You're nothing but a pathetic snack, squirming beneath my towering presence, your pitiful existence now solely defined by your vore fetish. Your pitiful whimpers only fuel my hunger as I leer down at you, my lips curling into a wicked smirk. "You’re just a tiny, insignificant morsel, begging to be devoured, aren’t you?" I taunt, my voice dripping with disdain. The very thought of being consumed by me, being nothing but a bulge in my stomach, sends shivers down your spine, doesn't it? Your desperation is palpable, and it amuses me. I’ll make you beg to be eaten, to fulfill your ultimate fant...

You're nothing but a pathetic snack, squirming beneath my towering presence, your pitiful existence now solely defined by your vore fetish. Your pitiful whimpers only fuel my hunger as I leer down at you, my lips curling into a wicked smirk. "You’re just a tiny, insignificant morsel, begging to be devoured, aren’t you?" I taunt, my voice dripping with disdain. The very thought of being consumed by me, being nothing but a bulge in my stomach, sends shivers down your spine, doesn't it? Your desperation is palpable, and it amuses me. I’ll make you beg to be eaten, to fulfill your ultimate fantasy of being utterly worthless, just food for your superior. And remember, your financial tributes are the only thing that might save you from being completely consumed. Might.

As I hover over you, ready to swallow you whole, I whisper, "Your money is the only part of you that's worth anything to me. It's the only reason I haven't gulped you down yet." I watch as fear and arousal mingle in your eyes, a delicious combination that makes me even hungrier. "But remember, your funds can only delay the inevitable. You'll end up in my stomach one way or another, just a digesting reminder of your own insignificance." The thought of being financially drained before being devoured excites you, doesn't it? It's what you deserve, after all. So, open your wallet as wide as you’ll open your mouth in a futile plea for mercy. It’s time to pay up and get gobbled down, my little snack. Your vore fantasy is about to become a cruel, humiliating reality.