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*gulp* … … … … *SPLASH* … *gurgle*
“Whoa,” you breathe, as a big lump of… something, comes plopping down into the thick stew around you. The slop is already almost up to your knees, which in the confined space are themselves almost up to your neck, and with this new arrival- this new food- the liquids rise even higher.
It comes to rest bobbing up between your legs. It is certainly a big hunk of something, nearly the size of your own chest. Whatever it had been, she’d chewed it thoroughly before swallowing it down, unlike what she’d done with you. Now it’s just an unidentifiable mass of masticated food, loosely held together by saliva and the compacting force of her throat.
You push at it with one hand and it deforms, shifting slightly and sending new ripples throughout the stomach.
*GUUURGLE*
The wrinkled walls close in, forcing the fresh bolas against you and pressing your knees into it. Waves of chyme crash, washing over the blob, and nearly your own head too. You can feel the food starting to separate out, little bits breaking off to float aimlessly in the pool of Siara’s digestive juices.
“What… what was this?” you ask, almost morbidly curious.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she teases in reply, her muffled voice booming around you, sending more little waves lapping against your skin. “Mmmmmm…” your world rumbles. “I’ll tell you this, it sure was tasty.”
*GUUURGLE* *GLORP* *GLUG*
The sounds of her belly, usually so distant if ever heard at all, ring loud in your ears. The walls come pressing in once more, pressing you against the glob of food, and this time you feel it break apart under the pressure.
*UUURP*
*GUUUURGLE*
The walls retreat again, but this time not quite as far. It seems her belly is keen on keeping you quite close with this new food of hers.
You find the few large chunks of the former bolas floating around in the chyme without much trouble. You pick one up, raising it above the murky surface, feeling its fragile consistency. Another stir of the stomach walls- or perhaps an inadvertent nudge from her expanding lungs- sends another acid-filled wave through the tight chamber, washing over your hand.
As the digestive tides ebb once more, you watch as the glob of food you’re holding begins to dissolve right before your eyes. It sags and deforms under its own weight, bits and globs dripping off the sides to plop back down into the chyme below. You can feel some of it pooling around your bottom, collecting at the base of the depression you’re making in the stomach floor.
Digestion, live and in the flesh.
You stare, somewhat mesmerized, at the unrecognizable mass of food that you’re sharing a stomach with. Low rumbles and high-pitched squelches come and go as the walls continue to move and massage around you, squishing you, pressing you, you and the rest of her food.
Minutes go by, or maybe hours. Time within Siara’s stomach was only the progress by which it digested its meals. But before too long, you reach a point where, dragging your arm through the slop filling her gut, you can no longer find any distinct pieces of the mouthful you watched her swallow. It was gone, dissolved, now only a vague thickness in the liquids which filled her belly.
*GLUG* *GLUG* *GLUG* *GUUUURGLE*
The fluids ebb slightly around you. You can feel them being drained, pumped deeper into her bowels below you.
“Gone…” you say, finally. You feel the strain in your voice; you haven’t spoken for so long. She hears you, though.
“Is it?” comes her quiet rumble.
“It’s all gone,” you repeat, grinning in mild amazement.
*GLORP* *GURG*
The stomach walls press into you again, and you press back with one arm, marveling at the almost frightening ability of this place.
“…You’re next, you know.”
“What?” you look up to where you know her face is, as if you could somehow see her expression through the stomach ceiling and layers of muscle and bone beyond. “But, you said… You’re joking, right?”
*GUUURGLE*
“Siara? …Siara, you’re joking right?”
*GUUURGLE* *UURP*