The chemist
Shannon’s final nightmare thundered below her. It was the digestive serenade of, by Shannon’s count, over 15 other woman, just inches below her through folds of flesh. If circumstances had been different, Shannon would’ve thought someone deserved a trophy for eating so many candy-bar sized objects. She and the sobbing woman just across from her could barely reach each other, and still Shannon strained for the touch of the other human.
Well, some touch that wasn’t the incredibly repulsive grasp of the now giant women that her struggling, writhing body now distracted any more than the other struggling, writhing body clenched in the other fist. The cruel woman could not be enticed to budge from her nearly supine position. It went a little deeper than that; before they had been shrunken by a machine, and stored in a cage together they had been lovers. They were still lovers. This woman couldn’t have known, though....
Being a chemist, Shannon had the science background to know how such machines worked. There were deemed almost ready for human testing. Scientists of the prior age had realized the existence of quantum entanglement. They eventually learned that by entangling two atoms, they could make each one know everything and move just like the other, not matter how far the atoms were moved apart, no matter what happened to them, they still communicated to each other. It was like an instant messaging service over any distance.
By the dawn of the modern age, however, scientists had learned how to do the same things with whole objects. These new machines used this technology to entangle a human nervous system with a computer; the human could still be shrunk, and their tiny brain would still work fine. The rest of the molecules that composed the brain could be disposed of in radiation. In theory, this could be used to reform the person even if they were destroyed in their tiny form, but no one had done it yet. How this cruel woman had gotten a hold of such as an experimental device, Shannon had no idea. 
The most painful irony, as the petite red-headed 23 year old pouted as she waited in her cage once she had been shrunk to 5 inches tall or so, was that she had helped build this machine. None of them had ever gone missing. Unless someone very corrupt had smuggled one... somehow....

The poor young woman had been physically overpowered and forced into her own engineering team’s machine by this, this, evil woman.

In fact, the existence of such quantum effects had been used to argue that the entire universe was just a computer simulation. That someone wanted to simulate their entire universe in a computer. Or that we were someone’s terrible game of The Sims. That there was someone sitting at the screen. 
If there was, the bust Stacy made a very prominent effort to invoke what powers he/she/it, or anybody else for that matter might have as the hand containing her finally proceeded towards her captor’s face. It almost approached a pitiful prayer, as if Stacy had ever thought about those things. Alas, her efforts were soon muffled as the Stacy very nearly filled up the cruel women’s mouth, and then totally arrested as her upper body dissapared into the gullet. With a grimace, her curvaceous butt and thrashing legs were sucked in, and Shannon was left to watch in further horror as a certain bulge receded from the gullet. 
The tears pouring from Shannon’s eyes combined with the bustier woman’s desperate cries for mercy should’ve softened the heart of literally anyone who could be allowed in public spaces. Perhaps that did, because Shannon got an answer
“Why?!?! Why are you doing this?”
“Soooo full”, was the articulation of the putrid wind coming from the bottomless cave at which the upper part Shannon’s erect, immobilized body was pointed, held firmly in the palm and fingers of her captor.
There was a pause “Because my doctor told me I need more nutrition. You know it’s hard.” And with a world population of 75 billion and a sea of nutrient-exhausted farms re-coloring the planet, it made sense. But none of the cage-mated had dared to dream they would be swallowed whole and digested alive. 
It wasn’t just a mugging. The chemist knew she was being raided for her entire existence. Humans were very nutritious, really. That also explained why she would leave them so large, so painful to swallow. More volume...
“But but your splurging,” stammered the normally temperamental redhead. Her voice was so high it was cracking. “You could save me for later...”
“Sorry bitch.”
Shannon just had time to herald the gates of her fate with a moaning, sobbing “nooooo” as she was turned around and her thighs and hips got wedged hard between the hard roof of the mouth and the impression she was making on the woman’s tongue. 
It was the most terrifying sight Shannon could’ve imagined. Hear head just sticking past the teeth. Then there was tightness. It was unbelievable tightness. It was worse than those oxygen-only spacesuits that used an incredibly tight suit to maintain survivable pressure on your body. It was like being crushed by a snake.
Worse, her view of the world was framed by the inside of someone’s mouth. The two rows of teeth Shannon understandably couldn’t control her sobbing. It actually helped give her a nice salty taste, delaying the swallow and letting the poor woman have more time to savor her last view of the outside world. 
The poor girl knew she must’ve looked just like the others before her. But that didn’t stop her from struggling, from trying to escape. Her arms flailed everywhere, desperate for a hold. Then the woman swallowed.
Shannon could feel herself sliding, or at least, she thought she could. The grip was so powerful that most people facing such pressure could’ve safely assumed themselves to be stuck.
Just outside, tan women waited for a slightly painful bulge in her esophagus to travel downward and disappear. Really, it felt a lot like swallowing a potato chip at a bad angle. Finally, her whole treat of whole females was either squirming or dissolving inside her. Besides, she thought. It was less mean than if she had chewed them first, and besides they would’ve tasted not nearly as good that way.

Shannon smelled the worst thing she had ever smelled. With all the chemistry she had under her belt that was really saying something. Moments later, she took the plunge as the esophagus spit her out, shooting her towards the waiting acid below.

It was surprisingly little like the diving boards and swimming pools that she was used to. First, it was incredibly hot on her skin. The chemist didn’t think about that, thought. The stomach was spherical. She had no instinct to accept being consumed by another being, much less a person. She swam. It was only moments To her terror, Shannon kept hitting objects. They were the bones of woman she had known from the cage. People she had bonded with. . What she couldn’t tell was as if the woman she was inside of would move off her back in the near future. In a moment she broke the surface.
Worse, some of them weren’t bones. Many girls were still gelatinous blobs. Some of them even had feminine forms left to them. But Shannon just swam and waded as she could through them all. They were just decent mouthfuls anyway. 
Her lungs burned. She was hotter than she had ever been. The acidic girl stew got had gotten in her mouth as she forced herself not to gasp. Suddenly, she was blessed - or cursed - with another chance to breathe again. At any rate, she took the opportunity to whole-heartedly open her lungs to stinging the miasma of the stomach. When she thought it couldn’t get any worse, even her breathing was momentarily paused by the next horror.
The stomach was well-lit, of all things. She gasped uncontrollably again, and the most terrible taste entered her mouth as enzymes attacked her protein-rich tongue. She spun, and spotted the only possible explanation: a tiny hover bot equipped with a camera had taken residence against a patch of the stomach, and it appeared to be recording the entire scene. It was designed to help mechanics and the like see into difficult places, but it was resistant to the slings and arrows of almost any environment. It could see fine in here.
“Stacy!” She cried. “Stacy!” Before the sudden splash was over Stacy had embraced her significant other as if the two were one fluid motion. They were after all about to become one, just not in a way they could’ve wanted. Shannon knew they were just going to nourish this woman like all the others. But she didn’t want to die alone. Despite it all, the chemist was grateful they didn’t go first. The tingling on her skin was intense as it was now. She knew the stomach acid had to be weakened and partly used up from dissolving all those women by now; if she had gone in to meet the fresh acid with the first several victims, it probably would’ve hurt a lot worse. 

That’s when the rumbling she had heard earlier showed its true power. It was like being in a wave pool except a thousand times worse. Suction. She felt suction. The liquid was sinking. 

“Oh my God!” spontaneously manifested as the penultimate of many exclamations spoken the stomach that day. There was hardly an differentiation between the two voices. The chemist swam hard, toward the nearest wall, the wall that was the least steep. Her skin was on fire. Her nose and throat burned on the acrid fumes as she struggled for purchase on the slimy walls of the stomach. She swam so hard, she didn’t stop until she squished against the softening form of what was obviously Monica undulating in the current of the juices and squeezed part of the half-digested woman into the acid. Only her flailing against the walls of the stomach in some kind of energetic dog paddle as she slid inexorably down the walls of the stomach narrowly kept her from descending into the tubes of absorption below. She couldn’t follow what had happened to Stacy.
By the time the terrifying water-slide stopped there was nothing left but a small pool of the brown liquid that had once filled the stomach. The gastric earthquake even then kept poor Shannon off her feet. Miraculously, her lover had landed right next to herself. The poor red-heads skin was already changing to more match the color of her hair, even though she should have been even more pale than usual from her flight-or-fight response. That didn’t stop two from trying to enter the exclusive stomach club, though.
But after a minute the red-head couldn’t help herself. Shannon turned around, balling, beating the walls of the stomach, punching as hard and fast as she could cursing the sound of the heartbeat above her, cursing the woman she had been consumed by, cursing the stomach, cursing everything and nothing at once.
Then she saw something glistening out of the corner of her eye. It was the fresh batch of acid coming from the walls. Her punches drew out as she knew it was coming. As soon as the new acid hit her she embraced her lover again.

Anger, pure anger. There was no other perceptible element in the universe. Then surprise. Shannon’s own surprise that she had woke up. Being digested is usually permanent. Suddenly there was a brief background chatter. In a minute the scientist knew what had happened. First the machine that had entangled her had only been meant to work on a few people, ever. Worse, they were all still entangled with their bodies. Once the signal from their increasingly damaged bodies became more and more chaotic, their minds eye began to be hosted solely in the shrinking machine. But there was not enough room to hold them all, so the machine began bleeding their minds together to save space. It was the attempt of a well-designed machine to keep from having to delete anyone’s mind. 
She could still painlessly still feel the wretched mass that had been her body. It was still mostly in one piece, but it was moving. Shannon figured that she had just entered the intestines. Part of Monica was still in one place, but she was shrinking fast, very fast... most likely she had already been absorbed and was now at the stage where her being was being distributed as nutrients throughout the cruel woman’s blood stream. Stacy was obviously half still in the intestines. Katy had probably already been totally distributed throughout the body - she was so dissociated it was hard to feel her at all. There were others.... 
At first, when their minds had bled together, it felt like a natural intimacy. Sharing the memories, the feelings, the knowledge of the state of each others bodies... but now it was intense. Too intense. Her body became one with the woman who had shrunk her while her mind gradually became one with the other victims. Nobody was in a great mood after having been digested alive and sticking around long enough to feel their own absorption. The cacophony was growing worse. Shannon knew that if she was still capable of feeling a headache, she would have one. She reached out to Stacy and tried to share her hope someone would find the machine and reform them, as had originally been intended. But no one knew how to do it yet. She accidentally shot it towards someone else instead.

Meanwhile, the woman on the outside found the beeping of the machine annoying. It was trying to warn her about something. But she just wanted to digest her meal in piece... she ordered it into standby mode.

And the oblivion that had swallowed Shannon’s body hugged her mind as well....