She embraced him one last time, her tongue using a practiced motion to slide him inside her. Her throat walls opened up like a trapdoor, and he disappeared. Then they closed back around him, tightly grasping him on all sides. He sobbed quietly, knowing it was all over. She had eaten him, swallowed whole like a pill. She was too busy entertaining her client to recognize him. He pounded in vain, weakly pressing his fists into her esophageal wall. He tried to put his feet into the ribbed walls to slop his descent but it was too slimy. A terrible smell wafted up from below.
“MMMMMMMMM~”
His bones rattled and his ears popped with the immense sound. He was sliding right past her vocal cords as she savored him. The ringing in his ears continued but he was able to hear her commenting on him as he slid further into her depths.
“I’m surprised he still has some fight left. Let’s watch what happens when…”
Her voice trailed off, becoming more difficult to hear as her heartbeat rose in volume. He felt the soft massage of her heart, something he used to understand. How could this kind woman be so cruel? How could the woman who loved him do something so monstrous? How could she have eaten him without even thinking about it? It didn’t matter, her heart was going to keep beating and his was broken. Soon to be consumed.
“This isn’t happening... This isn’t…”
His words came out wrong, his voice hoarse and shaky. He felt so alone, wrapped on all sides by Dana’s flesh. She was supposed to be a kind woman. She was supposed to love him. She welcomed him to her family. He fell deeper into her, as she waited patiently for him to drop inside. He wondered if this was what it was like for all of them. All those people… pushed down her throat like candy. His mind wandered to the website where someone asked for this. Someone asked her to swallow him alive, and they wanted to watch. His mind wandered more, wondering how he let himself cum into her mouth. Shame and despair swirled together until he could no longer think. Bianca would never forgive him.
He sobbed, deep heaving cries for himself, and for his fiance. She also cried for Dana. She was sick. He hoped to die quickly, not giving these awful people any more of a show. The nightmare persisted, and the bottom of her throat opened up to receive him. After a brief moment of freefall, he splashed down into Dana’s turbulent acid lake.
He didn’t have time to react, only struggle to stay upright in her acrid belly. The warm liquid was thick and foamy, and to his greatest despair, he could see it all. The pillcam lay upon the fleshy shore of her death chamber. He swam towards it, kicking at the chyme as his skin began to tingle. The yellowish fluid bubbled and popped, sloshing and squelching emanating from the sides. Andrew kicked and swam through the mess, desperate to escape.
He made it to safety, placing his hands on a fleshy ridge and lifting himself from the corrosive fluid. The pillcam was twenty feet away… or was it a few inches? It was silently recording his struggle, illuminating her stomach for the paying client. He heard Dana’s voice from far away above, muffled through her body.
“There he is. What a trooper.”
“Dana! Fuck!”
“See that! He can hear me. Too bad there’s no audio. How are you hanging in there, little one?”
Andrew stood on a stomach ridge, stricken with heartache. The oppressive heat and thick noxious air inside her was bad enough but she was filming him. His skin was already spongy and he was exhausted from fighting off her tongue. He wasn’t sure if he had the energy left, but needed to get to that pillcam. She didn’t have anything else to look at, maybe if she saw his face then she could throw up. He might be able to survive his her insides. He looked at the pill and could only shake his head. It was too far. He fell to his knees, the soft gooey flesh under him sinking just a little as he moved.
“Awww. Giving up? Poor little guy got tuckered out in my mouth. I don’t blame him.”
Her sing-song voice cut through his despair. This wasn’t how he was going to die. He needed Dana to see him. He needed to see Bianca again. He needed to apologize for their argument and tell the world the horrible things this woman had done. He stood and started to lurch towards the pillcam. There was a bit of stomach tissue that rose above the foamy acid, some ridges which he could cling to. He walked along her stomach wall, careful not to slip into her boiling fluid below.
“That’s ya go. Let’s have a closer look. Tell you what, why don’t we play a little game?”
Andrew tried to ignore her. Her voice almost sounded like thunder, cascading down around him through the constant din of sloshing and gurgling. Her heartbeat was faintly present in his feet as he walked, pulsing from far above. He looked up at the pillcam. It was still so far. He was about to take another step, but the whole chamber shuddered. He yelped, trying to hold onto one of her undulating ridges to avoid failing. The stomach acid churned and sloshed as everything went sideways briefly. Darkness fell as acid covered the pillcam’s operating light.
Acid rained from above as he gripped onto her stomach walls. His feet hung down, and her hungry fluids lapped up at him. Then the tumble reversed, and he was flung into her. He lost his grip but managed to barely avoid sliding off.
“Oop, sorry. I needed to get comfy.” The sarcasm carried through the sloshing.
Andrew couldn’t believe that motion merely came from her adjusting herself. This wasn’t happening. He wiped the stinging fluid from his face and eyes. Then he looked around for the pillcam. Thankfully it had only moved a little. He was somehow grateful that the sadistic camera was heavier than he was. He tried to get up but his hand touched something solid. He immediately recoiled, finding a partially-digested skeleton washed up along her stomach wall like a piece of driftwood. Still intact, with muscle and sinew holding it together. Andrew gasped and screamed, realizing this was what was left of the woman before him. Dissolved like a piece of meat. Energy for her toned body. Her hair and skin were gone, mixed into the hot thick pool.
“Oh, looks like you found the contestant from the last game. She was a real fighter.”
The skeletal visage of the woman hung gaunt and bleeding, some flesh still undigested. It almost looked like she was screaming, locked in an eternal cry for help that went ignored as Dana took a shower. Andrew felt he was staring into the eyes of death itself, fully grasping the destructive power of the woman who consumed him. Her body would soon claim what was left, and he would become another victim in her twisted video library.
Andrew scrambled away, trying to find some corner within Dana to sob. He found no relief, no waking up from this nightmare. He began to beg, hoarse desperate wails into her flesh.
“Da- Dana. Help me. Let me out! Please!”
“There there. I’ll tell you what, you win the game and I’ll let you out. A non-stop ticket out of Dana-town. What do you say?”
Andrew looked up, staring at the pill knowing Dana’s sultry eyes were on the other side. He stood and nodded. This was it, this was his chance!
“Good boy. Now, it will be simple. Reach the pill, and you win. Got it?”
Andrew’s eyes widened, and he took off as fast as he could manage. His legs burned, and when he looked down to choose his footing he noticed blood. He was already melting away inside her. He dared not look down, knowing parts of him were already being recycled.
“That’s right, little one. Come to mamma. Let me see that little face.”
Andrew’s every sinew burned but he fought through the disgust and hopelessness. Dana was some kind of terrible monster but at least even she took pity on him now. He thought of how things used to be, of how sweet she was. How Bianca was a reflection of her love. Or at least how loving he thought she was. He had no idea how long this had been going on. He looked around, wondering how many people saw this place before she claimed their lives. He needed to escape for them. To stop her from doing this to anyone else. He steeled himself against the terrible haze of rising heat wafting from below, and he did not turn back to look upon the poor woman who was screaming in here just a few hours ago.
He was almost halfway, sliding along the small ridge just above oblivion. The dim light of the camera illuminated more of his surroundings. The pink walls glistened, and he could feel the occasional dribble of acid being secreted. Small trickles of stinging fluid clung to his hands and feet, dripping into the pool.
Suddenly the pink walls shuddered, and violently undulated. It felt like an earthquake, and thunderous squelching erupted all around him. Her stomach was growling like an angry beast, quivering and desperate. She was hungry for him. Her body wanted him, another morsel to add to the collection of souls dissolved within. The rumbling died down, but large streams of acid began to run down the walls. He had to let go, the stinging turning to a red-hot burn in his fingers. He looked at his palms, bloody and raw as if by friction. He stood carefully still, his feet aching and burning as he tried not to touch anything else.
He felt he was almost through it when a quick jolt slapped him against her stomach wall. It burned but he was unable to push himself off, the movement continuing into a back-and-forth rocking which threatened to toss him in. A strange sound echoed from above. It was Dana’s voice, in short, melodic bursts. She was laughing. He looked at the pillcam, incredulous that his predicament was amusing.
“Heh, Heh.. Ahh. Sorry. You just look so sad. It’s cute.”
Andrew tried to cry, to say anything, but his voice caught in his throat. There was nothing left to say. He needed to reach the pillcam now or he was going to die, perishing within Dana’s body while she laughed about it. He tried to walk but slipped. She began to laugh again, gently rocking him as he struggled to right himself.
“Here, let me help.” She added, still laughing.
Andrew didn’t know what that could possibly mean but did not wait to find out. Without standing, he started to slide along her stomach wall. Pulling himself along his belly, he began to feel her juices work on him. It started with a tingling, and he knew what came next. If he wasn’t out soon the acid would be pouring into him. He crawled forward, inching along, and leaving a small trail of blood in his wake. The blood mixed with the rest, turning the yellow-brown liquid dark red near the edge. He felt like he was going to make it, going to finally show her what she had done. What she had done to so many others.
There was a loud splash in the center of the lake which made Andrew recoil, holding desperately to anything he could despite the burning. He dared a look and discovered a torrent of liquid pouring in from the opening he fell through. She had drank something, and the torrent of liquid came through in massive dark waves. The smell was thick and unmistakable. Red wine. Andrew panicked, realizing that the level of the acid was rising dramatically. The mixture now smelled deeply of wine and was dark red. His mind reeled, realizing there was nowhere else to go. He started walking, no longer feeling his legs. The liquid rose to meet him, up past his calves and then to his waist. He fell, sliding into her. The pillcam was so close, still hanging just barely at the ridge. He just needed to swim. The wine burned his senses but was mercifully diluting the acid.
He could almost reach it, kicking as hard as he could to rise up out of her hungry abyss. The waves began to rock back and forth as she started to laugh again, seeing his hand so close and yet just out of reach. A deep belly laugh rocked the pill out into the foamy liquid. The pill began to slowly sink, he was about to grab onto it but gravity violently changed direction. Her stomach turned over, tossing him away from the pillcam and back to the far ridge. He landed with a wet splat and slid down in a mess of red fluid. The pill landed nearby, almost arm’s length. the light indicating Dana’s sadistic gaze. Her deadly waters lapped at his sides.
“Ooooh, so close.” More sarcasm, and yet more laughing. A simple rotation of her torso was enough to toss him around like a boat in a storm.
Spitting and coughing up wine, Andrew sat up. He willed his legs to move but they didn’t budge. He swung his arms around and lifted his torso away from the edge. He slid into the pill, not from the effort but by using the gentle rocking of Dana’s continued chuckles. He grasped the pill, smearing it red. He wondered how much was blood and how much was wine.
“Oh yay! You made it! Hey, little guyyy~” She cooed from above, congratulating him.
Andrew tried to smile. He did it, he was looking directly into the camera and wiped his face. More red, this time definitely blood.
“Dana? Dana! It’s me!” His voice wasn’t his own, some twisted cry of a deranged animal. He stared into the pill, then looked up. He waited for some sign of recognition.
“Well, as promised, you get to leave! Isn’t that nice?” Her demeanor was unchanged.
Andrew wiped the pill and leaned in close, catching a sight of his reflection. His face was swollen and bloody, worn away nearly down to the muscle. He looked like a medical research project, and he didn’t even recognize himself.
“Well, you earned it!” Her voice cracked, her belly sloshing around agin in a deep belly laugh. She took a deep breath, then sighed. “Just hop right in and your journey will begin.” She erupted into a fit of laughter which rocked Andrew off the ledge. He clutched the pill, screaming as he splashed down.
“No! You said! Agh!”
“Oh, I know. I promised you a one-way trip. It’s time. You’ll be let out before you know it.”
Andrew struggled to stay afloat, barely able to swim as the pill dragged him down. He couldn’t reach her stomach walls. He could only look desperately into the camera and try to plead with her. His voice failed, acid melting away his ability to speak.
“Poor thing. You’re part of me now. Relax and let my body do the rest. You put up a good fight, I’m so proud of you.”
Andrew wanted to fight but his body was unresponsive. His arms stopped working, the pain seared into his midsection. He could no longer do anything but sink into her. He disappeared below her turbulent waves, and the light of the pillcam followed. Andrew felt like he was drifting through hot coals, then just warm ones. He was dissolving away, and found the pillcam descending. It landed at the bottom, and he floated nearby. He could feel the gentle rocking of Dana’s continued laughter, the light illuminating his diminishing body. A muscle at the bottom opened up just a bit, and sucked him inside.
The environment was suddenly different, less volatile. He had escaped her stomach, sinking deeper and deeper into her depths. Her body had stripped him of almost everything, but she wasn’t done. The pillcam cast very dim light into her intestines, and after free-floating for a moment Andrew felt tiny fleshy appendages stroke him gently. He turned to look at the villi, reaching out to him. One of the pink fingers made contact with his arm, and snipped off a small chunk. Andrew spun, trying to swim back to retrieve what was taken. The slow current carried him onwards, and he realized the insane impossibility of resistance. There was no escape, no way he could swim through her and live. He briefly thought that maybe he could survive the journey, but knew that to be false. Her mocking words cut him deeply. To think he almost agreed to be in the same family as this monster.
There was sickening movement again, but less violent than before. His downward descent turned sideways, and the current kept pushing him along. She was laying down, probably to fall asleep. She liked to nap after a glass of wine. Andrew tried to swim against the current, to grab the pill and convince her. If not for him but for some appeal to her humanity. He heard a distant contented sigh, barely audible. It was over. He spun around as another chunk of him was taken by her greedy intestines. As he struggled, small flecks of him dispersed into the bile. He was slowly disappearing, losing one fragment at a time.
The pill silently monitored his journey, he wondered if someone was still watching. He could not cry or scream, only shudder with despair. She had devoured him. Her intestines were picking him apart. A villi attached to his left thigh and the leg simply separated. He didn’t even feel it, his body mostly dissolved. He looked behind him at the pill, the light moving past his leg until he could not see it anymore. He closed his eyes, hoping for her appetite to finish him off soon. He knew he was already being absorbed and assimilated. His energy was spent, and whatever he had left would be given up to her. He hoped that Bianca would never find out that he came before she absorbed the rest of him.
What was left of Andrew rounded a bend in her small intestine. More and more tiny hungry fingers reached for him, taking their share of his body. He was being disassembled. Andrew’s flesh was no longer his. He was nothing, just food for the woman who he thought cared. He began to hallucinate visions of Bianca. It was warm. He let go.