You grab onto the end handle, but quickly lose your grip as you're sucked into the orc's mouth, you let out a shrill scream ''NOoooooo!!!'' As you descend into the unknown. Even if you know perfectly what awaits you in the orc's bowels. As you settle into the belly, it wobbles around hectically as the orc flees from the fight.
After a few more moments of this, she settles in behind a tree, rubbing her large extended gut. Your plate armor is already singing and falling off from the fierce acids, and more are being pumped into, she's trying to make a quick meal out of you and hopefully be in time for the end of the battle.
You squirm, kick, and punch for the next thirty minutes as your armor is being digested, but as it begins to fall off, the real pain begins as the acids wash over your exposed skin. You fight on for another four minutes, but after that you know it's over. A few tears trail down your cheeks before you plunge into the gastric soup, bobbing up and down gently with the churning of the stomach.
After about fifteen more minutes, what's left of you is absorbed into the intestines, which makes fairly quick work of you in absorbing your nutrients into her own body, and adding fat to her breasts and rear primarily. While it only takes another twenty minutes to fully absorb all of you, the gain is substantial. Your breasts and butt were particularly nutritious, and added another cup size for the orc.
At the end of the day, though the orc did not get to return to the fight in time, she looked much better, and had a very satisfying meal. She lifts herself from the tree and squats down, releasing what's left of you into the world. Now you leave a legacy behind, as nothing but feces.
