No taller than a few inches, he is hopelessly at her mercy. He is nigh an insect or vermin, but a toy.
 With a crooning hum, she looks look him over, fondling him between her thumb and fingers. His fragile little body gives to the slightest squeeze.
"Nice and ripe." She teases with a fruity purr. "I bet you'd kick and scream all the way down, wouldn't you, hm?" She brings a hand to her belly, biting her lip as it gives out a quiet rumble.
"I wonder." She brings him to her nose and takes a breath, dragging at his scent. She exhales, wafting her thick breath over her meal. She takes another, this time deeper; her nostrils flare and eyes flicker.
"On second thought, desert isn't a bad idea." She licks her lips, slowly, from one corner to the other. His heart bangs out of his chest as his fingers and face run hot.
"Yeah, you'll go down just fine." She whispers. Her lips part, a strand of drool clumsily bridging them together. Her tongue slips through and snakes out towards her meal. With her mouth agape, she gives a few playful pokes before dragging the length of her tongue over him. Once and again, she licks at her writhing meal, each of his panicked squirms persuading her carnal impulses, soon taking to him like a child to a melting ice-cream cone. He pleads and begs between gasps for air, his screams dulled by the excited moans of his captor. Her heart throbs out of her chest with predacious lust. She pauses. Her mouth waters with desire, eyes fixed onto her prey like a hungering tiger.
She tilts her head back, dangling her meal over her lips. Her thumb and fingers pinching him by the scruff of his shirt, like a cherry by the stem. With an airy sigh, her mouth widens, lips curling back to reveal her pearly canines. Her tongue quivers and squirms, extending out to greet him. He wretches and fights her grip, quickly intoxicated by her stifling, sickly-sweet breath. Slowly, she lowers him inside. Her eyes flicker, the thrill of the moment blocking out his frenzied screams for mercy as he disappears into her mouth.
"Oh my god!" He wails with burning lungs. "Holy fuck, oh my fucking god! Please, no! No! ..." Her lips seal behind him and his world goes dark. He is tossed about in a vexing mire, her tongue tossing and kneading him like fresh dough. He spirals and wails with no right-side-up, wrestling with her excitement, choking on a mouthful of slime as every orifice is filled with her hot, frothing spit.
 ...
 She slightly tilts her head backward, bringing her fingertips to her throat. Her lips peel back and she bites her tongue, eyes flickering shut.
 ...
 He slips deeper inside, inched over the edge of her gullet as for a brief moment, lying belly-down on her tongue. His heart drops. He glimpses down, down into her waiting throat. A narrow, twisting and quivering tube of muscle bound together in a cobweb of steaming, drooling mucus, the deeper depths of her body fading into sheer blackness. He dares to move, a panicked animal hanging over the edge of a cliff; frozen.
"P-please. N-n-no..."
"Glp~" Her throat bulges and he is yanked into the darkness behind her tongue with a viscid squelch. He is gone in an instant.
 ...
 Her fingertips guide the squirming bulge in her throat as it is squeezed down towards her waiting belly. The little bump frets and kicks as it is sent on it's way, breaking out a final, muffled scream before disappointing into her chest. Gone.
 ...
 His world has gone dark.
 Ankles and elbows bound together, her throat constricts him like a python. He is yanked further into the vile depths of her body, wincing with each pull as he is squeezed down her throat like a stone through a water-hose. He slips against his own slimy body, lathered inch-thick with frothing spittle. He gasps for air, choking at it's heat, retching at the taste of her breath. The bassy throb of her heart loudens as he is drawn deeper inside. This luxury is cut short as he arrives at his tomb, his face wedged up against the gates to her stomach, his head sinking between its wrinkly folds before slipping through with a fleshy squelch.
 ...
 Settling down on the sofa, she kicks her legs up and lies back.
"Good god." She mutters. "Feels good to let loose."
Her bosom rises and falls with deep, easy breaths. She gives in to a smile. She peers down to her belly; listening, feeling. It merrily churns and growls away at her meal. She prods at her belly, sinking her fingers-tips into her supple flesh.
"That was fucking fantasic. I ought'a do this more often."
 ...
 "F-fuck! F-" He splatters and shrieks, paralyzed by the miasma of fermenting bile stabbing his nostrils, choking at the hot gases filling his lungs. His blood runs hot and pounds in his ears, his heart thuds in his throat as his body begins burn. He gasps for air as his chest tightens.
 He knows where he is.
 "Holy shit! Holy shit! No, No! NO!" He wails out a out a long, painful scream as her stomach begins to churn. Panicking, surrounded by blackness, he wrestles himself through the remains of tonights dinner, desperate not to join it. He prods and feels his way to the contorting walls of her gut. He pounds and slams his fists into her twisting and throbbing flesh. Once and again, he slips against the slimy, pulsing wrinkles before him as he tries to climb and dig his way out like a wild animal in a cage. His whole world bounces and contorts as her stomach kicks into gear, throwing him back and forth from one side of her gut to the other. Her belly rolls and churns with beastly intent, stewing the vexing soup too-and-fro like a living blender. His head is caught in the roar of meaty growls and gurgles, backed with the throbbing beat of his predators heart. He wrestles and fights, kicking and screaming in complete darkness.
"P-please! Oh god! Oh fucking god, ple-" He pleads out to deaf ears, his cries punctuated with gargles and gasps as the sloshing waves continue to bowl him over. His winded lungs burn, his struggle giving in to the pull of exhaustion as his world is reduced to a tingling numbness.
 ...
 Throughout the night, her belly settles; trembling gargles and groans turn into gentle purrs as her stomach claims it's meal.
Her prey was dragged into the depths of her gut kicking and screaming, effortlessly churned and stewed until unrecognizable from the mass of protein filling her stomach, like drop of water in a river. Food is food, a hungry stomach does not discriminate and he will be soon reduced to a skid of shit in her toilet.
 She cares not for any of this. To her, he wasn't a person to begin with, but a toy, and it ceased to exist as soon as she swallowed.