By Joe Random*

It feels like you've been here forever.

It's only been a couple of days. You think. Maybe. At times, dim light trickles through the skin and flesh; other times, the darkness is all-encompassing. But you think you can tell when he lays down, and gets up. Certainly, there are times when the motion is greater and times when it is lesser. Otherwise there's just the sound of liquids and squishing flesh, and an eternal, pounding thrum that is the trucker's heartbeat.

You think it's been a couple of days. You think.

The worst part is that you've managed to find ways to survive. The liquid you're in is basically a thick paste at your scale, but there's water in it, and as disgusting as it is, you find eating it makes you both less hungry and less thirsty. There's precious little in here, but something about your present size makes you able to draw enough oxygen out of it to survive. You're not sure if you're the same size you were, or smaller, and you're not sure it matters.

You should surrender, but you haven't yet, for reasons you can't explain.

The world is presently in motion. The trucker isn't driving, he might be stopped for the night.

Then there's a new motion. The testicle you're in suddenly falls forward. Ah, he took his underwear off, probably, and they're hanging free. Or are they? No, they're shaking a bit. Moving around. Side to side now, but...not like he's walking....

You try to put it together, but you're at a loss. All you know is that your world is suddenly moving and shaking and shivering in ways you haven't yet experienced.

Something is happening. But what?