Escape To Where?
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You stare back into Mandy’s open mouth, your only way of reaching your son. It would be so easy to slip back into the slippery, dripping cavern and travel down Mandy’s throat. You’ve been swallowed so much today traveling to another belly didn’t scare you. You worry about your son, especially at how accepting he’s become with being eaten by others and treated like a toy. You need to talk to him and that almost makes you crawl back into Mandy’s mouth. However, you tried reaching your son before and that only made things worse. If you really want to help him, you need to get to someone that doesn’t see you as daddy-doll, but another human being. Turning away from Mandy’s drooling maw, you travel down the bed to get help.
You stare at the giant young girl, so small and innocent to a normal person, but a literal man-eater to you. She’s rolled to her side, her belly becoming exposed as she turned. Gazing at her soft, slightly chubby gut, you decided to do one last thing before you go. Quickly running up to the wall of flesh, you press your palm down against the area just above the belly button. “Jet! Jet!” You call out, glancing up to make sure you haven’t woken the giant girl. You call his name again before you feel movement beneath the flesh. You shudder a bit, its disturbing to think your child is inside this girl and the only thing separating you is blood and flesh. Rubbing the area where you can feel movement, you speak to your soon and just hope he can hear you inside this beast of a little girl.
“I’m going to get mom. I’ll be back soon; you just try not to get sucked into the intestines. We’ll get you out, I promise.” The flesh vibrates under your palm. It’s impossible to tell if he heard you, but at least you tried. Staring one last time at the stomach that had been your prison, you dash off to get some help.
Sliding down the sheets hanging off the bed, you hit the ground running. Usually you’re a bit more careful moving around, taking your time to make sure your safe, but you’re in a rush. Even running as fast as you can, it takes a few minutes to reach her door. Dropping to your belly, you crawl under the bottom of her bedroom door to the hallway. Catching your breath, one step closer to getting some help, you glance down both ends of the hallway. Mandy’s room is between her parent’s room and her sister’s room. You can hear people talking in both locations, but you hesitate. Who should you go to for help?
The logical choice should be Mandy’s mother, Joyce. She was the only adult in the house and had your wife’s number in case of emergencies. However, your not so sure that she’s the person you want to deal with right now. Joyce was a beautiful woman; your wife often said that her husband had married way up and it was true. However, Joyce was also a very unhappy woman. She constantly complained about her husband and kids whenever you saw her, telling you how she never felt appreciated. Her attitude wasn’t that worrying, but the way she treated you did send off a few warnings. Whenever you were around she always asked to hold you, saying it felt good to have a man she could carry around with her wherever she goes. She often joked with your wife about trading husbands, Ashley could have hers to fix up the house and she could have you to finally have someone who won’t run away. Ashley thought she was joking, but that smug smile she got when she looked at you just made you unsure about her trustworthiness.
The other choice was the oldest child in the house, Mandy’s teenage sister Natalie and her friend who you overheard from Mandy’s intestines. You didn’t know much about Natalie and nothing about her friend. Whenever you saw her she was either on the phone or too busy to look at you. She seemed like a typical apathetic teenager, which might be either good or bad for you. Over the years you’ve dealt with a lot of teens that saw you as just an adult they can push around, but some just help you out to get back to whatever they are doing. Natalie and her friend might help you or just shove you into a drawer to deal with later.
It was a tough call, but you had to trust someone, but who?
You stare at the giant young girl, so small and innocent to a normal person, but a literal man-eater to you. She’s rolled to her side, her belly becoming exposed as she turned. Gazing at her soft, slightly chubby gut, you decided to do one last thing before you go. Quickly running up to the wall of flesh, you press your palm down against the area just above the belly button. “Jet! Jet!” You call out, glancing up to make sure you haven’t woken the giant girl. You call his name again before you feel movement beneath the flesh. You shudder a bit, its disturbing to think your child is inside this girl and the only thing separating you is blood and flesh. Rubbing the area where you can feel movement, you speak to your soon and just hope he can hear you inside this beast of a little girl.
“I’m going to get mom. I’ll be back soon; you just try not to get sucked into the intestines. We’ll get you out, I promise.” The flesh vibrates under your palm. It’s impossible to tell if he heard you, but at least you tried. Staring one last time at the stomach that had been your prison, you dash off to get some help.
Sliding down the sheets hanging off the bed, you hit the ground running. Usually you’re a bit more careful moving around, taking your time to make sure your safe, but you’re in a rush. Even running as fast as you can, it takes a few minutes to reach her door. Dropping to your belly, you crawl under the bottom of her bedroom door to the hallway. Catching your breath, one step closer to getting some help, you glance down both ends of the hallway. Mandy’s room is between her parent’s room and her sister’s room. You can hear people talking in both locations, but you hesitate. Who should you go to for help?
The logical choice should be Mandy’s mother, Joyce. She was the only adult in the house and had your wife’s number in case of emergencies. However, your not so sure that she’s the person you want to deal with right now. Joyce was a beautiful woman; your wife often said that her husband had married way up and it was true. However, Joyce was also a very unhappy woman. She constantly complained about her husband and kids whenever you saw her, telling you how she never felt appreciated. Her attitude wasn’t that worrying, but the way she treated you did send off a few warnings. Whenever you were around she always asked to hold you, saying it felt good to have a man she could carry around with her wherever she goes. She often joked with your wife about trading husbands, Ashley could have hers to fix up the house and she could have you to finally have someone who won’t run away. Ashley thought she was joking, but that smug smile she got when she looked at you just made you unsure about her trustworthiness.
The other choice was the oldest child in the house, Mandy’s teenage sister Natalie and her friend who you overheard from Mandy’s intestines. You didn’t know much about Natalie and nothing about her friend. Whenever you saw her she was either on the phone or too busy to look at you. She seemed like a typical apathetic teenager, which might be either good or bad for you. Over the years you’ve dealt with a lot of teens that saw you as just an adult they can push around, but some just help you out to get back to whatever they are doing. Natalie and her friend might help you or just shove you into a drawer to deal with later.
It was a tough call, but you had to trust someone, but who?
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