Chapter 3: Watch Out Stomach Here She Comes
The smell of alcohol-laced vomit welcomed her into the large
space, bringing back vague memories of the times she had ducked into a pub on a
Saturday night to use the toilet. It was just as dark as Sae’s gullet was, she
could just make out the immediate space around her but the walls were almost
invisible like they had merged with the darkness, they were there but at the
same time, it was like they weren’t there.
Makoto struck the edge of a cube of lime with a pained grunt
and broke straight through it, she splashed into the gastro acid that filled
her sister’s stomach. A burning, itching situation washed over her, her toes
curled as she felt like the soles of her feet were on fire. She kicked her legs
and burst from the acid, throwing herself onto the bopping piece of fruit and
swiftly heaved herself onto it, bending her knees to elevate her feet as high
as she could. The fruit rocked, threatening to flip over, before seeming to
settle after several bops. Makoto let out a relieved breath, the fog from the
mojito had completely left her mind now.
She pulled herself to the centre of the fruit and looked
down at her feet. Leaning forward, her eyes widened, her nylons had melted, her
feet were completely bare, her red soles were decorated in angry scabs, and the
legs of her nylons were decorated in melted rips. Her skirt was full of holes
and the hem was now beyond frayed; long stringy pieces of melted threads were
melting onto what was left of her nylons. Her pinny was hanging off her, the
straps were each half melted away with thin weak strands barely connecting them,
the once white undershirt was discoloured, stained yellow and green, and her
elbows were exposed as torn fabric formed batlike wings under her arms.
Makoto looked around her new environment, murky green
gastric acid filled the interior of Sae’s stomach, it was so dark she could not
see how deep it was or anything beneath the surface. Though going by her brief
experience in the gastric juices, it was more than deep enough for her to
submerge past her head and keep going. The only reason she even assumed there was
something under the acid was because of the occasional bubbles bursting from
below, acrid gas that smelled like vomit filling the air. Her giantess sister’s
stomach was the size of a small courtroom at her size, if this weren’t such a
precarious situation, Makoto might have found the comparison rather funny. Islands
of soggy chunks of lime drifted slowly along the fizzling surface in some
twisted parody of a tropical paradise, a sudden burst of dark green gas erupted
like a geyser from a bubble, knocking a chunk of lime off its course. The walls
of Sae’s stomach began to tremble before the roar of a belch echoed from above
as a small burp escaped Sae’s lips.
Makoto gripped the edges of the lime, a shiver rising in her
spine, her skin prickling as she felt the warm soggy texture squelch between
her fingers. A bitter sour candy-like smell slithered into her nose, released
by the ruptured flesh of the lime between her fingers. Her lifeboat rocked back
and forth, briefly sinking deeper as one edge raised then fell again and again
as the revolting sickly lake around her rippled from the brief rupture of gas.
A large droplet suddenly crashed onto Makoto. The sudden
weight causing her fruit to sink so deep three-quarters of its height briefly
vanished before it bobbed back up, the momentum making it continue to bounce as
it continued its journey through the acidic lake. Makoto pressed her lips
together in concentration as she determinedly maintained her grip on the fruit.
Small pieces slid off from between her fingers as her grip further crushed the
surface level, forcing pulp up between her fingers where it slid over the back
of her hand, along the fruits torn surface before plopping into the acid with a
small splash and a fizzle as it was broken down to feed her sister.
Makoto grimaced as the strong salty flavour of Sae’s gastric
mucosa assaulted her tastebuds. Bile rose at the back of her throat and she
retched, a mixture of bile, mucus and saliva dripping from her mouth in long,
thick, chunky strands that slowly filled the lines she had carved into the
lime, slowly rising around her fingers. Her toes curled as she felt the warmth
of the sticky vile cocktail caress her fingers. She began to spit, trying to
force the flavour from her mouth, firing the horrid mixture overboard into her
sister’s stomach where it fizzed and broke down until only a light whisp of
smoke remained.
She did her best to wipe her hand on what was left of her
skirt before grabbing a handful and ripping a chunk of the soggy fruit and
slamming it into her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut as the strong sour taste
threatened to overwhelm her and the soggy texture made her want to vomit. She
chewed the lime into a pulp and forced herself to swallow, she shivered, but
the taste of mucus was gone and now all she could smell was the sweet scent of
lime – and the vomit stench that filled the air of her sister’s stomach.
The ripples from the burst of gas had completely faded and
even her tiny island of salvation was becoming more tranquil as it aimlessly
floated. It was like time didn’t exist in Sae’s stomach. Just, what is. Tiny
islands of fruit floated along, slowly getting smaller and thinner. The sound
of Sae’s breathing all around her reminded Makoto of a persistent yet pleasant
breeze on a beach, it may carry a horrid scent but the sound was pure bliss.
She could feel her muscles relaxing again. It barely even tickled the edge of
awareness as one of the smaller islands slanted, capsizing, and sinking into
the burning lake and never bobbing back up. Makoto leaned back and laid herself
flat on the little green island, looking up at the dark starless slimy sky, a
warm constant thud of her heartbeat further relaxing her. She actually felt
like her heart was syncing up with the constant steady drum.
As minutes drifted by Makoto found herself feeling not
unlike how she would feel on holiday. Just as Sae enjoyed the five-star
treatment of the extravagant club, Makoto enjoyed the deluxe treatment of Sae’s
internal spa.
That was until a rumbling side echoed from above like the
start of a waterfall.
High above. In the dark pit that was the base of her older
sister’s gullet, the sound of rushing water echoed. It was like a waterslide
had just been turned on and the pressure had been set too high. The water was charging
its way down. Like a military ensemble. The shimmering light green liquid of
another mojito appeared and poured down into the stomach. A fresh wave of lime
mixed with a white rum scent filtered into the bile-flavoured air.
The mojito struck the surface of the gastric acid with a
giant splash, light green clouds of gas building from where it hit. It was like
Sae had some kind of alien version of Niagara Falls inside her. Ripples erupted
from the point the cocktail had struck, turning into small waves from the
constant flow by the time it had stopped. The tiny islands rocked like little
boats in a storm, a couple of them capsizing and flipping while others sunk
beneath the surface and did not come back up, the only evidence they had been
there been the barrage of tiny bubbles that rushed to the surface.
A startled scream escape Makoto as her island lifted and
started to capsize. She tried to grab at the elevated edge to clamber atop it
then over onto the safe side. Gravity shifted and she found herself falling
before could reach it. Again, Makoto was bathed in her giant sister’s stomach
acids as she clung to the underside of the lime. Tiny bubbles began to rise
around her. She didn’t know if it was from her clothes or her skin as the
itching irritation ran over her flesh like a colony of angry fire ants.
She lets go of the lime and began to swim around it before
finding breaching the surface and taking a deep breath. The taste of vomit
burned her tongue. She grappled with the molten fruit. The top of the lime
looked like green wax that had been lit passed its time. Her fists splatted
into the surface, sinking in it with ease. She tried to pull herself back up
but her fist sliced straight through the pulpy remains and carved a chunk out
of the edge that led all the way to the centre, splashing her face with the
hot, sticky pulp.
She tried again but when she tried to pull herself up all
she did was carve a new rut in the surface.
This was bad.
She couldn’t get back on the island.
The irritated skin of her legs was starting to burn.
She turned in place. Thrashing around. Her heart pounding in
panic.
None of the islands was close.
But she had to try.
She began to kick her way to one of the more central
islands, hoping its position would indicate that it was fresher. And that it
would last longer.
SPLASH
Something a bit bigger than she was slammed into the murky
lake, just barely missing her. A large dark green wave towered over her and
smashed into her face, her chest dipped back under the surface but she managed
to keep her head above. Hair clung to her forehead. Her cheeks burned. She glared
at what had nearly hit her.
Her eyes widened in a mixture of astonishment and happiness
as she stared at her salvation. Sae had swallowed another cubed chunk of lime.
Makoto slept from the gastric lake and grabbed hold of the edge of the fruit,
before pulling herself up so that her chest was level with the edge and she was
able to heave herself onto the top of the fruit. Her knees bending, her feet as
high and far away as they could be from the hungry lake. Tears of relief and
pain streamed from her eyes. She was safe.
She lay panting on that chunk of dried-out fruit for several
minutes. Her chest ached from exertion as each breath forced it to stretch. Her
tiny B cups pushed firmly against her drenched clothing. The sound of stitching
tearing reached her ears. She did not move it. She just continued to lay there
and breathe. Her sister had saved her. It was like the gods above granting a
starving man a raft as he’s on the cusp of drowning in the ever-expanding
ocean. She was in need and her sister had provided for her. The thoughts
completely overshadowed the fact it was her drinking the mojito that had caused
her previous island to capsize, and it was her drinking the mojito in the first
place that had sent her little sister down her gullet. All that mattered was
the fact Sae had saved her life.
The harmonic sound of Sae’s breathing and the comforting
thrum of her heart echoed around Makoto. Her breathing eased with each beat.
The remnants of panic were completely gone. The feeling of peace returned to her,
embracing her like a warm hug from a cherished loved one.
Eventually, she was able to make herself sit up. Her pinny
fell from her shoulders, the stitching of the straps having given way after her
painful dip in her big sister’s stomach acids. Resigned, she removed the
article of clothing from her person and with a pang of regret tossed it
overboard. It landed with a wet slap against the acid and immediately began to
fizz. Part of her felt a pang of regret at losing a piece of clothing while
another part of her mind tried to justify that it was like she was thanking her
sister for saving her life, giving an offering to a goddess, a thank you in the
form of nutrition.
She looked down at the rest of her body. Her once-white
undershirt had been reduced to rags and stained a mixture of green, brown, and
pink. Her bra was exposed and she could see the fabric connecting her two cups
had melted away leaving them separate. Her skirt was now just a belt with a
torn lacelike fringe, threads melting together like torn black spider webs, her
nylons were completely gone, and her naked legs were burned red, prickling with
the numbness of remembered pain. She shifted in place, and yep, her panties
were gone too, there was a white strand of melted fabric welded to her inner
thigh. She was kneeling, half-naked, on top of a chunk of dried-out fruit in
her goddess-sized sister’s stomach.
A hard object suddenly bounced off her inner thigh and
landed on the fruit with a clunk. Panic suddenly surged through her. She
snatched her phone from where it had landed after it fell from what was left of
her shirt pocket.
“Please work, please work, please work…” she chanted,
praying, she turned the phone over in her hand. The device was wet. The screen
was cracked. She held down the power button. There was a brief shimmer as the
phone tried to display the usual symbol to signify its need to charge. The
shimmer vanished and grey smoke began to bellow off the device. It was fried.
“Damn it!” Makoto cursed.
The useless block slipped through her fingers and bounced impotently
against the island.
She needed to get her sister’s attention if she wanted any
chance of getting out of there.
She looked around.
Her island was slowly floating aimlessly like the rest of
them.
She took in the slimy maroon walls. The mucus coating them
shimmered slightly as it reflected the rippling surface. Makoto nipped her lip.
Maybe, if she could reach the lining of her giant sister’s stomach. Maybe, she
could catch her attention.
She looked down at the steaming lake. She couldn’t swim to
the stomach lining that was for sure. And she couldn’t just wait on her island,
it could be hours before it drifted to one of the walls, and it would likely
dissolve before that.
A piece of fruit roughly a quarter of her size drifted
slowly passed her drifting pathway. Makoto was struck with an idea. Shakily,
she forced herself to her feet, bending her knees, she braced herself.
Just as the segment of pulp began to drift away, Makato
launched herself into the air. She struck her mark. The pulp sunk briefly into
the acid as she landed, the skin of her feet briefly burning as she was sunk to
her ankles before it bounced back into place. Her impact changed the direction
that the island was drifting, sending it in the direction she had jumped. At
first, her landing seemed to have sped the drift speed of the pulp but soon it
slowed back to the regular agonizingly slow of the natural drift.
She quickly found the next closest island. She bent her
knees. The small land mass began to shift. She thrust out her arms, tracing
windmills as she tried to maintain her balance, nearly falling off of the pulp.
She felt herself falling forward. She jumped. The pulp that she’d been using
sank and began to fizz.
Heart hammer in her chest. Her foot landed on the next
island. And slid forward. She fell backwards and her back landed with a wet
slap against the semi-digested lime. Her body sunk a minute inch into the
fruit. She shivered, it was like it had gone rotten.
She forced herself to sit up, pressing her palms against the
lime, they nearly slipped out from under her but she managed it.
She was suddenly immersed in a warm sticky substance. She
began violently wiping the gunk from her face. Another droplet of her sister’s
gastric mucosa had landed on her, thoroughly soaking her and again filling her
mouth with the incredibly salty flavour. Another unpleasant shudder rocked
through her. Grabbing at the rags of her shirt, she tore one free and used the
side that had been pressed against her body to wipe her eyes, it wasn’t perfect
but at least she could see again.
Shakily, she pushed herself to her feet, nearly slipping on
the rotten-like pulp in the process. She took a deep breath, and it quivered in
her throat. She looked up, she was almost at Sae’s stomach wall. There was
small mushy pulp close to the lining, it probably wouldn’t last long but Makoto
needed to get her sister’s attention.
She jumped.
Again she hit her mark. Her legs splashed through the pulp
and she sunk up to her waist. Her arrival thankfully made the pulp lurch
forward and slap against the lining of Sae’s stomach. Her slender fair legs
began to burn again. Her toes curled in pain. She raised her arms and began
slapping and punching the hot, slimy wall.
Outside her confinement, Sae felt a light tickling sensation
on her tummy. Eyes closed, she lazily scratched the spot, the itch changing as
she felt something like a nerve get trapped but in a good way. Pleasure struck
out from that spot, sparking into her veins. Sae swallowed, feeling her nipples
harden against the thin fabric of her swimsuit.
Makoto let out a startled scream as the firm wall she was
hitting suddenly struck her back, the skin pushing inwards. Her arm was caught
against the slimy skin, the mucus acting like a strong glue. The wall relaxed
back into place as quickly as it hit her and it took her arm with it.
Makoto was pulled forward, her torse leaning over the pulp.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the warm, slimy substance leak through her
rags and squelch against her breasts. Sae’s stomach muscles tensed in response
to the new stimulation.
Makoto gasped as her giant sister’s stomach muscles pulled
her away from the pulp, causing her entire near-naked body to slide over and
through the slimy mush. The mucus-covered walls flexed again, and again. Soon
her toes grazed the pulp and she was pulled off it completely, and she was
sandwiched between the churning muscles that lined the giantess’ stomach. They
shifted together, stimulated by her presence.
The shrunken queen felt a moan pulled from her as the
hot, wet muscles rubbed against her, squeezing her. Her ragged clothing became
looser and more frayed. The muscles shifted again and she heard several tears.
Her sister’s body was stripping her as it ground against her helpless body. Her
thighs closed together as she felt her lips quiver at the thought.
Her hardening nipples pressed into the tender, mucus-coated
muscles. Her breasts were pushed together. The flexing movements massaged her
breasts with a firm hand. She wasn’t sure if it was mucus or her own
nectar sliding down her inner thighs. Whichever it was though, she really liked
how it felt.
Sae unconsciously pulled moan after moan from her little,
teeny tiny, sister. She was effortlessly making her squirm and wriggle,
completely at her mercy.
“Why is this so hot?” Makoto
moaned, another flex and she was pushed along by the contracting motions of the
muscles, dragging her naked body over the steamy, slimy wrinkled texture of the
mucus-coated muscles.
Her body began to quiver. Her
toes curling, she tried to thrust her pelvis but was held tightly in place by
Sae’s stomach muscles. She was completely helpless. At her giantess sister’s
mercy and she didn’t even know it. Makoto through her head back and screamed in
pleasure as she felt the most intense orgasm, she ever had shot through her.
Sae’s stomach muscles began to
vibrate as Makoto screamed into the muscle, its salty flavour filling her mouth
and mind. She tried to open her thighs. She needed her sister. Sae was driving
her insane.
Sae felt her nether lips suddenly
flex as she felt a jolt in her stomach. Like lightning, sparks of pleasure
leapt from her tummy to her quickly dampening slit. Her thighs slipped open a
little as she shifted in place. The pleasant fog that her favourite cocktail
had filled her head with seemed to amplify the minute sensations. Before she
realized what she was doing, she felt her soft hand grope her right breast and
her perfect thighs opened a little more.
She felt a small buzzing
sensation in her tummy and her thighs suddenly slammed shut, her hand dropping
from her breast to her abdomen. It was like she had a tiny vibrator inside her.
“Mmm these mojitos are
incredible,” Sae moaned to herself, her fingers tracing a tiny circle around
the spot she had felt the exciting sensation. A fresh wave of pleasure came as
her tiny passenger screamed in pleasure into her stomach muscles again and a
moan of her own escaped her perfect lips. Her long, manicured fingers began to inch
down the waistline of her bikini thong.
She felt another shudder as her
finger dipped beneath the warm black fabric. Her pelvis made a tiny thrust. She
was definitely going to come here more often if the drinks made her feel this
good. She stretched her index finger. Humid heat was bellowing off her pussy.
Her breath became shallower. She crooked her finger and stroked the sensitive
crease, coating her fingertip in her carnal juices. Her other hand slipped
beneath her bikini top and cupped her bare breast. Her back arched in pleasure
as she felt her hair nipple press into the palm of her hand. She began to slide
her thumb into position.
The sound of a door opening
echoed throughout the vacant space. Startled Sae withdrew her hand from her
thong and rolled over on her stomach. Taking her other hand off her breast, she
reached around the side to make it appear that she was just adjusting the back
of the sunbed so she could lie flat.
Sven swiftly walked over,
balancing a circular black tray with a single green cocktail upon it. The sound
of ice clinking against the glass reached Sae’s ears in between each echoing
step of the attractive waiter.
He stopped next to her bed and
bowed to offer her the beverage while reaching down to take the now-empty glass
from the floor.
“Keep up this kind of service and
you’ll be getting one hell of a tip,” she gave him a playful wink, the alcohol
making her a touch more playful than she normally would. Like the light ‘fizz’
of the air bubbles in the mojito as the ice melted, excitement bubbled up
inside her. She was seconds from being caught in such a depraved position. The
respected prosecutor caught with her hand down her panties like a common
streetwalker. It was beyond titillating. Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of
embarrassment and arousal. Her lips started to feel dry, and she ran her tongue
over them in an almost sensually slow manner.
She was glad that she was lying
with her chest against the sunbed otherwise she was certain Sven would have got
a good view of her white frothy cream seeping through her black thong. That
would really make the shy gaijin blush. The thought made her grin, she hid the
expression behind her cocktail as she took a sip, making sure to capture
another cube of lime between her lips.
Accidentally making eye
contact with the waiter before slurping it through her puffy lips and starting
to suck on the bitter fruit, coated in the sweetened green nectar. Sven
swallowed and Sae had to swallow a laugh as she watched him adorably avert her
gaze, giving her a polite smile before turning to return to his other duties.
Taking another quivering sip of
the mojito, Sae placed her glass on the floor beneath her sunbed, keeping it in
the shade to prolong its life. A naughty thought squirmed its way into her
mind. Grinning against her towel. Sae reached behind her and untied her bikini
top’s knot. The dark straps slid erotically down her shoulders and the cups
drooped from her breasts, allowing just the hint of the shadowed outline to be
viewed should anyone come to see. The idea of anyone walking into the pool area
and seeing her lay like this. Seeing her naked breasts but unable to get a good
look. Especially not without her noticing. It made her toes curl and the idea
of the shy waiter coming back, seeing her flawless ass in her tight thong and
her unbound bikini. She shifted in place, a small moan escaping her as she felt
her nipples brush the fabric of her towel.
It was almost a shame the pool
was completely vacant.
Her lips were trembling.
Desperate for further stimulation.
Makoto’s screams echoed
throughout the courtroom-sized organ as her sister’s stomach muscles suddenly
pressed together so hard and the sudden motion of Sae turning over sent the
petite bug-sized girl flying. Below her, the tranquil burning lake had turned
into an angry tempestuous; angry waves slamming back and forth. The tiny
islands that had quietly drifted, were all consumed. None resurfaced. As the
waves crashed into one another spurt of acid shot up, narrowly missing the tiny
girl as she began to descend.
She struck the opposite wall of
Sae’s stomach and immediately slid down the moist surface. The mucus basting
her diminutive frame. She began to drift away as the muscles failed to grip her
again. She struck the acidic surface with a hard slap. It would have echoed if
she had not been so small and the waves so angry.
Her floating form was quickly
forced beneath the fiery surface. Her naked body began to itch and burn. Tiny
bubbles floated up around her. Her minuscule body was been tossed around with
every wave that crossed over her. Air was being forced out of her lungs as she
felt walls of invisible force slam into her from every different direction. She
tried to kick her legs. She tried to reach the surface but before she could
even manage the second kick in unison a new wave would hit her in another
direction. Everything was dark and spinning. She was lost in the murky depths
of her sister’s gastric acids. As she was knocked another foot deeper she
felt her toes caress the squishy texture of the floor of Sae’s stomach. A weak
current began to curl around her legs. Makoto felt herself aimlessly drifting
towards its source.
By the time her mind connected
the danger of the word current and underwater it was too late.
The weak current had grown into a full-on riptide. Had she been a bit bigger
she might have been able to pull herself away from the relatively weak suction
but at her pitiful 2 inches of height, with her unmuscular build, it was a
riptide with the power to pull her to the murky burning depths.
Makoto felt herself spinning in
the current. She tried to swim away. To escape its pull but her pitiful efforts
only caused her body to flip as she followed the invisible tunnel. Her chest
felt like it was going to burst. Her head throbbed with pain with a mixture of
external pressure and the inner building pressure from the lack of oxygen.
Her mouth opened in a silent
scream as hit the edge of the current and it spin her like she was caught in
the crosswinds of a hurricane. Her stomach was pulled in itself and had she had
anything left in it, she was sure she’d have vomited, again. Her mouth filled
with a burning citrussy fluid with the hint of what she imagined alcohol would
taste like. The spinning current forced it down her throat. Her throat squeezed
around the intruder. She could feel her skin stretch over the outline of her
bones and the bulge of chyme stranded in her throat.
She was going to suffocate.
Her heart pressed against its
cage.
It felt like it was going to
burst.
Fear and panic filled her mind as
the growing possibility that this was how she’d die burned away all other
thoughts as if Sae’s gastric acids had found their way inside her head.
Her head touched a wide hole with
squishy, wrinkled walls.
Her hands reach above her head.
Her blistering fingers trace over the wrinkles of the sphincter. In her panic,
her first thought was of Sae’s throat. In all the chaos she’d long since lost
any idea of which was down and which was up as her world had turned upside
down. Thoughts of the merciful cavern of her sister’s mouth. The life air that
was her breath. The glistening teeth that surrounded the space were like
ancient crystal-like rocks where one would pray to their goddess.
She was saved.
Her sister had granted her mercy
and salvation.
She was going to be alright.
Her life belonged to her sister,
her goddess.
She began
to force her hands inside. Her fingers curled against the walls of the
sphincter. She began to force the opening to slowly widen and pushed her head
inside. The current wrapped around her head like a loving embrace and pulled
her slowly inside.