After an absolutely brutal game ending 9/2, you head into the locker rooms drenched in sweat, quickly stripping off your drenched t-shirt and shorts to get into the shower when you accidentally bump into a girl behind you. Before you can even mutter a 'sorry', you feel her hands on your hips as you're hoisted into the air, your exhausted brain unable to process what's happening until it's too late. “Dumb prey shouldn't go poking predators, y'know. Oh well, I'm hungry anyway~...” She doesn't even sound excited, only a monotone voice drones on from her throat before you're fed into it, feet-first. She's not one to savor her prey- you find her throat quickly constricting around you as more and more of you gets rhythmically gulped down into her hot, sticky throat. With a final, powerful 'glrk!' all of you has slipped into her athletic gut, constricted from all sides as every last beat from her heart echoes around you in the dangerously acidic pouch you're now trapped in.