"My last request," you say, "is that you let me go and don't eat me."
The Jelly-Lady laughs awkwardly. "Huh... that was, uh... almost a little funny. I think I've heard it a few too many times, though. Welp, down the hatch!"
The Jelly-Lady lifts you up, and drops you into her soft, jiggly mouth. Her tongue presses against your body, and she pumps her cheeks as she sucks on you and savors the taste of your skin. You attempt to struggle, to pry your way out of her mouth, but the strange, gelatinous undulations of her tongue throw you off balance. Once she has had her fun tasting you, she tilts her head up. You slide across the slippery surface of her tongue, straight down her throat. The Jelly-Lady swallows, and your body is clearly visible through the translucent bulge in her throat as you slide down into her belly.
The Jelly-Lady burps. "Well, maybe you weren't funny, but did make a tasty snack! Mmm... little sleepy now. Think I'm gonna take a nap. Have fun in there, cutie!"
Inside her belly, the Jelly-Lady's body relaxes into a slimy liquid and engulfs you. You struggle desperately to escape, but it isn't long before you are overcome by the constant pressure of her gooey body, and your struggles cease. As you begin to dissolve inside the the gooey, orange jelly, bubbles of gas form around you, obscuring your body...
* * *
The Jelly-Lady wakes up and stretches. "Ah... such a nice nap. Did you enjoy sleeping inside me, cutie?"
She pats her gut and looks down at what remains of you: nothing but a three-foot lump of turd, clearly visible through her translucent bowels.
"Hmm... you look pretty tired... one could even say you look... pooped."
The Jelly-Lady's breasts jiggle as she laughs. "God that was bad... I think your corny sense of humor rubbed off on me... time to come out."
With a slight grunt of exertion, the Jelly-Lady forces out your remains. Her turd hit the rocks with a wet plop, and she fans her nose.
"Ew... you stink, cutie. Though I guess that's my fault... oh, well. Thanks for the meal!"
The Jelly-Lady waves goodbye, and slides off across the beach.
You have become jelly-shit.
THE END.
