She refuses.
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
"Language! And you're the one who jumped into my throat like that! I thought I was going to choke!" Sora pouts, while secretly enjoying the squirming in her belly as you get yourself upright again. She'd be on the lookout for more excuses to knock you around again.
Through the stethoscope, she hears your reply: "...y didn't you just cough me up like I was saying to? I kept shouting it!" She huffs at it in response. "I thought you might get seriously hurt if I did that! And you said you survived being eaten before, so it seemed safer than coughing! Besides, I didn't hear you!"
Back upright in her stomach, you sigh, and calm down a little after hearing this. Personally, you'd rather take the risk of flying through the air and crash-landing somewhere than end up getting eaten. But it was good to know she'd been thinking of your safety at least a little, and not just having fun. "Anyway, hang on a minute - I'm going to go finish my breakfast real quick."
With a slight giggle, she starts walking back to the table, sending your surroundings into chaos again in the process.
Suddenly, as your world settles back down into calm as she sits down at the table, you realize something important. "Hey, wait!" You shout, with a start. "That girl who ate me earlier, her diet was all messed up! Her stomach wasn't very acidic!"
Your only answer is a loud gulp, shortly followed by several gallons of warm, slimy, semi-sweet liquid spilling down onto you. You move around to try to wipe the mess from your face and avoid the next load as best as you can, and then the next one, never suspecting that your young captor was secretly enjoying the sensation, and was deliberately taking her time with the rest of the food to drag your struggling out as long as possible.
Almost five full minutes later, Sora's bowl is finally empty. With a sigh of satisfaction, she puts the stethoscope back against her tummy and-
"-ERRRP!"
Half the stale air in the muscular enclosure is squeezed out as the stomach contracts, shoving you around, deafening you, and reminding you of yet another thing you hate about this whole experience. "Whoops, sorry!" Sora giggles cutely. "You okay in there, Stevie?"
"Sora! Quick! You've gotta get me out of here, that girl before..." You rush to tell her about the peculiarities of the Christine case, leaving out all the cum and other such details of course. Towards the end, you brush your hand up against your swim trunks while gesturing, and realize they feel much coarser than normal. "Oh, God! Hurry! It's already dissolving my shorts!"
"Eep!" Sora squeals and jumps up quickly, then stops for a moment. "Wait, you said it's affecting your shorts?"
"Yes! Hurry!"
""But it's not affecting you?"
"No! Not yet, but- wait..." Suddenly catching on, you frown, and start feeling yourself all over. All normal, if messy. Including your hair. "I guess... I guess I'm fine."
You hear a sigh of undisguised relief, and then some tumbling around as Sora starts walking calmly."Jeez, don't scare me like that." After a few more gulping sounds, you're met with another load of water from above, this time bringing a round, white tablet bigger than your chest along with it. "That should help keep the shorts from being ruined." Sora's voice booms again, still sounding relieved. "I don't know if I have another pair around."
You open your mouth to thank her as the pill starts bubbling in front of you, but that turns out to be a mistake as she suddenly starts walking again. Some of her used Cheerio's splash into your mouth as you go through another bellyquake without warning, and then she flops down in the couch on her back, still holding the stethoscope against her. "Hey, Stevie?" You hear her ask, after a moment, sounding a little remorseful.
"What's up?"
"You're not... mad at me, are you?"
You sigh, not that she can hear it.
"...at first I was, but since you were just trying not to hurt me then... I guess I'm just glad we're both okay." Her sigh of relief, on the other hand, you can hear plainly.
"...but!" You go on. "I still want you to throw me up sooner, rather than later already. Even if I'm not going to dissolve, I still don't like it in here!"
"Aww, c'monnn..." she whines. "I shouldn't have to do that, I won fair and square! And besides, didn't you say the worst thing about it before was being ignored the whole time? That's why I put mommy's stethoscope on, so I can hear you while you're there!"
So she had been listening. Clever girl. And you had to admit, that was a neat trick she came up with there. "I also said everything else about it was bad, remember? And you did not win fair and square! That little 'game' of yours was completely unfair!"
"Hey, what do you mean, 'unfair'!? I totally set it up to make it easy for you, you only got caught because you jumped in my mouth yourself!"
"There was milk all over my face, I couldn't see where I was jumping!"
"Well then maybe don't jump so hard! You could have just dropped off the spoon instead, you know!"
"You'd have probably just used the spoon to catch me, then!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah, well how am I supposed to know? It's not like you explained all your silly rules, and actually asked me if I wanted to play your little game!"
"Well, you kept going straight back to the middle of the bowl, so I thought you did!" Damn it, she has you there.
"...well, you still go through all the rules. Or ask me what I thought about them. Or let me make any of them myself."
There's a moment of silence. Then: "Okay, so what other rules would you have added, to make it fair?" She demands.
Well, shit, you hadn't thought of that. You can't help but feel like you're losing the argument to this twelve-year-old, as you fumble to answer. "Uh, I... first, like, e.g., you can't move the spoon around to find me. You have to use the same motion every time, besides mixing up the bowl. And no dumping the cereal back if you don't catch me. No adding more of it, either! And it has to be a whole spoonful every time, whether I'm in the spoon or not. Also, if I win..." You stop to think a moment.
"Yeah?" She giggles, shaking you around a bit.
You wipe sludge off your face, yet again. "Then you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the day, and call me 'Steve' instead of 'Stevie'. No, actually, make that 'Lord Steven'! And when I tell you to do something, you have to answer like 'Yes, m'lord~' or 'Right away, Lord Steven!~'" You call out, mimicking a high-pitched voice to call out the responses at the end. Sora laughs in response, dunking you in half-digested cereal yet again.
"Okay, fine, but I get to swallow you when I win. And you can't complain when I don't throw you up, either!"
"No way! What do you even want that for? Am I seriously that good-tasting?"
"Maybe~"
You roll your eyes. "Besides, you already did that!"
"So you'll be used to it already!" You roll your eyes.
"Y'know what? Fine. You can eat me if you win, but if I win, you have to do what I say for the rest of the week!"
"What, no way! That's too long! You don't even do what I want for a whole day if I win!"
"What you want is worse than what I want!"
"I don't know that! Okay, how 'bout this then: If you win I'll do what you said for the whole day, and if you win twice in a row then it'll be the whole week? Also, you have to do what I tell you to while you're in there." She adds, smacking her flat belly and rubbing it a couple of times.
"Alright, but this time doesn't count," you counter.
"Okay, but I don't have to throw up either!"
"You weren't going to anyway, were you? Whatever. Deal. Just make sure that you REMEMBER not to flush." You reluctantly concede.
"Deal! Yipee!" Sora quickly agrees, then jumps up in celebration. "Let's shake on it!" She laughs, bouncing up and down to shake you around.
"H-mmph! Stop th-mm!" You try to shout at her to stop so you can find the exit and get going, but you keep getting dunked in the sloshing fluid. Amused by your struggles, but sensing that you're trying to get out, Sora decides it's time for...
Through the stethoscope, she hears your reply: "...y didn't you just cough me up like I was saying to? I kept shouting it!" She huffs at it in response. "I thought you might get seriously hurt if I did that! And you said you survived being eaten before, so it seemed safer than coughing! Besides, I didn't hear you!"
Back upright in her stomach, you sigh, and calm down a little after hearing this. Personally, you'd rather take the risk of flying through the air and crash-landing somewhere than end up getting eaten. But it was good to know she'd been thinking of your safety at least a little, and not just having fun. "Anyway, hang on a minute - I'm going to go finish my breakfast real quick."
With a slight giggle, she starts walking back to the table, sending your surroundings into chaos again in the process.
Suddenly, as your world settles back down into calm as she sits down at the table, you realize something important. "Hey, wait!" You shout, with a start. "That girl who ate me earlier, her diet was all messed up! Her stomach wasn't very acidic!"
Your only answer is a loud gulp, shortly followed by several gallons of warm, slimy, semi-sweet liquid spilling down onto you. You move around to try to wipe the mess from your face and avoid the next load as best as you can, and then the next one, never suspecting that your young captor was secretly enjoying the sensation, and was deliberately taking her time with the rest of the food to drag your struggling out as long as possible.
Almost five full minutes later, Sora's bowl is finally empty. With a sigh of satisfaction, she puts the stethoscope back against her tummy and-
"-ERRRP!"
Half the stale air in the muscular enclosure is squeezed out as the stomach contracts, shoving you around, deafening you, and reminding you of yet another thing you hate about this whole experience. "Whoops, sorry!" Sora giggles cutely. "You okay in there, Stevie?"
"Sora! Quick! You've gotta get me out of here, that girl before..." You rush to tell her about the peculiarities of the Christine case, leaving out all the cum and other such details of course. Towards the end, you brush your hand up against your swim trunks while gesturing, and realize they feel much coarser than normal. "Oh, God! Hurry! It's already dissolving my shorts!"
"Eep!" Sora squeals and jumps up quickly, then stops for a moment. "Wait, you said it's affecting your shorts?"
"Yes! Hurry!"
""But it's not affecting you?"
"No! Not yet, but- wait..." Suddenly catching on, you frown, and start feeling yourself all over. All normal, if messy. Including your hair. "I guess... I guess I'm fine."
You hear a sigh of undisguised relief, and then some tumbling around as Sora starts walking calmly."Jeez, don't scare me like that." After a few more gulping sounds, you're met with another load of water from above, this time bringing a round, white tablet bigger than your chest along with it. "That should help keep the shorts from being ruined." Sora's voice booms again, still sounding relieved. "I don't know if I have another pair around."
You open your mouth to thank her as the pill starts bubbling in front of you, but that turns out to be a mistake as she suddenly starts walking again. Some of her used Cheerio's splash into your mouth as you go through another bellyquake without warning, and then she flops down in the couch on her back, still holding the stethoscope against her. "Hey, Stevie?" You hear her ask, after a moment, sounding a little remorseful.
"What's up?"
"You're not... mad at me, are you?"
You sigh, not that she can hear it.
"...at first I was, but since you were just trying not to hurt me then... I guess I'm just glad we're both okay." Her sigh of relief, on the other hand, you can hear plainly.
"...but!" You go on. "I still want you to throw me up sooner, rather than later already. Even if I'm not going to dissolve, I still don't like it in here!"
"Aww, c'monnn..." she whines. "I shouldn't have to do that, I won fair and square! And besides, didn't you say the worst thing about it before was being ignored the whole time? That's why I put mommy's stethoscope on, so I can hear you while you're there!"
So she had been listening. Clever girl. And you had to admit, that was a neat trick she came up with there. "I also said everything else about it was bad, remember? And you did not win fair and square! That little 'game' of yours was completely unfair!"
"Hey, what do you mean, 'unfair'!? I totally set it up to make it easy for you, you only got caught because you jumped in my mouth yourself!"
"There was milk all over my face, I couldn't see where I was jumping!"
"Well then maybe don't jump so hard! You could have just dropped off the spoon instead, you know!"
"You'd have probably just used the spoon to catch me, then!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah, well how am I supposed to know? It's not like you explained all your silly rules, and actually asked me if I wanted to play your little game!"
"Well, you kept going straight back to the middle of the bowl, so I thought you did!" Damn it, she has you there.
"...well, you still go through all the rules. Or ask me what I thought about them. Or let me make any of them myself."
There's a moment of silence. Then: "Okay, so what other rules would you have added, to make it fair?" She demands.
Well, shit, you hadn't thought of that. You can't help but feel like you're losing the argument to this twelve-year-old, as you fumble to answer. "Uh, I... first, like, e.g., you can't move the spoon around to find me. You have to use the same motion every time, besides mixing up the bowl. And no dumping the cereal back if you don't catch me. No adding more of it, either! And it has to be a whole spoonful every time, whether I'm in the spoon or not. Also, if I win..." You stop to think a moment.
"Yeah?" She giggles, shaking you around a bit.
You wipe sludge off your face, yet again. "Then you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the day, and call me 'Steve' instead of 'Stevie'. No, actually, make that 'Lord Steven'! And when I tell you to do something, you have to answer like 'Yes, m'lord~' or 'Right away, Lord Steven!~'" You call out, mimicking a high-pitched voice to call out the responses at the end. Sora laughs in response, dunking you in half-digested cereal yet again.
"Okay, fine, but I get to swallow you when I win. And you can't complain when I don't throw you up, either!"
"No way! What do you even want that for? Am I seriously that good-tasting?"
"Maybe~"
You roll your eyes. "Besides, you already did that!"
"So you'll be used to it already!" You roll your eyes.
"Y'know what? Fine. You can eat me if you win, but if I win, you have to do what I say for the rest of the week!"
"What, no way! That's too long! You don't even do what I want for a whole day if I win!"
"What you want is worse than what I want!"
"I don't know that! Okay, how 'bout this then: If you win I'll do what you said for the whole day, and if you win twice in a row then it'll be the whole week? Also, you have to do what I tell you to while you're in there." She adds, smacking her flat belly and rubbing it a couple of times.
"Alright, but this time doesn't count," you counter.
"Okay, but I don't have to throw up either!"
"You weren't going to anyway, were you? Whatever. Deal. Just make sure that you REMEMBER not to flush." You reluctantly concede.
"Deal! Yipee!" Sora quickly agrees, then jumps up in celebration. "Let's shake on it!" She laughs, bouncing up and down to shake you around.
"H-mmph! Stop th-mm!" You try to shout at her to stop so you can find the exit and get going, but you keep getting dunked in the sloshing fluid. Amused by your struggles, but sensing that you're trying to get out, Sora decides it's time for...
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