Before you can react, or even fully appreciate that Lindsey has undressed you without you being fully conscious of the matter, your face is flowing down her ribbed throat, the rest of your body following closely behind. You tuck your arms and legs together to make it easier for her as you gain full appreciation for the fact that you're being eaten. Though it's not a sure thing, you think you can feel her smile through the stretching around her mouth, and it's a solace for you as you slowly, suffocatingly descend into her stomach, a willing meal. Within minutes you are fully immersed in digestive fluid in Lindsey's stomach, turning painfully about in the tepid fluid, breathing painfully.

"I thought you said you'd eat something to make it less painful!" you should, hopefully enough that she can hear you and use this drug she told you about.

"Oh, that? Sorry Troy, I just tell guys that so they'll let me eat them." She giggles afterward, and your own gullibility surprises you. "Now lie still so I can enjoy this!" Her stern tone quiets you down, and though you're not sure what could possibly be worse, you're in no hurry to find out. Still, you had a longer run than most guys, and a cuter girl to swallow you. Somewhere along the line you may even have made a younger Troy or two, but those are all pipe dreams for a meal. "Yes Lindsey, I'll be quiet. You go enjoy yourself." you say, clearly but softly. She approves and rubs her belly, "Good boy, I knew you'd make a nice meal..." Unfortunately all the rubbing accomplishes is a searing pain in your disintegrating back.

As the soup that was once your body becomes more and more soft and digested, pushed slowly through Lindsey's small intestines, you become gradually aware of your consciousness, drifting along with the soup, but also gradually more separated from it. You find yourself slowly drawn up through Lindsey's body to her stomach again, suddenly trapped and squeezed in a space too small for you. As you try to scream, try to bed, and try to keep your consciousness, Lindsey's stomach starts to pull you apart. If you had nerves, you'd feel pain, but instead all you feel is abject terror as her stomach pulls you in a hundred directions, tearing you piece by piece and destroying you, absorbing what's left over.

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Feeling the last of Troy come into her body, Lindsey sighed triumphantly, leaning back in her seat and rubbing her once-again slender stomach. Closing her eyes, she took a short nap.

After waking up to a strong urge, she hopped upstairs to the bathroom there, adorned with a cute little sign that reads "respect your man, flush twice!" Sitting on her throne, she took a smiling photo of herself with her pants down, ready to expel another victim, and picked up the phone to tell a friend all about it. After all, she could do the coil turd with her eyes closed, so to speak. After a brief dial tone, Emily picked up.

"Hello, Lindsey? What's up?" Lindsey giggled into the phone, "Oh. My. God. Emily you are not going to believe who I'm pooping out right now."

"Well... who's the lucky guy?" Her tone was inquisitive, girly, barely contained now that she was gossiping with a friend. Lindsey responded quickly: "Okay okay, so remember Troy? We both dated him at one point, but..." Emily audibly dropped her jaw: "You did not! He looked so delicious!" "I know! He was! So, so delicious, and such a gentleman! So caring and obedient..." A loud fart erupted and the long turd that used to be Troy started making a serpentine coil about the bowl. Lindsey smiled: "All men should know that big or small..." "They're just turds in a toilet bowl." Emily finished, and they both laughed.

Standing up, Lindsey picked up her camera and took a picture of the turd in the bowl; it was a perfect coil in that coppery color she predicted. She was getting good at this. "He's so cute Emily, you won't believe. I'll show you the pictures later. You want to say good-bye?" Holding the phone to the toilet bowl, a smiling Lindsey heard "Bye bye Troy, enjoy your new home in the sewer!" before she flushed the toilet, watching the turd swirl down into the drain as they both giggled.

"Lindsey, do you think you can help me plan my next digestion?"