It's nothing personal. "No props used. You walk in wearing lingerie and you see your next meal, a tiny girl. You are sporting a bloated belly, and you tell her how you’ve been filling your belly with tiny nude girls throughout the day. You felt them writhing and squirming against each other while they digested. Some of them are still alive in your churning gut, but not for long. All of the girls had to endure a slow, lengthy, and thorough digestion in your full belly. Show your ass and asshole and say that they will all be *hit. It’s wrong, but you love to do it: 'tinies deserve to be churned into *hit.' Rubbing your belly, you tell her that you are so stuffed. It must be awful for all those girls in there. Some of them already digested, while others are tightly-compressed together, only able to squirm against each other as they go through the long, slow, and agonizing process of becoming *hit. That’s all they are good for though. You tell her that she’s next. Pick her up, strip her, and swallow her whole. Rubbing your belly, you feel her get stuck attempting to enter your already full stomach. You roll your hips, trying to shift around the contents of your stomach enough to fit the latest occupant. With a small grunt, you feel her squeeze into your belly with the other partially digested girls. Their mewling, nude, bodies rubbing up against one another in your stomach. You thought you were full before, but now you are stuffed! This is all she’s good for. She wasn’t quite expecting this fate; she had hopes and dreams. But no, her fate is to be *hit, along with the rest of the girls she’s squashed in there with. It’s nothing personal." A custom clip. No names mentioned x