(Uses the name James a few times)

You've been summoned to the faery's lair, where the air is sweet with the scent of indulgence. She's just devoured a feast fit for a queen, and her belly, a soft, round haven, beckons you to come and play. As you enter, she whispers sweet nothings, her voice a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves of your desire.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she convinces you to surrender to her whims, to let her take the big gulp. You hesitate, but her words are honeyed promises, and you succumb to the thrill of the unknown. As you're enveloped by h...

(Uses the name James a few times)

You've been summoned to the faery's lair, where the air is sweet with the scent of indulgence. She's just devoured a feast fit for a queen, and her belly, a soft, round haven, beckons you to come and play. As you enter, she whispers sweet nothings, her voice a gentle breeze that rustles the leaves of your desire.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she convinces you to surrender to her whims, to let her take the big gulp. You hesitate, but her words are honeyed promises, and you succumb to the thrill of the unknown. As you're enveloped by her warm, wet flesh, you feel a sense of weightlessness, a freedom from the burdens of the world.

But as the minutes tick by, you realize that you're not just a guest in her belly - you're a meal, a morsel to be savored and digested. The faery's attention wanes, and you're left to kick and struggle, desperate to be released from this gastric prison. It's then that she reveals her true intentions, her voice a sugary purr as she whispers, "You're food for me, darling. And I always savor my meals."

With a playful squeeze, she reminds you of your predicament, her belly a churning, acidic sea that threatens to consume you whole. You're trapped, helpless thing, at the mercy of the faery's digestive whims. And yet, even as you fear for your fate, you can't help but be drawn to her, to the sweet, cruel temptation of her belly, and the promise of a slow, sensual demise.