...and down much further

It was suddenly dark, and I couldn't see anything inside the plant woman's mouth. I tried to kick my legs, but I couldn't move them; they were already trapped in the strong muscles of the giantess's throat. Her tongue slid against my inner thighs, and I felt my lips parting.

I had a moment to enjoy the feeling of my body being slathered by her warm, wet saliva. I felt her tongue pressing against my sensitive clit, getting one last taste of my pussy. I wailed into her, partly from pleasure, partly from the **** hope she would let me go. She wouldn't actually swallow her, right? Not after all that build-up... Unless... Unless this is what she was building up to!

Her tongue left my clit and went to my ass again. This time, I screamed. Fear, pain, and pleasure all coalesced to form an exquisite sensation, but she didn't stay there long. The plant woman's own suspense was clearly getting to her; I could feel the anticipatory trembles coursing through her body. I began to feel more of my body slide into her as her throat loosened its grip, letting me slip further inside of her. The tongue around my hips finally retreated as my ass slipped in deeper. Soon, it was only my head and chest that weren't trapped by her esophagus. I felt her tongue slide through my hair before pressing against my skin.

This was actually happening, "No!" I cried, "Sto- Stop! Please! You're not... going to swallow me, right?"

As if in answer, her tongue pressed against my head, pushing the rest of my body down her throat. I reached out with my hands, trying to grab something, anything, but my fingers were unable to grasp onto anything. I was still screaming, "Please! I don't wa- want to be digestmmffd!" but my words were muted as the plant woman's maw and tongue were replaced by the tight walls I had been trying to escape.

My brain tried to comprehend the situation by analyzing pointless facts, "Okay, if her biology is similar to mine, then I should still be in the pharynx, that means there is still time to escape if I can trigger... She's a fucking plant!" I tried to shake my head as if that would clear it, but I could barely move.

As part of me began to panic, a feeling of odd euphoria struck me. I could feel my whole body, from my toes to the top of my head, being squeezed tightly within the thick walls of her gullet. The movements of her throat were drawing me gently but steadily into the unknown. It was a tunnel of flesh that I might become a fundamental part of. I felt the walls of her throat constrict and throb around me, squeezing harder and tighter as I slid ever deeper.

The inside of the plant woman was much warmer than the outside air, and I could feel my own sweat helping to ease the journey down. I could feel the pulse of her blood rushing through the veins surrounding me as it coursed through my own. My feet felt something new, they were free from the restraints of her powerful swallows. I could suddenly wiggle them around. That must be her stomach.

A soft slurping noise echoed in the darkness, and I felt myself being pushed out of the tunnel by her throat's muscles. Ever so slowly, my legs, then my hips, then my chest, and finally, my head entered air. Able to articulate again, I screamed as I fell a few yards and splashed into her stomach.

The air smelled oddly pleasant, like fresh-cut grass mixed with honey and mint. I let my eyes adjust as best as I could and looked around. I was surprised to find that the walls of the plant woman's stomach were green. Stupid in hindsight, but still. I moved my arms through the thick liquid, testing whether it was meant to digest me or for some other purpose.