Rae’s own belly, while not nearly as large as yours would be, was quite tasty. Your tongue found a nice home inside her belly button, where you could taste her, even from the bottom of your tongue. While you were doing this, the bulge in your stomach grew larger – Rae’s head was just now entering a ready stomach.
Once more swallow brought you to Rae’s thighs. They tasted lovely, and had been generously sprinkled with water from the sprinkler system, but there wasn’t much to explore, as you had previously shoved Rae’s own clothing inside of her. They were, however, very toned, and if nothing else, they made a good chew toy, sending small rivulets of blood streaming down your throat as your teeth went to work. Meanwhile, Rae’s chest is having trouble making it down the esophagus. Grabbing her with both hands by her nearest available handle, you push down harder and harder to no avail.
Thinking quickly (as you do have classes to attend, after all), you stand up (not easy when you’re standing for two), and lean forward, until you get to the point where you’re upside down, and Rae’s feet are supporting you both. From this point, gravity takes over, as you quickly slide down her slender legs. She goes down to fast for your tongue to taste much of, and in the end, all that’s left of Rae is one foot sticking out of your mouth. Regretting that you forgot to bring condiments, you gulp down the foot, feeling Rae’s legs slide down your throat.
Picking up the Viola she had dropped, you floss using the strings, and use the end of the instrument as a toothpick. When you were done, you swallowed down the whole thing. A sad tune started playing from your stomach, the only means of expression Rae had left. Slowly, the tune became more and more warped, until the steady gurgling churn crescendoed and drowned out all other noise.
Rae’s sweet, sweet, finale was finished, the last act of which you never heard, as by then, you were asleep in the corner of the dark room, digesting your first meal.