No phone
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 31
by
copier
· original author:
leviepollard
Nicole grabbed her phone and pressed the power button on her phone, then again. Nothing.
Her stomach twisted—though the uneasy sloshing around her made it hard to tell where her fear ended and the girl’s digestion began. She shook the phone lightly, hoping for a flicker of life, but the screen remained dark with several small cracks.
“Come on,” Nicole muttered, trying the volume buttons, the home button—anything—but it was useless. Dead.
Her mind raced back to the crash—the violent, dizzying ride up Katie’s esophagus, the brief moment of freefall before everything went black. She must’ve landed hard. Too hard. Hard enough to damage her phone.
She was trapped. In a capsule. Inside someone’s stomach. With no way to call for help.
Panic bubbled up in her chest like the acidic gurgles surrounding her. She pressed her forehead against the capsule’s cool plastic shell, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Okay… okay… just think,” she whispered, voice trembling.
Her mom thought she was still inside Katie—why wouldn’t she? Unless someone noticed the capsule after it was spit out, there’d be no reason for her mom to suspect anything was wrong. No reason to check if Nicole was still safely in Katie’s stomach.
And now, Nicole wasn’t just in the wrong stomach—she was in the stomach of a *kid*.
The proof was floating right in front of her: letters of alphabet soup swirling in red broth, the unmistakable jingle of a keychain tumbling in the liquid, and—was that a marble?
Her jaw tightened. This wasn’t Katie. This was someone younger—*a lot* younger.
The capsule swayed as the girl shifted, and more soup spilled in from above, creating waves that tossed Nicole and the other objects around. The marble bounced off the capsule’s side again with a soft *clink*, and Nicole flinched.
“She’s eating dinner…” Nicole murmured, watching half-chewed chunks of chicken nuggets drift by like soggy icebergs.
Her heart pounded harder now. This girl—whoever she was—wasn't sick like Katie. She was just a kid who somehow swallowed the capsule like a toy. Nicole was trapped inside the stomach of a child who didn't even know she was there.
Worse yet, her only lifeline—her phone—was broken.
If she couldn’t call for help, she’d have to get creative.
Her stomach twisted—though the uneasy sloshing around her made it hard to tell where her fear ended and the girl’s digestion began. She shook the phone lightly, hoping for a flicker of life, but the screen remained dark with several small cracks.
“Come on,” Nicole muttered, trying the volume buttons, the home button—anything—but it was useless. Dead.
Her mind raced back to the crash—the violent, dizzying ride up Katie’s esophagus, the brief moment of freefall before everything went black. She must’ve landed hard. Too hard. Hard enough to damage her phone.
She was trapped. In a capsule. Inside someone’s stomach. With no way to call for help.
Panic bubbled up in her chest like the acidic gurgles surrounding her. She pressed her forehead against the capsule’s cool plastic shell, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Okay… okay… just think,” she whispered, voice trembling.
Her mom thought she was still inside Katie—why wouldn’t she? Unless someone noticed the capsule after it was spit out, there’d be no reason for her mom to suspect anything was wrong. No reason to check if Nicole was still safely in Katie’s stomach.
And now, Nicole wasn’t just in the wrong stomach—she was in the stomach of a *kid*.
The proof was floating right in front of her: letters of alphabet soup swirling in red broth, the unmistakable jingle of a keychain tumbling in the liquid, and—was that a marble?
Her jaw tightened. This wasn’t Katie. This was someone younger—*a lot* younger.
The capsule swayed as the girl shifted, and more soup spilled in from above, creating waves that tossed Nicole and the other objects around. The marble bounced off the capsule’s side again with a soft *clink*, and Nicole flinched.
“She’s eating dinner…” Nicole murmured, watching half-chewed chunks of chicken nuggets drift by like soggy icebergs.
Her heart pounded harder now. This girl—whoever she was—wasn't sick like Katie. She was just a kid who somehow swallowed the capsule like a toy. Nicole was trapped inside the stomach of a child who didn't even know she was there.
Worse yet, her only lifeline—her phone—was broken.
If she couldn’t call for help, she’d have to get creative.
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