You look at the ground, briefly, contemplating whether or not Lindsey should digest your soul. It's not something you're asked every day, and the gravity of ceasing to exist entirely makes the situation a little more real than the day-to-day fact of men being eaten. The choice of continuing to exist as a pile of poop, or perishing in Lindsey's body, are equally attractive. On one hand she may decide to keep you, as odd as that would be (as odd as asking whether you want your soul digested, you suppose), on the other she may decide to flush you and let your soul split into a thousand little pieces in the sewers. The latter is not particularly attractive to you, but that's where men usually end up, so it's not something you didn't expect at all.
"Er..." you say, hesitantly, "you said no reformation right? I'm gonna be like that long coiled turd?"
"Yes" she says, sweetly, nodding her head and smiling, "do you need to see more pictures?"
You shake your head no. It's not that you are unsure about the turd she selected for you, it was a fine choice, it was just that you would need to know whether you would have a body for your soul to inhabit after the digestion. Admittedly, it was difficult to predict what would happen to the soul. All that was really known is that women can digest it, or not, and that it was generally believed that the consciousness continues to reside within the turd after elimination. Not exactly an enviable fate depending on Lindsey's next answer.
"So... if I keep my soul, and it's in the turd, what will you do with it?"
She caresses your cheek, holding you closer, looking at you pitiably: "Oh, baby... are you afraid I'll keep you around? I wouldn't do that to you, Troy. You earned a place in that sewer and I'll make sure that's exactly where you go." She kisses you, holding you close: "You'll be rotting away in the sewer lines before you know it Troy, don't you worry. You'll go exactly where you belong."
Meekly, you smile and kiss her back, happy that she's so nonchalant about it, but not really feeling the soul-attached-to-a-sewer-grating. "Baby, Lindsey... If it's okay with you, I want you to digest my soul. I want to be a part of you, even if that means I don't get to exist anymore." She smiles back, which hopefully means she buys it. It's even true, you're just not telling her you don't want to spend eternity lining a sewage pipe. With a deep kiss she signals her acquiescence, her tongue playing in your mouth, much to your excitement and enjoyment. You can tell she's into it, eager to eat and digest all of you so you can nourish her for however long she needs, even your soul absorbed and gone as a result of her voracious appetite.
"Mmm... Oh baby, you're gonna be so delicious..." she moans in your ear, licking and biting it.
A pang of regret hits your heart as she starts to kiss your face, unbuttoning your shirt and preparing you for your ultimate fate. "Baby, I think I should say, before you eat me... Wow, that feels amazing..." She giggles, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down roughly. "I want to be part of you, but I was a little dishonest. I didn't mention that I'm afraid of being a conscious turd lining the sewer pipes, it scares me..." She stops kissing momentarily. "Please forgive me."
She raises an eyebrow, looking at you with an evil smirk on her face. "Well, there's only one thing to do then..."
