One Hell of a Ride
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Your sister’s stomach can best be described as a hot, sickening, sack, in which the only thing you can do is try not to get stuck in the left over food from her last meal. Large pools of digestive acid are always lying around, more so if your sister hasn’t eaten in a while. Luck for you, your sister has just eaten breakfast, so there aren’t many pools. The acid wouldn’t of hurt you anyway, you’re too tough to even get a sunburn from the burning acid. However, it’s still disturbing to have to wade through acids. The thick and toxic atmosphere makes you feel a little dizzy at first, but it passes after a few minutes. The gastric sounds of the digestive sack churning around you are always a welcoming sound because it means that Tulip is moving, hopefully towards a sink to let you out.
The spongy, warm, shimmering walls pulse around your tiny body. Being reshaped by every breath she took. You are constantly being tossed around inside of her as she walks, thrown around as a rag doll. You don’t struggle or try to find something to hold on to, nothing around you is dry enough to hold onto. That small hope of being let out is dashed when you hear Tulip scream out, “I’m leaving,” before you hear her slam a door closed. You sit down on the uneven floor of the stomach, sulking over your predicament. Your sister is probably going to see her friends, with you as a gift. You don’t know Tulip’s friends, as far as you know, nobody ever wanted to hang out with your bratty sister. It seemed like someone had befriended your sister and with any luck, will be a little kinder to you then her. Tulip must be running because her stomach is reacting violently, your being tossed into the air nearly five feet and coming down hard. A pool of acid splashes in your face and you wipe the putrid juices from your eyes.
After you get out of here, your someone better give you a bath because you’re going to stink. The shaking comes to a stop and you can hear Tulip wheezing for air. A doorbell rings and you hear someone talking faintly. Sound doesn’t translate well from within the stomach, so it’s impossible to tell what they are saying. However, you can hear perfectly well what your sister says back. “Yah, I got him. He’s tucked away somewhere special.” You can feel the enjoyment your sister gets from telling her friend about your current location. In frustration, you smash your fists against her stomach, knowing even before you make contact that your sister won’t even feel it. Again, the world shakes and your flung back this time landing in a shallow pool of acid. You remain sitting there, not caring to move again. It’s better to just stew here then jump around this humid hell. When your sister stopped moving, the stomach started to rumble. You feel yourself lifted up off the ground and flying up. After years of eating her ‘little big brother’, Tulip has learned how to vomit you out of her stomach without taking half her lunch with you. You’re sucked into her esophagus and ride backwards up the way you came. The slick throat passes you by, sometimes rubbing against you as you move upwards. Flinging over the tongue and teeth, your landing is broken by your sister’s palm. You lie there for a moment, spitting up the bodily fluids you’d accidentally swallowed while inside your sister.
“That was so gross,” commented a female voice from beside your sister. “It was kinda neat, though,” another voice added. Whipping some more acid from your eyes, you survey your sister’s friends with a careful eye.
The spongy, warm, shimmering walls pulse around your tiny body. Being reshaped by every breath she took. You are constantly being tossed around inside of her as she walks, thrown around as a rag doll. You don’t struggle or try to find something to hold on to, nothing around you is dry enough to hold onto. That small hope of being let out is dashed when you hear Tulip scream out, “I’m leaving,” before you hear her slam a door closed. You sit down on the uneven floor of the stomach, sulking over your predicament. Your sister is probably going to see her friends, with you as a gift. You don’t know Tulip’s friends, as far as you know, nobody ever wanted to hang out with your bratty sister. It seemed like someone had befriended your sister and with any luck, will be a little kinder to you then her. Tulip must be running because her stomach is reacting violently, your being tossed into the air nearly five feet and coming down hard. A pool of acid splashes in your face and you wipe the putrid juices from your eyes.
After you get out of here, your someone better give you a bath because you’re going to stink. The shaking comes to a stop and you can hear Tulip wheezing for air. A doorbell rings and you hear someone talking faintly. Sound doesn’t translate well from within the stomach, so it’s impossible to tell what they are saying. However, you can hear perfectly well what your sister says back. “Yah, I got him. He’s tucked away somewhere special.” You can feel the enjoyment your sister gets from telling her friend about your current location. In frustration, you smash your fists against her stomach, knowing even before you make contact that your sister won’t even feel it. Again, the world shakes and your flung back this time landing in a shallow pool of acid. You remain sitting there, not caring to move again. It’s better to just stew here then jump around this humid hell. When your sister stopped moving, the stomach started to rumble. You feel yourself lifted up off the ground and flying up. After years of eating her ‘little big brother’, Tulip has learned how to vomit you out of her stomach without taking half her lunch with you. You’re sucked into her esophagus and ride backwards up the way you came. The slick throat passes you by, sometimes rubbing against you as you move upwards. Flinging over the tongue and teeth, your landing is broken by your sister’s palm. You lie there for a moment, spitting up the bodily fluids you’d accidentally swallowed while inside your sister.
“That was so gross,” commented a female voice from beside your sister. “It was kinda neat, though,” another voice added. Whipping some more acid from your eyes, you survey your sister’s friends with a careful eye.
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