As you feel the incline of the surface on her tongue begin to increase as she tilts her head back, you look around for any way out of this situation. Panic sets in as you don’t see any obvious way out of this situation so you simply begin to scramble up the increasingly steep slope of her tongue, trying to put as much distance between you and the back of her throat as possible. Between the increasing slope and the slippery nature of the inside of her mouth, you make very little progress and a giggle from Andrea as she feels your pathetic attempts to delay the inevitable is all it takes for your shaky footing to become unstable as her mouth vibrates slightly from the noise. You lose your grip and begin to slide down her tongue towards that dark abyss at the back of her mouth, screaming all the way.
You hit the back of her throat and Andrea swallows, sending both you and the built up saliva in her mouth down her throat.
You feel the constricting tube of her throat begin to squeeze and push you down, it wasn’t hard enough for it to be painful, but the constant pressure was uncomfortable and any time you tried to take a breath you got a mouthful of saliva, causing you to gag and cough. You felt like you were going to drown in saliva before you got anywhere near her stomach, but you were proven wrong just as the edges of your vision started to darken, as you feel your legs suddenly enter a larger chamber. With one more push from the oesophagus around you you suddenly start to free fall into the cavernous chamber of Andrea’s stomach.
Luckily for you, you landed on a pile of undigested food and didn’t take the plunge into the sea of acid that you could see surrounding your small island of sanctuary. From your perspective your small island of food was maybe only 50 feet across, in reality it wasn’t even ten inches across. It is humid and blisteringly hot inside of the stomach of your stepmom, and you feel the damp atmosphere begin to cling to your clothes, as well as yourself beginning to sweat profusely.
One of the walls of the cavernous stomach shuddered, causing the sea around you to form waves as Andrea patted her stomach. As these waves lap at your shelter you scramble backwards in a panic, desperately trying to not be caught in their wake. The areas of the food that the acidic wave retreats from on top of, back into the pool surrounding you, begin to hiss and sizzle as the acids begin to break it down. Suddenly you hear her voice, seemingly rumbling from all around you.
“Well Scott, I guess you were about as useful as a meal as you were as a stepson. You’re just too small, not very filling and you didn’t really taste of anything either. Even in the last thing you do on this Earth you were useless. Oh well, hopefully the next person I do this to will be big enough for me to at least get some pleasure out of them. Goodbye Scott,” her speech gave you a sense of purpose, you had to find a way out of here before it was too late. You couldn’t let her do this to anyone else, but as you look out over the sea of acid that surrounds your small sanctuary, you find it difficult to figure out exactly how you would get out of here. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness in Andrea’s stomach, but even then it is difficult to see anything. You sit down on the island of food, the edges of which are currently sizzling as the acid is eating away at it. You won’t have very long before your safe haven is dissolved and sinking into the acid below.
1) You remember you still have your cell phone in your pocket, hopefully you’ll still have signal.
2) You find a way of making Andrea feel ill, hopefully you’ll be able to get her to throw up.
3) You can’t figure out anything, you just have to accept your fate.