Four

Your remains become chyme and get squeezed through my long and winding intestines where they will sap every bit of nutrients from you. Everything you used to be will be taken to fuel be and become another layer of fat on my belly and energy for me and of course some nutrients will be directed to my balls so I can enjoy painting my now softer belly with my cum.

All that time spent to grow and build your life only to end up as slurry being pumped through my intestines. You had so much potential, so much promise and hopes and dreams. Too bad my stomach doesn’t care. It will squeeze you and tenderize you no matter how much you struggle and beg and cry. It’s a greedy thing, I don’t even have control over it. I just put food like you in it, and it claims it.

I will swallow air sometimes to keep my prey alive so they struggle for longer. With air I would guess you’d last for a few hours depending on your size. My stomach’s acid is very powerful. You’ll feel the way it turns your flesh to mush and you’ll feel the way my stomach muscles tear that tenderized flesh from your bones with every wave of peristalsis.

Get in line. Or rather… menu. My stomach will get to everyone, don’t worry. It’s very efficient.

My esophagus will squeeze you down into my stomach. I hope you’re not afraid of tight spaces because my stomach muscles don’t give. They’ll crush you and knead you and mix you with my acids until you can’t struggle anymore and become chyme. I can’t wait to hear my intestines processing you.

It’s even hotter on the inside~

You’re going into my stomach the same as any other piece of food and you’ll be digested as such. Everything else is irrelevant.

Ate so much I can’t even see my feet from under my belly~