The waitress, with strength that seems impossible considering her small frame, drags you kicking and screaming into the dining area of the restaurant. The diners around hardly notice though, and simply continue to enjoy their meals, which to your dismay don't seem to be putting up much of a fight.

You soon realise why they aren't struggling for their lives. As the waitress slams your body onto the reinforced table in front of where the brunette is sitting, you feel a sharp sting in your neck, and see out of the corner of your eye that the waitress has injected you with something.

Before you can ask her what the hell she thinks she's doing though, a horrible numbness begins to spread through your limbs. You try to kick out at the smiling bitch of a brunette who's going to make you her lunch, but to your horror you find that your leg won't move. You try to strike her with the other, but it too is seemingly paralysed, as are your arms.

Terror grips you as the waitress pulls off your orange jumpsuit and walks away. The brunette looks at your naked body and smiles breifly, before standing up as her lips begin to part. She opens her mouth wider then you thought humanly possible, and, with your legs and arms paralysed, you know as you look into it that you are staring into the abyss. You try to call out to her, to beg for mercy, but even your vocal cords no longer function.

She bends over, moving straight for your feet. You feel her wet, warm mouth envelop your naked toes - which is quite strange considering you can't move them. The brunette quickly pulls them to the back of her maw and swallows hard. You feel our feet pass into the tight confines of her throat. With another swallow, your ankles pass into it as well.

Pure fear bubbles through you as she gulps down your calves. You madly try to fight her, or even to just scream, but your body simply doesn't respond to your commands. She swallows again and again, taking in your knees, and as she does so, you feel your feet passing into what feels like a small cavern - her stomach.

She now gulps you down much faster, and you're powerless to stop it. Although you continue to try and get some response from your paralysed body, you know in your mind that your fate is pretty much sealed. Your legs pass into her stomach, which is quickly swelling to accomodate its meal. Now the bitch of a brunette stands up, and with gravity helping her, she quickly ingests your abdomen. Your body seems to work for her now, as you feel your knees bending in her stomach. She places her hands on your shoulders and shoves down hard, swallowing at the same moment. She repeats this move a few more times, and soon your head passes her lips. With one final swallow, it is pulled down into her throat, before being squeezed into her stomach with the rest of you.

Only one word describes the conditions in her stomach: horrible. It is tight, humid, pitch black and uncomfortably hot. But worst of all is the smell. The stench of her digestive juices claws at your nose and throat and stings your eyes. All you can hear is the pounding of her heart and the rush of air filling her lungs. Suddenly the entire stomach seems to contract, squeezing painfully against you as the brunette belches softly.

"How was your meal?" the waitress asks the brunette.

"Oh, he was delicious thanks," she replies. "Could I have the bill, please?"

"Certainly madam, if you'll just come up to the till and pay?"

Her stomach rocks and sloshes violently as she stands up. Already, the conditions are starting to get to you. The stench of vomit is making you nauseas, and you feel faint from the heat and lack of oxygen. You can feel your skin already starting to tingle from the contact with her digestive juices. You have no idea how long it'll take her to digest you; you just hope that it'll be over quickly.

"And here's your change," the waitress says to the brunette. "Thank you for dining with us, I hope you come again soon!"

"Oh I will," replies the brunette, a smile spreading across her face. She pats her bloated belly and giggles, before walking out of the restaurant.

About an hour later, all you can feel is the searing agony of digestion. You no longer care about the stench or the heat. Your entire body is screaming in pain as her digestive juices slowly eat their way through your skin. Her powerful stomach muscles grind and contract, crushing your body and sloshing the gunk all over you. So many of your bones have been broken by her powerful stomach, that the pain is unbearable, yet for some reason your body refuses to let you pass out. The effects of the drug that paralysed you wore off half an hour ago, but having your body back under control doesn't make that much difference. All you can really do is scream in agony, but your screams are muffled by the layers of fat and flesh between you and the outside world.

The brunette herself is sitting in a lesson at college. Every so often her gut gurgles nosily, but then, so do so many other bellies in the room. Eventually the lesson ends, and she chats with her friends for a while before heading for home.

In the middle of the night the brunette wakes up with a horrible pressure in her bowels. She instantly knows what it means, and rushes to the toilet. Your digested remains slide out of her backside and into the bowl fairly quickly, despite the sheer volume of crap that you've become. Once the last parts of you have passed her bowels, she wipes herself clean, before flushing your remains away. As she washes her hands, she notices in the mirror that her breasts are now slightly bigger.

"At least you went to the right place," she chuckles to herself, before heading back to bed.