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Chapter #5
It was nice knowing ya...
by: Unknown
There is no escaping the pull of the current, as you are sucked into Stacy's gaping maw. You enter and are immediately overtaken by the smell of morning breath and milk. The flow continues to drag you down towards her throat, and almost like a water slide, you take a steep drop into her stomach.
You land with a splash in the milk that has cummulated within Stacy's belly. The smell becomes significantly stronger, as the milk-acid mixture produces the unpleasant odour of spoiled milk. The stomach, recognising the ease of which the cereal breaks down, expedites the process of digestion and progresses onward toward the next stage. You feel the levels of liquid slowly drop, but can't see anything. You can only assume that the contents of Stacy's stomach are flowing onward into the small intestine, and you are about to follow suit.
Suddenly, you feel a strong tug at your feet. You realise you are standing directly on top of the sphincter that leads to the intestine, and are being forced into the next stage. You are pulled down, and milk begins to cover your head.
You try to hold your breath. The seconds tick by, and your lungs burn for oxygen. You gasp for air, but find none. Everything fades, as you pepare to be unconciously assimilated into Stacy's body.
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