Happy D-day.
"Makeup: shiny red lips.
You receive an e-mail from a fan. He wants to experience the same fate as all the other gummy bears in your videos, and since it’s my birthday, I’ve decided to make my dream come true: to slide down your throat and be digested (but not unalived). You reply to him:

“I will have two magic potions with me on our date. One will transform you into a living gummy bear. If your gummy body remains intact and unharmed for the next 24h, you will automatically turn human again. That will give you enough time to travel through my body. The other potion will be for me. It’s a special concoction that will stop my belly from producing acid—in other words, it will stop my body from h*rming yours.”

We go on a coffee date. I’m a l*ttle nervous about the whole thing, but also very excited and turned on. You’re talking about what’s about to go down while eating from a bowl of gummy bears, a real core show! “It will be a very special birthday,” you guarantee. Face to face and close-up shots of you devouring gummy bears. I eventually drink the potion. I wake up in my gummy bear form, you looking down on me. You pick me up and apply a fresh coat of lipstick and lip gloss, and reveal to me that you did not drink your potion. Lots of mouth tease.

“I lied to you because why would I spare you? Your tiny and helpless. And obviously very st*pid. Your ultimately just food for me, much more healthier and nutritious than anything else. It was your desire after all. You wanted the experience to be as real as possible, didn’t you? There’s no escape. This will be your last birthday.”

You bite down on my legs. Cr*cking sounds. I can no longer try to escape, but I squirm in agony.

“Ohh, you can no longer move your legs. Good. That makes everything easier now."

You put me on a glass plate, spit on me, eat me up and spit me out. Make it messy. Then finally, I’d like a close-up of your gorgeous face when you devour me. You swallow me and ask if I enjoyed my birthday, while I’m already inside your belly. I beg you to let me go and offer to give you all my money. You laugh at me. You don’t need my pocket change. All you wanted was to digest me. “You chose this path when you drank the potion,” you tell me.

Finally, you lay down on your couch and while your tummy digests me, you smoke a cigarette. Look at the camera and ask the viewer. “Do you want to date me? Then write to me,” and l*ck your lips seductively."

A custom clip. No names mentioned x

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