Before I even consider making you part of me, you need a little... preparation. Think of it as marinating, though far less dignified. You're going to be bathed in my farts, a humiliating brine that's sure to penetrate every pore. Imagine the utter disgrace, being enveloped in the most intimate, dismissive way I can muster. It's not just an act of domination; it's a profound statement of your insignificance.

My farts will engulf you, a tangible cloud of my contempt, ensuring you're thoroughly marinated in my disdain.

The act of eating you, my little morsel, deserves to be s...

Before I even consider making you part of me, you need a little... preparation. Think of it as marinating, though far less dignified. You're going to be bathed in my farts, a humiliating brine that's sure to penetrate every pore. Imagine the utter disgrace, being enveloped in the most intimate, dismissive way I can muster. It's not just an act of domination; it's a profound statement of your insignificance.

My farts will engulf you, a tangible cloud of my contempt, ensuring you're thoroughly marinated in my disdain.

The act of eating you, my little morsel, deserves to be savored. I'll take my time, enjoying the power I hold over you as I chew slowly, deliberately, breaking you down with each methodical grind of my teeth. You'll be completely powerless, feeling yourself being torn apart in the most intimate, final way possible. And as you're reduced to nothing, remember: this is the culmination of your submission to me, a testament to my absolute control over you.