In the tiny bead Steve's sister stuffed him into, he couldn't really move. Not that he was surprised by this, as you had plenty of experience being trapped inside the clear, hard plastic. Still, he struggled on general principle. It wasn't long now before the last marble was pulled from the bag to join its fellows.
Upon feeling only one thing left in the bag, Tulip would lift up and look down to confirm it was the bead. Seeing Steve stare back at her, she'd merely grin at his discomfort before eagerly popping it into her mouth. Steve would actually feel a big grateful for the plastic shell, it prevented him from being soaked by her wet mouth. Still, the sensation of motion in a dark space was disorienting to the tiny boy.
Back and forth, swished around from one cheek to the other. Finally, after deciding she had played with him enough, she pushed the bead containing her brother to the back of her throat and swallowed. This was a new experience for him, since he wasn't used to having a layer between him and the pressure of the throat pushing him down to his sister's stomach. However, he knew the end result was the same as he'd finally plop into the pile of marbles in her gut.
Tulip would pat her stomach and sigh happily, "That was one of my better ideas lately. I think I'll wait a little bit before doing something else."
Steve would sigh at his predicament, the only sounds to accompany him are the TV his sister was watching and the gurgle of her stomach as it tried doing its job. He would loose track of time as always inside the body of another, but eventually, he'd hear the front door opening.
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