The jars in the backpack banged and clattered as Yumi walked down the hall. Even through the distance, fabric, and glass, you could hear the sounds of cheering. As the giant scientist girl continued her pace, the loud noises intensified. She was walking towards the stadium!
Yumi ducked into a small janitor's closet in the side of the hall and closed the door. She unslung her backpack from her shoulder and unzipped the main compartment. Down below, features warped by the glass, one of her tiny test subjects blinked in the light. Yumi reached down and gripped the jar with one enormous hand, carefully setting the bag down with her other. She turned the jar, inspecting its occupant. It tried to back away from her, but the rotation of the jar and the irregular surface of the bottom of the jar caused it to trip and fall. This one was the new one, wasn't it? She needed to cut it off from its friends. With a quick, forceful twist, the cold logical girl unscrewed the lid of the jar before reaching in and grabbing the new test subject, enveloping it in her curled fist. She brought the struggling tiny mascot to her face and looked at it intently. Two tiny black devices lay inside either of the mouse costume's "ears". Yumi lodged a fingernail in the left ear, carefully positioning it under the device... and flicked. There was the smallest of sparks as the micro-sized speaker was sent flying off. She repeated the process with the right ear. Now the test subject was cut off. The Chadwell science officer pocketed the mascot as she resealed the jar and placed it back in the bag, zipped the bag closed, and walked out of the closet. Then, as she entered the stadium, she surreptitiously grabbed the diminutive mascot from her pocket and hid it in her hand. She walked down the steps, found an empty space by a college student who was texting her friend to come watch the game.
You lay there, trapped in the hot, tight confines of the giantess's hand. You could feel her pulse, silently expanding and contracting her hand. You heard her booming voice say. "One, please." before her grip tightened like a vice and you blacked out from the crushing pressure.
When you woke up, you were lying in the point of a soft brown triangle. Above, there was a massive pale red cylinder. A mixture of red and yellow liquids came oozing down the sides. The whole thing smelled very... familiar... Oh no. You were in a hot dog! You panicked, and tried crawling away out either end, but the sticky mixture of mustard and ketchup slid down the sides of the bun and pooled at the bottom, effectively trapping you. The hot dog itself was too low for you to stand, and too heavy for you to lift. You could only watch through the tiny hole at the end of the bun as the enormous Yumi piloted the hot dog to her face. Her mouth opened, revealing an endless red cavern. Already you could see little pools of saliva forming in the basin of her mouth as the food drew nearer, nearer...
Yumi bit down on the stadium hot dog, tearing off a large chunk as she drew back. You were mere millimeters away from freedom, but the ketchup and mustard bogged you down, and by the time you reached the edge, the Japanese girl was returning for another bite -- it was too late. The hot dog entered her mouth. Her fiery, smelly breath washed over you. Then her teeth came down, severing your section of the hot dog from the outside world. As her saliva welled up to meet the bun, her gigantic tongue shoved the hot dog sideways so her teeth could pulverize and tear it more easily. The now-shredded stadium food toppled into the waiting ocean of spit. Everything around you was being saturated or ground into mush. You tried desperately to make it to the exit, but then Yumi closed her lips. Her tongue tilted back, and the massive mound that had once been a hot dog slid toward the back of her mouth, where her powerful throat muscles pulled it down her esophagus and into the abyss. Still you doggedly ran for her front teeth, and a slight tremor from your captress confirmed that she knew it was you in there. Something entered through her lips. A straw. Suddenly all the air came rushing back to her throat in a sudden wind, and a flash flood of soda came streaming out of the straw in a tsunami of carbonation. You couldn't hold on any longer. The tidal wave of soda swept you up along with some remaining bits of semi-digested mush, and you were sent into her stomach.
You landed somewhat softly on the former hot dog, sinking a little as the soda came rushing in and saturated the area. As you tried to pull yourself out of the glop, you considered the lake of stomach acids surrounding you. The way you saw it, you could either dive in and hope to avoid any masses of digested matter once you reach the intestines, or you could stay where you were and wait for Yumi to eat a bit more, so you could maybe form a cocoon and wait to escape until you've gotten to her bowels...
What do you choose?
1. Stomach Swimming -- You dive into the Chadwell girl's stomach juices, hoping to find the opening to her small intestine before the next wave of stomach matter sweeps you up in its wake.
2. Literal Meat Shield -- You try to form a defense against the acids before you head further on. Fortunately, Yumi's not done with her food. Unfortunately, you'll have to avoid being buried by it if you want to use it.
3. Scientist With A Stomach Bug -- You don't get to decide, as that hot dog you came in on is disagreeing with Yumi...
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