December's realisation
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
ihateu91
December sat for a moment, lost in thought. Admittedly, not a hard task for her and her lack of intelligence. Then she shot forwards with an "Oh my god!". She figured out what had happened, thank the heavens. "I ate him! I actually ate him!" she remarked, standing up. She patted her tummy lightly. "He's in here..." she said, drumming her fingers along her belly. She grinned. "Great! That should teach him to defy me! I couldn't think of a better punishment if I tried!" There was that good old dim-wittedness that always made you laugh; December HAD thought of this punishment not half an hour ago.
In her stomach, you floated lost and directionless amidst a gurgling sea of digestive juices. "December ate me! How the hell do I get out of this one?" you moan. "At least I'm not being digested... maybe I'm too small... I can be thankful for small mercies then. But getting out of here is gonna be tough. I'm not too keen on the idea of being excreted by my sister..." you ramble on, trying not to lose your sanity in the endless darkness. By now your eyes have adjusted just a bit, allowing you vaguely make out the ocean sized expanse of liquid around you and the sillhouettes of various digesting foods.
The smell is becoming worse, now that December is digesting that sandwich. The stench of rotting vegatables and ham fills the air in a gut-wrenching combination. You manage to rise above it though. Your mantra playing through your head. Live life to the fullest. Seizing this opurtunity, you start to swim around in December's gigantic stomach, eager to explore her belly.
In her stomach, you floated lost and directionless amidst a gurgling sea of digestive juices. "December ate me! How the hell do I get out of this one?" you moan. "At least I'm not being digested... maybe I'm too small... I can be thankful for small mercies then. But getting out of here is gonna be tough. I'm not too keen on the idea of being excreted by my sister..." you ramble on, trying not to lose your sanity in the endless darkness. By now your eyes have adjusted just a bit, allowing you vaguely make out the ocean sized expanse of liquid around you and the sillhouettes of various digesting foods.
The smell is becoming worse, now that December is digesting that sandwich. The stench of rotting vegatables and ham fills the air in a gut-wrenching combination. You manage to rise above it though. Your mantra playing through your head. Live life to the fullest. Seizing this opurtunity, you start to swim around in December's gigantic stomach, eager to explore her belly.
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