"Would you like to begin immediately, or would you like to do some foreplay first?" The bull asks, stroking the bare thigh of the smaller human.
"I. . . Think I'd like to just. . . Get into the vore? I-I'd just like to see if I even LIKE being in a stomach before roleplaying at all, you know?
"I. . . Think I'd like to just. . . Get into the vore? I-I'd just like to see if I even LIKE being in a stomach before roleplaying at all, you know?
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"That's perfectly fine. Whatever you're the most comfortable with. My mission is comfort and pleasure. You remember your safe word?" The bull pushes himself down the bed.
"Y-yeah. 'Melon', right?"
He licks his lips before opening his maw. Blunt, flat teeth line his jaws.
The human smiles shyly, biting his lip.
The room is cooler, far cooler than the bovine's breath. The large bull's breath comes out in steamy puffs, causing the human's toes to curl.
With slow precision, the human's feet meet the bull's long, hot tongue.
The vessel to hold food and pump food down. . . Down. . . Down. . . Down. Into the first stomach. The human breathlessly moans and shudders at the feeling around his feet.