Not content with melting away, you ascend the meat. All around you her stomach has begun to react to the presence of food. Acid is flooding the chamber and before long you'll be submerged and subsequently melted into a bunch of nutrients. Terror overcomes you as you try and imagine become nothing more than breast flesh.
More and more of the meal comes flying down her esophagus. Steak, mashed potatoes, salmon, and corn are just a few of the many things she is feasting on. Her body shape really isn't that surprising if this is her average dinner, you surmise. Slowly but surely you ascend the ever growing pile as the acid swells beneath you. Higher and higher you climb and before long you find yourself only a few centimeters away from freedom.
You ready yourself and jump, but unfortunately, you slip on a half-chewed piece of corn. Instead of climbing to safety to fall face-first into a pool of burning acid. Pain overwhelms as immediately begin to digest. Arms flailing wildly, you desperate try to find a way back, but can't. Darkness overtakes you as you pass out. Not long after that your body is utterly liquidated, mixed in with the rest of her meal. You exist as nothing more than a bunch of nutrients.
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Alice awakens the next morning with a powerful belch. Rising from her queen-sized bed, the buxom woman glaces down at her bosom. As expected, her shirt has ripped right down the center, turning a standard t-shirt into a cleavage-filled affair. This isn't anything new to the brunette. Ever since she started eating at that restaurant, things have gone the same way. She enjoys a massive meal and, invariably, her breasts fatten up enough to tear a hole in her skin-tight shirt.
Sliding out of bed, Alice proceeds to remove the torn piece of clothing. In the nude, she examines her breasts.
"Yep," she concludes, "Definitely bigger."
Her hand glides down to her belly as she reminisces on her last meal. She can't even remember the man, really. Did she even get his name? No matter, really. He's gone. Just like all the others. Well, not gone, really. Just in a different from. Her hands glide back up to her breasts and start to softly massage them.
"Welcome to the club, buddy," she says to no one in particular. "Enjoy your stay!"
And that's where you remain: on Alice's tits as nothing but breast flesh.
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