She would start focusing then. I, being entirely within her stomach now, was more than content. I did not even notice what was about to happen. This would be a second time for me, as it happened once with my friend. I was in ecstasy from being in her stomach. The feeling of being eaten. I did not notice that the pressure around me was increasing. For you see, she started focusing, really getting into the role play it seems, or so she said after I was out of her. She was focusing on crushing me, making me even smaller. She focused really hard too it seems. It took her less than a minute after swallowing me to crush me and break my bones.
I would have one hand on my dick, really starting to go at it, when I felt the pain. I never heard the crack of my bones breaking, as her stomach contracted hard to make me smaller, more compact. A true ball of meat to be in her stomach. One the out side, she would be rather red in face, and her entire stomach area would be read. The crack she heard made her moan out rather loudly. I heard her moan as I would suddenly feel the pain hit me. She would lay down, her stomach not giving in. Still surprised how I survived this encounter.
She would then relax, the stomach now smaller than before. Still able to tell she at something now, but not that it was so recent. She would have both hands on her stomach, seeming to calm it down with what she just did. She looked down, feeling me try to struggle now, not knowing it was for real this time. She would laugh.
"It seems you could not handle my stomach muscles so well meal. You seem to have been crushed. Now all that is left is to give you the long digestion." She would giggle and move her hands over her stomach to feel me within. I would not be able to scream, as the pain was too much that I could barely breathe as is. Some how my lungs were not punctured. She would then lay there. Lay there she did. For that entire weekend she laid there on that bed. All the while telling me how she will digest me slowly. Little did she know that the acids were pumping by that point. I would let her know.
"Hey! The acids are really starting to fill up in here! Also I think you really crushed my bones, the pain is still so much." I would say to her yet again. She would only scoff at me.
"I told you that I did not crush you! I would know if I did. As for the acid, I have decided to this little adventure of yours...is now permanent." She would smile. Both of her hands holding her stomach and shaking it a little up and down. "Now be a good little meal and digest for me. Add to my padding, it will be all the easier to conceal a live meal soon."
With that I would be within her stomach a week. It was surprising. I have no idea how I survived being actively digested for that long, but when I was brought out, cut out honestly, they were surprised I was even alive. They called it a miracle, but would keep this case hush hush. When I came out, I was in such a tight ball, they said it was the only thing that saved me. Muscles could be seen as some of my skin had been digested by her and moved to her large intestine. They said if they did not make it to me by that night, I would have gone all the way into her intestine and digest the rest of the way there. I was thankful. I also learned that there are some things out there that can heal people rather well, and rather quickly. I was good as new within a week. The skin having grown back, my muscles now not broken and back in place.
I saw the woman later on at one point, but she had someone else within her. Another customer she said.
