Ken Holds On
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 27
· original author:
krauser3000
“No! I’m not food! I refuse to die here! I’ll survive somehow!” He promised himself to endure, although it was a baseless claim, he was now committed to surviving. He still had a few hours to go before being completely liquified. He had time to figure something out. Things would be easier if her stomach emptied a bit, then he wouldn’t have to tread to stay afloat, so he waited. The tingling sensation got stronger over time, his skin got softer and some of his hair began to fall out. Ken knew not to waste his energy swimming around. He needed to see his mom again, and that kept him in the fight.
Outside, Lisa looked down at her stomach and pouted. She had hoped for that lovely tingle shrinkies gave when they squirmed in her belly, but Ken and the other shrinky were surprisingly docile. She shook her hips and patted her stomach a bit, hoping to motivate her live meal to be a little more active. Back inside, Kens prison shook back and forth, but he refused to panic and held fast. Eventually it settled as Lisa gave up and went on with her evening. Sometimes he would get sloshed back and forth by her movements as time went on. At other times, he would feel the other shrinky float up against him, forcing him to move somewhere else in the stomach. Eventually Ken made a morbid epiphany. “When someone dies, their body begins to fill with gas quite quickly. This is why people who drown end up floating to shore.” It was horrible, but he would do anything to survive. He kept his fellow shrinky near by and used him to float in combination with the stomach wall, not go under as the stomach churned its dinner and shook with Lisa's periodic movements. She was just going about her evening while he was dying. Was she even thinking about him? It infuriated him. He remembered her spouse saying there were more shrinkies for dessert, but none came. Perhaps she had decided to save them for later? Either way, he was glad that he wasn’t going to have more company inside of Lisa's tummy.
Outside, Lisa had decided not to tell Ken’s mother about his fate as her dinner. There was no need to risk souring their relationship over a shrinky. She would eventually realize he had got eaten up by someone. Big people eat little people. It was just the natural way of things; she would get over it with time. She may even be persuaded to join her for a shrinky filled dinner party she was going to next month. She smacked her lips and salivated thinking of all the delicious little people she would get to gobble up whole.
Slowly but surely, the stomach groaned and gurgled below Ken as the hot slop slowly drained into her intestines. He was able to stand now and no longer had to cling the wall or the other man Lisa had mercilessly devoured, but his skin had started to go from tingling, to itching, to burning over the past hour or so. He wanted to scratch and writhe, but knew he would probably just end up peeling off his skin if he did. He still had no plan to escape, but had decided he would survive regardless. He wasn’t sure where this surge of strength and determination came from, but he was going to use it to the fullest extent. He made a quick apology to the man he had used, it only felt right. He would have no grave other than a toilet. He deserved some respect, at least. Saliva and mucous regularly dripped from the sphincter and walls as he bided his time. Lisa would occasionally drink some water, which was good. It diluted the acid. Slimy strands clung to his body and he did the best to brush them off and not be digested any faster than he already was. The constant darkness and groaning made him lose his sense of time.
As more time went on, Ken could swear he smelled something minty fresh. How could this be? The acrid disgusting air of her stomach was all he had to breath in since being swallowed alive. Then it hit him. “She must be brushing her teeth and swallowed some of the paste by mistake! That means she's getting ready for bed!” The small change in scent was a welcome, but minimal reprieve from the continuous assault on his olfactory senses. He was rocked back and forth as Lisa went about her bedtime routine. Suddenly, the world turned on its side, causing Ken to fall with a splat in the food that still remained around him. He got up. “She must be lying down to go to sleep. This could be my chance!” In a few minutes his suspicions were confirmed as the breathing and heartbeat that had assaulted his ears for so long began to slow. He could even swear he could hear a bit of snoring over the constant gurgles and glops around him. She slept soundly while he was in peril. He needed to take action. By now his skin was raw and red, he had lost most of his hair. Some of his nails had fallen off his fingers and toes. It felt like he had a full body sunburn from being digested over the past hour or so. He didn’t have much time left and endured the pain. Ken wondered if he could crawl up her throat and escape, but was worried he would just be swallowed again and get exhausted. On the other hand, if he got out, his Mom was right next door! He could make it just by walking for a few hours!
Considering this he decided to…
Outside, Lisa looked down at her stomach and pouted. She had hoped for that lovely tingle shrinkies gave when they squirmed in her belly, but Ken and the other shrinky were surprisingly docile. She shook her hips and patted her stomach a bit, hoping to motivate her live meal to be a little more active. Back inside, Kens prison shook back and forth, but he refused to panic and held fast. Eventually it settled as Lisa gave up and went on with her evening. Sometimes he would get sloshed back and forth by her movements as time went on. At other times, he would feel the other shrinky float up against him, forcing him to move somewhere else in the stomach. Eventually Ken made a morbid epiphany. “When someone dies, their body begins to fill with gas quite quickly. This is why people who drown end up floating to shore.” It was horrible, but he would do anything to survive. He kept his fellow shrinky near by and used him to float in combination with the stomach wall, not go under as the stomach churned its dinner and shook with Lisa's periodic movements. She was just going about her evening while he was dying. Was she even thinking about him? It infuriated him. He remembered her spouse saying there were more shrinkies for dessert, but none came. Perhaps she had decided to save them for later? Either way, he was glad that he wasn’t going to have more company inside of Lisa's tummy.
Outside, Lisa had decided not to tell Ken’s mother about his fate as her dinner. There was no need to risk souring their relationship over a shrinky. She would eventually realize he had got eaten up by someone. Big people eat little people. It was just the natural way of things; she would get over it with time. She may even be persuaded to join her for a shrinky filled dinner party she was going to next month. She smacked her lips and salivated thinking of all the delicious little people she would get to gobble up whole.
Slowly but surely, the stomach groaned and gurgled below Ken as the hot slop slowly drained into her intestines. He was able to stand now and no longer had to cling the wall or the other man Lisa had mercilessly devoured, but his skin had started to go from tingling, to itching, to burning over the past hour or so. He wanted to scratch and writhe, but knew he would probably just end up peeling off his skin if he did. He still had no plan to escape, but had decided he would survive regardless. He wasn’t sure where this surge of strength and determination came from, but he was going to use it to the fullest extent. He made a quick apology to the man he had used, it only felt right. He would have no grave other than a toilet. He deserved some respect, at least. Saliva and mucous regularly dripped from the sphincter and walls as he bided his time. Lisa would occasionally drink some water, which was good. It diluted the acid. Slimy strands clung to his body and he did the best to brush them off and not be digested any faster than he already was. The constant darkness and groaning made him lose his sense of time.
As more time went on, Ken could swear he smelled something minty fresh. How could this be? The acrid disgusting air of her stomach was all he had to breath in since being swallowed alive. Then it hit him. “She must be brushing her teeth and swallowed some of the paste by mistake! That means she's getting ready for bed!” The small change in scent was a welcome, but minimal reprieve from the continuous assault on his olfactory senses. He was rocked back and forth as Lisa went about her bedtime routine. Suddenly, the world turned on its side, causing Ken to fall with a splat in the food that still remained around him. He got up. “She must be lying down to go to sleep. This could be my chance!” In a few minutes his suspicions were confirmed as the breathing and heartbeat that had assaulted his ears for so long began to slow. He could even swear he could hear a bit of snoring over the constant gurgles and glops around him. She slept soundly while he was in peril. He needed to take action. By now his skin was raw and red, he had lost most of his hair. Some of his nails had fallen off his fingers and toes. It felt like he had a full body sunburn from being digested over the past hour or so. He didn’t have much time left and endured the pain. Ken wondered if he could crawl up her throat and escape, but was worried he would just be swallowed again and get exhausted. On the other hand, if he got out, his Mom was right next door! He could make it just by walking for a few hours!
Considering this he decided to…
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June 3, 2023
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