<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>"Depends," I answered. "Providing I refresh his air occasionally, he'll survive till I melt the flesh from his bones - a few hours, give or take. Some women train their stomachs to digest - or not - at-will, but I've never bothered. Food is food, right?" I grinned. "Of course, I can crush the life from him anytime I choose," I continued, and my belly<span style="font-style: italic">tightened</span>as I demonstrated, the screams becoming louder as I burped, the outline of my meal's face and hands far clearer as they're compressed inward... then just as quickly, I relax, drawing a deep breath as my stomach distends once more. "I won't do that<span style="font-style: italic">yet</span>though," I said. "It's pleasant when they squirm." I paused. "I'll kill him before we leave, though," I smiled at Jules. "He's not the boy I mean to be taking home tonight."