You turn and flee the ghost-woman. Suddenly, she opens her mouth and inhales. A tremendous force of suction strikes you, pulling you back towards the ghost. You hunker down and attempt to creep to the stair-case, but the force of the ghost's breath becomes greater and greater, until it lifts your feet from the floor. The ghost-womans' mouth stretches open as you near, and she sucks you in and swallows you in a single gulp.
The ghost-woman burps and pats her tummy. Despite her massively swolen gut, she doesn't seem to be weighed down at all. She floats across the floor, light as ever.
The ghost-woman gives a giggle. "Hmm, so frightened, little mouse! And what have you to fear?"
You cry out, but your cries are muffled by the walls of her stomach.
The ghost shuts her eyes and gently strokes her stomach. "Shush. Sleep now. You're mine, body and soul..."
The pale blue walls of her ghostly belly begin to vibrate around you, and blue, glowing digestive fluids leak onto your skin. It doesn't hurt, but gives you an intense tingling sensation. You struggle against the embrace of the ghostly belly, but try as you might, you cannot break free. The warm blue goop covers you and saps your strength. When you can struggle no longer, the ghost-woman's stomach begins squeeze, knead and digest you. As your body begins to break down and melt, your mind fades. You utterly dissolve in the goopy, blue prison of the ghost-woman's gullet, and true to her words, she digests you body and soul.
Humming a pleasant tune, the ghost-woman floats down the stairs and makes her way towards the bathroom. Her thin, famished body has grown plump and curvy from the satisfying meal you gave her. Not much remains of you, except for a small lump in her colon, soon to be expelled. The woman lifts up her dress, pulls her under-wear down around her ankles, and sits on the chamber-pot. She sighs gently as her anus relaxes, and a small, blue turd slides out of her bowels and lands in the pot with a plop. The ghost-woman's bowel movement is slick and shining with the unearthly slime of her innards.
The ghost-woman looks down at your pitiful remains and giggles. "I thank you for the meal, kind traveler... I can scarcely wait for the next traveler to visit my cottage..."
The ghost woman fades and vanishes.
You have become ghost-shit.
THE END.
