"It's not that easy...but there are ways." You feel the world bounce and slosh around you as she stands with a groan. Carrying you for the ride, she makes her way to the other side of the room, where there's the faint sound of a drawer opening and shutting. You hear a pop...like a stopper being undone...then a sound like a sink drain above you. Something wet pours over you from above.
"Ew! Mom! What was that?" Her stomach is clenching down hard now. If this keeps up, it feels like you might be crushed.
"I took something. It'll...hurp...g-get you...oh....out..." The walls of her stomach are throwing you around almost violently now. Suddenly, and with great force, half your body is heaved back up her esophagus. You can almost see out over the back of her tongue. She's gagging...and a second heaving motion comes. This one squeezes you out onto her floor, your hips back in her mouth, legs down her throat. Now you can help, and start trying to pull yourself free.
One last push from her, and you fall out into a limp heap, naked and soaked head to toe with a mix of saliva, stomach acid, and whatever that stuff was. She wipes her chin off, and sits back panting.
"And...you said...I c-can do that too?" She nods to your question, weak from saving you. It's better than a ride through her intestines.
"Every woman in our family. Someday, you'll be able to as well. Probably soon." You'd forgotten. the growing, insatiable hunger you feel. Biting your lower lip, you look at her...then the 'antidote' in a vial on the table...
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