As you step out, you find your fears were well founded. The blond is there, and in a very bad mood. "You attacked me when you shouldn't, could have finished me, and you just ruined my new swimsuit! Now you little guttersnipe, you are going to pay!" And she launches herself at you.
Dodging, or just opening your mouth to let her jump in, both seem like possible good strategies. Unfortunately, pausing to consider which is better is definitely not a good strategy. Before you can make up your mind, she has grabbed you and it is her mouth that opens wide, and then closes on you.

She starts with the top of your head, which means your face is pushed into her magnificent breasts. This gives you the idea of licking them as an inducement not to eat you, or at least slow down enough so you can defend yourself. But you are still thinking too slowly and before you can act, most of your head is in her mouth.
Well, maybe you can use your hands on her the same way... Ops, too slow again. She has your arms in a solid grip and you can't even get them free, much less use them as weapons. This is not going to be your day.

After her tongue slicks over your face, the blond forces you down to where you have a straight line to her belly, and starts to swallow, despite your desperate efforts to get loose, or at least out of position. You don't seem to even slow her down and your shoulders are soon being kissed by her lips.

Then they are kissing your pert mounds, and you realize you are becoming aroused. You fight this, but your devourer is determined and her tongue licks
your quivering nipples until they are quite rigid. This is very pleasant, and humiliating. You are being treated as her toy, and you hate every second of it. And love it too. You want her to stop, and hope she won't.

So it is with mixed feeling that you greet her stopping to resume swallowing. But that becomes unmixed as your head reaches her stomach. It is still full of the previous occupant, who has been reduced to a thick soup. You will drown in here!
The only solution you can think of is to drink her. It sounds weird, and no fun, but you can't think of any other ideas. She doesn't taste that good, but you can't let that stop you. You have got to get her out of the way.

As you gulp your "soup", the blond's mouth has reached your most sensitive spot, and her tongue resumes its attack. As she laps away, you find your feelings about her abuse of your chest was nothing compared to your current outrage and lust. She must/must not stop immediately! She ... But then the wave of climax hits you and you are screaming in passion.

With that, the blond starts on your legs, which slip inside rapidly. Soon, you are a mass of meat, covered with the soupy remains of the last girl, and firmly in her belly. Your efforts to get out get nowhere and you can feel her walking, presumably back to the pool. Not that it matters. You are helpless and can only wait for the end. Soon, it is impossible to stay awake...

You are surprised to wake at all, much less to find yourself in some sort of hospital ward. You realize the nurse is present. "Congratuations and condolences. You have been digested and successfully reformed. How are you feeling?"