Seeking A Friend For the End of Your Life
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 17
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bobbyryle975
The pond of liquor and muck stung your sore body, the muscles at the bottom of her gut rolling and churning the mass so you found yourself constantly fighting to stay above the slurring waves. You tried breathing through your nose until a splash of bile blocked it, then breathing through your mouth just let the liquor seep into you. Caught in a state of gagging and hyperventilating, you're helpless as another unseen surge of muscle drastically shifts the stomach's contents, carrying you along deeper into the farthest reach of the random partygoers belly. The girl who devoured you without a care in the world.
As you're thrown across, you finally feel the wrinkled stomach lining hit your legs, and you desperately take the opportunity to climb up onto this new shore. The ground is slick, but grabbing onto the many folds and wrinkles allows you to hoist yourself from the lake. The mucous makes it difficult to stick anywhere without sliding and losing ground, though you do manage to persevere and hold tightly to stomach wall. To your far left, you heard a squelching, slurping sound with what sounded like gallons of slime and drink flowing through. You couldn't see anything, so you could only assume this was the exit to her intestines that the liquor was being processed through. Where you'd soon wind up after no time at all.
"Hel-hello?"
You froze, almost losing your grip after hearing a weak voice come from behind you. "Hello! Who's there!? Where are you?"
"Up here," the voice responded, notably feminine and laced with a solemn terror that trembled her speech. You risk a chance to turn around and climb higher up the slope, but a pulse from your floor threatens to knock you back down to the acids, forcing you to clutch tight and remain where you are.
"I can't! I can't climb!" you cried out, the horror gripping your soul evident in your response.
"I-I'll go to you," before you could know what this meant, you heard an approaching mass sliding down along the fleshy wall from above. You felt a foot bump into your shoulder, almost knocking you off had you not held tight with a steel grip. The rest of the stranger's body slid to your right, coming to stop just a little farther down than you. You heard her grunt, then pull herself back up to be level with where she assumed you were.
"Is that you? I think my night vision's come in, but it's hard to- hic - tell."
"I-I'm here," you answered, reaching out to touch whoever it was. You felt an arm covered in drenched, tattered clothing. Possibly in the early stage of digestion before it began effecting her, "Who are you?"
The girl flinched at being touched, but relaxed when there was no real threat, "Katie. I was at the party. You?"
She was a casualty of wherever their eater had come from, it seemed. The fact she was still alive after however long she'd been in here was a small comfort to you. "I was escaping my teacher... she found me in the elevator trying to reach the ground level."
"Oof. Sorry man." Katie replied, a hand finding your shoulder and patting it in a comforting way.
Her sympathy was appreciated, though couldn't do much to ease your fear, "H-how long ago did you get... swallowed?"
"Oh, a few hours maybe? Though don't ask me. Everything feels slow in here, and I think the- hic- liquor dilutes her acids anyway." Despite the quiver in her speech, there was a shocking casualness in her rapport.
"So... she can't digest us?"
"Yet." Katie replied bluntly then started sliding down again, "Gimme a second."
You were confused by her behavior, but started panicking when you heard her start approaching the surging lake of alcohol, "Wait, no! You'll drown! Come back!"
"Relax man," was her only response before you heard her splash into the pool. You listened anxiously for any sign of her over the cacophonous gurgles and slimy squelches reverberating throughout the gut, echoed by the giant girl's heart and lungs. Finally, a wet smacking reached the bare stomach wall again, and the girl crept back out of the sea to 'dry' land.
"Ooo~ That burns good~" she practically cooed, an unmistakable sound of pleasure in her voice.
"The fuck do you mean!? You could've died!" you retorted, shocked by her callous demeanor.
"Relax man. Just needed another drink. You'll be wanting some too in a bit," she commented. "The booze won't be here forever. It's already being moved on if you're listening at all. Soon it'll be just us and some chips in here, and personally, I'd like to be a bit out of sound body and mind when that- hic- happens."
So that was it. Katie was drunk, and she was doing it to ease her passing when it inevitably came. She wasn't trying to escape or struggle to survive. She'd already given up and just wanted to get it over with painlessly. You thought about the notion. Getting drunk one last time to soften the painful death creeping closer with each slosh of liquor draining into the giant's intestines. What hope was there for escape anyway? Somehow making the party girl puke? How often did that work with how often tinies wound up on the average person's diet? Still, she was pretty sloshed, and you might be able to work together and make her sick.
What do you do?
As you're thrown across, you finally feel the wrinkled stomach lining hit your legs, and you desperately take the opportunity to climb up onto this new shore. The ground is slick, but grabbing onto the many folds and wrinkles allows you to hoist yourself from the lake. The mucous makes it difficult to stick anywhere without sliding and losing ground, though you do manage to persevere and hold tightly to stomach wall. To your far left, you heard a squelching, slurping sound with what sounded like gallons of slime and drink flowing through. You couldn't see anything, so you could only assume this was the exit to her intestines that the liquor was being processed through. Where you'd soon wind up after no time at all.
"Hel-hello?"
You froze, almost losing your grip after hearing a weak voice come from behind you. "Hello! Who's there!? Where are you?"
"Up here," the voice responded, notably feminine and laced with a solemn terror that trembled her speech. You risk a chance to turn around and climb higher up the slope, but a pulse from your floor threatens to knock you back down to the acids, forcing you to clutch tight and remain where you are.
"I can't! I can't climb!" you cried out, the horror gripping your soul evident in your response.
"I-I'll go to you," before you could know what this meant, you heard an approaching mass sliding down along the fleshy wall from above. You felt a foot bump into your shoulder, almost knocking you off had you not held tight with a steel grip. The rest of the stranger's body slid to your right, coming to stop just a little farther down than you. You heard her grunt, then pull herself back up to be level with where she assumed you were.
"Is that you? I think my night vision's come in, but it's hard to- hic - tell."
"I-I'm here," you answered, reaching out to touch whoever it was. You felt an arm covered in drenched, tattered clothing. Possibly in the early stage of digestion before it began effecting her, "Who are you?"
The girl flinched at being touched, but relaxed when there was no real threat, "Katie. I was at the party. You?"
She was a casualty of wherever their eater had come from, it seemed. The fact she was still alive after however long she'd been in here was a small comfort to you. "I was escaping my teacher... she found me in the elevator trying to reach the ground level."
"Oof. Sorry man." Katie replied, a hand finding your shoulder and patting it in a comforting way.
Her sympathy was appreciated, though couldn't do much to ease your fear, "H-how long ago did you get... swallowed?"
"Oh, a few hours maybe? Though don't ask me. Everything feels slow in here, and I think the- hic- liquor dilutes her acids anyway." Despite the quiver in her speech, there was a shocking casualness in her rapport.
"So... she can't digest us?"
"Yet." Katie replied bluntly then started sliding down again, "Gimme a second."
You were confused by her behavior, but started panicking when you heard her start approaching the surging lake of alcohol, "Wait, no! You'll drown! Come back!"
"Relax man," was her only response before you heard her splash into the pool. You listened anxiously for any sign of her over the cacophonous gurgles and slimy squelches reverberating throughout the gut, echoed by the giant girl's heart and lungs. Finally, a wet smacking reached the bare stomach wall again, and the girl crept back out of the sea to 'dry' land.
"Ooo~ That burns good~" she practically cooed, an unmistakable sound of pleasure in her voice.
"The fuck do you mean!? You could've died!" you retorted, shocked by her callous demeanor.
"Relax man. Just needed another drink. You'll be wanting some too in a bit," she commented. "The booze won't be here forever. It's already being moved on if you're listening at all. Soon it'll be just us and some chips in here, and personally, I'd like to be a bit out of sound body and mind when that- hic- happens."
So that was it. Katie was drunk, and she was doing it to ease her passing when it inevitably came. She wasn't trying to escape or struggle to survive. She'd already given up and just wanted to get it over with painlessly. You thought about the notion. Getting drunk one last time to soften the painful death creeping closer with each slosh of liquor draining into the giant's intestines. What hope was there for escape anyway? Somehow making the party girl puke? How often did that work with how often tinies wound up on the average person's diet? Still, she was pretty sloshed, and you might be able to work together and make her sick.
What do you do?
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June 3, 2023
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