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Mr. Resetti squirmed and thrashed inside of the villager’s stomach, trying his best to escape.  “LET ME OUT!” he continued to cry, fighting as best he could.

“Not a chance,” the villager replied, letting out a loud /buuuuuurp/.  “Man, you were tasty.  And I think digestion is going to set in soon enough. . .”

Mr. Resetti froze.  “D-Digestion?!” he screeched, gulping.  He didn’t want to be digested.  He had to get out of here!

He pounded his hands against the walls of the stomach, punching with all his might.  His hope was that would give the villager indigestion, and therefore he would be spit out.  But instead, the villager giggled, and said, “Ooo, you’re a feisty one, Mr. Resetti.  Thanks for the belly massage--I always love it when prey does that~!”

The mole leaned against the walls, panting, tired from all of his efforts.  Was there really no way out of this?

And that was when it happened.

The stomach let out a loud groan, and fluids began dripping from the walls, pooling at the bottom of the belly.  They stung Mr. Resetti’s skin, and he let out an, “Ouch!” as they poured down.  Soon, his feet was submerged in the liquid, and they made his skin feel tingly. . .

“NO!” the mole screamed.  He resumed his thrashing, trying desperately to fight his way out.  “I-I CAN’T DIGEST!  LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“Such a fighter,” the villager teased, laughing evilly.  “Looks like somebody doesn’t want to be turned into chyme. . . But that’s your fate now, Mr. Resetti.  Better get used to it.”

“NO!”  The mole desperately tried to think of something, anything that would get him out of here.  But he came up with nothing.

The villager’s gut growled, and more liquids poured down from the walls.  “No no no!” Mr. Resetti screamed, trying to get his body out of the pool as it increased in size.  But there was no room for him to move, and so the liquids reached his hips with no problem whatsoever.  The parts of him that were in the liquid were tingling like crazy--he was digesting alive, and he knew it.  It was a nightmare.

“How does it feel to be nothing but a meal?” the villager taunted their prey.  “Just a delicate little morsel, whose destiny is to digest and become nothing.”

“Why are you doing this?!” Mr. Resetti sobbed.

They laughed.  “Simple.  I didn’t like how you were trying to control me. Trying to stop me from resetting.  So I decided to eliminate you. After you’re gone, I can do whatever I want.”

The belly grumbled, and it released more acids, splashing them on the poor mole.  The pool grew further, and reached his chest.  Mr. Resetti tingled all over, and he was starting to feel woozy. . .

“You were such a delicious meal, too,” taunted the villager, giggling.  “Such a tasty little treat for me. . . It’s a shame I can only enjoy you one time.  But that’s how it is with food, isn’t it?”

Mr. Resetti didn’t have the strength to respond.  The gut groaned, and more fluids poured down, getting the pool up to the mole’s neck.  He took a deep breath, and then, he passed out.

Feeling Mr. Resetti go limp, the villager patted their belly.  “Aw, leaving so soon?  That’s a shame--but my stomach will digest you soon enough.”  They smiled and laughed.

“Mmm, you were such a tasty little meal.  And now, I can reset all I want.”