"I could really go for a dog to ride on." A shiver races through your body as the trigger phrase is spoken. Your head spins, your eyes glaze over, and your body starts to move on its own, stripping off your clothes despite the people watching. Once nude, you drop to your knees and poing your muzzle straight up, stiff as a board. "He'll stay like that until I tell him to move," I explain to the people watching, positioning my hips over your head. Your muzzle presses against my hole, then starts to slide in as I lower myself onto you, my insides squelching as they part around your body, until I bottom out on your lap. You kneel, unmoving, halfway inside me. "See? He's just a toy. This is what he's for." I start to bounce on you, demonstrating how effective the hypnosis is at keeping you still. Such a good boy.

Keeping you from escaping, not with my paws, but with invisible magical forces... usually I don't eat others... but you look so tasty, and I haven't eaten anything for a long, long while.... you can squirm, you can cry, but you cant escape as my fleshy, soft maw slowly opens to engulf you. It doesnt take long for you to find my tight, unpleasant gut... and those restrictions finally release from you.. but it's far too late now. with how tight my stomach is, you barely have any room to move... My stomach has no intention of ever letting you out, you are nothing but food.

Plunged into darkness, carried down into my tight gut by a gentle, easy swallow, squeezed from all sides by wet, slimy walls. You want to thrash and wail and claw and bite and SURVIVE, but your body lies motionless. Relaxed. Your lungs burn, but you don't gasp, your body sits waiting for unconsciousness amid the gurgles and groans of my gut. You've been eaten. You're going to die. You've been forced to lose everything, and you can't even cry about it. Your quick and easy death will be recorded as evidence of your consent, and I'll get away with it without so much as a warning. I might even get your stuff. The mental shackles do not give you even a moment of control as you fade away for good. You just vanish without a sound or a squirm, and you succumb to me. You are mine. 2/2

"My name is Revel, I am of sound mind, and I consent to getting eaten today," you hear your voice say to the camera. Your lips curl up in a smile, but you're not the one smiling. You try to scream, to cry out that it's a trick, but your body just giggles as I nibble your neck. A prisoner in your own mind, under my control. My maw opens wide in front of you, and you try to run, to force your feet to spring backwards, but you gently step forward, your limbs moving out of your control, calmly climbing into my mouth and down my throat. You can't even get your heart to pound, but you know this is the end. 1/?