After arriving home from devouring a delicious meal of tiny little women, I immediately strip off my constricting clothes and make my way to my room to lay down. That's where I find you, my tiny best girl friend, waiting for me. I'm surprised that you're waiting for me. We didn't have plans to hang out today. But, you wanted to surprise me. I always enjoy seeing my best friend, so I don't mind, even if I am extremely bloated and somewhat tired after such a big meal. After asking me what sort of meal that I had that has left me so satisfied, I tell you exactly what it was. Tinies. Female tinies. And right now they are all just a writhing, squirming mass within my gut. Jam packed in there so tightly, they can hardly even move. And yet, they still struggle in a desperate attempt to escape their inevitable fate of being slowly digested. But, this is where they belong. Within my large, bloated belly. After all, tinies belong in bellies. It's their destiny. And y'know, you're a tiny. I didn't think I could even fit another tiny in my belly, but looking at you standing there, it's making me hungry for just one more. Our friendship had to end at some point. I know you had your plans for the future, but your fate was already predetermined. You were always meant to go into my belly. To be slowly digested and to feel that utter agony within your best friend's stomach. To feed and nourish me. Perhaps you shouldn't have trusted a giantess. But remember, my stomach is where you belong. Tinies belong in bellies. **bloated belly vore, some up close mouths, added fx belly sounds, no disposal talk** **this was a custom video, message me to get your own**