All your struggling comes to naught. She keeps sleeping peacefully, letting out the occasional groan or small belch. And as hard as you kick or shove, her stomach just grinds down harder. The next hour is like that...the hot, wet confines of your mother's stomach toss and churn you around, mixing you with various acids and enzymes. Eventually you weaken, and feel your skin stinging.
The churning slows to a steady stop. Then the motions take on a new forcefullness, shoving you down. You feel your butt being forced into a very tight opening below...time's up. You're getting pushed into her intestinal tract. It sucks you in, the pulsing muscles slurping you in rump-first. Things only get worse from there...until you're completely held in squirming tissue, gradually absorbed as nothing more than a very large meal.
When your mother wakes up, her belly has reduced to an almost normal size. She looks at it...then your tattered clothes...and gasps...
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