May rolls her eyes. "Very well," she responds, letting go of him so that he plunges straight into her waiting maw, which she slams shut once he hits her tongue. She focuses her rational thoughts on not chewing him to a pulp and instead rubs him all over with her huge tongue. Once she is satisfied with his flavour, she throws her head back and slowly swallows, dragging him into her throat and down below. He would find her stomach to be rather spacious to the little mimiga.