Stroking your hands over your distended gut, you chuckle at her desperate pleas. “Sorry, baby,” you tell her. “You were a good fuck. And now you’re a good meal.”

She continues to beg you to release her, sobbing. The sounds actually give you a sadistic form of pleasure, and you continue to stroke your belly as you listen, letting out the occasional burp. Your stomach starts to release more gurgles and the goth’s sobbing turns back into screaming, although this time, it’s not from pleasure or terror, but pain.

“It’s burning! Oh fuck, it burns so bad!” you hear from your gut and it makes you chuckle more, feeling her body start to thrash around more as your stomach starts to digest her.

The screaming and thrashing lasts for a while longer, then starts to fade. You still feel her moving inside you even after she stops making noise, but after another ten minutes or so, there isn’t so much as a subtle twitch coming from your stomach. The only sounds now are the gurgling of digestion. Your belly has began to shrink, as well, as the goth’s corpse is broken down into a mushy soup.

Roughly an hour after you finished swallowing her, your stomach is back to normal, all signs of your large and sexy meal gone. The only thing that could be considered remains is currently waiting to be expelled from your bowels.