Blinking didn't stop the man's stomach acids from stinging her eyes.
It had only been an hour ago when she had refused the drunken fraternity boy's offer of a drink, explaining that she was still working. But it turned out that the boy wouldn't take no for an answer.
Now she was squeezed into the boy's gut, having been surprised when she took a break at the kitchen door of the restaurant. The frat boy had startled her as she sat by the waste bin checking for updates on her phone and when he asked about eating something she had misunderstood his intentions.
It was an easy mistake to make and being a server in a restaurant Paige had assumed he wanted to take her out for a meal, something she was hardly be likely to do given she still had a shift to finish and besides, she could hardly go out in her waitress uniform.
But Paige was always making this mistake and it really shouldn't have been a surprise when the cute frat boy turned out to be a hungry predator. He grabbed her, clothes and all, and ate her in only a few gulps.
Paige was chugged down like a cheap beer.
As she contemplated her immediate future Paige knew that it wouldn't be long before the stinging turned to excruciating agony as she sank deeper into his guts.
The only relief came when he chugged down another beer, giving her a brief respite from the pain of her digestion as the frat boy's beer washed over her.
That was one of the worse aspects of Paige's current situation as not only was she unlikely to be paid for only completing half her shift at the restaurant, but the frat boy was in a bar, chatting up girls and boasting about what a great hunter he was. Her futile cries for help only encouraging his boasting.
So although her throat was hoarse from her screams of agony she just couldn't keep silent as her skirt finally disintegrated and let the thick acids of the boy's stomach flow more freely against her burning loins. This was the part of digestion she hated the most but it was her bad luck that she never blacked out.
Paige felt her burning prison shift and suddenly her world started to rock in time to music as the frat boy hit the dance floor. The movement churned up the boy's digestive juices and as the acid burned rags of her uniform finally fell apart the girl found her skin exposed to the burning acids.
Her screams went unheard under the loud dance music and she tried to claw at the insides of his stomach. This was waste of energy given that the digestion of her limbs had already reached the point where her fingers were little more than stubs of bone at the ends of her acid burned arms.
But the fraternity boy who had swallowed her was having a great time and the sight of his full belly reassured the girls he danced with that they were in no danger. In fact Paige's struggles, clearly visible beneath his stretched skin, where particularly attractive to some girls who slow danced with the boy just so they could press against his full belly.
Inside the burning cauldron of digestion Paige didn't appreciate the fact that the party girls were pressing their still perfect breasts against her own acid ravaged breasts, but at least their actions were speeding up the process that would eventually end her pain.
After some hours of drinking and dancing, the frat boy got lucky, invited back to the drunk girl's apartment.
Despite all the pain she had endured Paige was still fully aware of her circumstances. The frat boy's romantic conquest was still playing with the still undigested lump of pain which had become Paige's existence.
Laying back on the bed the girl mounted the fraternity boy, riding him hard as she squashed Paige and accidentally brought the waitresses digestion to an end as her lungs filled with acid which consumed her from within.
In the hours that followed Paige was reduced to a stinky residue that during the night the frat boy disposed of in the careless way that boys do when they are drunk. Not that he cared as once Paige was no longer filling his stomach, he took the opportunity to swallow the good-time-girl who had the misfortune to be awoken by his stomach acids.
The next morning, before the frat boy headed back to the fraternity house, he remembered the meal he'd picked up on the way to the bar and with an effort of will triggered the reformation of Paige.
That was how Paige woke up in a stranger's apartment.
Like always she felt invigorated by the process of reformation, a uphoric sensation that left longer lasting memories than those of her painful digestion.
But as Paige became aware of her surrounding she could hear the sound of the frat boy getting dressed in the next room.
She needs to decide whether to confront the boy who ate her without permission, or maybe just let it go and go about her day?
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