You are horrified as you find yourself inside your sister’s stomach. Half-digested food particles stick to you, and your tiny body is covered in saliva and mucus. You start struggling and fighting, but there’s not much you can do…
Your sister chuckles mockingly, rubbing her stomach. A loud gurgle escapes her belly, followed by a burp. “Ahh, my little snack is squirming inside me~ So adorable ♡ But you were so delicious, my sweet! Now, you’re my little treat!" she says with a wicked grin.
You punch the stomach walls and scream, trying to resist being broken down by the stomach acids. “DAMN IT, YOU BRAT! WHY DID YOU EAT ME?! SPIT ME OUT IMMEDIATELY!!!” You keep struggling, but your voice doesn’t reach her. The only sounds you hear are the deep growls of her stomach, the faint beats of her heart, and her occasional sinister giggles. She lies down on her bed, still caressing her belly. You try to calm yourself to come up with a plan, but with each passing minute, you panic even more.
“What’s wrong, big brother? You don’t like your new home? Well, you better get used to it, ‘cause you’re staying there!” she teases. Her voice reaches you faintly, and a chill runs down your spine.
“NO! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! I’M YOUR BROTHER!” you yell, kicking at her stomach walls.
“Oooh~ don’t try to escape now, big bro. You can’t~ My stomach is an inescapable prison for tasty little snacks like you~” she says playfully, her tone making it clear she has something planned. “Sorry, but you’re staying in there~”
“Why… Why are you doing this?!” you ask.
“Why? Because you were so… vulnerable and helpless. A tiny, tasty morsel just waiting to be eaten~ So I ate you! You should be happy! Not everyone gets to experience being inside their sister’s belly~” She sounds almost giddy, clearly enjoying the fact that you’re completely at her mercy. The control she has over you excites her.
For a moment, you stop struggling and just sit still. Your voice weakens as the lack of air begins to take its toll. The noises around you grow muffled. Then you ask, “Did you never care about me? Am I really just food to you?”
This question unsettles her for a second. Her smirk falters—but only briefly. Then, she laughs it off. “Oh, don’t start getting all emotional now, big bro… I do care about you. I promised nothing bad would happen to you!” she insists. But trapped inside her stomach, it’s hard to believe that. The stench inside grows stronger by the minute, making you gag.
“THEN WHY WON’T YOU LET ME OUT?! MY BODY WILL BE DESTROYED SOON!” you cry out.
“Relax~ Nothing’s going to happen…” she replies. Then, after a pause, she adds, “Do you really think I’d ever let you slip away from me forever, my little treat?”
For a moment, you hesitate, slightly reassured—but still terrified. “So… you will let me out? You won’t let me die?” you ask.
“Oh, you don’t get it, do you? You’re mine now. My little pet. My tiny toy. And there’s no going back, big bro~ You belong to me forever!” she declares.
“No… this can’t be happening,” you mutter, your voice dripping with despair.
“Oh~ but it is! And don’t worry, I won’t let you die—how else would I get to play with you every day?” she says gleefully.
“You can’t do this!” you shout.
“You don’t have a say in this, big bro. You’re my pet now, remember?” she says, flipping through the pages of a magic book she’s been studying for the past half hour. The details seem to excite her even more. “No turning back… You’ll stay this tiny forever, as my little treat, my tiny pet, my little toy~” She rubs her stomach as it continues digesting her meal, occasionally letting out loud burps, while you grow more hopeless by the second. You can’t understand her selfishness.
“Forgive me for being selfish, little one, but this is just how it is. You can never go back. Now live your life as my sweet little pet!” she says. “We’ll even share delicious meals together~ Guess what? You don’t have to worry about anything anymore—just sit tight in my belly as my delicious treat!”
Then, she adds something that truly terrifies you.
“And you know what the best part is, big bro? According to the book… I’ve already stopped your digestion~ That means I can keep you in my stomach for as long as I want… No one will ever know what happened to you~ You’ll be trapped in my belly forever, completely mine~! So adorable! And I can just spit you out whenever I want to play with you… I’m going to enjoy every second of this! You’re the perfect little snack, and I can do whatever I want with you~” she says, bursting into laughter as she pats her stomach, feeling you inside. She sits up in bed, throwing her head back with a pleased sigh, still rubbing her belly.
“Mmm, this feels so nice~ Trapped inside me, tiny and helpless~ Hahaha~”
Your mind struggles to process everything she has said. The thought of being trapped inside her forever is unbearable. You feel humiliated, insignificant, and utterly betrayed—but there’s nothing you can do. She continues flipping through the magic book.
Eventually, you stop struggling and sink into the stomach acids.
“Mmm, just like that, little one. Give up… Surrender to me, my tiny snack. Let me feel you… Don’t worry, we’ll have so much fun together~” she says.
Minutes pass. You don’t move.
She starts to feel uneasy. According to the book, you should be fine—but your complete stillness makes her doubt herself. “H-Hey… Why aren’t you moving? Answer me!” she demands, wanting to feel you squirm again. A part of her starts feeling guilty.
“Say something! Why are you silent?!” She stands up, slapping her belly. But now, her stomach starts growling again—she’s getting hungry. “No… This is impossible! I can still feel you in there, I know it!”
"AHHH!!!" she groans. “You always have to ruin everything, you little rat!” Her voice is a mix of frustration, anger, and slight panic. Her playful tone is gone. She realizes she may have gone too far—but she doesn’t want to admit it.
“Fine, I’ll let you out! Happy now?!” she snaps.
Rushing to the bathroom, she leans over the sink, forcing her fingers into her mouth. She hates doing this, but she has no choice. She gags, her stomach groans, and finally, you are pushed up her throat. You emerge from her mouth, covered in stomach fluids and half-digested food, landing in the sink with a wet plop.
Panting and coughing, she wipes her mouth, looking down at you.
What happened to you?
Are you still alive thanks to the magic book? Or was the spell a failure, leaving you partially digested and lifeless?
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