You are sealed in utter darkness, pressed against the surprisingly tight, warm muscle of a very small stomach. The air is humid and smells faintly of cheap wine and sweet perfume. The sound is muffled, but you recognize the low thump of bass and the high, rapid-fire chatter of voices above you. You are sealed entirely within Kira Star, who has just finished swallowing you whole outside the bar.

She is now back inside, completely unbothered, her voice—high-pitched, flirty, and loud—cutting clearly through the surrounding noise.

"Oh my God, guys, you won't believe how shy and cute that last guy was!" Kira shrieks with laughter, adjusting the disco-like collar bra and jacket. Her long pink feathery hair bounces wildly.

"He was, like, totally blushing when I got him outside! Poor thing!" says Maya, one of her two friends.

Kira giggles, the sound echoing lightly in the chamber around you. "I know, right? He looked so lost! Seriously, I had to take him. You know my theory, right? I'm hoping he has enough, like, nutritional energy to maybe finally give me, you know, actual boobs! Because seriously, guys, this flat chest situation? It's literally my biggest vibe-killer!"

"Kira, babe, you are already perfect," chirps the third friend, Saki. "But I mean, if you're going to use, like, extreme measures, you should go for a triple-scoop ice cream date next time, not just some random shy boy!"

"Ugh, Saki, you just don't get the aesthetic!" Kira retorts, slightly exasperated. "He was so awkward when I put my hand on his arm! You could feel the cute little tremor go right through him. He was literally vibrating with shyness! He's just so precious when he's terrified! That's what makes him good!"

Maya asks, leaning in close, "Wait, how long are you keeping this one? Did you even ask his name? I totally forgot to ask his name!"

Kira snorts, taking a noisy sip of her drink. "Name? Who cares? He's Future Boob Magic, that's his name now! And he's going to be around for ages while my body figures out how to use him. Like, forty days, minimum, I swear. That’s like, a month and a half of potential gains! He's totally in the warm-up acid phase right now, feeling all the spicy feelings." The walls around you contract slightly, as if to prove her point, intensifying the acidic warmth.

Saki sighs. "Forty days? That's, like, two full fashion seasons! Are you even going to feel it when he's gone? You're so sentimental about the shy ones."

"I mean, a little. He was wearing that cute, slightly-too-big black hoodie," Kira muses. "But I'll get over it! Besides, the only thing that matters is the post-digestion effect. If I get even one centimeter of growth out of this, it's worth it! If I don't, then he was completely useless, and it's back to the bar next week!"

Maya gasps. "Did you see Miki's new nails? They are so last week, honestly. They look totally dull under the disco light."

Kira taps a long, pink fingernail against her own mirror-like contact lens. "Hmm. They’re fine. But mine still catch the strobe better. Yours are, like, just reflecting the ugly wooden wall over there. Anyway, I need another fizzy drink, and then we have to ditch this dump. The vibe is getting way too... slum-y."

As she speaks, she lifts a bottle, and you hear the muffled rush of liquid entering the chamber, followed by a sudden, intense wave of acidic warmth that signals the beginning of your long, long journey toward lethal digestion. She continues her lively, self-absorbed conversation, her mind completely focused on gossip and status, while utterly ignoring the terrifying reality she has just created within her body.