ULTRA DIGESTION
 
 
*Warning, this one is MUCH MORE GRAPHIC than my previous stuff*
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Aww, babe… I’m hungry….. Can I eat you? Please?”
 
 
You were laying in bed with your girlfriend late one night, when the question came out of nowhere. The two of you had been hanging out in her bedroom, watching cheesy 80’s horror movies and cuddling. You sit up and look at your girlfriend with glassy eyes, the both of you tired and not entirely sober. A real beauty, she has long, messy brown hair, a cute face, and a tall, curvy body that dwarfs your own. Her round belly growls, and she looks at you with puppy-dog eyes, blushing. You don’t fully process what she just asked you, but you have two vague thoughts float through your foggy mind. First, that what she had just said made no sense. Secondly, for some reason, her having said it made you feel rather horny. Without giving it any further consideration, you shrug, generally agreeable to her random whims, and acquiesce. “Eh, alright.”
 
 
“Yay! Thanks sweetie, now I don’t have to go downstairs to make something. C’mere.” She wraps her arms around you, and pulls you on top of her. She spends a few moments making out with you, her tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, before retracting it and beginning to lick your face. Her tongue sliding across your entire face feels bizarre, covering you in her saliva as she tastes you. “Mmm… You taste good… I should have thought to do this sooner… down you go.”
 
 
With that, your girlfriend opens her mouth wide, her jaw stretching further than seemed humanly possible. You look down into the soggy cavern for a moment, before her hand pushes on the back of your head, causing it to slide entirely into her mouth. As she sucks on your head like a lollipop, you begin to question the wisdom of what you have agreed to. Within her maw, you can’t see anything, already having lost the last glimpse of light you would ever see. Your head is quickly drenched in saliva, matting your hair to your head, and the humid heat that surrounds you is unbelievable. You can feel her teeth nibbling lightly on your neck, the sharp edges poking into you. The smell was deeply unpleasant, reeking of alcohol and smoke. Deciding that this experience isn’t as sexy as you initially imagined, you attempt to remove your head from between your girlfriend's lips. However, she has a strong grip on you, not allowing you to budge. She doesn’t seem to notice your struggles, more focused on enjoying her meal, and she takes her first swallow.
 
 
 With a booming *GLRK* your head is pushed down the back of your girlfriend’s throat, her esophagus muscles constricting around you. Your shoulders follow you into her mouth, your size seemingly not providing an especially large challenge for her hungry jaws. You continue to try to squirm, unable to do anything more than wriggle and kick. Unfortunately for you, she misinterprets your efforts as excitement, still believing you to be happy and willing to be her midnight snack.
 
 
With another *GULP* your shoulders are swallowed, pushing your head further down the tight tube, and pulling more of your torso inside. Taking a break for a moment, she sits herself up, uncomfortable trying to swallow you while laying down. She grabs you by your thighs, and lifts the rest of your body above her head. Gravity now assisting her, it only takes a few more gulps before the rest of your torso, your legs, and finally your feet easily slide into your girlfriend’s mouth. She spends a moment licking at your feet, enjoying her last tastes of you, before with a final swallow she commits the last of your body to her now stuffed belly.
 
 
Your body is slowly squeezed down the crushing, undulating tube, your head having already hit bottom within her stomach. The rest of you eventually follows, and you are forced into the fetal position, pressed into a ball by the tight space. It might have been more open than her throat, but the extra space was only enough for a minimal amount of squirming, the walls pressing in too hard to allow anything more. The heat is unbearably intense, feeling as if you were inside a boiling cauldron, and the humidity has become acrid, the smell of the organ burning your nostrils. Surrounding you is the sound of gurgling, the stomach readying itself to begin breaking down its meal. You can also hear the sound of your girlfriend’s breathing, her heartbeat, and her contented sigh as she feels you settle inside her.
 
 
Your now ex-girlfriend was having a wonderful evening, your taste having been far tastier than she had expected. She lays back in bed, rubbing her oversized belly fondly. Your squirming form can be vaguely seen pressing out from within her, faint imprints of your hands, your limbs, and your head poking through. “Ooooh, thanks again, you really are so sweet. Mmmmm… I’m going to miss you, but you made for such a good snack. Have fun gurgling away in my tummy. Now you’ll get to be with me forever, even if you are just fat on my ass. Teehee, goodnight love, see you in the morning.” she said before closing her eyes, quickly drifting off, sleepy from her meal.
 
 
You attempt to scream, to plead for her to let you out, but it’s useless. The most you can accomplish is a muffled “Mmmph!” that is barely audible outside the loudly groaning stomach. The constricting walls continue to knead your body, and your skin starts to tingle. Acidic juices had begun leaking into the pit you are trapped in, and while at first it only tickled, it quickly begins to burn. Far from the comfy experience you had hoped for, you instead find that your girlfriend’s stomach might as well be hell, the heat and pain worse than anything you could have imagined. Sadly, your unconscious ex had only just begun digesting you.
 
 
Your skin burns fiercely as it slowly melts away, dripping into the churning soup of acid that you sit in. Your sense of smell has long since burnt out, leaving you with the smell of her guts as the last thing your nose can remember. You try to struggle, still screaming in futility, attempting to find some way out of the increasingly tight sack, but pushing into it only serves to help press the acid into your body faster. Slowly, you start to feel your strength leave you, unable to resist further, as it becomes more and more difficult to push against the surrounding muscle. You can feel your body starting to come apart, the acid having eaten away your skin and working at muscle and bone, until with a sudden *CRACK* something in your back gives way, and you black out.
 
 
On the outside, your ex-girlfriend’s stomach churns and groans loudly, the imprint of your body beginning to fade away. The one saving grace you are granted is that you are no longer conscious as your body melts away, muscle falling away from bone, continually crushed down into a tight ball. The sound of bones cracking can be heard occasionally outside the gurgling gut, almost like the sound of popcorn starting to go off. Sleepily, she cuddles with her slowly shrinking belly, dreaming of a land of candy and cake.
 
 
After several hours, it merely looks as if your ex had enjoyed a large dinner, sporting a large, round potbelly, with no hint of your shape left. The stew that had once been your body, a mixture of meat slurry and bone shards, is slowly squeezed out of her stomach, beginning your journey through her intestines. By the time the morning arrives, her stomach has almost completely returned to normal, the only hint of her late night meal being a little extra pudge. Your remains have made their way through, fully digested, and wait patiently by your ex’s back door until she awakes.
 
 
*Prrrrrrt* Your ex-girlfriend is awoken late in the morning by her own fart, sitting up in bed suddenly, before running to the bathroom. She pulls down her panties, slams herself down on the toilet, and clenches as the dark sludge that was once your body slides out of her asshole. After 15 minutes, having dropped one of the biggest turds of her life, your ex lets out a sigh of relief, standing up and wiping. She looks back at the toilet for a moment, and notices the few remaining shards of white bone that studded her feces. She blushes, “Oh… that wasn’t a dream after all… Well, guess I’m single again… I wonder why the hell they said yes to that.” With that, she shrugs, figuring you must have enjoyed being her snack for whatever reason, before flushing the toilet and going about her day.