Emily's Stomach
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
zer0s
With her help, you had mostly regained your form, but parts of you were still smashed together and flattened. She tilted her head back and raised you over her open mouth, and dropped you in. Rather than chewing you again, your body was compressed hard against the roof of her mouth, and you felt her tongue start pushing you toward her throat. "Emily! Are you crazy?!" you shouted, but you already knew the answer to that question.
She couldn't hear you anyway. She slowly moved your body back until the natural reflex took over, sending you down her throat. You were kind of big to swallow, and she coughed once you went down. "That was harder than I expected" she mumbled to herself. She placed her hand below her huge left breast, between it and her chest. She wanted to see if she could feel you inside her.
You couldn't move as you were forced down her throat, it constricted you too much. It had been a few years since the last time this had happened, and it wasn't something you wanted to experience again. At least when your sister swallowed you (intentionally too, that bitch), your mom rushed her to the hospital to get you out and make sure you were alright. The news was good, they had her vomit you up and informed your mom that even if she had passed you that you would have been fine. Something about the strength of the stomach acids and your genetic makeup, it also had something to do with your innate elasticity. Whatever it was, it went over your head apart from the fact you knew you could survive being eaten if such a situation came up. And, unfortunately, it had. Despite that, you still found it kind of amazing. You had previously been stuck to her massive boob, and carried around in her huge hand. And now that immense body was your world.
It seemed to take a while, but you finally reached the end of her esophagus and were squeezed out into her stomach. You splashed down in the organ, which was filled around knee high with some sort of liquid - yep, her orange juice/vodka drink. Emily's interior was almost pitch black. It took a while for your eyes to adjust, and the miniscule amount of light that penetrated her body still didn't allow you to make anything out. It was hot and disgustingly humid, much like her mouth, but the smell was stronger and far worse. She didn't seem to be moving much at all, which wasn't surprising given she was in a raft going down the lazy river. Despite this, the "floor" of the stomach was still too unstable for you to be able to remain standing, so you gave up and sat on your knees.
Emily had mixed feelings about what she was doing. On one hand, it would be awesome if you could survive this. On the other, she didn't want to kill you, and was strongly considering throwing you back up. She couldn't really do it at the time, a family was catching up with her from behind, so she would need to wait until she was alone or could hit the restroom. That, and she knew she was somewhat selfish. If she couldn't have you, why should anyone else? You were her fantasy, after all. Her stomach let out a groan, and as she gave it her attention again she belched.
You tried as hard as you could to keep your cool. Even if you would survive a trip through Emily, you really, REALLY didn't want to. Then the stomach suddenly began to vibrate around you, contracted for a moment, and you heard her powerful belch somewhere high above you. That was it, you couldn't take it anymore. You began thrashing against the walls, pounding on them and ramming them with your shoulder. "Emily! Let me out!" you screamed, but it's not like she could hear you anyway.
Not a moment after her burp, Emily feels you struggling. Physically it only feels like a light tickle, but it also makes her feel a slightly sick. She lifted her large breast and lightly bumped her stomach where she felt you moving. "Calm down in there, that's not going to do you any good." It didn't seem to help at all, the tingling sensation continued.
You could hear her voice speaking to you from above, telling you to stop, but you didn't intend to listen. You wanted out, period, and you continued to struggle like your life depended on it.
Emily wondered if you were struggling due to the pain of digestion, in that case she really needed to get you out of there. Through the trees she saw the end of the ride where she would be getting out, so she considered using the restroom there to throw you up. The tingling continued all the way up to the drop off point, but once she stood to get out of the raft it seemed to die down. There was a big storage area where everyone was throwing their rafts so she tossed hers in there as well.
You felt her body shift as she stood, causing the world around you to flip over and you to fall on your face at the bottom of the stomach. You sat up in the liquid and wanted to continue pounding on her insides, but the movement of her walking jostled you so much it was practically impossible. Her stomach groaned again, causing it to vibrate around you, and again it compressed slightly sending a belch up her throat.
Another small burp escaped Emily's lips, and she politely covered her mouth. She saw the restroom and contemplated.
She couldn't hear you anyway. She slowly moved your body back until the natural reflex took over, sending you down her throat. You were kind of big to swallow, and she coughed once you went down. "That was harder than I expected" she mumbled to herself. She placed her hand below her huge left breast, between it and her chest. She wanted to see if she could feel you inside her.
You couldn't move as you were forced down her throat, it constricted you too much. It had been a few years since the last time this had happened, and it wasn't something you wanted to experience again. At least when your sister swallowed you (intentionally too, that bitch), your mom rushed her to the hospital to get you out and make sure you were alright. The news was good, they had her vomit you up and informed your mom that even if she had passed you that you would have been fine. Something about the strength of the stomach acids and your genetic makeup, it also had something to do with your innate elasticity. Whatever it was, it went over your head apart from the fact you knew you could survive being eaten if such a situation came up. And, unfortunately, it had. Despite that, you still found it kind of amazing. You had previously been stuck to her massive boob, and carried around in her huge hand. And now that immense body was your world.
It seemed to take a while, but you finally reached the end of her esophagus and were squeezed out into her stomach. You splashed down in the organ, which was filled around knee high with some sort of liquid - yep, her orange juice/vodka drink. Emily's interior was almost pitch black. It took a while for your eyes to adjust, and the miniscule amount of light that penetrated her body still didn't allow you to make anything out. It was hot and disgustingly humid, much like her mouth, but the smell was stronger and far worse. She didn't seem to be moving much at all, which wasn't surprising given she was in a raft going down the lazy river. Despite this, the "floor" of the stomach was still too unstable for you to be able to remain standing, so you gave up and sat on your knees.
Emily had mixed feelings about what she was doing. On one hand, it would be awesome if you could survive this. On the other, she didn't want to kill you, and was strongly considering throwing you back up. She couldn't really do it at the time, a family was catching up with her from behind, so she would need to wait until she was alone or could hit the restroom. That, and she knew she was somewhat selfish. If she couldn't have you, why should anyone else? You were her fantasy, after all. Her stomach let out a groan, and as she gave it her attention again she belched.
You tried as hard as you could to keep your cool. Even if you would survive a trip through Emily, you really, REALLY didn't want to. Then the stomach suddenly began to vibrate around you, contracted for a moment, and you heard her powerful belch somewhere high above you. That was it, you couldn't take it anymore. You began thrashing against the walls, pounding on them and ramming them with your shoulder. "Emily! Let me out!" you screamed, but it's not like she could hear you anyway.
Not a moment after her burp, Emily feels you struggling. Physically it only feels like a light tickle, but it also makes her feel a slightly sick. She lifted her large breast and lightly bumped her stomach where she felt you moving. "Calm down in there, that's not going to do you any good." It didn't seem to help at all, the tingling sensation continued.
You could hear her voice speaking to you from above, telling you to stop, but you didn't intend to listen. You wanted out, period, and you continued to struggle like your life depended on it.
Emily wondered if you were struggling due to the pain of digestion, in that case she really needed to get you out of there. Through the trees she saw the end of the ride where she would be getting out, so she considered using the restroom there to throw you up. The tingling continued all the way up to the drop off point, but once she stood to get out of the raft it seemed to die down. There was a big storage area where everyone was throwing their rafts so she tossed hers in there as well.
You felt her body shift as she stood, causing the world around you to flip over and you to fall on your face at the bottom of the stomach. You sat up in the liquid and wanted to continue pounding on her insides, but the movement of her walking jostled you so much it was practically impossible. Her stomach groaned again, causing it to vibrate around you, and again it compressed slightly sending a belch up her throat.
Another small burp escaped Emily's lips, and she politely covered her mouth. She saw the restroom and contemplated.
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