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“So, mayor,” Isabelle says, patting her stomach, “when do you want me to spit you back out?”

You think for a minute, and a certain thought comes to mind.  Grabbing it, you say, “I don’t want for you to spit me out.  I want you to digest me.”

“What?!”  Isabelle sounds alarmed.  “I-I couldn’t possibly do that, mayor.”

“Yes you can,” you urge her.  “I want to be your food forever.  Use your stomach to break me down.  And when I’m dead and gone, you’ll be mayor in my place.”

There is a long moment of silence.  Then, Isabelle says, “Very well, mayor.  Only because you want me to, I’ll do it.  And it is pretty exciting to have someone to digest. . .”

“Good,” You say, smiling.  “Reduce me to chyme.”

The stomach lets out a loud gurgle around you.  Then it squeezes in, squishing your body, and the walls start dripping with liquid.  Thus, your digestion begins.

The stomach acid pours rapidly from the walls, pooling at the bottom of the belly.  The juices reach up to your ankles now, and your feet feel . . . /tingly/ being submerged in those liquids.  So this is how digestion starts. . .?

More stomach fluids gush from the walls, pouring rapidly and splashing on your body.  It stings your skin, but that just makes you smile--you’re a masochist, and you won’t be intimidated by pain that easily.  It just turns you on. . .

You run your hand against your privates, masturbating as the liquid reaches your hips.  Yes, you’re going to be broken down in here . . . turned into nothing but nutrients for this lovely dog.  You’ll be broken down into absolutely nothing by this powerful stomach, and that’s exactly what you want. . .!

The gut growls hungrily and squeezes around your body for the second time, getting liquids all over you.  It hurts like hell, and you moan, squeezing your privates harder.  Just a little more, and then. . .!

As the stomach acids drip down yet again, you orgasm, spraying ejaculation all in the belly.  It splashes into the juices and is broken down to nothing, and the pool rises up to your chest.

Your whole lower body feels tingly now, and you smile.  It’s honestly a dream to be broken down by Isabelle like this.  You wish you could thank her, but your strength is fading, and you can barely speak. . .

The liquids reach your shoulders, and a woozy feeling overtakes you.  You pass out inside the stomach, and the digestive fluids get to work.

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“Looks like you’re out light a light, mayor!” Isabelle exclaims, feeling you pass out inside of her.  “Now it’s time for me to break you down.”

She leans back in her chair, and a small smile crosses her face.  “You were so delicious,” she says.  “I’m glad I can claim you as my meal. . . Mine and mine alone.  That’s what you are~!”

She lets out a /buuuuurp/, and her stomach starts breaks you down.  “You really were a satisfying meal, mayor.  Now, I wonder who else I can eat. . .?”