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That was it, you had been fully ingested now. Imprisoned deep within the insatiable belly of the mother goddess, you struggled rebelliously against the constricting flesh. The thick, meaty walls molded around your combative form, the outlines of your face appearing on Ceres' bloated tummy. It was very warm within this edacious chamber of doom, an acrid, pungent smell filling what little air their was. The muscular walls pulsed and throbbed around you, uncomfortably compressing your shape into nothing more than a ball inside the deity's stomach.

Being at the very epicenter of her body, you could feel the rapacious goddess moving around, a lazy hand coming to massage her dome-like tummy. She let out a satisfied sigh, picking her teeth with her claws. "What a delectable meal you were! I hope you find the accommodations acceptable, you're not getting out anytime soon~!" She commented, tapping her chest. Suddenly the dragoness erupted in a rather crass and unladylike belch. *Uuuoooorrrpppss~!* She then politely moved her hand to her mouth, feigning modesty. You remained shocked by what had just happened: You had been devoured, greedily wolfed down by the pudgy matriarch... You were nothing but food in her belly now.

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Soon the divine stomach began its grisly work: Thick acidic sludge oozing from the walls, the corrosive juices stinging and aching your skin, starting the long and arduous process of breaking you down into mere nutriments. The walls felt cushy and veiny, their surface slimy and wrinkled. It was like being surrounded on all sides by warm, throbbing pillows, their relentless crushing action slowly weakening your bones and shuffling you around amid the various digestive fluids. *Shhlloossshh-Shhlluuuiikkkss-Sllloorrrpppss~!*

You were surprised to remain conscious, even a full hour after having been entombed within this hellish cauldron. Its as if your need for oxygen had somehow been suspended... although the horrid scent of draconic bile still assaulted your senses. It seemed like the magical essence of Ceres' bodily fluids was keeping you alive and conscious for you to experience the full sensation of being slowly digested alive inside this organic, mucus-filled sac. The stomach gurgled and groaned around you, mercilessly processing your meat into carbohydrates. *Ggrrrlllwwwllrrr-Bllloorrggghhhrrr-Kkkrrwwwrrr!*

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Days passed, the dragon goddess going about her daily life while you slowly stewed inside her compassionless gullet, the relentless assault of digestion inexorably pushing you toward liquefaction. You were a slave to her stomach: no matter how much you struggled you simply could not escape this living, breathing prison. You could only wait and observe the gradual obliteration of your physical form.

Tightly packed inside the very core of the beast, you could feel every single movement Ceres made. Every breath she took, every step she walked, you felt it all, confined inside your gastric residence. Her life was your life, you lived with her, closer than you could ever imagine. From within the goddess you experienced her showering and bathing, eating and drinking, playing games and getting massaged. Day after days the mother goddess casually lived her life while you slowly melted inside her monstrous belly. "Oh my~ My little food baby is coming along quite nicely isn't he?" She commented one day while playing with her belly, carelessly sloshing you around with her digestive juices. *Shhllluukkss-Blluuiikks-Glllooouuukkss*

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You were food now, nothing but calories for the greedy deity. As time passed, you became more accepting of this fate: Being a meal for an all powerful goddess was a weirdly humbling and spiritual experience. Imprisoned within the motherly darkness of her stomach, you were slowly processed into nutrition, the fleshy chamber gurgling and groaning loudly as it worked on its contents. *Ggrrrllooowww-Blluurrrgggwwwwrrr~!*

Everyday, Ceres would wake up, scratch her belly and comment on the state of your digestion. She would then eat breakfast and drink tea, showering you with the hot liquid. You remained a silent observer in her life: physically bound to her in everything she did. While you churned inside her rounded tummy, she played with her children, partook in various sporting events, oversaw some gladiatorial games and flirted with some suitors. You soon became complacent in your bondage, entranced by the incessant massage of this soft, cushy container. You were like a pet to her belly.

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Ceres simply lived her life while you gradually melted inside her foul-smelling stomach. Night after night, she slept on her tummy, carelessly crushing you under her weight. You were lost within the organic catacombs of her digestive tract, slowly boiling inside an acidic elixir. With each passing days, more of your body was converted into thick sludgy chyme, the chemical process filling your gastric apartment with various gasses which were ultimately expelled in an unflattering belch. *BBwwuuoorrpps!*

Already, the nutritive elements of your physical form were being absorbed, adding to the deity's breasts, hips and ass. The dragon goddess would tease you from time to time, comparing you to a sandwich or spaghetti meatball. You occasionally fought back, giving her a mild indigestion before being silenced by a gastric tonic and a firm belly rub. Eventually, your body began breaking apart under the restless onslaught of her stomach, the powerful enzymes in her digestive juices dissolving your flesh. Despite this, you still remained conscious and aware of your surrounding.

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Her stomach worked tirelessly to reduce you into nutriments. This hellish pit of caustic doom ruthlessly smelted your mass, slowly rendering your body into nothing more than carbohydrates. "You're getting pretty mushy in there~" Ceres taunted one morning, poking her burbling belly. *Blluurrgg-Glloorrgg~!* The soft fizzling of the acids and the constant groaning of your carnal prison accompanied you to your inevitable demise. After weeks of acidic abuse, you had been broken down into a jumbled mess of goop and bones, yet your mind still remained.

Eventually, the unyielding, crushing motion of the stomach pulverised whatever was left of you, completely liquefying your remains in an apocalypse of bodily fluids and compressive force. In the end, the chyme that used to be you made its way into the goddess' intestine where its nutrition was absorbed. Your body was ultimately converted into fat filling her generous breasts, belly, thighs, hips and buttocks. The mother goddess greatly enjoyed the added padding to her forms, she reveled in her fatness, often admiring herself in the mirror. "Oh my~ That mortal sure went to all the right places~! How honored he must feel to be added to my divine curves!" She declared, sensually fondling her body.


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Things are getting juicy! This is the main course of the comic, so to speak.

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