“Yesss...see? You’re destined for this fate. Aren’t you proud to feed me? To be my future shit?~”

I pleasantly groped my gut, chuckling softly as it rumbled and groaned, glad to let it melt you down.

The loud, bassy rumble of your gastrointestinal eruption shook my fleshy prison, sending tremulous vibrations rippling across your stomach walls. As the last, lingering traces of your foul fart fades away, the thick, acrid stench of your gut suddenly takes on a new meaning for me. Despite my fear of the inevitability of my upcoming fate, I can't help but get excited at the thought of my smooth, toned body being broken down, melted and pulverized and reduced to such a hot, bubbling mess of steaming, vile gas. Against my better judgement, I give in to my growing arousal, softly grinding my hips against your flabby stomach wall as pictures of your waste filled bowels flood my head

I blush a bit as I feel your sexual movements inside me, I begin to grow erect and reach an arm around to please myself.

“Damn babe, you’re kinkier than I thought, maybe I should let you go~”

"Let's be honest here dear, the only way that you're gonna be letting me go is outta that cute little ass of yours~"

The vulgarity of my own words shock me. I can't believe that I'm getting excited about my own disgusting demise, that I'm actually encouraging it! My mind cries out, pathetically begging for me to plead for mercy, to negotiate, to beg for my life in exchange for eternal servitude and submission. My sexual instincts are far stronger though, and override any sense of self preservation

"C'mon, neither of us can wait until I'm nothing more than a thick, lumpy log festering away in your bowels and a nice layer of jiggling pudge sagging from your soft belly. Why pretend that we don't want it, that we don't need it?"

“Mmmm...alright babe, if you’re absolutely certain you wanna be my shit...enjoy the next few days in there then..I plan to hibernate~”

I was bluffing honestly, not expecting you to want to go through with it...

I hesitated for a moment, pondering my fate as the feelings of swagger and hubris slowly wore away. Your hungry stomach rumbled and shivered around me, the slick, pulsating walls gurgling softly as they wrap me in their tight embrace. I can hear my own heart hammering wildly in my chest as I struggle to come up with an answer, and when I finally bring forth the fatal words, my mouth is dry and my voice is weak and trembling.

"Fine. Do it. Sleep me off for the next few days. Miss out on all of the teasing and taunting and struggles. Whether it's a week of playing with your food or a weekend of sleeping on it, I end up in the toilet either way. My fate is sealed, so it looks like you're in charge here."

I can't help but notice that I sound far more bitter and resentful than I meant to be, but there's no helping it now. I simply continue to hump and grind against your insides, awaiting you to decide my fate

I continue to jerk off slowly. Taking in every sound you make, including moans.

“L-love you babe..mngghhh...I’m gunna miss you when you’re a steaming pile!”