"Let me out" you plead and begin to hit the stomach walls with your fists "Pretty please, I don't want to be lunch!" you begin to cry as her voice revertibrates against her stomach as she makes a "hic"
"Oh yess, struggle and beg all you want, It's not like I haven't heard it all before. Hundreds of people just met there end in my big old belly" you hear her paws slap her stomach playfully, sending you carrending into a warm mush of saliva and gastric juice, then sloshing you around. You end up sitting on the damp sandwish in a pool of her stomach acids all around you, the horrible heat makes you sweat, the stomach constantly gurgls away as it shifts from the stomachs gentle churning. She laughs "ohh... yes, good sandwich, must have nice fillings, normally have a few dozen pepople to stuff in but since you asked I didn't even make you carpool, aint that a sweet thing for me to do"
You watch the iceburg of sandwich get eaten away more and more as you notice that her sea of stomach juices are getting higher and higher, you start to sob "So your still kicking in there huh, just going to be wose, the softer slower way is just to dive in, but now it's gastric acid bathing for you to turn ya into a nice centimenter on my waistline, isn't that special!" You make a blood curdling scream right as she makes a wet belch, sending you into the stomach acids, the pain is horrible and you thrash as your digested alive, every inch of you screams in pain as your disolved into the stomach juices within minutes, vanishing from the world of the living forever thanks to the massive monster that callously devoured you.
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