By now almost all your fur has sloughed off you, you’re literally naked inside the cat’s belly, and the stomach walls are kneading your flesh violently from all sides. The burning sensation is getting stronger and stronger, and the fetid air is making it difficult to think clearly. Still, a bit of anger rises in you as you hear the cat taunting you. Can’t she leave you in peace even now? You ignore her words and will yourself to relax, giving yourself to the stomach, only wanting it to be over.
Out in the living room, the grey cat lying on her back on the carpet caresses her belly and purrs softly. She’s a little disappointed you didn’t respond, but it still feels wonderful having you slowly dissolving inside her. In the mist of the violent massaging of the stomach, you feel the vibration of her purrs all about you. You almost feel peaceful as you give up consciousness, falling into endless darkness.
The stomach takes your now unresisting body, and rubs it until it comes completely apart, becoming liquid nutrition that passes into the stomach walls, into the feline’s bloodstream, where it nourishes Tabatha as she sleeps on the carpet in the living room, a gentle smile on her lips.
