Two days.

It’s been two days since you fell asleep at that house party - biggest mistake of your life - and woke up in… here. Of course, to you, it feels like it’s been a LOT longer than two days… but then again, it’s not like you have many ways of telling time, where you’re at. You are surrounded by a darkness so thick that there’s no difference between your eyes being closed or open - not like you ever dared open them, for fear of the sting of those biting liquids that were constantly being excreted from the fleshy, wrinkly walls and kneaded into your skin, systematically working away at you. It’s a struggle to get any air, and the air you can get is thick with an acrid, gastric odor. Oh, how nicely you squirmed when you first woke up in there! But, of course, hypoxic and swaddled, you’ve since fallen into a bit of a stupor, fading in and out of consciousness, only being able to wriggle for a few minutes at a time before taking hours to rest.

You were in denial, at first; even as you heard the cacophonous gurgles and churns and sloshes of my stomach, and heard my muffled voice teasing you from just beyond your prison beneath my thick layers of belly pudge, your mind refused to accept the fact that you’d been SWALLOWED, whole and alive. But by now, there was no denying it; my acids had already melted your clothes right off your body, and were now working on your epidermal layer while I lounge in the warm bathtub, groping and massaging my gut so lovingly while teasing you about how nicely you’ll add to my ass and tits. You must be grateful, after all, for you give me a few of those blissful struggles in return… and after all, I’ve taken such good care of you! Feeding you snacks and water and gulping down tons of air to keep my little meal kicking for as long as possible, always teasing and playing with you at every opportunity. I planned the whole thing out, timing your consumption so that I’ll have the whole of spring break to spend relaxing at home, happily gurgling you up in privacy, far from any prying eyes that might do something silly like ‘call the police’. By the time I head back to campus, you sadly won’t be alive anymore, though your meat will take a month total to digest; most of you adding to my big, plump figure, and the rest getting flushed down the toilet.

But that all comes later. For now, we have plenty of time to enjoy eachother’s company, my lovely meal…