"Well, actually, your stomach is quite comfortable and warm, Ms. Brown." is what you try to say but all that comes out are some bubbly noises. Lillian giggles and rubs her belly with two fingers. "That's the most you've said all day."
You decide to try another phrase. "Did you expect me to sing to you while you digest me?" You try to ask but the only sound that occurs is Lillian's stomach gurgling loudly and squishing you all around. "Urp! Ooh my! Well, if you're going to make me this gassy I'm just going to sleep you off." you hear her say as she turns off the lights and TV and lays back to sleep.

Now you become slightly frantic and attempt to move but you quickly realize that you have become completely numb and cannot move any part of yourself. You're not even really aware of anything except being inside Lillian's stomach.
Well.... you're not even sure you're still there anymore; the sounds of her guts processing you are pretty loud and seem to have changed. The sound of her lungs sucking in and blowing out air is getting farther and farther away....
All sense of time is lost to you in the pitch dark of Ms. Brown's innards as she passes you through her intestines, absorbing what she can of you and storing it as fat, using it as energy, and turning it into blood, milk, and cum.
For whatever reason, whatever is left of you consciousness is forced along her alimentary canal with your remains as she finished digesting you. Lillian wakes up the next morning with an urgent pressure in her bowels, namely, you.

Swinging her sore legs over the edge of the bed, she slides out and makes her way to her toilet. Nestling her butt-cheeks on the soft, frilly pink toilet seat cover she relaxes her abdomen and pisses away what impurities your body left in her bladder. When she's done with that, her pucker bulges, then stretches as she contracts her bowels, forcing you out her anus as a smooth turd.

She has to stop and relax her bowels three times before she finally finishes voiding your remains from her rectum. Once done, she wipes and stands, pulling her panties back up and on as she admires her handiwork.

"Whew! Well, I think I'll go spend that $350 on something a little more permanent then." With that, she flushes your remains down into the sewers.