Inside Job
Small Self
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
endo12
Steeling yourself, you tell your enormous twin brother the choice you've made..
"I'll go into your stomach."
His mile-wide smile said everything you needed to know. You would soon be going in through that mouth, on a journey into the grossest place currently imaginable - Alan's upset stomach.
"Good! Thanks sis, I really appreciate it."
With that said, he opened his black-hole of a mouth and moved his finger toward it. The closer you got the warmer you felt. Darkness fell as you were plunged into his maw and shaken from the ridges of his fingertip. You landed with a wet splat on the middle of his tongue, which seemed like an alien landscape at your nigh microscopic size. You watched his monolithic finger retract from the mouth and what little light you had vanish as he closed his mouth. You were overcome by his powerful breath, giving this new environment a very distinct atmosphere. The organic floor squelched beneath your feet as you tried to adjust to being inside Alan.
Before you could do much else, a great rush of saliva surrounded you and swept you into Alan's throat as he quickly swallowed you with a powerful gulp.
"Aaah. Down you go, good luck sis!" he said to his still gurgling belly.
Meanwhile you were falling through his esophagus, passing through his chest cavity as he said those words. All around you, the sounds of his breathing and heartbeat resonated powerfully. After a lengthy fall, you entered the rancid chamber of his gargantuan stomach. There, you fell further until you landed with a tiny splash in a sea of gastric juice and Alan's still digesting dinner.
You quickly surfaced in the gross, burbling pit of your brother's stomach, looking around for any sign of what might be causing his discomfort. It is dark, incredibly loud, extremely smelly and difficult to gather much information. There was a lot of activity, which was probably why Alan's belly was rumbling. You struggled through the gross swamp-like pit, clambering onto a (relatively) small island of partially digested food.
From there, you were able to get your bearings a little better. "Hmm... indigestion perhaps? That doesn't look right..."
You had noticed that part of the stomach was bubbling a lot, working away on something Alan had eaten earlier. Alan didn't seem to be digesting it very well, so you figured that was probably the cause of his tummy trouble. The entire stomach rumbled and you heard Alan groaning in discomfort, his voice echoing from above.
"OOOOHHHH.... MY STOMACH..."
You leaped into the stomach bile once more, swimming to the source of the disturbance. As you got closer, you found it harder to approach the problem food due to the bubbling liquids that surrounded it. The stench that surrounded this area was also way stronger. You circled around and decided to plow through the barrier of bubbles and gurgling stomach juice. It was rough going, but you were actually small enough to climb on the bubbles and approach the mushy island. Digging your hands into it's surface, you started to pull the thing apart piece by piece, breaking it down so that Alan can hopefully digest it more easily.
Once the mush was mostly torn apart, the stomach gave a prolonged groan and there was a powerful explosion of gas as Alan belched. The stomach seemed to calm down after that. Alan's voice came from above.
"THAT FEELS A LOT BETTER... OH YEAH. THANKS SIS!"
"Wow... I actually did it." you say to yourself, looking around Alan's stomach. "Now... how do I get out of here?"
"I'll go into your stomach."
His mile-wide smile said everything you needed to know. You would soon be going in through that mouth, on a journey into the grossest place currently imaginable - Alan's upset stomach.
"Good! Thanks sis, I really appreciate it."
With that said, he opened his black-hole of a mouth and moved his finger toward it. The closer you got the warmer you felt. Darkness fell as you were plunged into his maw and shaken from the ridges of his fingertip. You landed with a wet splat on the middle of his tongue, which seemed like an alien landscape at your nigh microscopic size. You watched his monolithic finger retract from the mouth and what little light you had vanish as he closed his mouth. You were overcome by his powerful breath, giving this new environment a very distinct atmosphere. The organic floor squelched beneath your feet as you tried to adjust to being inside Alan.
Before you could do much else, a great rush of saliva surrounded you and swept you into Alan's throat as he quickly swallowed you with a powerful gulp.
"Aaah. Down you go, good luck sis!" he said to his still gurgling belly.
Meanwhile you were falling through his esophagus, passing through his chest cavity as he said those words. All around you, the sounds of his breathing and heartbeat resonated powerfully. After a lengthy fall, you entered the rancid chamber of his gargantuan stomach. There, you fell further until you landed with a tiny splash in a sea of gastric juice and Alan's still digesting dinner.
You quickly surfaced in the gross, burbling pit of your brother's stomach, looking around for any sign of what might be causing his discomfort. It is dark, incredibly loud, extremely smelly and difficult to gather much information. There was a lot of activity, which was probably why Alan's belly was rumbling. You struggled through the gross swamp-like pit, clambering onto a (relatively) small island of partially digested food.
From there, you were able to get your bearings a little better. "Hmm... indigestion perhaps? That doesn't look right..."
You had noticed that part of the stomach was bubbling a lot, working away on something Alan had eaten earlier. Alan didn't seem to be digesting it very well, so you figured that was probably the cause of his tummy trouble. The entire stomach rumbled and you heard Alan groaning in discomfort, his voice echoing from above.
"OOOOHHHH.... MY STOMACH..."
You leaped into the stomach bile once more, swimming to the source of the disturbance. As you got closer, you found it harder to approach the problem food due to the bubbling liquids that surrounded it. The stench that surrounded this area was also way stronger. You circled around and decided to plow through the barrier of bubbles and gurgling stomach juice. It was rough going, but you were actually small enough to climb on the bubbles and approach the mushy island. Digging your hands into it's surface, you started to pull the thing apart piece by piece, breaking it down so that Alan can hopefully digest it more easily.
Once the mush was mostly torn apart, the stomach gave a prolonged groan and there was a powerful explosion of gas as Alan belched. The stomach seemed to calm down after that. Alan's voice came from above.
"THAT FEELS A LOT BETTER... OH YEAH. THANKS SIS!"
"Wow... I actually did it." you say to yourself, looking around Alan's stomach. "Now... how do I get out of here?"
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