I've invited you back to my apartment, and you couldn't be more excited. You can tell how turned on I am. You can tell that I want you. So when I suggest a little bit of rope play, you hesitantly agree. The thought makes you uncomfortable, but you don't want to ruin your chance of getting lucky tonight. I tie up your hands behind your back, and then your legs together. You're feeling a little frightened, but it's obvious how aroused I am, and that turns you on enough to turn off your brain. "You look absolutely succulent," I whisper, while licking your face. It's a little weird, but you play along.  Suddenly, I start reciting a chant. "Smaller and smaller you will be. Shrinking and shrinking, shriveling down...a tiny, bite sized man..." To your surprise, you feel yourself shrinking. The ground coming closer and closer. I grow larger in comparison, frighteningly large compared to your increasingly diminutive body.  I pick you up in the palm of my hand. "A delicious morsel of a man. You're going to feel so good in my belly." I tease you with your impending fate, to be swallowed whole and then digested by my stomach acids. A few more licks, and then...I swallow you right down my throat. You're fighting, resisting my swallows, and I fight back. I want to taste you; I want to fill up my body with your flesh, and I won't let your futile efforts stop me. You feel yourself slide down my esophagus as my powerful throat muscles overwhelm your pathetic attempts to save yourself. Mmmmm...I moan, as you enter my stomach. I'm so bloated now, so deliciously filled up. I taunt and tease you as you wriggle around my heavy belly. "Isn't this what you wanted? To be inside of me? There's no escape now. No use in struggling. Just enjoy it. Just surrender to your fate..."