Sarah's Find - Chapter 38

There is a chance that something she eats will make her burp again. A few more chips...maybe she chugs a soda? But you can't afford to wait that long. Who knows what will happen in the next few minutes? Her stomach was already kicking off digestion, the acids were leaking into the waters all around you. Every so often, the walls vibrated and writhed, a gurgling sound roaring in the air. Soon, the muscles would start contracting, violently churning everything in here like a washing machine. Even if there were no acid, the likelihood of you enduring that whirlpool of madness without drowning would be next to none. You had to make her belly upset now.

So you carefully waddled as close as you could to the slimy walls. It would be dangerous to touch them with your bare skin, as they're coated with acidic goop. Instead, you wham the butt of the flashlight against the wrinkled walls. Several times you pound at them with everything you have. The flashlight causes a small indent that quickly pops out. At one point, the device nearly slips out of your sweaty grasp, something you cannot allow to happen. Then, you back up and then send your foot into them like you're trying to bring down a door. Same thing. You make an indent that immediately pops out. One rebound almost causes you to lose your balance and fall into the acid lake.

Nothing.

You're smaller than an ant. Your puny size will do nothing for you now. She probably doesn't even feel it. Even her unconscious mind doesn't, as her body doesn't react in the slightest. Desperate, you send a few more kicks into her stomach, but again nothing happens. You feel incredibly weak and hopeless. There is no way your tiny form will muster enough force to influence anything. Panic begins to build in your mind. How are you gonna get out of here!? Can you even get out of here!? It can't end like this! All the butts that have sat on you, boobs that have smothered you, lips that have kissed, feet that have tried to squish, and all other things and you wind up being a tiny snack? Your body is so damned small there is practically nothing for her body to use; nothing to extract. Your remains will probably be fully absorbed simply by being mixed with other, more prominent, nutrients. With all the junk food she's been eating you are probably going to turn into fat. Probably on her ass. Your legacy may very well wind up being granted the privilege of adding a small amount of girth to the ass of a young lady who already had something of a bubble butt. Lovely.

A series of sounds. Muffled, coming from outside. A crinkling sound.

She's wrapping up the chip bag.

After standing around mindlessly munching on chip after chip after chip NOW she's done!? If she doesn't eat anymore she might not burp anymore, unless you manage to churn up some gas down here somehow. Sure, when her digestion is in full swing it might cause that, but by then you'll be dissolved!

Movement. You lose your balance. This is it. You're going to die in a literal pool of acid.

Fortunately, you land on your back atop the soggy remains of a potato fragment that is slowly dissolving. You need to get somewhere more solid and fast. You frantically shine the light around and see a a large “raft” of chip chunks that have melded together. It will dissolve eventually too, but it looks like it has more life in it than the one you're currently standing on. You hop over to it, everything inside of you tensing up as you take a literal leap of faith.

Just as you land, the waters begin to slosh and move as Sarah begins to walk. You can hear the sounds of her crocs smacking the floor, her clothes rustling against her skin, and even the creak of hinges as she opens what you think is a pantry to put away the chips. This is followed by a clatter as the bowl is dropped in the sink. Finally, you hear the sound of her hand rub against her belly, which she then pats. Each pat sends a quake through the walls of her stomach.

Then she starts walking again, the acidic waters sloshing up and around the walls. You hold onto the chip for dear life. Again, you shine around look for something, ANYTHING, that can be used to get out of this terrible situation. But there is nothing. Only the remains of her snacks; both the chips and those tiny unfortunates who somehow found their way down here. Incredibly, you think you can even see the wing of a gnat bobbing around in the lake of fire. Maybe she accidentally inhaled it and it wound up down here? Or it got stuck in the dip? Who knew. Perhaps she was finally going back to her room. Would she realize, at last, that you were missing yet again? It wouldn't really matter.

Another sound. Music. The movement came to an abrupt stop, your chip sliding up the side of a wall before slipping back down and bouncing over the water like a skipping stone. You couldn't tell what kind of music it was, and you weren't given the chance as it was cut off as quickly as her walking.

“Hey Nat!”

Hearing her speak was a very surreal experience given your position. Her voice sounded very close but also far somehow. You thought you could hear her lungs working as they expelled the air used to vocalize.

Nat? Natalie. The redhead who had sat on you and then placed you in her underwear. You remembered being so overwhelmed with that experience. Now it would be heaven compared to this death trap.

“Nothing, I just got done having a snack. What's up?”

As if to cap this, a small bubbling sound sang from her belly.

“They're fine, Natalie. I left them upstairs on my bed. They're probably napping or something. After all, they had to play all those weird games with Val. Anyone would need some downtime after all that! You know how she is!”

She paused, listening. You remembered her conversing with the redhead yesterday. You had managed to hear bits and pieces of Nat's words through Sarah's headphones. But now, you could hear nothing but the gurgles of the guts you were trapped in. You again shined the light around to try and find anything to help you. Again, you came up empty.

Another grumble. This one didn't come from her stomach, but lower down. Immediately after, an explosive sound from outside. You not only heard the walls of her belly retract, you could see it. Another symphony of groans deep below, followed by two smaller reports from outside.

“I don't have any plans tonight, I guess.” Sarah said. You could hear the sole of her croc slap the floor as she tapped her foot and her hand rubbing against her belly. “My mom is out running errands right now, and she'll be back in a couple of hours. But, I think she's going to stop by Val's at some point, so I'm sure that's going to turn into something. Val always talks her into something. But, anyway, I guess you can come over later if you want!”

She paused again.

“Yeah, you can see them too. I'm starting to think you're more interested in seeing the little person than you are seeing me! Is there something going on between you two, hmmm?” The voice was teasing, but you wondered if Sarah had any inkling of what you had done with her redhaired friend.

She began to move, causing the water to slosh around. This time it didn't last long, but the abrupt end was even more powerful. The water thrashed so violently that for one terrible second you were sure you were going 'overboard' and into the lake. You heard a whump from outside and could hear her body rubbing against fabric of some kind. She had sat down. The couch perhaps? The waters continued to gently slosh as up the walls. Was she lying down? Maybe! Quickly, you shone the light around and saw that the water was nearing the hole that would lead back up the esophagus. You remembered reading that you weren't supposed to lie down after eating to avoid stomach acid from seeping up the esophagus. This might be you chance to get out.

Using a series of thrusting motions with your legs, you are able to guide your 'raft' towards the hole. Once you were close enough to it, you shine a light up it. Just as you did, a gob of saliva came flowing out and gently splashed into the water.

There was no way this would work. She would swallow just as you were climbing up and you'd be right back down here. But, you couldn't just sit here. So, you carefully entered the slimy hole and began to work your way up.

Getting a grip on the walls was surprisingly easier than you thought it would be. The muscles that lined the tube made for excellent handles, even while soaked in slime. This was a great thing. It meant you could climb quicker, and you needed to be quick. The sound of her heart went from a muffled rhythm to a booming pace. You realized you were closer to her heart than ever before. And the sound of her lungs pulling in and exhaling sounded like you were in the middle of a roaring wind tunnel. Fortunately, she hadn't swallowed another mouthful of spit you, but you knew it would only be a matter of time.