By: miesta

"that means yes right!?" Says Tracy happily "I'm so thrilled I'm doing this for you. I feel sorta naughty..."

You squirm harder, trying frantically to get rid of the gag from your mouth.

"Yes roomie! You know just how to move for me! That's all the thanks I need"

A droplet of stomach acid lands on your face, burning through the licorice cable. You frantically spit out the gag.

"Tracy" You yell "Tracy!"

But she doesn't hear, and you feel her start to bounce up and down on the bed, sloshing burning acids over your body. She must have put her headphones back in.

You cry out in frustration, punching at the walls, thrashing about, and struggling about desperately to get her to notice you.

"Mmmmm... Yes roomie!" You hear her moan from outside "keep on squirming like that! You know just what I wan't don't you, you're the best, roomie!"

You hear her further moans, an you realize that she is, once again, getting off to your struggles. You feel pathetic, used. But there is nothing more you can do, so you continue to fight her churning gut. Letting out your frustrations on the fleshy walls, the pants and moans from outside only fueling your anger. You know, deep down, that your resistance is hopeless.

She orgasms twice more as her body continues to work on you. Each one squashing you tightly inside her belly, only aiding in your rapid digestion. Soon, after her second climax, the grinding begins and rapidly you are reduced to a pulpy mass ground into a muck soup, soon flushed back into the intestines to drink you dry.

She dims the lights and lowers the volume. Lying back down on her soft bed, cradling her sloshing gut, she smiles.

Hours pass with her deep deep sleep.

When she next wakes she smiles warmly. She giggles, rolling on her diminished belly, now ready to release your remains. The pressure is intense since she is laying on her belly. And she moans over the phone a bit. "Oh yes, I've had another one daddy... Yes, my roommate. No I didn't catch his name."

Hanging up and finishing the call, she clenches her arse fighting the urge to shoot out a hot steaming wet thick log of shit as the mass presses hard from her colon. The pressure eases from her effort.

She stands. Flouncing across the room to your cases. She opens one and squats over it, relaxing her anus. She lets out a long loud fart, then a thick turd slides from her rump, falling to splat over your stuff. Next several bones slide out, ribs and thighs clattering into the case. Steadily more and more of your remains drop from her bowels into the slowly filling case. Finally the stream of waste slows, your skull popping from her rectum and bouncing onto the pile, followed by a last splattering of muck.

She turns to examine your steaming remains, smiling down at the pile of bones and muck "There you go, packed in with the rest of your stuff!"
She bends to pick up you skull, wiping some of her shit of with her fingers. "I think I'll keep this as a souvenir. You were definitely a great roomie, while you lasted... I doubt my butt will ever eat your like again." She almost sounds sad to see you go. But then her smile reasserts itself and she shuts the case over your remains. Bouncing off to find a place to put your skull.