There's not much more you could do, as struggling might make him drop you from a dangerous height. Yelling for help doesn't seem like it will do you any good either. You watch helplessly as he carries you up to the third floor balcony. If he drops you, the fall could be fatal. All you can do is remain calm.
The harpie soon lands back on his perch in a sitting position, while you hang precariously from his talons. His winged arms then reach down to grab you, and pull your head up to eye level. He doesn't even dignify you with conversation, and hastily crams you into his open gullet!
It all happens so quickly. Your face squelches into warm darkness as he rapidly chugs you down like a salmon plucked from a stream. In less than five seconds, your whole chest is already down his esophagus, filling what must be his gizzard. He then pushes your juicy ass inside, and starts glurking in your thighs, then knees, then ankles. Even if you do start to shout or struggle, your feeble protests will be smothered beneath his plump potbelly, which swells ever larger as you fill him out.
One last gulp squeezes you fully down into the harpy's gizzard. This forces you to curl into a cramped fetal position. Your body is surrounded by rippling muscles which starts to crush and grind your form. The tight flesh restricts your movement. You can't even breathe.
Around you, the harpie churrs in delight. He rubs a hand over his bulging round belly, uncaring of you predicament. The painfully cramped conditions you find yourself in soon begin to wear on you.
