Woman to Bubble Tea

You walked into your favorite spot for bubble tea. But before you knew it, your world twisted and morphed until you turned into a perfect cup of bubble tea. Looking around frantically, you find yourself sitting on top of the glass counter. As you are still getting your bearings, a worker calls a name and you see a pretty, young half-Asian woman bouncing over to you. With an enthusiastic “thank you!” she grabs you up and heads out into the street. You watch her in terror, fully aware of what you have become. You clenched your non-existent muscles in fear as she raised you to her lips. You feel the sensation of being pulled and stretched as part of your body slipped up the straw and into her mouth. You could feel the warm, wet sensation for a moment before you were forced down into a constricting tunnel, part of your sight turning black as if you were starting to pass out. You knew what happened. She swallowed part of you. That became ever more apparent as you felt the burning pain of her stomach acids eating away at you. From the flavor of her stomach, it was apparent that she had recently eaten some kind of instant noodles, the smell and taste of them mixing with the flood of other sensations. All of this happened at the same time as the part of you still in the cup watched as she walked down the street, waving at and greeting everyone she passed. The Asian woman sips on you some more, sending a larger portion of your being into the dark prison of her stomach. After some time walking and drinking more and more small mouthfuls of you, the woman arrives at what must be her art studio. Looking around, you are surrounded by beautiful art, primarily mixed media on canvas. Paint, glued cardboard, and other odds and ends making up complex expressions. Humming to herself, she sets you down on a dirty and crowded art table. While you could still feel the part of you in her stomach, at least being set down for a moment gives you a moment of reprieve. You finally get a good look at the woman who purchased you. While you aren’t into other women, you can admit that she is a beauty, and clearly takes care of herself. Though you don’t get to dwell on that as over the next hour you are drank completely, your existence is now darkness and pain. After what feels like an eternity, something new is introduced. You feel something pressing into you, some new food that your owner and tormentor has eaten. It tastes familiar, beef yakiniku. It mingles with you until you aren’t sure where you end and the new flavor begins. Then without warning, you feel like you are being pressed. You are moving, you know that, but not where. Soon you find out. Your vision comes back, only to show you the inside of a toilet. You plop down hard into the water. Before you can even scream to yourself, the water is rushing in a whirlpool and you are again sent into darkness…