Chapter #4Musing on the Past and Present by: Sage   Well, you probably weren't going to be able to wake someone else up from an alcohol fed sleep even if you tried, and as bad as the smell is, you've survived worse before. The sewer for instance, or that week you went riding inside that one girl's butt. She had captured you from your keeper that day, and tried to keep you as a pet, but then, when she started bleeding in the night, her mother had checker her bed and found a tiny human shaped space clean of blood.
Sighing she had asked her daughter if she knew where you were, to which the girl lied, and got a spanking, though you got the worst of the deal, getting shoved very far up her, though it did cause her to tell her mother where you were, and in a few hours you, along with several logs of waste, fell out of her into the toilet, and her mother was apologizing for her for hours to you as she cleaned you up, and finally took you home.
Your parents, being glad just to have you back, didn't press charges for the kidnaping, though the girl's parents were quietly asked by the school to send her to another district. Last you heard the girl had grown up every bit the felon she had been in school, and was serving time in the local juvie hall for selling drugs on the street, and for second degree attempted murder, a tainted batch of marijuana being how she was caught.
Laughing at yourself you wonder how you'd gone from inside someone's stomach into that old memory. After all, that had been almost half your lifetime ago, but then, things stuck with you, even when they happened more than once. Lots of people wanted you, both for pleasure and for profit. Some corporations had offered your parents a lot of money to study you, but the government had given them more in aid to keep you out of their hands.
It had been a point of state pride that you'd made it as long as you had, considering your condition, and they weren't about to let some two bit hack with an idea to clone tiny humans or to miniaturize the population screw that up by slicing into you with a scalpel. Of course, as a matter of personal pride you had been sneaking away from your keepers since the day your turned thirteen. It was just a phase, they all told you, that you would eventually see the necessity of what they were doing to protect you, but you never cared, and you always snuck out again, no matter what blocks they put in your way.
Which had led you into the most fun nights of your lives, partying with friends. Even when you did nearly get stepped on by every dancer, or served in a cup of punch to some idiot girl who thought you were some kind of decoration for the drink. Or that time at Angela's birthday party, the one where her dad grilled burgers, and you tried to get a bite from Angela's for yourself, only to get pushed into it on accident, and endure the party from inside her gut.
Your whole life was full of incidents like that, and you wouldn't have traded it for the world. After all, such things were the spice of life, or so they said. Those misadventures had shown you things about your friends that no other would ever see. From Angela's stomach, to that one boy's....well you had been young, and he wanted to know where pee came from. You had been young then too, and hadn't seen a problem with it, though your mothers both had, when they came in to find his tiny member half squirming, and you already inside him completely part way.
Now of course, you knew better, and incidents like this were few and far in between, though every time you remembered them, you realized how good a doctor you would make. With the right suit you could literally go through another person completely, from any orifice. Then you could heal their ulcers and other hurts with an ease modern science simply could not hope to match, no matter how many tiny robots they had.
Suddenly you were brought back to the present as the stomach tilted, and you realized that the breathing had become more regular over the past few minutes. Whoever you were inside of had chosen to wake up while you were lost in your memories, and you went tumbling down to the bottom of their stomach as everything resettled around you, splashing about in the bile, and then watching as the wall caved in a bit, a hand outside rubbing it. In a nondescript voice, which you couldn't even identify as male or female because of the distortion the roaring lungs created you heard the person complain about.....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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