(Co-written by Darklordzx5)
You guess there's nothing to do but wait for your inevitable demise since there's no way you're getting out of here alive. You sat cross-legged on the floating confectionary island and sighed to yourself. Your ears picked up on the squishing and gurgling noises coming from within Mrs. Cake's body. The smell, at least, wasn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be. It smelled as if you were sitting in a field of wet decaying hay, probably owing much to Mrs. Cake's equine diet. It felt almost comforting in a way.
It was quite odd that the place you're going to die into was going to be comforting in its own strange way, but that doesn't change the reality that you're going to die regardless. You close your eyes and waited for the end to co—
"Oh my... I'm sorry for that, dearie." You suddenly heard the voice of the giantess coming all around you to your utter surprise, you got up and looked around on edge. "I'm deeply sorry... it's just that you were so very delicious." You heard her voice, sounding regretful.
You almost jumped out of your skin upon hearing her voice."Mrs. Cake? Wha—"That's when you realize. Oh, wait. Shit. That's right. There's no way she'll be able to hear you at this size. As far as she was concerned, you were nothing but a silent prisoner inside her body.
You could hear her, but she couldn't hear you. You saw the stomach wall depress inward as if something was pushing in from the outside.
Outside, Mrs. Cake was rubbing her stomach. A sad frown adorned her face as she stared down her slightly chubby belly. She was already regretting her decision to eat him and appalled that she had given into indulging her dark desires and hoped that you'd survive, somehow. Inside, the sudden rubs caused the digestive organ to shake, causing you to lose foot on the eaten pastry and almost falling into the bubbling gastric juice.
You managed to up yourself upright on the island and clung to it until it settled back down. You weren't completely safe, however. Large chunks of it had broken away in the turmoil and gell into the soup, leaving your island smaller than before. Little time remained before the acid would begin eating at the edges. You strained your ears to see if she had any more to say.
"I know it's not much, but if you can hear me, I want you to know that didn't want to hurt you. I just wanted to get to know you better and keep you safe. I shouldn't have indulged myself in that curiosity even if you were that delicious." You heard her sighing, he was moe trembles around the organ which caused the rest of the dessert was now further shrinking, being eaten away slowly but surely are was nothing less but second- nevermind. The acid was now eating away the rest and now your feet were in the soup proper, already eating your shoes and pants... at least, you'll die hearing that she regretted it...
That was it, the end. At any second, you were about to go into a terrible agony.
You couldn't quite explain what happened next. The acid didn't burn like you thought it would, but instead, it produced a curious and not unpleasant feeling on your exposed foot. When you pulled it free of the muck, there was no pain, no acid burns, just a slight reddish tinge to the skin. The tingling sensation also remained, albeit a little bit dulled in intensity. The acid ate away the bottoms of your pants, but somehow your legs were fine. Maybe the acid took more time to break down living biological matter?
None of this made any sense. You should be nothing but a puddle of goo by now.
Still, if you're not going to die by being melted by acid, then there's no point in looking a gift horse in the mouth, lest you fall into her stomach. Your first priority would be to find another safe landing to avoid exhausting yourself swimming in Mrs. Cake's gastric juices. You paddled over to another nearby large piece of cake and clung to it. Gasping heavily, you dragged yourself up onto the surface. You laid out on top of the cake and ran your hands down your body, checking for any missing pieces. ...Nope. Everything was here and accounted for. The acid had completely melted your clothing, which left you as exposed as the day you were born, but other than that, there were no problems.
It seems that Mrs. Cake had already accepted your demise, as the lake of burning slush sloshed around ever so subtly as she walked.
Either way, you have to think about how to get out, the first thing was to see if you could climb back up, though it might be an impossible task. The walls looked slippery enough that they might be impossible to climb. Another option was to go out the natural way, which wasn't any better.
You guess there's nothing to do but wait for your inevitable demise since there's no way you're getting out of here alive. You sat cross-legged on the floating confectionary island and sighed to yourself. Your ears picked up on the squishing and gurgling noises coming from within Mrs. Cake's body. The smell, at least, wasn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be. It smelled as if you were sitting in a field of wet decaying hay, probably owing much to Mrs. Cake's equine diet. It felt almost comforting in a way.
It was quite odd that the place you're going to die into was going to be comforting in its own strange way, but that doesn't change the reality that you're going to die regardless. You close your eyes and waited for the end to co—
"Oh my... I'm sorry for that, dearie." You suddenly heard the voice of the giantess coming all around you to your utter surprise, you got up and looked around on edge. "I'm deeply sorry... it's just that you were so very delicious." You heard her voice, sounding regretful.
You almost jumped out of your skin upon hearing her voice."Mrs. Cake? Wha—"That's when you realize. Oh, wait. Shit. That's right. There's no way she'll be able to hear you at this size. As far as she was concerned, you were nothing but a silent prisoner inside her body.
You could hear her, but she couldn't hear you. You saw the stomach wall depress inward as if something was pushing in from the outside.
Outside, Mrs. Cake was rubbing her stomach. A sad frown adorned her face as she stared down her slightly chubby belly. She was already regretting her decision to eat him and appalled that she had given into indulging her dark desires and hoped that you'd survive, somehow. Inside, the sudden rubs caused the digestive organ to shake, causing you to lose foot on the eaten pastry and almost falling into the bubbling gastric juice.
You managed to up yourself upright on the island and clung to it until it settled back down. You weren't completely safe, however. Large chunks of it had broken away in the turmoil and gell into the soup, leaving your island smaller than before. Little time remained before the acid would begin eating at the edges. You strained your ears to see if she had any more to say.
"I know it's not much, but if you can hear me, I want you to know that didn't want to hurt you. I just wanted to get to know you better and keep you safe. I shouldn't have indulged myself in that curiosity even if you were that delicious." You heard her sighing, he was moe trembles around the organ which caused the rest of the dessert was now further shrinking, being eaten away slowly but surely are was nothing less but second- nevermind. The acid was now eating away the rest and now your feet were in the soup proper, already eating your shoes and pants... at least, you'll die hearing that she regretted it...
That was it, the end. At any second, you were about to go into a terrible agony.
You couldn't quite explain what happened next. The acid didn't burn like you thought it would, but instead, it produced a curious and not unpleasant feeling on your exposed foot. When you pulled it free of the muck, there was no pain, no acid burns, just a slight reddish tinge to the skin. The tingling sensation also remained, albeit a little bit dulled in intensity. The acid ate away the bottoms of your pants, but somehow your legs were fine. Maybe the acid took more time to break down living biological matter?
None of this made any sense. You should be nothing but a puddle of goo by now.
Still, if you're not going to die by being melted by acid, then there's no point in looking a gift horse in the mouth, lest you fall into her stomach. Your first priority would be to find another safe landing to avoid exhausting yourself swimming in Mrs. Cake's gastric juices. You paddled over to another nearby large piece of cake and clung to it. Gasping heavily, you dragged yourself up onto the surface. You laid out on top of the cake and ran your hands down your body, checking for any missing pieces. ...Nope. Everything was here and accounted for. The acid had completely melted your clothing, which left you as exposed as the day you were born, but other than that, there were no problems.
It seems that Mrs. Cake had already accepted your demise, as the lake of burning slush sloshed around ever so subtly as she walked.
Either way, you have to think about how to get out, the first thing was to see if you could climb back up, though it might be an impossible task. The walls looked slippery enough that they might be impossible to climb. Another option was to go out the natural way, which wasn't any better.
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June 2, 2023
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