Steve tried everything to get the attention of the person who had swallowed him. He screamed as loudly as he could for help, pounding and kicking with all his might against the slippery walls of his prison. "HEEEELLLLPPPPP!!! Someone has to save me? I don't want to be digested!"

Debbie felt her stomach begin to burble, just as if she had eaten a regular snack. She placed her right hand on her stomach and caressed it. "Soon you'll be part of me."
Then she felt a slight pounding in her stomach and heard something quiet, was it a voice?
"I'm imagining things." She said to herself.

Meanwhile Steve had heard a voice, was that Debbie? He screamed even louder "DEBBIE!! HELP I'M IN YOUR STOMACH!"

There it was again, a voice, very quiet but... was that Steve? "Steve?" she listened

"God bless, YES! DEBBIE IT'S ME; I'M IN YOUR STOMACH; SAVE ME! PLEASE. I DON'T WANT TO BE DIGESTED!"

That quiet voice that Debbie heard was her husband. Her heart beat faster. He was alive! She hadn't killed him!
This was followed by the disillusionment that if she doesn't manage to get him out of her stomach quickly, she will digest him and kill him in this even more cruel way. At the same time, another feeling arose within her. It excited her and a shiver ran through her body. Damn it was more than hot to have her husband's life in her hands. She could just pretend she didn't hear him and enjoy it.
Wait, no, she shook her head and pushed that thought away. She had to save him and maybe afterwards she could live out similar fantasies with him.
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