5 Stages of Self-Serving: Eat Yourself

 I gave myself another tongue massage and another roof massage before allowing myself entry down my esophagus. I could feel a slight increase in the incline. My other self was letting gravity do the work. I was being swallowed, but I wanted to feel comfort for both of myselves, so I gave a tiny squirm on the way down and opened one eye to get a good look at my road. It wasn’t much to look at, but I couldn’t stop smiling. How couldn’t I? It was such a wondrous ride, and I couldn’t feel any more comfortable. I had a feeling my other self was enjoying my ride as well.

 There were no words. I couldn’t accurately describe how euphoric I felt without skipping out on a detail or two. I felt my other self slipping down my throat, slowly. I wasn’t sure why, but the slow speed only proved to make the entire prospect more magical. I could enjoy the entirety of my prey without worry. I could feel the tiny squirming from my other self trying to enhance my already enormous ecstasy. I took a few moments here and there to feel my throat with my hands, the inside feeling as fantastic as the outside. After a long while, I finally felt my body do its job. My other self had their pace quickened by the mistress known as anatomy.

 I was speeding up, I knew this would come but I was hoping to spend more time within my esophagus. Oh well… I made the plunge and ended up falling smack on my tush inside the glory of my gut. It felt warm and soft. A little squishy, too. My barefeet against my stomach felt comforting, in fact, the whole of my stomach felt like one big bed. I walked along a bit, hoping to reach a wall or something to rest when I felt a reaction. A small tummy-quake and a laugh from the upstairs… I cracked a wry smile. I knew what I was gonna do next…

A five-page vore sequence involving J-Anne and J-Don, the 5 Stages of Self-Serving is just meant to be a cute little sequence with some story attached to it. I hope you all enjoy the fruits of my labor.

J-Don, J-Anne, Art, and Story (c)