It is a constant and unrelenting thought, it seems.
The desire to be slowly digested by your ravenous stomach. Feeling your hands gripping me, pulling me closer and closer to your open maw. Your warm breath envelops my face before your mouth engulfs my head, then slowly crammed down your tight throat, undoubtedly bulging with my form.
Deeper and deeper I go, feeling more and more of my body passing your lips, hearing your stomach gurgle for its approaching meal. Finally, my head enters your stomach, hot and wet, I can almost feel your anticipation to have my entire body inside it.
The progress hardly slows down. Shoulders, arms, torso, more of me is cramped into your stomach faster than I would have thought. I can only imagine how huge your belly must be from the outside as only my feet are still outside your mouth. I imagine you'd be moaning to yourself if I weren't taking up the entirety of your throat.
But with one final, decisive *GULP*, the last of me slips into your stomach. Your heavy breathing indicates how much effort it took, and now that you're able to moan and groan, it indicates how enjoyable it was to you. But all other sound is soon drowned out by the gurgling around me. You're starting to digest me so soon...and I can barely move.
Your stomach is filling with digestive juices, determined to make me nothing more than a thick, sloshing soup to be pumped through your body soon enough. As much as I can struggle in such a cramped space, I do. I squirm and wriggle inside you, breathing heavier, desperate to avoid my encroaching fate. But it only goes faster. And just as the juices are about to completely fill your stomach, I hear you moan again.
I won't be getting out of here. Not with a captor that seems to relish in my demise as much as you. Soon enough, I'll be nothing but some extra fat dispersed on your body. I was just another meal.
I feel your hand from outside caress my head as you giggle. Apparently a very satisfying meal...