Although your mind begins to clear, it just isn't fast enough, for as you start shaking your head to clear out the fog, you suddenly feel a little tug beneath you. "Huh..?" You ask confused, looking down in the water. A shape seems to get closer to the surface, and suddenly, plunges out, all around you. With her mouth open impossibly wide, she swallows you down to her stomach in one quick motion, leaping from the water and coming back down with a splash. The cute redhead lays lazily in the water, patting the rather large buldge you make in her fish half. Giggling, Eeilin comes over and rubs the buldge you make in Geala. "So, what does the chatty thing called a human taste like?" She asks, looking curiously at her friends expression. The red head pats her tummy and licks her lips, "Delicious. It's even better than calamari. Oh, and it wiggles once it's in your tummy too." They both watch in delight as you wriggle in her tummy, causing noticeable buldges and movement in her fish like torso. For you, it isn't so fun, as it smells like rotten fish all around you, and this stingy liquid is pouring in all around you, causing your clothes to dissolve away in her belly.

With her hand rubbing Geala's tummy, Eeilin feels every kick and squirm you make. "Wow. Poor little guy, it must really be unpleasant in their for him." She says with anusement. Geala speaks up, giving you a rough pat, "Don't worry, I'll digest him pretty quickly, his skin doesn't seem to have anything remarkable about it." Indeed, she does digest you pretty quickly, and give out a loud cry as her stomach compacts all around you, acids seeping into your flesh and digesting you. Soon you are a lifeless lump pushing through her intestines. "So, how was he. Did he digest without any complications?" Eeilin asks. Geala nods, and lifting her tail up, she gives a strained grunt. "Ung.. see for yourself!" Suddenly,a couple small, compact, round turds are squeezed from her ass, sinking down to the sea floor. They seem to be a healthy brown in color. "Ahh.. yea, he was great. We have to get more of these things." She says, and the two of them swim off, the red head leaving a small trail of yellow in the water as she pisses out your excess liquids. Congradulations, you are now one of a numerous amount of round, brown turds dotting the sea floor. Aren't you proud of yourself?

Your species soon becomes actively hunted by the Durwuu, and the begin to lay out elaborate traps all over the world, using their equivelant to a fishing rod to bring humans from the land to the water. Soon the ocean takes on a murky greenish brown color from the number of humans that became dung, and the Durwuu raise what little is left of humanity in small bubbles in their underwater cities. No human remains left above the surface of the water, as the elaborate traps bring them to the verge of extiction, only the ones farmed in air bubbles by the Durwuu surviving. The human race has become reduced to being food for the Durwuu, and you are remembered in what little lore humans keep as the one who brought them a taste of human flesh. At least you won't be lonely, as you have lots of putrid, round turds that had once been your fellow humanity all around you, stinking up the waters.