Bad Time in Belly
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Surrounded by mashed up, saliva drenched bits of food, you feel you're own breakfast threaten to come spewing out. The barely recognizable pieces of a peanut butter and jam sandwich bob up and down in the pool of digestive enzymes around you. Pushing aside a large chuck of soggy bread, you wade your way to the side of the stomach and pound against the wrinkly wall.
"Let me out, Tulip!" You cry out desperately. "You know how bad it getting in the stomach after someone eats!" After years of being in this exact same situation, you have learned more then enough about the stomach and all it's delightful functions. Without food to digest, the stomach is just a steamy sack of flesh with juices building up at the bottom, but add food and everything changes. Digestive enzymes pour in, raising the water level over your neck. Then the food is melts down, creating a bubbling caldron that mixes the liquefied meal together around you. It’s a horrible experience that you know too well. You won’t be hurt, but it’s so humiliating and gross that afterwards all you want is to wash your whole body raw.
Worst of all is what comes after, the pool of digested food is sucked into the intestines, and if you go with the flow of liquid, you’ll be spending the whole day with the food as it becomes the final product of digestion. Shuddering all over at the thought of that, you hit the walls of Tulip’s stomach harder, begging her to let you out.
You’re sister doesn’t respond, you know she can hear you, but just chooses not to say anything. Giving up seems like the best thing, when you see the stomach start wobbling and then hear the gleeful laughter of your sister.
“Of coarse I know how bad it gets in the stomach when foods digested, stupid. I must have heard you complain about it a million times. Oh, boohoo. The stomach is so horrible. It makes me feel dirty and icky,” your sister mocks as you dumbly look around you. Time is running out, the fluid around the food is bubbling as it sinks deeper into the digestive pool. “Help!” You cry out again, feeling the current of the liquid start pulling you back. It’s going to be a tsunami in Tulip’s stomach soon and you’re going to be in the middle of it.
“Have a good swim, bro,” your sister giggles before you’re pulled under. You swim against the current, trying to stay above the foul soup, but failing pitifully. You swallow down mouthfuls of mushed up food and are thrown from one end of the stomach to the other. You are completely helpless against Tulips belly and can do nothing but be tossed around like a rag doll. While you’re being tormented, Tulip is lying down, eyes closed and savoring the tickling sensation of your body being flung around inside her.
After awhile, the stomach settles, you’re lucky Tulip only had a sandwich, anymore food and you would be tossed around for hours. Now comes the worst part. A small whirlpool forms at the side of the stomach; you immediately start swimming away from it. That whirlpool will send you right into the intestines, where you’ll send the rest of the day getting to know the mushy leftover food up close and personally. You swim faster, but still are being pulled in slowly. You have to out swim this, you simply must. You are not spending a Saturday in your sister’s bowels.
"Let me out, Tulip!" You cry out desperately. "You know how bad it getting in the stomach after someone eats!" After years of being in this exact same situation, you have learned more then enough about the stomach and all it's delightful functions. Without food to digest, the stomach is just a steamy sack of flesh with juices building up at the bottom, but add food and everything changes. Digestive enzymes pour in, raising the water level over your neck. Then the food is melts down, creating a bubbling caldron that mixes the liquefied meal together around you. It’s a horrible experience that you know too well. You won’t be hurt, but it’s so humiliating and gross that afterwards all you want is to wash your whole body raw.
Worst of all is what comes after, the pool of digested food is sucked into the intestines, and if you go with the flow of liquid, you’ll be spending the whole day with the food as it becomes the final product of digestion. Shuddering all over at the thought of that, you hit the walls of Tulip’s stomach harder, begging her to let you out.
You’re sister doesn’t respond, you know she can hear you, but just chooses not to say anything. Giving up seems like the best thing, when you see the stomach start wobbling and then hear the gleeful laughter of your sister.
“Of coarse I know how bad it gets in the stomach when foods digested, stupid. I must have heard you complain about it a million times. Oh, boohoo. The stomach is so horrible. It makes me feel dirty and icky,” your sister mocks as you dumbly look around you. Time is running out, the fluid around the food is bubbling as it sinks deeper into the digestive pool. “Help!” You cry out again, feeling the current of the liquid start pulling you back. It’s going to be a tsunami in Tulip’s stomach soon and you’re going to be in the middle of it.
“Have a good swim, bro,” your sister giggles before you’re pulled under. You swim against the current, trying to stay above the foul soup, but failing pitifully. You swallow down mouthfuls of mushed up food and are thrown from one end of the stomach to the other. You are completely helpless against Tulips belly and can do nothing but be tossed around like a rag doll. While you’re being tormented, Tulip is lying down, eyes closed and savoring the tickling sensation of your body being flung around inside her.
After awhile, the stomach settles, you’re lucky Tulip only had a sandwich, anymore food and you would be tossed around for hours. Now comes the worst part. A small whirlpool forms at the side of the stomach; you immediately start swimming away from it. That whirlpool will send you right into the intestines, where you’ll send the rest of the day getting to know the mushy leftover food up close and personally. You swim faster, but still are being pulled in slowly. You have to out swim this, you simply must. You are not spending a Saturday in your sister’s bowels.
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