"IMGUDDA-*HICCUP* -GODO THE BADTHROOM" Abby's slurred voice reverberated throughout my torture cave, overtaking the muffled nightclub music and ever-present digestive gurgles filling my entire world.
I could tell she was stumbling as she made her way there, and the already muffled club music almost disappeared entirely behind the bathroom door when she entered.
Even aside from the obvious horrifying aspects - living in a woman's stomach sure is a jarring experience. I have zero autonomy over my environment or experiences. Everything I eat is pre-chewed by her. Everything I hear is determined by her. My entire world is shifted and reoriented at her whims. I'm not allowed the privilege of light. And my sense of smell is constantly otherwise occupied. My entire life is hers. And I'm nothing more than a prisoner entrapped by her powerful merciless body. This is the feeling of an object that understands it is owned. Or maybe it's what a helpless animal lower on the chain feels like when it understands that it's food.
I again curse my helplessness and the results of my stupid reckless decisions, and scream into the heavens, begging anyone who will listen for a second chance.
Then suddenly---
The broiling sea below began churning in a way I hadn't experienced yet. The entire cavern seemed to contract around me, and the vile liquid fully overtook me. I thought I was going to forced to inhale her acidic fluids and horribly burn my already hurting lungs. But before that happened I was send rocketing upward along with the churning mass of alcohol and acid. I squeezed effortlessly through that suffocating throat and glimpsed sweet white light so bright it forced my burning eyes back shut.
I passed between her gigantic teeth and lips and slammed into cold hard porcelain, sending waves of pain throughout my small battered body. The air-piercing sounds of Abby's retching continued close by. I opened my eyes cautiously, rubbing the stomach juices from them as best I could. When I could finally look around I saw an enormous faucet in the sky, to the other side of which was an enormous face heaving miserably and occasionally spilling its contents into the shining porcelain white bowl that contained me.
Luckily it seemed I had somehow rolled to the other side of the drain from the drunken giantess. Finally her retching ended, and she went to turn on the faucet to clean up her remaining mess. This is bad!! If she washes me down the drain I'm heading straight to the sewers! And now I know I can't even die..... literally nothing could be worse. So I jumped and waved frantically at the goddess who was about to direct an ocean of water towards me.
And somehow, in a stroke of insane luck.... she seemed to notice!!!
"WHAA...." Abby's huge brown eyes locked onto you in the sink and widened drastically. "HOLY--!!! ISTHA U JAKEEEE????? WEREUIN-*HICCUP* IN- *URP* INMY STOMACH ALLDIS TIME??"
It was almost comical watching the absurd scene of the hammered goddess filling the sky above me as she stumbled over her slurred words. But this was good! Finally she'd noticed me! Now I just have to somehow convince her to get me into some safe spot where her drunken self won't lose or forget about me and get home to get started on that blissful life of luxury I heard her talking about back when I thought I'd be spending my life trapped in her hellish stomach!
It's crazy but I'd even be willing to go into her shoe and satisfy her scary 'foot pet' dream for the night if it meant getting me into a safe place where I wouldn't be in danger of getting caught and stolen away by one of these ravenous club goers.
Abby lowered her unsteady hand towards me, and as much as I feared climbing onto it, I had to jump onto her moist palm before she lost her balance and knocked me into the drain. A second later warm water and foamy soap battered my body with such force I thought I would be washed over the edge! But at the last second her colossal slender fingers closed in around me, pinning me in place under the water for a good 20 seconds.
I laid coughing and spluttering up water in her enclosed fist until her powerful fingers spread open all at once, exposing me to the powerful wind pressure of the restroom blow dryer, which pinned me firmly to her wet palm. When I was finally dry, she brought my naked cleaned up body up to her beautiful face. She was so unimaginably gigantic compared to me I struggled to comprehend how we'd even communicated.
But looking at her I could see she had on a short, tight black dress, which of course meant no pockets. The dress also positioned her breasts so that they were significantly separated, not squeezed tightly together, meaning there was no safe pocked within her cleavage. She could put me in her panties... but I have a bad feeling something bad will happen if she forgets about me and needs to use the restroom. Or maybe worse, if some dude at this club manages to pick her up and I'm caught down there between them.... bad news.
Which means...
I peered over the edge of her open palm wayyyy down to the floor below. Abby was wearing shiny black heels on her creamy white feet that I knew she always complained about. Any time we headed home from a night dancing together she would always drunkenly cling to my back and selfishly demand foot rubs upon returning home. Yet she would still insist on wearing the things every time she went out.
The thought of submitting myself to a punishing night under a giant drunk girl's sore sweaty feet gave me chills. But the thought of returning to her disgusting stomach was terror incarnate. So I figured since this was the only guaranteed 'safe' spot ---- and since it might allow me to ingratiate myself to the goddess who has already proven her unquestionable and terrifying power over me ---- I should just make the suggestion already and get this over with so we could talk this over when she was sober.
And I was about to do just that when...
"WOWWWW..... SOOOOOOOOO UMM....... LIKEEEE?.... YOU SHRUNK AND THE- *HICUP* THEN THE FIRST THING YOU DID WAS GET YOURSELF EATEN?"
She was technically right. I didn't have a good answer for that. So I paused to try to gather my thoughts but..
"IMMMEEEANNNN DAMNNN DUDE YOU MUSTA REAALLLLYYYY WANTED TO GET INTO MY TUMMY IFYADINT EVEN STOPTA ASK FIRST. JUST CRAWWWLLEEDDD RIGGGHT INN AND MADE YERSELF AT HOME HUH? *HICUP*"
She laughed loudly in my face, once again choking my in the thick alcohol breath emanating from the hellish pit below.
"WELLTHEN, SOO SORRRY I DISTURBED YA AND KICKED YOU OUTTA YER HOME LILGUY! HEHE! I THINK MY TUMMY'S ALL SETTLED NOW THO- *URP* AND SINZYOUNWANTED IN SOOOOO*HICUP*OBAD I THINK'LL JUS LETCHA GO BACK IN NOW."
My heart nearly leapt out of my throat.
"No Abby! No!!! You have it wrong, please listen! I need your help! Please! ....You... uh. you can even put me in your shoe tonight if that's what it ta-AHHHHHHHH No StooopppP!PPP!! NOOO!!!! AAAAHHHHHHH-"
I screamed and plead my case from the giant girl's palm as tears streamed down my eyes and pitiful fear welled up in my heart. But like a pig that had escaped the slaughterhouse only to stumble onto the small farm of a starving family, my squeals were ignored and my attempts at escape were deterred.
Abby's gigantic slightly swaying palm shoved me roughly up against her plump wet lips, seeping with alcohol scented hot breath. I knew what lied beyond and savagely clawed into her lip searching for any purchase to push inch my way free of this nightmare. But the thick skin rendered all my efforts useless as I was sucked back into that horrible stinking alcohol-infested maw and rammed back into the overpowering grip of that tight wet throat.
I can't believe this is happening again.. this can't be possible...
I could only cry and scream curses at my fate as i again experienced the slow, deliberate pull of my owner's powerful throat muscles diligently delivering me to her digestive cavern. Only this time I knew I'd be trapped in that hell forever.
As I was re-emerging from the vile liquid within the drunken giantess's horrible stomach, Abby casually adjusted her makeup and stumbled back out of the bathroom into the club.
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Now that she knew her tiny ex was within her and not some other bitch, she could finally relax and let go. She was a little sad that her tiny would rather get eaten and be digested than let her take care of it as her pet. She would have probably only made him rub her feet a little... maybe had him sleep in her socks on cold winter nights at most. But at some level, she could understand the pride of her ex wanting to end things on his own terms. And she was more than a little flattered that a real tiny human had actually decided to feed itself to her all on its own! Plus it turned out to be unexpectedly delicious... So much so that she couldn't stop herself from swallowing almost as soon as it touched her tongue.
And so, Abby returned to her party night with the girls, assuming I was digesting away in a blissful sleep as I wanted inside of her. Meanwhile she ended up meeting a new cute boy at that club, taking him home, and sleeping with him... in our bed.
Her life went on - Eating, Sleeping, Fucking, Working, Exercising, Having a full life after moving on from her the tiny ex that got purged and 'voluntarily' eaten and 'digested' by her all those years ago. If only she or anyone else knew that poor tiny was still alive, aware, and miserable every second of every night and day within her deceptively sexy, broiling belly.
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