Between climbing into a bag of Cheetos, being pressed up against one of the Cheetos, and being held by fingers caked in Cheeto dust, Blake had gotten quite a bit of the stuff on himself. A fact that did not go unnoticed by Citrine, who was smiling and licking her lips slowly and seductively.

"Um, Citrine," Blake said nervously, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, I was just thinking," Citrine replied, "I should probably clean that Cheeto dust off of you." On the face of it, this sounded like a nice gesture with no ulterior motives. However, Blake quickly discovered how she planned to clean off the Cheeto dust when her lips parted and he was dropped unceremoniously in her mouth before the lips snapped shut again. How many more close encounters with her mouth was he gonna have? Still, as long as she was just going to get rid of the Cheeto dust and then get him out of her mouth, everything would be fine.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"

That wasn't a good sign, and neither was the way Citrine's jaw and tongue were moving! As Blake was tossed around like a ragdoll inside his crush's hot, humid mouth, he tried calling out to her, but between getting some of Citrine's saliva in his own mouth and her constant "Mmm"s drowning out his voice, there was no chance of her hearing him. While he was lucky enough to avoid getting crushed by Citrine's teeth, it wasn't long before she swallowed her tiny friend, sending him on a one-way trip to her stomach. Covered from head to toe in saliva, Blake effortlessly slid down the giantess' throat and landed on a small pile of partially digested Cheetos inside a vast, booming cavern.

"Sorry Blake," Citrine said sheepishly as she looked down at her pudgy belly. "You know how it is with me. If it's yummy, it goes in my tummy, and you were yummy." With each of those last three words, she gave her belly a swift pat. The acidic sea that surrounded Blake's Cheeto island sloshed violently and, before he could do anything, a wave of acid washed him off the lump of food. It didn't take long for Citrine's hungry belly to digest the tiny mage.

*URP!*

Of course, the bite-size mage was nowhere near enough to fill Citrine's big belly, so she quickly went back to stuffing her face with Cheetos. However, only a few minutes later, she heard a familiar voice.

"CITRINE!"

"Blake?" Citrine looked around for the source of the voice. "How? Where are you?" It was then that she felt a little kick from somewhere in her body.