I get gulped down, then I get up again...
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 32
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
Just when you're about to give up on the stomach, and move on, a series of familiar-sounding gulps start to rock the world around you, and a wave of lukewarm liquid crashes down over your head. Immediately, you feel a sudden stinging sensation as the water around you starts to bubble, and you hack and cough as noxious gas starts filling up what little space you have left to breath in. It's CO2! You realize. Your captor just downed a glass of soda water!
Just as you think this, a sudden violent rocking sends you bouncing around the stomach walls, along with crashing waves of hissing fluid, and you feel the muscly sack start to swell and expand as the pressure builds up enough to make your ears pop.
*ERRRRRP!*
This isn't your first time at the rodeo, so to speak.
Sadly, you've spent so many years being swallowed down and then burped back up for fun by your bratty sister and her friends, your body instinctively turns to swan-dive along with the flow before you even realize just what's happening. Apparently, even a full year of living on (or rather, under) the streets has yet to dull your reflexes on that front.
Just as Tulip, along with even some of her friends, has spent enough time swallowing you that she doesn't even need fizzy drinks to burp you back up anymore, you too have learned how to get out of there as quickly as possible - when you knew it was coming, anyway. If you dive forward and go along with it, like this, you'll shoot through cleanly and have the gas propel you right up no proble- wait. "My shorts!" You realize, as you start reaching the top of the tight, slippery tunnel, riding up into the back of Sora's throat.
Too late now. Throat muscles tighten and flex around you, and with a short series of gagging sounds, you find yourself expelled headfirst onto the wet, bumpy surface of Sora's tongue in a pool of sour, acidic slime. Stale air rushes by you and flows out between clenched teeth and parted lips.
Then, Sora traps her little prize in place and sucks him dry, making a face as she traps you against the roof of her mouth and swallows back the foul-tasting bile and spit that you came up with. A moment later, the floor tilts down for you as the enormous jaws start to open again. With your eyes shut tight against the light and holding your hands down over your crotch, you're spit out into Sora's open hand, which immediately closes around you and lifts you high over her head.
"YES! YESSS! I DID IT!" She hoots with glee, spinning around in celebration. "KITTY COUGHED UP HER FOOD FIRST TRY! WE ARE SO DOING THAT AGAIN, RIGHT MOUSEY!?"
Apparently forgetting how mad she was mere minutes ago, Sora comes to a stop and holds you out in front of her face. You blush, and struggle for words as you sit meekly wrapped in her fist, your arms pinned down in front of your groin.
"What?" She asks, blinking at your reaction.
"My- um. You're not touching anything, sort of, but... I still don't have my shorts..." You stammer awkwardly, looking away in embarrassment as you try to hold still in her hand.
"So?"
"W-what?" The answer takes you by surprise, but she continues on unfazed.
"My parents are doctors, silly. And besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before" she says matter-of-factly, then strides abruptly over to the kitchen table and takes a seat without opening her fist.
"But- but..." you protest, suddenly conscious of the fingers wrapped around your legs and torso. You try to shift yourself around in her grip, and find it gentle but quite unyielding.
"But butt! That's exactly right!" Sora giggles at your discomfort, and cracks a joke. "If you couldn't find them in my belly, then they must have moved on to the intestines, right? After leaving the stomach they'll be treated with sodium bicarbonate secreted from the... uh, the first part of the small intestine, neutralizing all my stomach acid." She chides, losing momentum for a moment as she forgets the name, then rallies again.
"...and my body won't absorb a bunch of regular cotton, so you can pick them back up again on your way down to my butt!" She finishes, with a smug and triumphant little grin.
You start to feel a little angry about how flippant she's being, all things considered. Sure, maybe she saved you from the sewers. And, she seemed like a good enough kid at heart that you didn't mind putting up with all her games so far. But that didn't mean she's allowed to just do whatever she wants. Just as you're about to give her a piece of your mind, however, she speaks again:
"Besides, it's perfectly normal for pets to not wear any clothes. Dressing them up is weird, if anything." Sora comments, so casually you stop and wonder if you'd heard her quite correctly.
"Wait- what!?" You shout, incredulous, suddenly remembering what she'd said back in her room. She wouldn't be the first girl in your life to suddenly turn psycho and go down this path, but-
Sora cocks her head in puzzlement. "What?" She asks innocently, raising her other hand to paw at her ear playfully. "We made a deal, remember? Mousey?"
"O-oh. Uh, yeah." Right. Somehow, you hadn't really registered her using that 'p' word before. "Right. Just for today, though!" You try to sound stern when you say this, but Sora looks like she's holding back a laugh, as she nods along with your admonishment. "Uh-huh. Yeah. Totally." She says unconvincingly, biting her lip and trying not to smile.
"I'm serious!"
"If you say so, Steviiieee~"
Deciding not to entertain her teasing, you press on. "And get me something else to wear already! At least like a loincloth or something!" You start to squirm against her fingers again as you say this.
To your frustration, Sora not only fails to relax her grip any, but also answers you with a cheeky shake of the head. "Nah. If I did that then you'd probably lose it right away, and then I'll end up choking on you again. No, thanks!" She taunts, a hint of warning in her tone revealing that she's not quite over that whole ordeal.
"Look, I'm serious! No more playing until I've got the shorts back, alright? I mean it!" You shout firmly, trying to hide your growing sense of dread. She leans in and looks like she's about to say more, but then her hand flies over her mouth and her cheeks flush red as she lets out a little belch. Turning away from the sudden, stale breeze, you look back a second later to see her eyes go wide with surprise. A moment later, she's back to looking as if nothing had happened, although apparently forgetting what she was about to say.
"Uhh... what's that about?" You call out, raising an eyebrow. "If you're trying for 'miss prim-and-proper', that ship set sail about a dozen poop jokes ago..."
"H-hey!" Sora starts to turn red again in response to your teasing. But then, the sight of the bowls sitting underneath her little captive, wriggling slightly in her grasp, serve to remind her again just who's in charge here. Turning up her nose, she "hmph!"s indignantly and flicks her wrist, suddenly flipping her little pet upside-down and giving him a good, close-up view of what's in store for him.
At the same time, she uses the distraction to spit the sodden strip of cloth she'd just burped up into her hand, and quickly shove it into the front pocket of her pajamas. By the time you've managed to regain your bearings and look back up at her, there's no sign she ever had the little blue swim trunks in the first place.
"See that, Mousey?" Sora chirps as she holds you upside down over the table, three little white dipping bowls laid out side-by-side below you. Thanks to still reeking of stomach juices at the time, you hadn't noticed it before, but a powerful wave of aromas starts to assail you now, as you're held over each of their contents in turn.
To your left, a bowl of chocolate syrup of some kind, giving off a mild air of warmth and a smell of fudge.
In the middle, what looks like cheese dip, steaming slightly with what feels like sauna-like levels of heat.
To the right, olive oil with herbs mixed in, maybe, like in an Italian restaurant? The fragrant scent coming from the golden solution inside seems to confirm your suspicions, as Sora starts to talk to you again.
"You still owe Kitty her little snack, but! Since ya tried t' put up a fight instead of going down nicely earlier, I figured ya didn't want to make it quick after all! I knew you'd change your mind about the dip~ I'll even let you pick which one!"
You shout "Sora, listen! I'm not- ah!"
The hand that was holding you so firmly suddenly makes as if to drop you into a pool of chocolate, shutting you up right away. "Yah-huh!" Sora cuts in. "'Cause you still owe me for losing the game earlier, and I'm still mad at you for what you did! I'm always careful with you, you know!"
"You swallowed me a bunch of times! And sat on me!"
"Yeah. So? You said you could handle it. I never said I was choke-proof! Look, be a good sport and I'll let you off the hook when you come out okay?" She lectures, patting you on the head with the tip of her finger.
"...goddammit." You sigh.
"Hey! Language!" She scolds, swatting your head with the same fingertip.
"Sorry," you grumble. Sora smiles.
"So? What kinda snack ya wanna be, huh?"
"I choose neither."
"If you don't hurry up and pick, I'll get some bean dip instead..." Sora threatens.
Just as you think this, a sudden violent rocking sends you bouncing around the stomach walls, along with crashing waves of hissing fluid, and you feel the muscly sack start to swell and expand as the pressure builds up enough to make your ears pop.
*ERRRRRP!*
This isn't your first time at the rodeo, so to speak.
Sadly, you've spent so many years being swallowed down and then burped back up for fun by your bratty sister and her friends, your body instinctively turns to swan-dive along with the flow before you even realize just what's happening. Apparently, even a full year of living on (or rather, under) the streets has yet to dull your reflexes on that front.
Just as Tulip, along with even some of her friends, has spent enough time swallowing you that she doesn't even need fizzy drinks to burp you back up anymore, you too have learned how to get out of there as quickly as possible - when you knew it was coming, anyway. If you dive forward and go along with it, like this, you'll shoot through cleanly and have the gas propel you right up no proble- wait. "My shorts!" You realize, as you start reaching the top of the tight, slippery tunnel, riding up into the back of Sora's throat.
Too late now. Throat muscles tighten and flex around you, and with a short series of gagging sounds, you find yourself expelled headfirst onto the wet, bumpy surface of Sora's tongue in a pool of sour, acidic slime. Stale air rushes by you and flows out between clenched teeth and parted lips.
Then, Sora traps her little prize in place and sucks him dry, making a face as she traps you against the roof of her mouth and swallows back the foul-tasting bile and spit that you came up with. A moment later, the floor tilts down for you as the enormous jaws start to open again. With your eyes shut tight against the light and holding your hands down over your crotch, you're spit out into Sora's open hand, which immediately closes around you and lifts you high over her head.
"YES! YESSS! I DID IT!" She hoots with glee, spinning around in celebration. "KITTY COUGHED UP HER FOOD FIRST TRY! WE ARE SO DOING THAT AGAIN, RIGHT MOUSEY!?"
Apparently forgetting how mad she was mere minutes ago, Sora comes to a stop and holds you out in front of her face. You blush, and struggle for words as you sit meekly wrapped in her fist, your arms pinned down in front of your groin.
"What?" She asks, blinking at your reaction.
"My- um. You're not touching anything, sort of, but... I still don't have my shorts..." You stammer awkwardly, looking away in embarrassment as you try to hold still in her hand.
"So?"
"W-what?" The answer takes you by surprise, but she continues on unfazed.
"My parents are doctors, silly. And besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before" she says matter-of-factly, then strides abruptly over to the kitchen table and takes a seat without opening her fist.
"But- but..." you protest, suddenly conscious of the fingers wrapped around your legs and torso. You try to shift yourself around in her grip, and find it gentle but quite unyielding.
"But butt! That's exactly right!" Sora giggles at your discomfort, and cracks a joke. "If you couldn't find them in my belly, then they must have moved on to the intestines, right? After leaving the stomach they'll be treated with sodium bicarbonate secreted from the... uh, the first part of the small intestine, neutralizing all my stomach acid." She chides, losing momentum for a moment as she forgets the name, then rallies again.
"...and my body won't absorb a bunch of regular cotton, so you can pick them back up again on your way down to my butt!" She finishes, with a smug and triumphant little grin.
You start to feel a little angry about how flippant she's being, all things considered. Sure, maybe she saved you from the sewers. And, she seemed like a good enough kid at heart that you didn't mind putting up with all her games so far. But that didn't mean she's allowed to just do whatever she wants. Just as you're about to give her a piece of your mind, however, she speaks again:
"Besides, it's perfectly normal for pets to not wear any clothes. Dressing them up is weird, if anything." Sora comments, so casually you stop and wonder if you'd heard her quite correctly.
"Wait- what!?" You shout, incredulous, suddenly remembering what she'd said back in her room. She wouldn't be the first girl in your life to suddenly turn psycho and go down this path, but-
Sora cocks her head in puzzlement. "What?" She asks innocently, raising her other hand to paw at her ear playfully. "We made a deal, remember? Mousey?"
"O-oh. Uh, yeah." Right. Somehow, you hadn't really registered her using that 'p' word before. "Right. Just for today, though!" You try to sound stern when you say this, but Sora looks like she's holding back a laugh, as she nods along with your admonishment. "Uh-huh. Yeah. Totally." She says unconvincingly, biting her lip and trying not to smile.
"I'm serious!"
"If you say so, Steviiieee~"
Deciding not to entertain her teasing, you press on. "And get me something else to wear already! At least like a loincloth or something!" You start to squirm against her fingers again as you say this.
To your frustration, Sora not only fails to relax her grip any, but also answers you with a cheeky shake of the head. "Nah. If I did that then you'd probably lose it right away, and then I'll end up choking on you again. No, thanks!" She taunts, a hint of warning in her tone revealing that she's not quite over that whole ordeal.
"Look, I'm serious! No more playing until I've got the shorts back, alright? I mean it!" You shout firmly, trying to hide your growing sense of dread. She leans in and looks like she's about to say more, but then her hand flies over her mouth and her cheeks flush red as she lets out a little belch. Turning away from the sudden, stale breeze, you look back a second later to see her eyes go wide with surprise. A moment later, she's back to looking as if nothing had happened, although apparently forgetting what she was about to say.
"Uhh... what's that about?" You call out, raising an eyebrow. "If you're trying for 'miss prim-and-proper', that ship set sail about a dozen poop jokes ago..."
"H-hey!" Sora starts to turn red again in response to your teasing. But then, the sight of the bowls sitting underneath her little captive, wriggling slightly in her grasp, serve to remind her again just who's in charge here. Turning up her nose, she "hmph!"s indignantly and flicks her wrist, suddenly flipping her little pet upside-down and giving him a good, close-up view of what's in store for him.
At the same time, she uses the distraction to spit the sodden strip of cloth she'd just burped up into her hand, and quickly shove it into the front pocket of her pajamas. By the time you've managed to regain your bearings and look back up at her, there's no sign she ever had the little blue swim trunks in the first place.
"See that, Mousey?" Sora chirps as she holds you upside down over the table, three little white dipping bowls laid out side-by-side below you. Thanks to still reeking of stomach juices at the time, you hadn't noticed it before, but a powerful wave of aromas starts to assail you now, as you're held over each of their contents in turn.
To your left, a bowl of chocolate syrup of some kind, giving off a mild air of warmth and a smell of fudge.
In the middle, what looks like cheese dip, steaming slightly with what feels like sauna-like levels of heat.
To the right, olive oil with herbs mixed in, maybe, like in an Italian restaurant? The fragrant scent coming from the golden solution inside seems to confirm your suspicions, as Sora starts to talk to you again.
"You still owe Kitty her little snack, but! Since ya tried t' put up a fight instead of going down nicely earlier, I figured ya didn't want to make it quick after all! I knew you'd change your mind about the dip~ I'll even let you pick which one!"
You shout "Sora, listen! I'm not- ah!"
The hand that was holding you so firmly suddenly makes as if to drop you into a pool of chocolate, shutting you up right away. "Yah-huh!" Sora cuts in. "'Cause you still owe me for losing the game earlier, and I'm still mad at you for what you did! I'm always careful with you, you know!"
"You swallowed me a bunch of times! And sat on me!"
"Yeah. So? You said you could handle it. I never said I was choke-proof! Look, be a good sport and I'll let you off the hook when you come out okay?" She lectures, patting you on the head with the tip of her finger.
"...goddammit." You sigh.
"Hey! Language!" She scolds, swatting your head with the same fingertip.
"Sorry," you grumble. Sora smiles.
"So? What kinda snack ya wanna be, huh?"
"I choose neither."
"If you don't hurry up and pick, I'll get some bean dip instead..." Sora threatens.
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