You wonder if there is anything you can do to make this more fun for Patty, and remember what she said about prey wriggling in a vore's stomach. You start sliding around in her hot depths, covering every inch of your body in the slick fluids oozing from the walls surrounding you. You find it all incredibly erotic, and put your fingers to work.

Patty seems to enjoy it, too, if the moans surrounding you are anything to go by. Her stomach also seems happy. The walls pump out more enzymes, and begin to caress your entire body. This sends you over the edge. The thrashing you go into while cumming triggers an even bigger response from your fleshy prison. The hot, wet, grinding keeps the orgasms coming until you just lie there, twitching, in a state of bliss as digestive juices are massaged into every pore of your body.

You feel a slight tingling, which grows hotter as time goes by. It's not very painful, but is is overwhelming. You realize you're actually being digested! You honestly expected it to be excruciatingly painful, and were willing to dive in anyway. Now, you smile as you find that it's really, really pleasurable. You're too worn out to start wriggling again, but the stomach has decided it's full and is busy grinding away at you.

You keep your head out of the growing pool of acids that is filling your chamber. You want to experience as much of this as possible. The tingling and heat increase to a crescendo, then start to simmer down. You realize that you're losing feeling in your legs, especially your feet, the lowest part of your body and the parts submerged in stomach acid the longest. You reach down to feel your feet, and are shocked to find bone from your shins down. It doesn't even hurt! The bones of your feet, barely held together by the remains of tendons, scatter as your hands grasp them.

Since you're a vore, you can't bleed to death. Your healing abilities, while weak compared to someone like Patty, are enough to keep you alive even as large chunks of you are ground into slurry. Even your bones, once losing contact with the rest of your body, are broken down.

You decide to take what pleasure you can from your pussy while you still have one. While the orgasms are mild compared to some you've had today, they're still quite welcome. Ironically, your orgasms speed up your digestion, as they suck acid straight into your womb. You don't mind at all, as that feels exquisite. The juices flowing from your pussy walls help protect it from the juices flowing from the stomach walls, and so your fingers give way before your cunt is completely dissolved.

Unable to play with yourself, you go limp and wait for Patty's stomach to finish converting you into a mushy soup. Your head dips below the surface of the pool of digestive fluid. You swallow as much of it as you can, and when you can't take anymore, you breathe it in, filling your lungs. You keep expecting to black out, but oblivion never seems to come, for which you're grateful. Feeling your internal organs liquefy isn't something you ever thought you'd enjoy, but you do.

Soon, your entire body is nothing more than a watery mass. Even your bones have been dissolved. Somehow, you're still conscious. The five traditional senses are lost to you, permanently, but you are still aware of your surroundings. You feel the warmth and churning as the last solid bits of you are broken down into easily absorbed nutrients. Once that's done, you feel a change as you begin to be pumped deeper into Patty's innards.

As you gurgle into the small intestine, you feel the walls around you greedily pulling nutrients out of the soup that was recently your beautiful body. That gives you a sense of bliss, far purer than anything you ever felt in your more solid form. You feel parts of you flowing in Patty's bloodstream. You experience unimaginable joy as she uses your body to fuel her own. Your fondest wishes are realized as you feel yourself become part of the one you love. As her cells absorb you, you feel her body as she fondles herself, moaning from the most satisfying thing a vore can feel: digesting another vore. Knowing you gave her that feeling gives your life meaning, at least to the two of you.

You hope that the feeling of being part of her will go on forever, and for a while it seems like it will. You have no way of keeping track of time, but hours go by as Patty drains all the nutrients from you and makes them part of her. However, as her small intestine pulls less and less from you, awareness of her body fades. All too soon, your entire world is the dark, burbling tunnels of her digestive tract. You're dimly aware that there is much less of you than before. Of course, being digested is one hell of a way to lose weight.

You gurgle your way into her large intestine. It is roomier than what you just came out of, but much shorter. It absorbs moisture from you, but you don't feel much of Patty as it does. You go from being a watery broth to a soft lump. Quicker than you'd like, you feel yourself packed into her colon. There's no denying what your are now: a piece of shit. At least you can't smell yourself. All you can do is wait in the hot, cramped confines of her ass until she shits you out. You don't mind waiting; being inside Patty, even as a pile of crap, is heaven as far as you're concerned.

You have little awareness of your surroundings, but you can sense violent movement and rhythmic spasms. You realize Patty is masturbating. If you could smile, you would. After a particularly intense chain of quakes, things settle down. You have no ears, but you can sense that her breathing and heart rate have slowed. She has fallen asleep.

You no longer have the need or ability to sleep, so you just wait for morning and enjoy being inside her while you can. You bask in her warmth, and in the feeling of accomplishment that you've given so much pleasure to a creature as lovely, inside and out, as Patty. Whether you are bound to her clit ring tomorrow, or find yourself on the other side, or even if you cease to exist altogether, you regret absolutely nothing.

Patty's bodily rhythms have a kind of hypnotic effect on you, and time passes far too quickly. You feel a change as she starts to wake up. Her heartbeat and breathing increase, and her colon starts to squeeze down on you, packing you even denser. You don't mind; on the contrary, you find it rapturous.

*****

Patty doesn't find it as joyful, though. Waking up, she feels like she is about to burst. She runs to the bathroom, opening the door before she remembers the events of yesterday. She had locked herself in her office, leaving the small clinic in the hands of a pair of student nurses. Hopefully they didn't slurp down any patients, not that anybody else would care.

She takes pride in her work, and only eats those who are willing or deserve it. Of course, her definition of what constitutes deserving digestion might strike an unbiased observer as a bit... extreme. That still makes her a saint by vore standards.

She runs back to the counter, grabbing the grimmoire and opening it to the right page. Trying to ignore the feeling in her ass, she reads and rereads the lines she must get perfect if Gia is to be bound to her. She memorized it last night, but feels the need to go over it again and again. When the pressure is too much to bear, she finally heads to the toilet. Squatting down with the Book on her knees, she gets ready to chant.

*****

You felt rapid movement, then stillness, except for the ever increasing tightness all around you. You have some dim awareness of just how small you've become. All the pressure has compressed you into a dense log, waiting to be shit out. Soon, more movement, and you feel yourself start to shift. Then, a massive squeeze, and you are expelled from Patty's ass. If you could, you'd scream in ecstasy.

You are barely aware of a short drop, and you find yourself floating somewhere cold. The toilet, you realize. You have been consumed, digested, and shit out! You are happy at everything that's happened, but now you feel your consciousness start to fade....