Most of the time Jake couldn't make out what Jennifer was saying. Flesh was all around him, moist wet flesh at that, and despite his squeezed in position he was finding the whole affair rather erotic. If the dire fear of being digested wasn't blurring that out.
However, he'd been in here quite a few minutes and so far nothing was happening except him being squeezed. No burning, no itching, nothing that felt like stomach juices at all. It was nice and considerate of Jennifer, but he didn't know why, and it worried him that that might not last.
He thought he could hear water outside as Jennifer moved about, tossing him around in here, and if he struggled some she gulped air down for him, which did help. But what, was she walking home in the rain? It'd been a little cloudy, but hardly rain clouds he thought.
It seemed she wasn't walking at the moment, though was moving a little. With the relative calm he tried to figure out what was going on, and what had happened.
OK, he was in Jennifer's stomach, as stupid as that sounded. How had he got in here?
"OK, *Ungh!* I was thinking of her belly, and... oh *Gasp!* that thing with the spoon. Wait, I did this? How?"
He twisted a little, pushing up a bit, and getting Jennifer to gulp in the process. The dangly bit slipped past his head and slapped into his face. Huh, the entrance? Struggling with his arms he got a hand, then the other, up to it and fiddled with it, trying to get fingers into it. He felt Jennifer squirm, then gulp and the tip opened, giving a gulp of air to him, and as it did he slid in a few fingers. The thing tried to contract on him, but with four fingers he pulled it open and peered in.
"So... this is the route to her throat?" He pondered quietly, trying to ignore the squeezing massage her stomach was giving him. "Naw, I'd never fit up there. But... I got in here somehow. Just... zapped in here?" He frowned peering into her throat from below was also weirdly erotic. Well, her esophagus he guessed more than throat. "OK, so I was thinking of that spoon, imagining myself on it, then sliding down. Then focusing on her belly."
There was a tingle, a faint something he felt, that sort of reminded of something he'd felt before. At the time everything had happened at once. Tingle, squeezed, scream etc. But maybe that tingle....
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