Surviving in December's Stomach
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
endo12
As you floated in the vast dark ocean, a powerful rumbling resonated throughout the gargantuan chamber. December's tummy growled. She felt incredible right now, a great surge of adrenaline pumping through her body in response to what she had done to you. Moving with a giddy excitement akin to a child on Christmas morning, the gorgeous blonde quickly exited the bathroom and made her way back to her room, to get changed.
Every move your continent-sized sister made was an event in itself for you. The waves in her stomach tossed and turned you withe subtle sway of her hips or the bounce of her steps. What made things even more chaotic was the fact that December was also getting dressed, bending over and stretching in different ways as she applied different items of clothing. She was also dancing a little bit as she enjoyed the knowledge you were inside her belly and as she thought about what she had in store for you next.
With a pink belly-shirt and a comfy pair of pajama pants, December was ready to head downstairs. She hurried down the steps with heavy thuds, which you definitely felt the effects of as you were repeatedly tossed in the air. You had no real way of knowing what the hell December was doing at any given point, but you didn't appreciate being thrown around in her gastric juices by her erratic movements. Above the roaring waves, you could hear her pulse pounding through the flesh walls of your enormous prison. She was clearly excited about something.
December entered the kitchen, with you obviously in tow due to your current predicament, and made her way to the fridge. There was still half a pizza left over from last night that she was definitely craving right about now. She retrieved her meal and a bottle of coke and shut the fridge door with her butt. Then just as quickly as she had come down, she hurried upstairs to her room and sat on her bed once again. The amount of distance you were travelling from inside of her modest tummy was insane, though you had no indication of that beyond the constant jumble of crazy activity.
December opened the cardboard box to reveal the cold, meat-covered pizza and once again her belly growled in anticipation. This was going to be the best meal she'd ever eaten, if only for the fact you were floating in her stomach and the none the wiser about the coming torment.
"Mmm, cold pizza. This is gonna be so good... I hope you're ready in there." she spoke down at her bare midriff as she wiggled on her butt for emphasis. She lifted her first slice to her lips and took a good, hearty bite. Chewing the barbecue sauce coated junk food, she savored every moment it was in her mouth, until it was time to swallow. With an exaggerated gulp, December swallowed her first mouthful and reveled in the feeling as it went down her throat. "Watch out little bro, you've got incoming!" she teased.
You couldn't hear December's voice down in the bubbling pit of her stomach, as you fought the raging waves and floated between giant chunks of her unrecognizable breakfast. What you could hear was the bizarre gulping, squelching noise as December's cardia squeezed a huge bolus of pizza mush into her stomach. There was a huge splash somewhere far, far in the distance that sent shock-waves rippling all the way to your location. It didn't take long for you to realize that December was eating something, as the stomach gurgled in response to the new food, which was adding a new layer of meaty, barbecue odor to the already heavy atmosphere.
December continued to enjoy her first slice of pizza, enjoying every bite. Every chew. Every swallow. More and more of the disgusting aftermath rained into her stomach from high above. You clung to a piece of unidentifiable food debris as you drifted through the gastric insanity. You weren't sure what your raft was, whether it was already in here with you or it was part of December's current meal. Either way, it granted you some small semblance of security deep inside of December. Your eyes were adjusting to the darkness at least, but December's stomach was so incomprehensibly massive that it didn't help to give you much more perspective of your surroundings at large.
With a satisfied sigh, December had polished off her first slice. Bits of chewy crust and cheese were caught between her pearly whites. "I need something to wash this down with. Hold on tight, little bro!" she said, twisting the cap of her coke bottle and taking a good, lengthy swig of the cold beverage. The fizzy liquid stung the back of her throat a bit as it gushed down her esophagus. The sound of roaring water and then the impact of that roaring water, were deafening to you. The splashing liquid swept you across the surface of the stomach juices before it settled. You could tell something was off though... there was more ominous gurgling from deep below the murky juices.
Bubbles. Huge gas bubbles were forming all across the surface of December's gastric juices and probably deep below too. That was a carbonated beverage she had just drank. You could even recognize the familiar smell of coca cola. You knew the effect this was going to have on December's stomach as it filled with gas. December knew it too. She was still trying to torment you, even now.
December could feel the coke bubbling in her stomach as she reached for her next slice. She didn't care that this pizza and coke combination wasn't going to sit well in her stomach. Nor did she care if it wasn't good for her dynamite figure in the long run, or that it would probably make her bloated and gassy. The thought of burying you in food and making your stay in her belly as eventful as possible, overrode all. She would happily stuff her belly well beyond this pizza, just for the absolute pleasure she was going to get out of tormenting you with this tour of her digestive system.
Every move your continent-sized sister made was an event in itself for you. The waves in her stomach tossed and turned you withe subtle sway of her hips or the bounce of her steps. What made things even more chaotic was the fact that December was also getting dressed, bending over and stretching in different ways as she applied different items of clothing. She was also dancing a little bit as she enjoyed the knowledge you were inside her belly and as she thought about what she had in store for you next.
With a pink belly-shirt and a comfy pair of pajama pants, December was ready to head downstairs. She hurried down the steps with heavy thuds, which you definitely felt the effects of as you were repeatedly tossed in the air. You had no real way of knowing what the hell December was doing at any given point, but you didn't appreciate being thrown around in her gastric juices by her erratic movements. Above the roaring waves, you could hear her pulse pounding through the flesh walls of your enormous prison. She was clearly excited about something.
December entered the kitchen, with you obviously in tow due to your current predicament, and made her way to the fridge. There was still half a pizza left over from last night that she was definitely craving right about now. She retrieved her meal and a bottle of coke and shut the fridge door with her butt. Then just as quickly as she had come down, she hurried upstairs to her room and sat on her bed once again. The amount of distance you were travelling from inside of her modest tummy was insane, though you had no indication of that beyond the constant jumble of crazy activity.
December opened the cardboard box to reveal the cold, meat-covered pizza and once again her belly growled in anticipation. This was going to be the best meal she'd ever eaten, if only for the fact you were floating in her stomach and the none the wiser about the coming torment.
"Mmm, cold pizza. This is gonna be so good... I hope you're ready in there." she spoke down at her bare midriff as she wiggled on her butt for emphasis. She lifted her first slice to her lips and took a good, hearty bite. Chewing the barbecue sauce coated junk food, she savored every moment it was in her mouth, until it was time to swallow. With an exaggerated gulp, December swallowed her first mouthful and reveled in the feeling as it went down her throat. "Watch out little bro, you've got incoming!" she teased.
You couldn't hear December's voice down in the bubbling pit of her stomach, as you fought the raging waves and floated between giant chunks of her unrecognizable breakfast. What you could hear was the bizarre gulping, squelching noise as December's cardia squeezed a huge bolus of pizza mush into her stomach. There was a huge splash somewhere far, far in the distance that sent shock-waves rippling all the way to your location. It didn't take long for you to realize that December was eating something, as the stomach gurgled in response to the new food, which was adding a new layer of meaty, barbecue odor to the already heavy atmosphere.
December continued to enjoy her first slice of pizza, enjoying every bite. Every chew. Every swallow. More and more of the disgusting aftermath rained into her stomach from high above. You clung to a piece of unidentifiable food debris as you drifted through the gastric insanity. You weren't sure what your raft was, whether it was already in here with you or it was part of December's current meal. Either way, it granted you some small semblance of security deep inside of December. Your eyes were adjusting to the darkness at least, but December's stomach was so incomprehensibly massive that it didn't help to give you much more perspective of your surroundings at large.
With a satisfied sigh, December had polished off her first slice. Bits of chewy crust and cheese were caught between her pearly whites. "I need something to wash this down with. Hold on tight, little bro!" she said, twisting the cap of her coke bottle and taking a good, lengthy swig of the cold beverage. The fizzy liquid stung the back of her throat a bit as it gushed down her esophagus. The sound of roaring water and then the impact of that roaring water, were deafening to you. The splashing liquid swept you across the surface of the stomach juices before it settled. You could tell something was off though... there was more ominous gurgling from deep below the murky juices.
Bubbles. Huge gas bubbles were forming all across the surface of December's gastric juices and probably deep below too. That was a carbonated beverage she had just drank. You could even recognize the familiar smell of coca cola. You knew the effect this was going to have on December's stomach as it filled with gas. December knew it too. She was still trying to torment you, even now.
December could feel the coke bubbling in her stomach as she reached for her next slice. She didn't care that this pizza and coke combination wasn't going to sit well in her stomach. Nor did she care if it wasn't good for her dynamite figure in the long run, or that it would probably make her bloated and gassy. The thought of burying you in food and making your stay in her belly as eventful as possible, overrode all. She would happily stuff her belly well beyond this pizza, just for the absolute pleasure she was going to get out of tormenting you with this tour of her digestive system.
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