The sensation of chewed up food and liquid raining down on you and covering your body was a feeling you had unfortunately grown used to, as your stay in Brad's stomach became longer and longer. Not wanting to go hungry, you were forced to eat some of the chewed up, saliva-soaked food that your living prison had eaten. You couldn't eat too much, or Brad would just eat some more, and you'd have to sit in the gunk until he had digested it. Whenever he drank, you had to hold your hands together to catch whatever rained down. You had experienced your first taste of alcohol this way, and everything that came with it.
Meanwhile, Brad continued on with his routine. Although he had a large, little girl-filled gut, he kept on as if nothing was different. He'd keep up with college, date several women, and brought them home, forcing you to bounce around as he plowed them. Of course, he made sure to keep up his body, bringing you along with him as he worked out. You were uncomfortably compressed as he lifted weights and did sit ups, your predator not caring that he was practically crushing his belly's resident. He wasn't shy about showing you off, too, occasionally bumping you on your rear and making you squirm.
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and there was no sign that Jack was going to save you. It was tough to sleep as Brad always slept on his stomach, squashing you underneath his weight and snoring loudly. Whenever you did get some sleep, you always had the same dream. The evil dragon snatches the princess up and grins wickedly down at the knight. The princess pleads the knight for help, only for him to run away in fear as she was sent down to the monster's scaly gut.
You wanted to have faith in Jack, as well as your other friends and family, that they would save you from the belly of this bully. But a little girl can only hope for so long...
Finally, it came time for the holidays. Brad was at a party, wearing a Santa hat and a bow stuck onto his belly, with the words 'DON'T OPEN UNTIL XMAS' written on it. You wanted to cry, but you still had the slightest glimmer of hope that you would be freed. Maybe a Xmas miracle was in your future. You were somewhat inebriated as Brad had been heavily drinking, and you were up to your chin in alcohol and chewed up snacks as Brad slapped his belly. "Heya, kid. You still awake in there?", Brad asked.
"Y-yeah...", you responded sleepily.
"Haha! Wanna stay up to wait for Santa, huh?", the jock asked. He grabbed a microphone from a karaoke machine and held it to his gut. "What do ya want Santa to bring you, little lady?" The crowd went silent aside from a few giggles from the other college students. "C'mon! Tell us what you want for Xmas!"
You gulped down some more of the awful mixture that you were drenched in. "I... I want..." Your voice blared over the speakers as Brad recorded your frightened voice. "I want OUT OF HERE!!!", you screamed as loud as you could.
"Well, folks", Brad said over the karaoke machine. "Should Santa give her what she wants? Has she been a good girl this year?"
You could hear the other college students shouting. You could hear some chanting "YES!" while others were shouting "NO!". You couldn't believe your fate was in the hands of some drunk, horny young adults.
"Guess that settles it!", Brad said, though he gave no indication of what he meant. This was potentially your last chance to be free of this bully's gut. Will you get your Xmas wish?
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