Oodles of Noodles
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
fueler
You sit up in the digesting soup of the stomach floor, leaning back against the fleshy wall and listening to the TV which Mercedez is watching at the moment. You think to yourself, so much for a peaceful weekend. The thought makes you so angry that you slam your fist down into the liquid, sending it splashing around you. Mercedez feels this and starts to giggle with delight. You are so tired… tired of being a plaything, tired of being so easy to control, and most especially tired of sliding down everybody’s throat.
You wonder if this is some kind of record for how many times you’ve been swallowed in a day, but then you remember the time that Tulip first learned how to throw you back up. You shudder, and realize that how lucky you are that Mercedez didn’t learn to do the same. You do however need to find a way out, and there are really only two choices.
Mercedez gets up off the couch and walks into the kitchen. “Ooh, I can’t believe I’m still hungry. I figured you’d be enough to enough to hold me over for the night.” She rubs her tummy, “you clearly aren’t doing your job.” You make sure to use your most sarcastic tone and reply, “Sorry about it.”
Mercedez cooks up some noodles and heads back to the living room. You wonder what you will have the pleasure of eating tonight yourself when the hatch opens above you and noodles with meat and sauce rain down on you. You grab and eat what you can catch, but you soon have your fill. She must have been really hungry, because you start to get surrounded by noodles. It keeps pouring down around you until you are up to your neck in it.
What happens next?
You wonder if this is some kind of record for how many times you’ve been swallowed in a day, but then you remember the time that Tulip first learned how to throw you back up. You shudder, and realize that how lucky you are that Mercedez didn’t learn to do the same. You do however need to find a way out, and there are really only two choices.
Mercedez gets up off the couch and walks into the kitchen. “Ooh, I can’t believe I’m still hungry. I figured you’d be enough to enough to hold me over for the night.” She rubs her tummy, “you clearly aren’t doing your job.” You make sure to use your most sarcastic tone and reply, “Sorry about it.”
Mercedez cooks up some noodles and heads back to the living room. You wonder what you will have the pleasure of eating tonight yourself when the hatch opens above you and noodles with meat and sauce rain down on you. You grab and eat what you can catch, but you soon have your fill. She must have been really hungry, because you start to get surrounded by noodles. It keeps pouring down around you until you are up to your neck in it.
What happens next?
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