You couldn't do anything but wait and enjoy the centauress playing with you. Seconds seemed to you like minutes and minutes like hours, but eventually she achieved her goal. You were too weak to struggle and the centauress finally stopped.
"So this is your last chance. Any last requests before you go into my belly?."

You could do nothing but watch silent. Still in her so sexual grip, both scared and aroused at the same time, you were much to paralysed to answer.

Suddenly Phillippa let you free of her grip. Now you stand just 1 or 2 inches away from her. At first you stared at her big tits again, but after a few seconds you realized that she bents herself over your head and opens her mouth a bit.
In the same moment both of her arms packed you on each of your shoulders to hold you in one place.

Then she started with such a quick move that you didn't even saw her mouth open. Your whole head was nearly inside hers with just a single swallow.
You tried to move and waved your arms around in hope that you could free yourself somehow, but its only result was that she grabbed both of them and stuffed them into her mouth.
Then Phillippa started to go down on you. After the first swallow she reached your shoulders, with the second and third swallow she already reached your waist. However then she slowed down a little and after your legs lost contact with the ground, you soon found out why. The centauress tried to lift the rest of your body above her so that she could swallow you easier. Your head and your arms were now somewhere in the human part of the centauress and with the help of gravity it wasn't that much work for her to swallow you up to your legs. By now you could feel your head squeezed through a small opening followed by your arms and the rest of your body. Her stomach smelled awfully but somehow you were still able to breath.
In the moment were Phillippa was just about to swallow your feet, you started to curl up in her expanding (horse-half) stomach.
With a satisfied "gulp" your legs and feet joined you in her fleshy prison.

Still struggling inside her belly you tried to get in a more comfy position. Cramped as you were you could barely move but your eyes started to get used to the dim red light that shines through her.
And with a terrified look you saw the only exit out of her stomach, the passage that leads to the centauress backside. In that moment you finally realized that you only leave her as poop.

Phillippa on the the other hand enjoyed you struggling around in her now well rounded stomach, which sloshed and swayed every time when she moved.
And over the next few days when her acids slowly digested you, she asked herself when she would meet the next tasty person to eat.


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On the third day Phillippa's (horse-part) belly was nearly back in its normal flat shape, when she felt the pressure of your remainings forcing your way to the end of her digestive tract.
She then lifted her tail up and shit out a large piece of turd. After she get rid of your remains, she turned around and said: "Well with this I fulfiled the dael. They give you to me to eat and I give them your remains as fertilizer for their fields. Very well then, good bye".

With this Phillippa went off and remained there as natural fertilizer.