And so the party continues, the girls pop champagne to celebrate their double victory and they all have a merry time dancing, singing and drinking. You try to make out as much as you can from Ashby’s stomach, but it’s impossible to think, let alone to try to here conversations or process anything. Her stomach is cramped, sweltering, suffocating, and smells even worse than you could have possibly expected. It’s the most miserable situation you’ve ever been in, bar none.

That is to say, until Ashby starts digesting you. It doesn’t start off as an itchy sensation like you had thought it would. It doesn’t start off slowly at all. As soon as her acids come in to contact with your skin, you feel a seething pain, unlike any other you had ever felt before. Then it only gets exponentially worse. The acids make contact with your sensitive areas: your mouth, your eyes, your genitals; and they begin to burn away everything. As your skin starts to erode, the acids seep inside of you and begin to digest your organs. You scream out in agony… and it is met only with laughs of delight from Ashby and friends. You feel like you’re being burned from the inside out while they try to one up each other with puns about your current predicament.

This goes on for hours. Mercifully your voicebox is burnt away eventually so that no one can hear you scream anymore, and slowly but surely, your body decays in to a spongy mess that Ashby can force through her intestines. Meanwhile, the girls go on eating drinking and being merry.

It’s well in to the early morning by the time that you are fully digested and ready to be eliminated. You no longer seem to have anything resembling a body, but somehow you retain your consciousness.

“Excuse me ladies!” Ashby announces loudly to the friends who are still there. “But I need to take a very big potty break!”