But you didn't make it in, instead you hit the back of one of her molars. The blow jarred you for a moment, and you got stuck on the muscle between her tongue and throat. Jenna coughed and sputtered after her vomiting spree and flushed the toilet. As she got up, she felt a small irritation in the back of her mouth, like a piece of food that had gotten wedged near her throat.
"Ugh gross. I need some water." She walked back to the break room and grabbed a glass of water. She opened her mouth and started downing its contents. Meanwhile as you had finally managed to extricate yourself, you saw the flood right before your eyes. "Mom stop! Im still in he-grrgl" The flood drowns out your cries and washes you back down her throat, faster than at breakfast since its all liquid this time. You cannonball into her stomach again with a mighty splash.
"Man that sick spell must have thrown me for a loop. I swear I heard my son for a momet." Jenna massages her temple and starts walking out the door. "Guess in skipping lunch today. Maybe I should take some sick leave for today." Jenna leaves the breakroom with her son unknowingly trapped in her empty stomach.
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