I do want that, though.

I still would love to eat you

Well, that's definitely the sound that food makes... are you sure you're a mouse?

Who's this mouse in my lunchbox?

Welcome home. *pat pat pat*

I would expect nothing less. Down the otter slide you go... *lifts you to my maw*

*plucks your phone right out of your paws and swallows it* You want to ignore me and play with your phone, you gotta go get it.

*slides my paws down to your hips, lifts, and pours you down my gullet*

Oh… mine

Don’t resist. Feed yourself to me.

If you hurry.

That's fair.

Oh, my buddy.... my belly-to-be. I need you. I hunger for you. I must have you now. *opens wide and descends upon you greedily*

Supposed to what? *looks down at my squirming gut questioningly* I missed that, as I was busy eating you.

Such a good boy. *pulls you into my maw and gulps*

As you catch your breath in the hot, dark confines of his stomach, you hear him saying words you don't understand but the tone is grateful and sincere. You take your phone and put what you said back into it to translate back to English. Realize you said "When I say 'finish me' you will finish me."

Deciding to end things before you pass out, you tell him to stop. He instead gets more aggressive with his attention, chugging to get you down, fighting to swallow you whole. What the heck? You had an agreement! You fight, but he ignores you and with a satisfied gulp, sends you down his gullet.

If tongues were a musical instrument, this pred would be a virtuoso. The things he does! The way he makes you feel, licking you all over, taking playful little nips. It makes you feel like food, but in a safe sort of way. The attention is borderline orgasmic. You feel like you might black out.

You and your pred don't speak the same language, but that's okay, you have a translation app. "When I say 'stop' you will stop," you tell him, hoping you pronounced that right. His eyes light up and he agrees eagerly, which in hindsight should have been a clue. He begins to taste you all over.