Of course, that is not something you expected to hear, and you look around, wondering where these goldfish were, after all, you would have seen something of them if you were in the stomach with them, but nothing comes to your eye that looks even remotely solid. And then you remember. The party had included a fish tank, bought from the store who's parking lot you'd been in. That had been before the drinking, and just after the food. That meant that they had all been digested before you even got into this belly where you found yourself.
Looking about again, you realize too how much harder that made your job. Someone feeling a pounding in their stomach when there shouldn't be one was one thing, but feeling it when they had eaten something live the night before was a different story. Depending on what was eaten, and who had eaten it, there was a good chance they expected to feel something now, which meant your pounding would only confirm that the fish this person had eaten was alive to them.
Thinking farther, you realize how little choice you really have in this matter. With them up and about, it would only be a few minutes before the alcohol filtered out of their stomach, and once that happened it would wake up itself, to find a nice, moving treat inside. One that would stop moving in a few hours, if it had any say so in the matter. With that thought in mind, you start to rise, only to get swept off your feet as the stomach around you starts to rise to, swinging to one side for a moment as the person gets out of bed, and then starts to do a pendulum motion back and forth with their walk.
Sighing a bit you try to rise as soon as they're stopped, only to be tossed around as the person leans forward, and in the background of the noises inside their body you can hear the sound of running water, and several splashes, likely them getting a face full of ice cold liquids to make themselves wake up after the night before. Seeing a chance you start to strike the stomach wall under you, and suddenly a rush of air pulls at you, and a terrific belch escapes the lips of the person inside of which you find yourself.
The rush of air caused your ears to pop, and you held them against the varying pressures as you went sliding back down into a puddle of bile as everything started to settle down. Before you could regain your footing though whoever was outside started to pat their stomach, and you were tossed about a second time, before you felt them rubbing at your back, the smooth, soft flesh of the stomach wall actually feeling good against your naked skin.
"I didn't think they'd live this long," commented the voice, and this time the breathing is shallow enough that you can make it out, if it is still a little distorted, and you start to rub your head, forcing your still somewhat wool filled head to give up those memories of people's voices, as you knew this one, but you didn't know specifically who it belonged to at the moment, after a time you remembered, and snapped your finger, recognizing it as the voice of.....
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