Your journey does not take long. With one final effort her throat effectively deposits you in her stomach. You fall a little farther to land on a soft, gooey mass of chewed up Skittles. This is an assumption on your part because it is pitch black in here which really isn't all that surprising considering that YOU'RE IN A STOMACH!!! You manage to stand up off the mass of chewed up food, your feet sinking slightly into the wet floor beneath you that is your girlfriend's stomach. You still hold on to a faint hope of escaping, if only you could reach the stomach wall...
The only problem with all of this is that it is exceedingly warm in there. At any other time and in any other place you would say it was just downright hot, but for whatever reason down in Michelle's belly the heat is not stiffling, but more simply inviting. It is a loving warmth that seems to permeate the entire chamber, inticing you to stay. You take a few blind steps in one direction trying to reach her stomach wall but the warmth is filling you up, making you sleepy. You try to rouse yourself, this is no time to sleep, but you stumble and then fall face first into the soggy floor of MIchelle's stomach. From your position on the floor you can hear faint, far off gurgling noises coming from deep within Michelle's bowels. You know those noises are a precurser of a certain impending doom but you are helpless to get up and continue struggling. It would be so much easier simply to lie here wrapped in a blanket of warmth with the slippery surface of her stomach caressing your face and to gently fall asleep listening to the symphony of noises emitting from the depths of Michelle's body, a cadence you would soon join. Michelle had made you her meal, and now it was her stomachs job to make you into her nutrients. You almost give up. Yet somewhere some long forgotten sense of survival kicked in and you spring to your feet and dash towards what you hope will be the wall of her stomach. You slam into it going full speed but you don't even get knocked off your feet. You pound the side of her stomach with your fist yelling as loud as you can. You have to get out of here. You can't let your girlfriend unknowingly digest you!
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