Chapter #5Exploring the stomach by: Jaxi   After being squeezed to within an inch of your life by the tight grasp of your mothers esophagus, you finally get unceremoniously dumped into a large, dark chamber. You land with a wet splat in a gloopy, viscous substance that you quickly assess to be your moms breakfast. Luckily it’s still just about solid enough for you to manoeuvre on the surface, allowing you to pick yourself up and attempt to get a bearing on your new location. This was undoubtedly her stomach, just the sound alone was enough to confirm it. A deafening ambiance of gurgles, groans, sloshes and pops happily play to the beat of an active, healthy and very full gut.
As promised, the first thing you do is apply the headset you had neatly packed into your back pocket onto your saliva coated head. This also provided you with a small torch that allowed you a slim corridor of light into the alien world.
The first thing you noticed was the sheer size of her stomach. You couldn’t work out how such a large space fitted inside such an slim athletic frame. The second thing you noticed was the smell. It was mostly of coffee and pancakes but there was a strong undertone of stale milk and burning vomit that you felt would haunt your nose for the rest of your life.
You barely had time to take in the sights and smells before you hear your phone ring. Knowing that each ring would cause your moms anxiety to double you decided to answer it right away.
“Lucian! Can you hear me? I felt you going down!” her voice transmitted a few seconds after you heard it boom around your environment.
“Hey Mom! Yes, I can hear you! I’m here.” You reply, completely preoccupied with what was going on around you.
“Thank goddess! I was worried you’d suffocate on the way down. This is amazing Lucian! you’re inside me! I can’t believe I’m literally talking to a little person in my tummy!”
You don’t respond, distracted by the motions of the pink chamber walls rhythmically manipulating the mushy terrain. This was causing the semi solid mass to churn around in a slow moving vortex. You immediately start searching with your tiny window of light. Time was not going to be on your side.
“Are you okay in there Lucian?”
“Yeah… I’m… I’m okay..” you respond quietly, trying to hide the fact the ring was going to be much harder to find than you first thought.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound okay?” She was quick to pick up on the concern in your voice.
“I’m fine, it’s just… well… there is a lot of… breakfast in here…” trying to tactfully state that she had clearly gone back for seconds and that your ring was now probably buried under one or two additional layers of pancake mush.
“Well it’s got to go somewhere!” She chuckled playfully and proceeded to proudly pat her full stomach.
This caused cataclysmic vibrations to bounce around the giant chamber causing you to fall backwards into a particularly wet puddle of pancake slime. A tingling sensation spread quickly across the skin exposed to the liquid.
“Jeez mom! Don’t do that! Do you realise what that felt like to me” the frustration clear in your voice.
“Oops! Sorry, not sure what I was thinking. I guess I’m just not used to having someone inside me… well not like this anyway.” She giggled at her own joke, causing your cavern to jiggle.
“What’s it like in there? Bet it’s pretty gross right? Does it smell?” Trina was excited to learn about her own biology.
“Um a little, its really.. humid, it’s all a bit of a mess.” You certainly didn’t want to insult your living host by telling her it was a disgusting hell that smelt like death.
“Well it’s not like I ever planned on having guests in there, not that I…”
She stopped mid sentences, interrupted by a monstrous roar from deep within her gut…
*gguuurrrrrrblloorrrgg*
This was so loud and violent it caused the whole chamber to shake like you were at the epicentre of a major earthquake.
“Eeek! bet you felt that one Lucian! sorry about that! it’s always a bit noisy when I’m digesting… oh god! sorry.. I don’t mean you. Although, you are managing to avoid that right? Is it having an effect on you? It’s probably all quite acidic right?” She sounded more curious than concerned but you were going to have to down play this because in truth the tingling was now becoming fairly uncomfortable. The corrosive mixture was clearly having to work overtime on her heavy meal.
“A little, but I should be alright as long as I can find my ring soon” you answer whilst focusing on now digging into goopy substance in an attempt to find something metallic.
“Well it has to be in there somewhere right? I probably should have mentioned, I did go back for seconds..” you felt like saying “no shit!” But thought better of it.
“Hey! I think I can feel you moving about in there son. That’s amazing! If it’s any consolation it’s a very pleasant sensation and my tummy feels much more settled now, so… thanks for that.” Her positive and playful commentary was becoming annoying, especially as nothing in here was pleasant or settled.
“That’s good, can’t say it feels settled from my perspective, everything is getting churned up” you can’t help but reflect a little frustration.
“Oh god sorry, please hurry then! I really don’t want to digest you!” the return was way more casual than you felt the situation deserved. “I mean, just think of the calories..” you instantly react “Mom!?” The jiggling returned, she was clearly amused by her own antics. “I’m joking! ….but seriously you would definitely go straight to my ass” you were not sure what had got into her, other than yourself, but she was clearly enjoying the whole experience and was keen to view it with a comic lens.
“What makes you say that?” You eventually enquire, curious as to why she sees you as potential ass fat.
“No reason, most things do, why? did you have a preference? Stay away from the abs boy! I work hard on them!” You don’t respond, assuming the question was rhetorical, but an answer was clearly expected when she follows up with “Well?…preference?!”
“Well my preference is to get out alive and not as poop!” you try the grounded answer but you can’t help but admit your feelings “but I guess I’d say boobs..”
“Knew it!” She cheerfully claimed. You could sense she was smiling and probably admiring herself.
Your focus quickly shifted back to the job in hand, but there was a new problem. You were sinking! The stability of the ground had now got so thin, it was more of a soup than a swamp. Her digestive system seemed to be upping the effort into tackling this solid lump and was focused on turning it into something her body can make use of.
“Oof, um.. Lucian? Are you okay in there? it’s feeling a little active.” she couldn’t help but gently rub her belly. She was feeling a little sleepy now and if she hadn’t been housing her miniature son, she would definitely be taking herself off for a nap now.
This was bad! You answer…
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