Nice
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
jerectamalic
Your mother and older sister both speak very highly of the female police officer you find yourself inside. The few times you've met her she's been very kind hearted, but you can never tell until you're alone with someone. As far as you know, right now you're as alone with Emily as you can get. "Yes!" You reply in Morse code, hoping that she'll be good.
The middle aged officer caresses her stomach. "Well I'm glad you let me know Steve. Your family is worried sick and I'm sure it'll put them at ease to know that you've been in my stomach the whole time. I'm certainly glad, I was worried about you, and also what that girl shoved down my throat during her surprise French kiss. You're much more welcome than a drug any day." She says in relief, sitting down on her bed. "Don't worry, I'm texting Rache right now to let her know her little boy is safe and sound. Then we can work on letting you out, okay?" She tells you as she begins texting.
You're relieved to hear all that and relax to patiently wait. You aren't too sure how you're still in her stomach, you should be moving along pretty soon, considering when you were forced down her throat. Then again, for all you know, you woke up pretty early, or you just haven't noticed her stomach working around you. You settle on the last one when a sudden flex of the stomach wall makes you lose your balance and you fall deeper into her stomach. Looks like you're taking the scenic route through Emily, especially considering that her stomach starts pushing you towards the sphincter onwards and your own struggles don't seem to be making a difference. "Steve? What's happening? Am I too late?" You hear Emily question as you are shoved into her duodenum.
"Yeah." You reply through Morse code in her small intestine. "Looks like you've got me for another eight to ten hours." You tap out as you are slowly pulled deeper into her guts.
"Sorry about that..." Emily says with a sigh. She texts your mom some more, letting her know that some digestive complications have come up and you'll be late. "Well, looks like I'm your sitter for the day. Glad I'm off." She says as she pats you through her innards. "You'll have to let me know when you reach the exit, in the mean time, I've got a day off to enjoy." She says, getting up and stretching. "You can still chat with me though, it's nice to have some company." She adds as she begins to walk around her apartment.
The middle aged officer caresses her stomach. "Well I'm glad you let me know Steve. Your family is worried sick and I'm sure it'll put them at ease to know that you've been in my stomach the whole time. I'm certainly glad, I was worried about you, and also what that girl shoved down my throat during her surprise French kiss. You're much more welcome than a drug any day." She says in relief, sitting down on her bed. "Don't worry, I'm texting Rache right now to let her know her little boy is safe and sound. Then we can work on letting you out, okay?" She tells you as she begins texting.
You're relieved to hear all that and relax to patiently wait. You aren't too sure how you're still in her stomach, you should be moving along pretty soon, considering when you were forced down her throat. Then again, for all you know, you woke up pretty early, or you just haven't noticed her stomach working around you. You settle on the last one when a sudden flex of the stomach wall makes you lose your balance and you fall deeper into her stomach. Looks like you're taking the scenic route through Emily, especially considering that her stomach starts pushing you towards the sphincter onwards and your own struggles don't seem to be making a difference. "Steve? What's happening? Am I too late?" You hear Emily question as you are shoved into her duodenum.
"Yeah." You reply through Morse code in her small intestine. "Looks like you've got me for another eight to ten hours." You tap out as you are slowly pulled deeper into her guts.
"Sorry about that..." Emily says with a sigh. She texts your mom some more, letting her know that some digestive complications have come up and you'll be late. "Well, looks like I'm your sitter for the day. Glad I'm off." She says as she pats you through her innards. "You'll have to let me know when you reach the exit, in the mean time, I've got a day off to enjoy." She says, getting up and stretching. "You can still chat with me though, it's nice to have some company." She adds as she begins to walk around her apartment.
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