After a few moments you come back to your senses and shake yourself free of those ridiculous thoughts. You're in a stomach, not a spa!
"Let me out!" you scream, throwing a punch at the glistening stomach wall. Your fleshy prison stretches out to accommodate your strike with all the properties of elastic, refusing to break. You push out, hard, but the stomach shows no signs of strain after minutes of fighting. The only result of your struggles has been to thoroughly coat yourself with her stomach juices. The chamber shakes slightly as she changes position outside and you realize that she is now sitting down. You protest her relaxation with another kick, and the stomach gurgles irritably in response.
The elf's voice comes from all around you, seductive and mocking as your efforts prove futile. "Keep trying, I'm sure you're almost free!" She slaps her stomach right where your butt was pressing against it and laughs as you reach back and push it away.
"I 'will' get out of here!" you scream, and her laugh jiggles the belly around you. "And then I'll make sure you never eat anyone else, you pointy-eared bitch!"
"My, you're a tough one, aren't you?" she giggles. "The strong ones are always the tastiest. Keep going, honey, and you mist 'just' give me indigestion."
The stomach contracts around you, squeezing tight as digestion begins in earnest. Acids splash against your face as you give another futile attempt to fight back. The walls around you rumble, eager to break you down into a nutritious mush and flush you down through her intestines. You can feel the elf pat her stomach as the sounds intensify, signaling to both of you that the stomach is going to work. She doesn't say anything this time, instead only letting out a satisfied belch and a moan as your flavor graces her mouth one last time.
The heat is unbearable. Her belly is hugging you from all sides, massaging the acids into your blue flesh to soften you up for the journey ahead. This is it. You fought, you failed, and now... you're food. The acids have risen to your neck. Everything is numb, but you have enough feeling left to feel your body breaking apart in this blood elf's digestive soup. With a final defeated sigh your eyes close and the stomach squeezes again, pushing you under the pool of acids completely with a triumphant gurgle.
Outside the elf, drowsy from your extended struggles, smirks as she feels you go completely still. She rests her hands on her massive, bloated belly and drifts off to sleep. Overnight her belly processes your beautiful body like any other meal and by morning the only trace of you is an extra bit of pudge on her butt.
She wakes up around mid-morning, and it isn't until she's done expelling your remains that she realizes you're struggling hadn't been entirely in vain. "Damn that blue goat," she curses. "She tired me out before I could take notes about her!"
At the sound of her voice the bushes nearby rustle, and another Draenei steps from them. "Is someone there? I heard..." The new woman's voice trails off as she notices the naked elf in front of her. "I'm sorry," she murmured, blushing as she averts her gaze. "I thought I heard someone in need of help."
The blood elf's grimace slowly turns into a smile as she steps forward. "Actually," she says, taking on the same sultry tone she used with you, "There is something you could help me with..."
