Wordlessly i walk in with a bloated belly. I see you and casually pick you up to eat you. I bring you up over my head and dangle you over my open mouth. I swirl my tongue around and pulse my throat. I start lowering you toward my pulsing throat, and at the last moment I stop. I look at you closely, and recognize you as my tiny friend (girl). I set you down and apologize. That was close! I almost ate you. Tinies are very nutritious, and part of a healthy diet. Tinies belong in bellies. I ate 5 tiny girls earlier, and they have been slowly digesting in my gut all day. I get naked to show you better. Turning around and showing my ass, I wink my asshole. My full gut has been busy processing these tinies all day. Some are still writhing in agony as they churn in my gut. I love eating tinies. They are so healthy and nutritious. There is one problem though. I normally eat 6 tinies. You want to be useful, so you tell me that I can eat you. I am very surprised. Haven’t you been paying attention? I show you my ass again and ask if you really want that. You are determined to help me with my problem. I hesitate because we have been friends for such a long time. Tinies do belong in bellies though.. I pick you up again, and same as before I hold you above me, preparing to eat you. My tongue beckons you in, and my throat pulses eagerly. But at some point you ask me to show my asshole one more time, to see where you are destined. I wink my asshole again, then pick you up again to eat you. I tell you that you are such a good friend for doing this; being a healthy and nutritious lunch. I lower you into my pulsing throat. I enjoy you in my mouth, savoring my taste. Finally I swallow, and send you on your journey. I move my hips to squeeze you in. As soon as you reach my belly, I feel you start to panic. It’s horrible in there! What did you expect? There’s nothing that can be done now though. I try and calm you. You are going to slowly digest alive for hours. That didn't work, and you are still thrashing around in terror. Oh well, tinies belong in bellies. I begin to belly dance to promote digestion, encouraging me to digest. Finally, I thank you a final time for helping, slap my ass and wink my asshole.