Well... digestion probably

It burns. My skin began to tingle in response to the heat. I looked at my hands, it was dark, but I could tell that they were reddening.

"Oh, fuck!" I whispered as I had a moment of clarity. I was about to be digested.

"No, no, no," I moaned, desperately denying the situation as if that would solve anything. I stood, and began to wade through the fluids; they were up to my waist. The digestive liquids were too thick for me to make any meaningful progress. I looked down at my body where it touched the liquid; my skin there was also beginning to turn red. The pain increased, but so did a strange sense of bliss. Logically, I should be scared witless, but something, maybe it was the air, compelled me to calm.

My mind urged me to beg once again, but my mouth refused to listen. I knew that this was how it ended, and struggling wasn't going to help.

"It burns... but I don't hate it," my slurred speech surprised me. I wondered what had happened to my body, and why I was able to think like this. The heat from my skin was undoubtedly a bad sign, but the plant woman's stomach was so warm... and comfortable.

It was like I had spent hours upon hours in a searing hot spring; I felt my muscles begin to loosen, my skin slowly melting. I had never felt such a strange combination of intense pleasure and excruciating pain. It was wonderful. I felt my body being drawn deeper and deeper into the fluids; almost my entire body was submerged. My mind began to float as my body sank. The pain of the fluids lessened even more, and my skin began to reveal a greenish-maroon hue.

"It's like the heat of the sun," I murmured, "but without burning."

The plant woman's stomach finally engulfed me. My body was surrounded by a warmth that was beyond comfort. It was as if I were being held in the embrace of an enormous lover. My eyes closed, and I felt myself being slow taken apart by acids and enzymes, but I didn't care. I was no longer worried about being digested; I was enjoying this.

I felt tired, and knew that if I wanted to, I could probably get up and look for a way to free myself out of desperation, but why would I do that?

My consciousness faded until it was replaced by a sensation so pleasurable that it was hard to describe. I was inside a swirling ocean of pure sensation; I could feel my limbs moving in the water, and my skin twitching in response to the currents. I felt my mind slipping away into the depths, until-