Annie moans a bit and rubs her belly with you trapped inside.
“Mmmm” she moans before letting out a mischievous giggle. You begin to sense that something has just gone horribly wrong for you. Annie sits up a little bit more and opens up her backpack, taking out your clothes.
“Let’s see what we have here…” she says, taking your wallet out of your pants pockets. Forty three dollars in cash, not bad. She explores the other pockets. She pulls out two credit cards and an ID that she can probably sell. She looks through your pants pockets again. No car keys? Oh well. Still not a bad haul. Plus, she can pawn your clothes, wallet and watch for some more cash.
You, of course, are completely oblivious to whatever she’s doing on the outside, but you’re beginning to get the sense that things don’t look good for you. Between her laughter and the seeming frailty of this plastic bag, you begin to realize that you’ve been tricked. When the stomach acids start pouring in that confirms it. The plastic bag quickly fills with the vile smelling fluids. Trapped in the quickly filling bag, you have nothing to do but writhe in agony as the acids begin to work on your skin. It’s no use, her stomach is going to make short use of you. You try to hold back your screams, but can’t, as the acids eat in to your flesh. You call out to her for mercy, but opening your mouth just allows the acids to slip down your throat and start to eat at you from the inside. Everything is searing with pain as you succumb.
“Like a condom for vore.” She laughs. “Boys are so dumb.” She uses the dumpster to help herself stand up and begins to waddle down the alleyway with your rapidly digesting remains filling her belly.
She’ll go to the pawn shop first, then she’ll find somewhere to go and max out your credit cards.