You are mercilessly squeezed through Nicole's tight throat, being forcefully pushed where all of her meals go.. After all, you are her breakfast. You feel as though this must be what toothpaste feels like being squeezed out of the tube.
The pressure is intense, her body temperature is hot enough to start melting you. You feel her lungs expanding as she breathes. Most chillingly, you begin to hear her heartbeat, growing in volume as you pass it.
Every now and then, you hear another muffled "MMMMmmmm" as you approach her stomach, you hear,
"Honestly, this was the tastiest breakfast I've ever had. I could eat this every day!" Muffled from her flesh, you mentally cry as your captor describes how much she enjoyed devouring you. You hate how delicious you are. You feel that it is unfair that the people who choose to make you their snack get rewarded with your flavor. You've never tasted yourself, but many people refer to you as their "favorite treat" and you shudder every time.
At last, you're squeezed through the opening in her stomach. You fall with a SPLASH into a pool of your own body. The heat is intense and you immediately feel the more digested parts of you bubbling up. Its an odd feeling, and one you never get used to. The smell is of stale vomit and maple syrup, the only hint of your existence. As you lay in the pool of half digested you-- you listen to her beating heart and faint moans. Occasionally, you hear her her laugh. All the while, the rest of your pancake form begins to drop in as she continues enjoying her special breakfast.
You hear her pat her belly as the last of you drops into her stomach. A loud burp is heard even from your position. By now, your consciousness has gained the shape of the pancake soup you've become. You feel like any liquid, as you sloshed around her gut with her every move, pat, laugh and burp. Soon enough, you find yourself violently sloshing around as Nicole gets up to go to class.
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