So close and yet so far...
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Adrenaline adds speed to your search as you dig through a pile of melted cheese and chewed crust to pull your son free. He's been through a lot today already, what with the trip into your daughter's panties and now another trip down that same daughter's throat and your parenting instinct is in full gear as you try to find him. You're slightly disconcerted to her hear your daughter giggle at the sensations your making in her belly before she beings to hum softly to herself.
"Jet!" you call as you continue to dig. The crying is getting a little louder; but you're quickly running out of sludge to find him in. "Jet, where are you?"
":::::sniff::::: Dad?!" your son finally replies, although you your own confusion only increases as his reply is very muffled.
"I'm here, Jet, Daddy's come to get you," you say as reassuringly as you can. You can't see in the inky black darkness of your daughters stomach, but even so, you know perfectly well that somethings wrong when you reach bottom and only feel the stomach floor.
"H-h-hurry Dad," you son calls out between sobs.
"I'm trying sweetie," you reply, doing your best to keep the panic out of your own voice. By this point your on your hands and knees in your daughters half digested pizza and stomach enzymes feeling along the floor for the other opening you know is there.
"Uh, Jet," you call, "did you get sucked into another tube?" You finally find the tightly closed sphincter to your left and a moment later, you are filled with both relief and growing horror as your son's voices answers from the other side.
"Uh-huh! Hurry!"
No! He's already been pulled into her intestines. It's a one way ride from there unless you can think of something quick!
"Listen Jet, I know your scared, but I'm gonna get you out of here. I need your help now. I want you to push where you entered the tube, okay?"
You can feel as the closed ring below you rises slightly as your son pushes with all of is tiny tiny might. You do your best to work your hand into the center to force it open; but can't even work a finger in. This opening only allows food to go one way and it isn't changing the rules for you.
After a moment the pushing from below stops only to be following by a terrified scream from your son.
"Daaaaad!"
He sounds even farther now. If you don't reach him soon, it might be too late. Quickly, you jump to your feet and waving your hands blindly in front of you, manage to feel your way to the nearest stomach wall where you immediately begin pounding.
You daughter only giggles at your onslaught for a moment.
"Daddy-doll, that feels nice," she says, "keep doing that."
"No," you call as loud as you can while you continue to pound on the slick walls, "Jenny you need to throw me up! Hurry!"
If she is able to hear you, she certainly gives no indication of it.
"That really feels good," she says at last and you're momentary pushed back into the frothing contents of your daughters stomach when the wall your beating on is pushed inwards by her rubbing her belly from the outside.
"Shit!" you say. Your in your daughters dark bubbling tummy, you can no longer hear your son who's been pulled into your daughters intestinal track, and now your daughter can't (or won't) hear you. Can't you just catch a break?!
"Mom!" you hear your daughter squeal out suddenly. A moment later your entire world is nothing short of chaos as the stomach contests are shaken violently by your daughter jumping up and running to your wife as she comes in the door. You experience a strange feeling of vertigo as your daughter is lifted into your wifes arms and you are forced against a stomach wall as your wife momentarily spins around with her daughter in her arms.
Finally she puts your daughter down. You try to climb to your feet, but your daughter is in motion as she follows at your wifes heels.
"Mom?" you hear her ask, "is it true that anything that goes in your stomach is turned to poop?"
Your horror only escalates as your wife answers, "Well, no sweetie, not 'everything'. Food will. But there are plenty of things that won't. Like if you swallowed a quarter."
"Oh," you daughter replies, "how about a doll?" And at that moment you hated that nickname more than you ever had before.
"Well, my angel," you wife replies calmly, "I don't think you could really swallow any of your dolls. But, I'm sure that if you managed to swallow Barbie, she'd make it through alright. Though I don't think you'd want to play with her after that."
"Oh," you daughter replies again and giggles. She continues to follow your wife for a minute longer before she speaks again.
"Mommy..."
"Jet!" you call as you continue to dig. The crying is getting a little louder; but you're quickly running out of sludge to find him in. "Jet, where are you?"
":::::sniff::::: Dad?!" your son finally replies, although you your own confusion only increases as his reply is very muffled.
"I'm here, Jet, Daddy's come to get you," you say as reassuringly as you can. You can't see in the inky black darkness of your daughters stomach, but even so, you know perfectly well that somethings wrong when you reach bottom and only feel the stomach floor.
"H-h-hurry Dad," you son calls out between sobs.
"I'm trying sweetie," you reply, doing your best to keep the panic out of your own voice. By this point your on your hands and knees in your daughters half digested pizza and stomach enzymes feeling along the floor for the other opening you know is there.
"Uh, Jet," you call, "did you get sucked into another tube?" You finally find the tightly closed sphincter to your left and a moment later, you are filled with both relief and growing horror as your son's voices answers from the other side.
"Uh-huh! Hurry!"
No! He's already been pulled into her intestines. It's a one way ride from there unless you can think of something quick!
"Listen Jet, I know your scared, but I'm gonna get you out of here. I need your help now. I want you to push where you entered the tube, okay?"
You can feel as the closed ring below you rises slightly as your son pushes with all of is tiny tiny might. You do your best to work your hand into the center to force it open; but can't even work a finger in. This opening only allows food to go one way and it isn't changing the rules for you.
After a moment the pushing from below stops only to be following by a terrified scream from your son.
"Daaaaad!"
He sounds even farther now. If you don't reach him soon, it might be too late. Quickly, you jump to your feet and waving your hands blindly in front of you, manage to feel your way to the nearest stomach wall where you immediately begin pounding.
You daughter only giggles at your onslaught for a moment.
"Daddy-doll, that feels nice," she says, "keep doing that."
"No," you call as loud as you can while you continue to pound on the slick walls, "Jenny you need to throw me up! Hurry!"
If she is able to hear you, she certainly gives no indication of it.
"That really feels good," she says at last and you're momentary pushed back into the frothing contents of your daughters stomach when the wall your beating on is pushed inwards by her rubbing her belly from the outside.
"Shit!" you say. Your in your daughters dark bubbling tummy, you can no longer hear your son who's been pulled into your daughters intestinal track, and now your daughter can't (or won't) hear you. Can't you just catch a break?!
"Mom!" you hear your daughter squeal out suddenly. A moment later your entire world is nothing short of chaos as the stomach contests are shaken violently by your daughter jumping up and running to your wife as she comes in the door. You experience a strange feeling of vertigo as your daughter is lifted into your wifes arms and you are forced against a stomach wall as your wife momentarily spins around with her daughter in her arms.
Finally she puts your daughter down. You try to climb to your feet, but your daughter is in motion as she follows at your wifes heels.
"Mom?" you hear her ask, "is it true that anything that goes in your stomach is turned to poop?"
Your horror only escalates as your wife answers, "Well, no sweetie, not 'everything'. Food will. But there are plenty of things that won't. Like if you swallowed a quarter."
"Oh," you daughter replies, "how about a doll?" And at that moment you hated that nickname more than you ever had before.
"Well, my angel," you wife replies calmly, "I don't think you could really swallow any of your dolls. But, I'm sure that if you managed to swallow Barbie, she'd make it through alright. Though I don't think you'd want to play with her after that."
"Oh," you daughter replies again and giggles. She continues to follow your wife for a minute longer before she speaks again.
"Mommy..."
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