You shake your head and sigh. "Alright, I'll get you back to the street, but we have to hurry. If I'm late to school, Coach will be using my jersey for toilet paper..."
The little girl claps her hands in delight, her tangled blond hair bobbing around her head. "Oh, thank you! I promise I won't keep you long. Did you say you needed to go to the school fast? I can take you through a shortcut. I used to live around here, I know lots of shortcuts! This way!"
You might have protested if she'd given you half a second. You'd rather stick to the course you know, but she dashes off and you have to jog to keep up. If it is a shortcut, it might just save your life, so you go along with her.
She keeps a very brisk pace, scampering around corners and twisting this way and that. You quickly lose track of where you are. "Hey!" you call, breathing heavily, "Are you sure..." you trail off as you come around a corner to face a dead end. There's just a big dumpster set against a wall. You frown, and begin to feel uneasy. You edge closer to the dumpster. The little girl that led you here is nowhere to be seen. You get the feeling you should check the dumpster, but you also get the feeling that you won't like what you find. Slowly, you lift the lid...
...and gag, as the horrible stench of shit hits you in the face. The dumpster is full of it, and littered with bones, clothing, and shoes. You stumble backwards and turn to run, but something grabs you by the pants and slings you to the ground. You grunt in surprise as you land, then gasp as you see the little scamp that led you here. All she's wearing is panties, and she looks... ravenous. She smirks down at you, rubbing her tummy as she licks her lips. "Dinner time!" she says with a grin, before she yanks you up by your collar. Before you can even scream, you're being crammed headfirst down her little throat. She plops down on her toosh and continues to gulp you down, eagerly slurping over your body. You are no match for her, and she wastes no time turning you into a quick snack.
It is hellishly cramped inside her little belly, and quite hot. You are squeezed into a tight little ball. It's the most uncomfortable experience of your life, and it's just downhill from here. You're already very hot, and fluids are slowly but surely seeping out over you, irritating your skin. The tyke pats her tummy happily and lets out a monstrous belch. "Thank you for helping me, mister..." she says in a faux innocent voice. "I get so scared when I'm all alone... and hungry!" Her voice is loud but muffled as it reverberates around you. You are smushed so tight that you can't even form a coherent reply, just a pained groan that makes her giggle.
Gurgles and bubbly noises begin to surround you as the child's inexperienced belly goes to work on you. You realize that this won't be a quick end. The acids bubbling up around you are weak, and can only reach a bit of you at a time. You whine as you try your best to struggles, but you can barely even wriggle. You need out, though... you need out right now. Panic is rising in your chest, both from claustrophobia and the pool of acids stinging your bottom half. With a massive effort, you are able to raise your arm about three inches as you feel for the sphincter of her esophagus, your only hope of escape. You find it, and triumphantly you push your hand against it, trying to worm your fingers in. How is it so tight? You can't even fit one finger in! Your whole body was just shoved down that tube, now it seems no wider than a pin, and about as flexible as steel. "Help..." you grunt, forcing the word out. You are rewarded with agony, as somehow the stomach walls constrict even tighter. You are bent into a terrible position, with your head smushed between your knees. Every bit of you feels the strain this girl's belly is inflicting on your body.
"Sorry mister," you hear her say. "It takes ages to gurgle a big boy like you, so my tummy is going to make you go splat, kay?"
"No.... p-please..." is all you can muster, your face red from lack of air.
"Bye now," are the last words you hear before your body caves in on itself, and your remains are swallowed up by a pool of eager acids. The young girl sighs happily as her belly shrinks slowly to the size of a watermelon, a series of nasty pops, cracks, and squelching noises sound from her midsection as your body is crunched down into a more manageable form. She gets to her feet, cradling her belly, full of dead Gil, and waddles over to a wall to rest. She yawns and blinks her eyes sleepily. "Yummy..." she whispers, before falling asleep. You continue to digest as she snores, and soon nothing remains but a pit of pudge on her tummy and a load of poo waiting to be dumped. She wakes after an hour long nap, and giggles as a toot escapes her rump. Climbing up on the dumpster, she squats over the open lid and you plop down to join the rest of her unfortunate meals. She hops down, humming happily, and when the dumpster lid bangs shut, you are already forgotten.
You are dead.
