That awful, fearful feeling
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
m45atlas
Things are quite peaceful at the moment. A cough from Mandy shakes the fleshy walls around you. Well, as peaceful as they can be. Lunch was... difficult. Mandy's parents whipped up some sloppy joes for the kids and let's just say that the sloppy part was no misnomer. Piled up to your waist, her stomach churned you, the meat, and bread around vigorously.
As the food was draining into the intestine, you fought the current avoid being sucked in as well. You had decided to wait until your wife shows up to save you instead of spending the rest of the day moving through a girl's intestines.
It had been quite a few hours since then. Your wife only works until noon, so she should have been off of work for a few hours now. Strange thing is, she hasn't shown up looking for you. She hasn't even called. Your wife had the tendency to be a bit absentminded, but never enough to overlook you being missing for an entire day not to mention her son. Something was wrong.
The girls are busy playing with their toys. You think of a way to get in contact with them. You know that Jenny either couldn't hear you (or ignored you) last night, but maybe Mandy will be different. You bang against the stomach wall while screaming out at the girl. "Mandy! Can you hear me?! Heyyy!"
Mandy puts down her doll when she feels a really nice sensation coming from her stomach. "Ooh..." She coos, rubbing her stomach. "Jenny, I think your daddy is doing something in there." "What do you mean?" Jenny asks curiously. "I don't know, but it feels really good." "Oh! He was doing that last night, too." In a moment of jealously, Jenny prods her stomach with her finger. "Hey, Jet!" After a moment, Jenny starts to feel Jet wiggling around in her tummy. "Ahh... There we go." Mandy holds her stomach. "Thank you Mr. McMinor." she says gleefully.
You stop hitting the wall. Once again, Your plight is not heard. You have to get out of here and figure out what is going on with your wife. Looks like you're going to have to take the long way. You move over to the pyloric sphincter and try to force it open, but it won't budge. You sigh, frustrated. You'll going to have to wait until dinner to get out of here.
...
In the later evening, the girls are taken out to dinner at some Italian restaurant. You weren't told any of this. Rather, you deduced it once chewed up pieces of Chicken Parmesan started falling on you from above. Mandy eats more than her fill, leaving you barely enough room to move around in the chunks and noodles. The stomach gets to work, turning the food into slush. This time, when the food starts draining into the intestines, you follow.
You travel through Mandy as fast as you can, reaching the end in what you think might be record time. Stuck in a shitty spot, you push against the wall in front of you. Mandy gets the message right away and quickly heads to the bathroom. You are expelled out the back and retrieved from the toilet. Mandy tries to apologize to you about earlier, but you stop her before she gets too far. "We'll talk about it later, okay?" you tell her more than ask. She nods her at you. You "I need you to get to a phone and call someone for me. Can you do that?" "Okay" she responds; not sure if she's still going to be in trouble or not.
Mandy uses the phone to call your house number. No answer. Now you're really worried. You make Mandy get her parents; once again having to reassure her that she's not in any trouble (not yet, anyway). Her parents walk in and are shocked to see you in the living room. You say hello, and tell them that you'll explain everything later, but for now you need a ride to your house.
Mandy's mother stays behind to watch the girls while her father drives you home. The two of you sit awkwardly as the truck bounces down the dark roads. You never really spent much time with the guy, he wasn't really your type of people. You try to break the ice by describing the events that led him to be in his living room without invitation. He at least deserves an explanation. You stop, however, when he starts to look like he's going to lose his dinner. Not everybody can handle all the weird shit you have to go through.
When the two of you arrive at the house, you can tell something is off from the way he looks at the house. He stares for a moment, then looks down at you. He doesn't say anything, he just lifts you up to the top of the dashboard. From the headlights of the truck, you can see that the front door is wide open. None of the lights in the house are on, making your home feel more scary than it's ever been to you.
You think that it might be time to call the police...
What do they find?
As the food was draining into the intestine, you fought the current avoid being sucked in as well. You had decided to wait until your wife shows up to save you instead of spending the rest of the day moving through a girl's intestines.
It had been quite a few hours since then. Your wife only works until noon, so she should have been off of work for a few hours now. Strange thing is, she hasn't shown up looking for you. She hasn't even called. Your wife had the tendency to be a bit absentminded, but never enough to overlook you being missing for an entire day not to mention her son. Something was wrong.
The girls are busy playing with their toys. You think of a way to get in contact with them. You know that Jenny either couldn't hear you (or ignored you) last night, but maybe Mandy will be different. You bang against the stomach wall while screaming out at the girl. "Mandy! Can you hear me?! Heyyy!"
Mandy puts down her doll when she feels a really nice sensation coming from her stomach. "Ooh..." She coos, rubbing her stomach. "Jenny, I think your daddy is doing something in there." "What do you mean?" Jenny asks curiously. "I don't know, but it feels really good." "Oh! He was doing that last night, too." In a moment of jealously, Jenny prods her stomach with her finger. "Hey, Jet!" After a moment, Jenny starts to feel Jet wiggling around in her tummy. "Ahh... There we go." Mandy holds her stomach. "Thank you Mr. McMinor." she says gleefully.
You stop hitting the wall. Once again, Your plight is not heard. You have to get out of here and figure out what is going on with your wife. Looks like you're going to have to take the long way. You move over to the pyloric sphincter and try to force it open, but it won't budge. You sigh, frustrated. You'll going to have to wait until dinner to get out of here.
...
In the later evening, the girls are taken out to dinner at some Italian restaurant. You weren't told any of this. Rather, you deduced it once chewed up pieces of Chicken Parmesan started falling on you from above. Mandy eats more than her fill, leaving you barely enough room to move around in the chunks and noodles. The stomach gets to work, turning the food into slush. This time, when the food starts draining into the intestines, you follow.
You travel through Mandy as fast as you can, reaching the end in what you think might be record time. Stuck in a shitty spot, you push against the wall in front of you. Mandy gets the message right away and quickly heads to the bathroom. You are expelled out the back and retrieved from the toilet. Mandy tries to apologize to you about earlier, but you stop her before she gets too far. "We'll talk about it later, okay?" you tell her more than ask. She nods her at you. You "I need you to get to a phone and call someone for me. Can you do that?" "Okay" she responds; not sure if she's still going to be in trouble or not.
Mandy uses the phone to call your house number. No answer. Now you're really worried. You make Mandy get her parents; once again having to reassure her that she's not in any trouble (not yet, anyway). Her parents walk in and are shocked to see you in the living room. You say hello, and tell them that you'll explain everything later, but for now you need a ride to your house.
Mandy's mother stays behind to watch the girls while her father drives you home. The two of you sit awkwardly as the truck bounces down the dark roads. You never really spent much time with the guy, he wasn't really your type of people. You try to break the ice by describing the events that led him to be in his living room without invitation. He at least deserves an explanation. You stop, however, when he starts to look like he's going to lose his dinner. Not everybody can handle all the weird shit you have to go through.
When the two of you arrive at the house, you can tell something is off from the way he looks at the house. He stares for a moment, then looks down at you. He doesn't say anything, he just lifts you up to the top of the dashboard. From the headlights of the truck, you can see that the front door is wide open. None of the lights in the house are on, making your home feel more scary than it's ever been to you.
You think that it might be time to call the police...
What do they find?
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