Despite his struggles and cries, Nagisa was forced onto the tongue without mercy. He felt a wetness begin to seep into his clothes and skin, the wet tongue undulating under him ever so slightly as the hand finished its job and let go of him. He turned around as fast as he could, reaching out for the appendage, but he was too late. The hand left his view, disappearing somewhere below the outside of the mouth.
The mouth began to close around him, the space becoming even more cramped. He looked over at Masaru who lay next to him, he was so close that the two boys’ shoulders brushed together. Masaru had tears in his eyes, and they only seemed to be increasing with each shudder. Though he felt drained from the absurdity of the entire situation, Nagisa managed to drag himself closer to his friend and wrap one of his arms around his back, trying his best to let him know he wasn’t alone in the soaked space.
Feeling an arm wrap around his back, Masaru weakly looked over at Nagisa, noticing that he, much like himself, had an abundance of tears in his eyes. Turning his body so that he faced Nagisa head on, Masaru snaked his arms around his friend, bringing him into a close hug. Nagisa reciprocated, bringing his other arm around Masaru. The two stayed in the position in their squishy prison with bated breath, both sobbing lightly into one another’s shoulders.
After a few seconds of waiting in the pooling saliva, their entire worlds began to shift backwards. In an instant, Nagisa knew where they were headed, he frantically used one of his arms to try and grab anything remotely stable, his other arm still wrapped around his shivering friend. Masaru lay relatively limp, having spent all of his energy fighting the tongue a few moments earlier and could barely move from the combination of exhaustion and being covered in the suffocating saliva that surrounded them.
Despite his attempts, Nagisa was unsuccessful in securing any type of stable grabbing point to anchor him and Masaru. He scrabbled at the slippery tongue in futile attempts as he felt his body start to slide down more and more. He stole a glance behind him, gazing at the squishy abyss that looked like something straight out of a horror movie. His voice, which had previously died out, felt renewed as an overwhelming fear gripped at his soul.
“No!” He cried desperately, his voice sounding strained and broken as he reached out. “Please! Don’t swallow Komaru! PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU!”
His descent didn’t stop or alter in the slightest. Before he knew it, his feet began brushing an even squishier space. He looked at Masaru one last time, and Masaru returned the look. Abandoning his grip on the tongue, he brought his other hand back to its place around Masaru, hugging him with all of his strength. Masaru did the same, tightening his arms around his friend.
The two boys felt their lower halves be squeezed into a much tighter space, a swallow sounding out around them. With another deafening gulp, they felt the tight wet feeling encompass the rest of them, preventing them from any movement. With wet squelches, they whimpered as their bodies were forced down the suffocating squishy space, a loud gulping sound accompanying each tug as they descended deeper.
Eventually, they felt an opening meet their lower halves. They were squeezed through one last tight gateway, making a strange squelching noise as they did so. Glad to finally be able to somewhat breathe in the less crushing space, the two boys let go of each other briefly.
Nagisa found himself immediately regretting the act, clamping a hand around his mouth and nose as the stinging smell of acid met his senses. He heard Masaru do the same next to him, a muffled whimper coming from him in the process. In an attempt to confirm where they were, Nagisa carefully outstretched his arms. Since the space was pitch black, he figured he would have to rely on touch. Not even stretching them fully, Nagisa was able to come in contact with two rippling walls, both feeling similarly folded.
Immediately bringing his arms back to himself, and positioning them in a shaky self-hug, Nagisa let out a strained cry. He knew where they were. And he knew that if they stayed much longer, they’d be done for.
“N-Nagisa?! Are you ok?! Did you get hurt?!” Masaru questioned desperately, not wanting his best friend to not be in any pain.
“N-no… I’m not OK Masaru!” Nagisa snapped through his tears. “Don’t you realize where we are??”
After a moment of silence, Masaru scooted back over to Nagisa, bringing his arms around his friend. Though the space wasn’t too large, Masaru had gotten far away enough that he couldn’t feel the boy’s shoulders brushing his own as they had during the entire fiasco. Masaru decided to fix that as soon as possible, going back to Nagisa’s side and comforting him with a hug.
“All I know is that it smells bad in here and that it’s a bit more roomy...” Masaru mumbled gravely. “Where exactly are we Nagisa?”
Realizing that snapping at his friend would only make the situation worse, Nagisa calmed himself down enough to speak less snappy.
“We’re in her stomach Masaru,” Nagisa shivered. “If w-we stay in here much longer we’ll…” Nagisa was unable to finish his sentence, the horribleness of it being too much for the boy to handle, though he was sure Masaru got the message.
“No…” Masaru whimpered. “We can’t die here! Th-this is… there’s just no way! Komaru would never hurt us, she’s gonna let us out or something! I just know it!”
“But that wasn’t Komaru out there,” Nagisa sniffled, burying his face closer to Masaru in hopes of blocking some of the horrid smell. “You saw her, she was... different. I-I don’t know if she even realizes what she just did…”
“Then we have to make her!” Masaru shouted, suddenly attempting to stand up in the wet organ and surprisingly succeeding.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Nagisa questioned, his voice wavering only slightly.
“We’ll make her spit us out!” Masaru proclaimed confidently. “I’m sure she’ll get sick or something if we move around enough. Come on Nagisa!”
Masaru promptly trudged over to one of the walls, beginning to push at the folds. He also incorporated a few punches into his struggle, seemingly having regained at least some of his energy.
Though still not feeling completely convinced by his friend, Nagisa stood up on shaky legs, feeling his feet sink into the damp flesh. He decided to go to the opposite wall, mimicking what he thought Masaru must be doing behind him.
The two of them struggled as violently as they could, doing whatever they could in hopes of getting out of the horrifying organ. It wasn’t until a few minutes in that any results were yielded. In a completely abrupt fashion, the entire space suddenly tipped on its side, sending the boys knocking into one another. The two let out a yelp of fear as their entire worlds turned, forcing them onto their backs.
With a groan, Nagisa pulled himself off of Masaru and attempted to stand. He was stopped, however, when he noticed the ceiling was much lower than before; so much so that he couldn’t stand. Considering this, Nagisa simply brought himself to a sitting position, his head still slightly squishing into the top of the stomach.
“What the heck just happened?” Masaru mumbled as he maneuvered himself to sit upright.
“Either Komaru is messing with us,” Nagisa pondered aloud. “Or she just layed down.”
