Mustering the last of your energy, you scream out to her, begging her to be spat up and spared. However, rather than gratify your desperate pleading, Doki punches her stomach, forcing your head harshly downward. A rancid, guttural belch erupts from her jaws, along with a spray of saliva. You're crushed tightly as she deliberately clenches her abdominal muscles around you.
“Let you out?” she laughs. “As if... You're just food, after all... That's all you freshmen are good for; fresh meat!” She presses her hands into her stomach again, and ripples up another bassy hurp. By now, you're out of air. The acids surge around you like a tsunami, and you're sloshed deeply beneath them. Doki massages the sides of her belly with forceful rubs, working the acids into your skin. The pain is agonizing. You can feel skin flaking off of your body.
Your muscles begin to cramp from the lack of oxygen. Doki can feel your dying spasms. “That's it,” she murmurs, “Just give in... Don't worry, you'll be part of the school. Part of my ass, that is...” Her corny mockery starts to fade as the sounds of her gastric processes drowns out any further noises. You hear her muttering something about how you're going to make her panties strain, and how she'll have to go to the gym to work off your calories... but soon, her teasing words blot out to the point that they are utterly incomprehensible. Your senses go dull. You can feel your muscles going limp in your final moments... You need air... You try to inhale, and glub, choking on her burning acids. Reflex compels you to give one last spastic kick...
… Then, the velvet prison crushes inward, and your life is ended in an instant. Doki's stomach squashes you into pulp beneath powerful muscles hidden under her generous padding—of which you are doomed to become another layer of.
