The Next Morning
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
fueler
For hours, you lay inside of her stomach, sloshing and flopping around with all the motions and movements Mercedez makes through the night. You slide against the slimy pink lining of the stomach along with the queso and other fluids, which looks more and more like soup as time goes on. The girls have been having the time of their life. Movies, gossip, and lots of laughter; all of which you feel in pulsing and vibrations.
After a while the noise and movement die down. All you can feel around you is the rhythmic movement of breathing, which means Mercedez must have gone off to sleep. The warm, soft interior of her stomach seems to be lulling you to sleep as well. You try to fight it but there isn’t anything else to do, this is a problem you run in to when Tulip swallows you as well. Your eyes feel heavier and heavier, until eventually you give in.
You are awoken by the sudden feeling of falling. You open your eyes and flail around, your hands try to find purchase on anything solid but reach nothing. “Shit!” you shout as you fall. Everything you see is white except a pool of water heading right towards you. You splash into the water, and swim back up to the surface to gasp for breath. You wipe the water off of your face and look around. Looming just above you is the face of Mercedez.
The sight of her face brings reminds you of everything from yesterday. Your expression turns to a scowl, as you see her hand reach down and grab you up out of the water. “Good morning!” she says too gleefully. You decide not to dignify her with a response, which doesn’t seem to bother Mercedez. “So… what was it like in there?” she asks. “Imagine being trapped in a hot, slimy bag for hours with nothing to do”, you respond. “Oh, come on… I bet it was fun”, she winks and carries you off out of the bathroom.
You are taken to the living room where you see the rest of the girls, still sleeping, on a large blanket next to the table. Well, at least I have a way home, you think to yourself. Mercedez must have woken up early for a nature call.
She sits down on the blanket next to the other girls and decides to…
After a while the noise and movement die down. All you can feel around you is the rhythmic movement of breathing, which means Mercedez must have gone off to sleep. The warm, soft interior of her stomach seems to be lulling you to sleep as well. You try to fight it but there isn’t anything else to do, this is a problem you run in to when Tulip swallows you as well. Your eyes feel heavier and heavier, until eventually you give in.
You are awoken by the sudden feeling of falling. You open your eyes and flail around, your hands try to find purchase on anything solid but reach nothing. “Shit!” you shout as you fall. Everything you see is white except a pool of water heading right towards you. You splash into the water, and swim back up to the surface to gasp for breath. You wipe the water off of your face and look around. Looming just above you is the face of Mercedez.
The sight of her face brings reminds you of everything from yesterday. Your expression turns to a scowl, as you see her hand reach down and grab you up out of the water. “Good morning!” she says too gleefully. You decide not to dignify her with a response, which doesn’t seem to bother Mercedez. “So… what was it like in there?” she asks. “Imagine being trapped in a hot, slimy bag for hours with nothing to do”, you respond. “Oh, come on… I bet it was fun”, she winks and carries you off out of the bathroom.
You are taken to the living room where you see the rest of the girls, still sleeping, on a large blanket next to the table. Well, at least I have a way home, you think to yourself. Mercedez must have woken up early for a nature call.
She sits down on the blanket next to the other girls and decides to…
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