POV I’m inside a box, the assumption will be that there’s many of us inside. You open the box and look at all of us tinies, while you’re looking at us you can look all over as if there are a bunch of us, no need to look right at the camera since I’m just one in a crowd, nothing/no one special. You ask for a volunteer, you act super sweet and nice and try to convince one of us to volunteer for the task. Finally you take off your shoe (like flats or your Vans or something) and show us the dirty insides and say that the volunteer will lick and clean and live inside the shoe, which is when I would...

POV I’m inside a box, the assumption will be that there’s many of us inside. You open the box and look at all of us tinies, while you’re looking at us you can look all over as if there are a bunch of us, no need to look right at the camera since I’m just one in a crowd, nothing/no one special. You ask for a volunteer, you act super sweet and nice and try to convince one of us to volunteer for the task. Finally you take off your shoe (like flats or your Vans or something) and show us the dirty insides and say that the volunteer will lick and clean and live inside the shoe, which is when I would presumably raise my hand. At this point you look directly at me and say “Ok, you!” You lift me up and put me on the ground next to your feet and shoes. This is when your demeanor can change to mean and scary. You can belittle me and make me feel really stupid for volunteering. You remind me that you are the Queen of Vore and you actually plan to eat me. Tell me to walk onto your tongue into your mouth, opening wide and offering your tongue like a bridge. When I don’t do it, put your shoe back on and step on me a little bit, just enough to injure me, saying things like you’ll break me and squish me like a bug. Once I’m badly hurt you pick me up, tease me with your mouth and put me in, saying “gotcha! Goodbye little bug”