Your stomach gurgled and groaned as it accepted the oshawatts, covering them in your stomach acids. They struggled and cried out in pain, but you just ignored them. A calm sigh escaped your lips as you lay back and let your stomach do it's work. The oshawatts' struggles died down as they accepted their fates. You find yourself being lulled to sleep...
-A while later-
You wake up to a pressure you feel in your bowels. 'Guess they want to be let out...' You thought, getting up. You went behind some bushes and *I'm new to this website and not sure how graphic I'm allowed to be- just use your imagination*.
After you were done, you decided-
