Beatrice in Madeline’s Stomach
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 29
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Beatrice descent down Madeline's throat was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her over 70 years of life. The endless plunge while being coated in spit and forced inhale the combination of spit, stomach acid and the flavor of whatever Madeline had eaten previously was like plunging into a nightmare. This was but a preview of what was to come.
The old woman screamed as the seemingly endless flesh tunnel dropped out from underneath her and she began to free fall into the darkness. Luckily for Beatrice her fall was softened as she landed on a huge mountain of some sort of slop underneath the entrance to the chamber.
The damaged but still alive grandma managed to open her eyes but was met with only darkness and horrific bodily noises. She began to attempt to move and felt at her surroundings. Grasping some of the goop that made up her resting place the old woman's nose immediately detected the strong scent of cinnamon. It clicked in her mind what she was laying on top on. She should know that scent and texture very well. After all it was one the only thing her daughter would allow her to eat in her advanced age.
"Oatmeal?" Beatrice managed to crook out.
The realization though had a much more draining effect on the prone older woman. She was lying on top of what remained of the giant woman's breakfast. Clearly a breakfast she had eaten while still being a regular person seemingly only a few hours ago. The bossy bitch neighbor had been just like them not too long ago. Now she was a towering terror. If Beatrice didn't get moving and find a way out fast someone else may find what's left of her by dinnertime.
As Beatrice rolled over she was immediately reminded of her broken hip she got when she landed on Madeline's tooth. The pain was excruciating, but at her advanced age pain was the norm. For now she would have to crawl through the semi-digested mix of oats and freeze dried apple chunks and find something to aide her escape. She began to pull herself through the sticky cinnamon laced sludge, dragging her hip along with her.
When she came to the edge she could feel the heat coming off the stomach acid. The smell of cinnamon was replaced with that of bile. It was only by chance that her hand knocked loose a giant prune buried in the oatmeal. Beatrice was again saved by another regular part of her own diet.
Madeline's husband, Ron, had snuck several prunes into his wife's morning oatmeal in hopes of relieving her constipation. While to this point they seemingly had minimal effect the dehydrated prune had absorbed water within the stomach becoming the perfect flotation device for the injured old woman.
Beatrice wrapped her arms around the buoyant piece of fruit and with her still good leg pushed off the ever shrinking mound of oatmeal. This was a one way journey. Either Beatrice found salvation or she would eventually be dissolved into the sea of acid like the rest of Madeline's meal. With no light and no clue if there was anything useful to be found the odds weren't in the old woman's favor. Still Beatrice wasn't your typical grandma and this wasn't the first time she came face to face with certain death.
As Beatrice floated she couldn't help but think of her younger years. Back her home country far, far away from the suburban neighborhood she was forced to move to. Back during the war. When once good friends and neighbors turned on each other. When her family fled into the swamps. During the day they hid as soldiers scanned the reeds. They endured scorns of bugs, brutal heat, and the constant overbearing fear of death. At night they moved and ate anything they could find to survive. Luckily they escaped and made better lives for themselves. Beatrice never forgot those times and they strengthened her resolve and made her prepared to face the hardships of life.
Despite her old age she had not resigned herself to the grave just yet. Despite how her doctors and even secretly her family may have felt. And she most certainly didn't intend to have her final resting place to be in the bowel movement of the biggest bitch in the neighborhood. First she needed to get her barring then she needed to find her family. If what that monster said was true they were in here with her. Or at least what was left of them.
The old woman screamed as the seemingly endless flesh tunnel dropped out from underneath her and she began to free fall into the darkness. Luckily for Beatrice her fall was softened as she landed on a huge mountain of some sort of slop underneath the entrance to the chamber.
The damaged but still alive grandma managed to open her eyes but was met with only darkness and horrific bodily noises. She began to attempt to move and felt at her surroundings. Grasping some of the goop that made up her resting place the old woman's nose immediately detected the strong scent of cinnamon. It clicked in her mind what she was laying on top on. She should know that scent and texture very well. After all it was one the only thing her daughter would allow her to eat in her advanced age.
"Oatmeal?" Beatrice managed to crook out.
The realization though had a much more draining effect on the prone older woman. She was lying on top of what remained of the giant woman's breakfast. Clearly a breakfast she had eaten while still being a regular person seemingly only a few hours ago. The bossy bitch neighbor had been just like them not too long ago. Now she was a towering terror. If Beatrice didn't get moving and find a way out fast someone else may find what's left of her by dinnertime.
As Beatrice rolled over she was immediately reminded of her broken hip she got when she landed on Madeline's tooth. The pain was excruciating, but at her advanced age pain was the norm. For now she would have to crawl through the semi-digested mix of oats and freeze dried apple chunks and find something to aide her escape. She began to pull herself through the sticky cinnamon laced sludge, dragging her hip along with her.
When she came to the edge she could feel the heat coming off the stomach acid. The smell of cinnamon was replaced with that of bile. It was only by chance that her hand knocked loose a giant prune buried in the oatmeal. Beatrice was again saved by another regular part of her own diet.
Madeline's husband, Ron, had snuck several prunes into his wife's morning oatmeal in hopes of relieving her constipation. While to this point they seemingly had minimal effect the dehydrated prune had absorbed water within the stomach becoming the perfect flotation device for the injured old woman.
Beatrice wrapped her arms around the buoyant piece of fruit and with her still good leg pushed off the ever shrinking mound of oatmeal. This was a one way journey. Either Beatrice found salvation or she would eventually be dissolved into the sea of acid like the rest of Madeline's meal. With no light and no clue if there was anything useful to be found the odds weren't in the old woman's favor. Still Beatrice wasn't your typical grandma and this wasn't the first time she came face to face with certain death.
As Beatrice floated she couldn't help but think of her younger years. Back her home country far, far away from the suburban neighborhood she was forced to move to. Back during the war. When once good friends and neighbors turned on each other. When her family fled into the swamps. During the day they hid as soldiers scanned the reeds. They endured scorns of bugs, brutal heat, and the constant overbearing fear of death. At night they moved and ate anything they could find to survive. Luckily they escaped and made better lives for themselves. Beatrice never forgot those times and they strengthened her resolve and made her prepared to face the hardships of life.
Despite her old age she had not resigned herself to the grave just yet. Despite how her doctors and even secretly her family may have felt. And she most certainly didn't intend to have her final resting place to be in the bowel movement of the biggest bitch in the neighborhood. First she needed to get her barring then she needed to find her family. If what that monster said was true they were in here with her. Or at least what was left of them.
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