Emily’s stomach works like a machine. The acids eat through your clothing, skin and bone quickly, leaving your muscle, organs and flesh to be broken down and digested. Her stomach and intestines force your spongy remains through her tract systematically, while she sits around and enjoys your defeat. She lets out farts periodically as you digest and takes pride in the scent of the gas that used to be you.

Hours later, she returns to the kitchen. Even though she’s alone now, she reads aloud, as though she is performing for your disembodied spirit.

“Once Troy is digested throughout, return to the extra large bowl. “ She raises the massive bowl and sets it down on the floor. “Deposit the remains in the bowl. They should be smooth and chocolaty brown.” She reads. “Well, babe, it’s time to see how you turned out.” She lowers her pants, showing off that excellent ass that your tissue has now become a part of, and squats.

There are no more farts. There is no grunting. The movement is almost effortless as she releases your remains in what is really an impressive showing. You are expelled from her anus in a smooth, thick log shaped flow, quickly and seamlessly. As she finishes the movement, she stands up and looks at the now full mixing bowl, filled to the brim with your brown remains. Now comes the big laugh from her as she sees what you’ve become.

“AH-HA-HA-HA!” She points at you as she laughs. She picks up the recipe notebook again. “Mix all ingredients well and serve proudly,” she reads “you’ve just made Emily’s World Famous Chocolate Pudding!”

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The next afternoon Emily holds a party in her garden for all of her friends and, more pointedly, all of your family and friends. In the center of the garden, the big bowl of Emily’s World Famous Chocolate Pudding is set out. Emily poses for photos. Pointing at your remains and laughing. Squatting over the bowl with a bashful and covering her mouth. Serving you proudly with her chef’s apron on. Taking a big spoonful of pudding and licking you off her lips. Everyone laughs along with her at your demise and humiliation, some out of fear of being next, but most with general amusement.

Not a soul dares to decline her invitation. Not a soul dares not to try the pudding. Everyone finishes their bowl and tells her how wonderful it was. She smiles and thanks them, sending them on their way and leaving her to lick the big serving bowl clean of your remains.