You pound away, the gurgling noises growing steadily louder all around you. Your strength is failing fast. That warmth is still caressing the back of your neck. You can almost hear Michelle's stomach gases whispering softly in your ear, like a lover, begging you to stick around if only just a little while longer. Your pounding fists begin to feel heavy and slow in their assault. While still trying to get her attention one of your fists comes in contact with a new presence on the wall of her stomach. There is some kind of liquid dripping it's way lazily into your organic prison, and it stings where it touched your fist. As if excited at it's first taste of you what you have rightly guessed to be her digestive fluids begins to flow quite rapidly down along the walls. You can hear it all around you draining into her stomach, spewing from some unknown origin. You take a hasty step back from the wall, only to be immediately knocked off your feet when her stomach gives a mighty, unexpected heave. For a moment a fierce flame of hope shoots through your veins, almost tearing out a cry of triumph in its wake. Surely that was a sign she was going to vomit! This hope is utterly destroyed as her stomach heaves again, and again, throwing you all about. Michelle was not throwing you up, her stomach was churning you! You almost begin to panic when you realize that you are now up to your chest in her fluids, but then a welcome, but completely irrational calm sweeps over you. You want to be digested. You have always loved her and now you could be with her forever. You had always cherished her company and now her body would cherish you. Suddenly the thought came to you that your sacrifice as part of a meal was the ultimate symbol of love. You let out a small sigh of contentment as you let yourself slip farther down into her fluids.You had gotten it wrong earlier, it didn't sting. Instead it actually kinda tickled, with hundreds of bubbles floating up to coalesce around you. From the depths of some irrational part of your mind you thought it felt kinda like lying a big glass of soda pop, and of course there was still that inviting warmth lulling you to sleep. You closed your eyes, completely relaxed and sank beneath the surface of her juices. You would be digested and absorbed into her body, maybe to become a party of her amazingly sexy thighs, or maybe her breasts. None of that mattered. Where ever you ended up, you would be inside of her perfect body. You would be home.
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