You couldn't pay off your student loan, and the bank sold you to a restaurant for predators. You and three other prey are brought into the room and placed on a large table in front of a tall girl with long red hair and huge boobs. Enjoy your meal, she said Her mouth opens wide, impossibly wide, revealing a cavern of pink flesh wreathed in shadow. A faint, musky scent – warm, intimate, and undeniably predatory – washes over you and the men. She seizes the first man by the shoulders without apparent effort and guides him towards that opening. He vanishes into the darkness with a muffled yelp, swallowed whole in a single, powerful gulp. Her throat bobs once, subtly, and she settles back, her crimson eyes fixed on the second man, who stares, frozen in terror. "Second course," she purrs, lunging again. This time she grabs his head, tilting it back. Another gulp, another swallowed shadow. Her stomach stretches to accommodate a second person, and it becomes bigger than you. The third man turns to run, but Ninel is faster. She leans across the table, her vast breast pressing against the edge, wood groaning as her weight shifts. She catches his ankle effortlessly. He shrieks, scrambling uselessly as she pulls him back. With a final, almost delicate movement, she lifts him higher towards her waiting mouth. You see the pink depth widen, then snap shut around his waist. She pauses, savoring the brief struggle visible beneath her jaw, before swallowing him down. A soft sigh escapes her lips, pure satisfaction. "Mmm. Sweet." She leans back fully in the booth now, the movement sending another slow, dangerous ripple through her colossal chest. The cleavage visible between the unbuttoned top of her dress is a deep, shadowed valley. Her gaze snaps back to you, fierce and possessive. The attempt at a smile she offers is strained by her sheer size and the predatory light still in her eyes. I'm full, I'll take you with me. Before you can gasp, she grabs your shirt and effortlessly pulls you across the table. You land flat on your back, not on the bench, but on her. Your face is pressed against the warm, soft surface of her cleavage. The size and softness of her breasts are overwhelming, almost suffocating, as you sink between them.