"I'd rather eat you." She says rather simply. She lifts you off of her stomach (ironically), and tosses you into her mouth. It's dark, wet, and smells like old sugary cereal. She swishes you around, coating you in saliva. "Mmm...you taste great..." She thinks to herself, smiling. Then, she tilts her head back, and swallows you.
You go down her throat and fall into her stomach. Instantly, you have to wade through a thick glop of digested cereal and milk. Oh no! You've interrupted digestion! That just means...you're going to die even faster!
Panicked, you begin to fight Ashley's stomach, punching and kicking at the walls in a fit of rage. Why would she just eat you anyway?!
Outside, Ashley enjoys your pitiful struggles, and lets out a huge, unladylike burp. "I think that means my stomach likes you...hee hee!" She says.
Your struggle continues to just make her belch. What now?
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