Swallowed
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 26
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krauser3000
His arms and legs slightly dimpling the squishy surface as he moved. What he then saw filled him with more despair than ever before.
A spoon full of salad and potatoes hovered outside beyond her parted teeth, moving inwards to join him in this horridly biological cage of a maw. He started sobbing again as the food was shoveled into her mouth, pushing him backwards from freedom yet again. “Mom! Someone! Help me please!” The mouth closed again. This time the tongue deftly separated him from the mushy pile of food, tucking him between the outside of her molars and inside of her cheek. The skin of her cheek felt slick and smooth compared to the somewhat rough bumpy texture of the tongue that she had been using to taste and humiliate him.
She began to chew, turning the food in her mouth to a saliva-soaked mushy food bolus. The crunching was like listening to someone chew through headphones with the volume on max. While chewing Ken started screaming incoherently in terror of being ground up, but once again Lisa had kept her promise. She would not chew him and kept him from being mashed by her rock-hard teeth. Outside, one could see a faint bulge resembling kens form pushed against her cheek as she hummed in pleasure. Feeling his cries of panic vibrated the inside of her cheek in a pleasant tickling sensation.
As she stopped, it was like being in a storm that suddenly ended for Ken. Everything was still for a few moments and there was only the sound of her calm breathing. Then her tongue came to retrieve him from his nesting spot of relative safety in her cheek. “No… please no! Lisa don’t do this! I don’t want to be eaten! Don’t kill me, please!” Ken begged. Lisa could hear his cries clearly from within, but was well used to ignoring her food begging her for mercy and continued to embed him in the mouthful she had finished chewing. She found it mildly amusing but shrinkies often made the same pleas for mercy, so it was nothing new. The little ones always had such a hard time accepting their place on the food chain. It was really what was best for them, she thought. It’s not like they can contribute to society and they only burden the people around them. It was natures delicious way of population control and natural selection.
Ken was mashed into the bolus by the unstoppable tongue while his head and limbs stuck out of the food ball like some sickening squelchy costume. He then felt the tug of gravity pulling him towards her throat. Lisa was tilting her head back to swallow him. “No, no!” He tried to think of something, anything to have Lisa take pity on him. “Lisa, wait! I have something to tell you! Let me out please! We need to talk!”
Hopefully the prospect of finding out what he wanted to say could forestall his ingestion. Lisa bucked her tongue back and swallowed.
*GLUCK*
The walls of her esophagus closed in, clenching around him in a full body hug as peristaltic movements pulled him down into her stomach. Ken wanted to scream, but the food had completely enveloped his body in the tight space of the throat. If he opened his mouth mushy salad and saliva would push its way in. From the outside, a small bulge traveled down Lisas slender and feminine neck. “MMh! Mrmm!” He couldn’t help but scream even though his mouth was shut tight as he thrashed. He was in a pure state of panic, yet Lisas heartrate and breathing were completely calm. They were so loud as he passed the heart and lungs, they drowned out his own thoughts. Down, down, down… he was pushed until he was met with a tight ring of muscle that squeezed him tightly, similar to how Lisa’s lips had grasped him when she taunted him with freedom, but this time it was painfully tight. The heat was unbearable, it truly was like a blast furnace in her stomach. Her mouth was much more preferrable already. He slowly squelched his way through and fell a short distance into the mushy pit of her stomach making a splat on the surface before starting to sink down below. His survival instincts worked against him, causing him to struggle to stay on the surface and prolong his suffering.
He was in a stomach. It was pitch black. He had been eaten by someone. He was dinner. He was going to die in here, slowly. A loud thudding sound rocked the stomach interrupting his thoughts, causing the thick soup he treads in to shake. Lisa was patting her belly, clearly satisfied. Suddenly the air pressure changed and Ken’s ears popped as she let out a belch that rang down from above.
The ominous gurgles and groans vibrated his body and seemed to come from all directions. The heat was still stifling as well in combination with his slimy skin covered in food bits. The smell was so strong, he could taste the air in her stomach. His body felt like it was being submerged in a fleshy hot tub from hell and desperately needed cooling. There was no light whatsoever for him to orient himself with, and the air made his eyes sting when he kept them open. All of his senses were being violated by Lisa. He wanted to cover his ears in terror, but needed his hands to stay afloat in the muck. He heard some faint gulping up above him. Before he could realize what was happening, the sphincter directly above him opened up, spitting out a deluge of lukewarm water mixed with saliva onto him making it even harder to stay afloat as it pushed him down. The water was originally cool, but had been warmed as it passed through the mouth and throat. Sputtering, he broke the surface again after going under briefly. He needed to move before a food bolus landed on him and caused him to drown. Being an inch tall, there wasn’t much room in the stomach. He remembered that the stomach was usually as large as the closed fist of the person it belonged to and stretched beyond that only if needed. If he were a little taller, he wouldn’t have to tread to stay afloat, but Lisa had ate and drank a lot. She was eating for two, after all. He could almost touch the sphincter if he wanted to. Either side of the stomach wasn’t more than a few feet away on either side.
He quickly swam to the nearest stomach wall, taking all his strength to move in the viscous pit of semisolid food he was trapped in. Just by hopelessly trying to survive, he was helping Lisa digest her dinner as he broke it up and moved it around – himself included, just like she had watched on TV. He punched and smacked the wall in anger, which was unsurprisingly ineffective. All he managed to do was splatter himself with the digestive juices on the wall. He eventually decided to cling to the wall, trying to save his strength, unable to allow himself to just drown and be out of his misery. It was slippery, but rubbery enough for him to get a grip on.
He sobbed in relative silence. “How could she do this to me? I begged her for my life! We were neighbors!” Ken anguished and sobbed. Even though he agreed at first, he changed his mind about being food, but she decided to end his life as part of her meal anyway. She enjoyed it. Him. Knowing her barely elevated him above any other shrinky she gulped down. All it got him was some meaningless courtesy before being eaten. He wondered if she was going to eat him no matter what he said, but it didn’t matter now. She saw him as an amusing meal and treated him as such.
The sounds of digestion carried on as he held on to the wall for dear life. His skin was starting to tingle, especially on his hands holding the walls. This was just the beginning of his digestion. He would be trapped for hours inside of this organic torture chamber while Lisa enjoyed the rest of her dinner without a care in the world and turned in for the night. Suddenly he remembered what she said about being sucked into her intestines alive. He wanted to just let go and die. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. He heard some more food splatter down into the stomach to join him.
Faint moaning and yelling brought him out of his stupor. It was getting louder and louder until he could make something out! “Help! Help! Is someone there? I don’t want to die! Save me, somebody please!” It was the shrinky she had swallowed alive earlier during her dinner. She did mention he would have company. In a panic, the older man grabbed him trying to stay afloat. “Ah! Get off! Don’t touch me!” Ken yelled as he found his voice again, but the other man wouldn’t listen and started trying to use him as a floatation device, pushing his head below the muck. It was like being drowned in hot mud. He wrestled with the man for a while before finally breaking the surface again.
On pure fight instinct, he struck the man once with a closed fist on the side of the head. He went limp as his body slumped down back into the swampy mess of chewed food they shared. Ken remembered he was an older fellow, probably more fragile than himself. He just killed him by accident. “No, no. I didn’t kill him. He was dead the moment he was swallowed. I’m not a murderer. He was drowning me! It was self defense!” Ken reassured himself. He felt the body brush against him as he heard more food enter the stomach. Lisa still had not finished her hearty dinner. He quickly moved himself away from the floating corpse and found another place to hang on to. Not much changed as he waited, more food and water splashed down periodically, his body felt weaker and more soft. A sudden jerk interpreted the cycle. “She must have stood up. She’s finished eating.” Ken figured. He was sloshed back and forth as she walked to the kitchen counter to drop off her plates and wash her hands. “There’s no point in prolonging this. I’m food. I’m going to be turned into mush. I should just let myself sink.” Ken concluded that he should no longer prolong this humiliation and suffering.
A spoon full of salad and potatoes hovered outside beyond her parted teeth, moving inwards to join him in this horridly biological cage of a maw. He started sobbing again as the food was shoveled into her mouth, pushing him backwards from freedom yet again. “Mom! Someone! Help me please!” The mouth closed again. This time the tongue deftly separated him from the mushy pile of food, tucking him between the outside of her molars and inside of her cheek. The skin of her cheek felt slick and smooth compared to the somewhat rough bumpy texture of the tongue that she had been using to taste and humiliate him.
She began to chew, turning the food in her mouth to a saliva-soaked mushy food bolus. The crunching was like listening to someone chew through headphones with the volume on max. While chewing Ken started screaming incoherently in terror of being ground up, but once again Lisa had kept her promise. She would not chew him and kept him from being mashed by her rock-hard teeth. Outside, one could see a faint bulge resembling kens form pushed against her cheek as she hummed in pleasure. Feeling his cries of panic vibrated the inside of her cheek in a pleasant tickling sensation.
As she stopped, it was like being in a storm that suddenly ended for Ken. Everything was still for a few moments and there was only the sound of her calm breathing. Then her tongue came to retrieve him from his nesting spot of relative safety in her cheek. “No… please no! Lisa don’t do this! I don’t want to be eaten! Don’t kill me, please!” Ken begged. Lisa could hear his cries clearly from within, but was well used to ignoring her food begging her for mercy and continued to embed him in the mouthful she had finished chewing. She found it mildly amusing but shrinkies often made the same pleas for mercy, so it was nothing new. The little ones always had such a hard time accepting their place on the food chain. It was really what was best for them, she thought. It’s not like they can contribute to society and they only burden the people around them. It was natures delicious way of population control and natural selection.
Ken was mashed into the bolus by the unstoppable tongue while his head and limbs stuck out of the food ball like some sickening squelchy costume. He then felt the tug of gravity pulling him towards her throat. Lisa was tilting her head back to swallow him. “No, no!” He tried to think of something, anything to have Lisa take pity on him. “Lisa, wait! I have something to tell you! Let me out please! We need to talk!”
Hopefully the prospect of finding out what he wanted to say could forestall his ingestion. Lisa bucked her tongue back and swallowed.
*GLUCK*
The walls of her esophagus closed in, clenching around him in a full body hug as peristaltic movements pulled him down into her stomach. Ken wanted to scream, but the food had completely enveloped his body in the tight space of the throat. If he opened his mouth mushy salad and saliva would push its way in. From the outside, a small bulge traveled down Lisas slender and feminine neck. “MMh! Mrmm!” He couldn’t help but scream even though his mouth was shut tight as he thrashed. He was in a pure state of panic, yet Lisas heartrate and breathing were completely calm. They were so loud as he passed the heart and lungs, they drowned out his own thoughts. Down, down, down… he was pushed until he was met with a tight ring of muscle that squeezed him tightly, similar to how Lisa’s lips had grasped him when she taunted him with freedom, but this time it was painfully tight. The heat was unbearable, it truly was like a blast furnace in her stomach. Her mouth was much more preferrable already. He slowly squelched his way through and fell a short distance into the mushy pit of her stomach making a splat on the surface before starting to sink down below. His survival instincts worked against him, causing him to struggle to stay on the surface and prolong his suffering.
He was in a stomach. It was pitch black. He had been eaten by someone. He was dinner. He was going to die in here, slowly. A loud thudding sound rocked the stomach interrupting his thoughts, causing the thick soup he treads in to shake. Lisa was patting her belly, clearly satisfied. Suddenly the air pressure changed and Ken’s ears popped as she let out a belch that rang down from above.
The ominous gurgles and groans vibrated his body and seemed to come from all directions. The heat was still stifling as well in combination with his slimy skin covered in food bits. The smell was so strong, he could taste the air in her stomach. His body felt like it was being submerged in a fleshy hot tub from hell and desperately needed cooling. There was no light whatsoever for him to orient himself with, and the air made his eyes sting when he kept them open. All of his senses were being violated by Lisa. He wanted to cover his ears in terror, but needed his hands to stay afloat in the muck. He heard some faint gulping up above him. Before he could realize what was happening, the sphincter directly above him opened up, spitting out a deluge of lukewarm water mixed with saliva onto him making it even harder to stay afloat as it pushed him down. The water was originally cool, but had been warmed as it passed through the mouth and throat. Sputtering, he broke the surface again after going under briefly. He needed to move before a food bolus landed on him and caused him to drown. Being an inch tall, there wasn’t much room in the stomach. He remembered that the stomach was usually as large as the closed fist of the person it belonged to and stretched beyond that only if needed. If he were a little taller, he wouldn’t have to tread to stay afloat, but Lisa had ate and drank a lot. She was eating for two, after all. He could almost touch the sphincter if he wanted to. Either side of the stomach wasn’t more than a few feet away on either side.
He quickly swam to the nearest stomach wall, taking all his strength to move in the viscous pit of semisolid food he was trapped in. Just by hopelessly trying to survive, he was helping Lisa digest her dinner as he broke it up and moved it around – himself included, just like she had watched on TV. He punched and smacked the wall in anger, which was unsurprisingly ineffective. All he managed to do was splatter himself with the digestive juices on the wall. He eventually decided to cling to the wall, trying to save his strength, unable to allow himself to just drown and be out of his misery. It was slippery, but rubbery enough for him to get a grip on.
He sobbed in relative silence. “How could she do this to me? I begged her for my life! We were neighbors!” Ken anguished and sobbed. Even though he agreed at first, he changed his mind about being food, but she decided to end his life as part of her meal anyway. She enjoyed it. Him. Knowing her barely elevated him above any other shrinky she gulped down. All it got him was some meaningless courtesy before being eaten. He wondered if she was going to eat him no matter what he said, but it didn’t matter now. She saw him as an amusing meal and treated him as such.
The sounds of digestion carried on as he held on to the wall for dear life. His skin was starting to tingle, especially on his hands holding the walls. This was just the beginning of his digestion. He would be trapped for hours inside of this organic torture chamber while Lisa enjoyed the rest of her dinner without a care in the world and turned in for the night. Suddenly he remembered what she said about being sucked into her intestines alive. He wanted to just let go and die. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. He heard some more food splatter down into the stomach to join him.
Faint moaning and yelling brought him out of his stupor. It was getting louder and louder until he could make something out! “Help! Help! Is someone there? I don’t want to die! Save me, somebody please!” It was the shrinky she had swallowed alive earlier during her dinner. She did mention he would have company. In a panic, the older man grabbed him trying to stay afloat. “Ah! Get off! Don’t touch me!” Ken yelled as he found his voice again, but the other man wouldn’t listen and started trying to use him as a floatation device, pushing his head below the muck. It was like being drowned in hot mud. He wrestled with the man for a while before finally breaking the surface again.
On pure fight instinct, he struck the man once with a closed fist on the side of the head. He went limp as his body slumped down back into the swampy mess of chewed food they shared. Ken remembered he was an older fellow, probably more fragile than himself. He just killed him by accident. “No, no. I didn’t kill him. He was dead the moment he was swallowed. I’m not a murderer. He was drowning me! It was self defense!” Ken reassured himself. He felt the body brush against him as he heard more food enter the stomach. Lisa still had not finished her hearty dinner. He quickly moved himself away from the floating corpse and found another place to hang on to. Not much changed as he waited, more food and water splashed down periodically, his body felt weaker and more soft. A sudden jerk interpreted the cycle. “She must have stood up. She’s finished eating.” Ken figured. He was sloshed back and forth as she walked to the kitchen counter to drop off her plates and wash her hands. “There’s no point in prolonging this. I’m food. I’m going to be turned into mush. I should just let myself sink.” Ken concluded that he should no longer prolong this humiliation and suffering.
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June 3, 2023
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