“How are you doing in there?” Miranda asked, hand rubbing over your head through her belly. Every time she moved you sloshed about in your prison, Mira’s whole belly swayed side to side, walking up the stairs.
“It’s kind of crowded in here, you ate a lot at dinner.”
“You were making me hungry,” Mira said, laughing. “Has my stomach emptied at all? It’s been a few hours.”
“It’s drained, maybe a little… It was at chest height at first, now it’s only around my waist.”
“Hmm, I may have to sleep sitting up so you don’t drown. Can’t have that, now can we?”
“I guess not…I’m not sure being digested is actually better than drowning.” Even though you have a light now, the inside of Mira’s stomach is a dark place. Fleshy ribbed walls surround you, faint reddish light shone through the walls, Mira’s heartbeat echoed dully, and it stank of rot and decay. It wasn’t hard to imagine the surrounding bile a deeper red color, with bones bobbing in the slurry.
“Well, try not to drown anyway, ok? I’m enjoying your company,” Miranda replies as she lifts the tablet to her face so that you can see her again. “Sooo, now that we’re alone… are you going to try out your new toys?”
“With you listening?” you stutter.
“Well, I can’t really leave you alone,” Mira answers, laughing. “Here… how about I give you some motivation…” Propping the tablet up on her dresser, Mira crosses the room out of view and you feel something broad and flat press against your knees and the front of her stomach. Shifting about to keep yourself upright, you see Mira move back into view on the tablet, carrying a large standing mirror in her arms.
“So, if all that stomach slop is about waist level, are you able to lube up your cock?” Mira asked, body facing the tablet’s camera as she admired her backside in the mirror. “You probably want to get off as much as you can, while you can.” Mira said to you, casually unhooking the straps around her back to allow the front of her dress to slip.
You stare, leering as Miranda catches the dress and holds the soft silk against her skin, just barely covering her breasts as she turns in place in front of the mirror. Knowing you’ll never leave her stomach alive, you find it much less of a struggle to put aside your embarrassment than you had expected. Still staring at the tablet as Mira turned in front of the mirror and admired herself in the dress, you opened the lube and began messily spreading it over your rod. Mira’s laugh as she feels you fumble about only gets you harder.
“Don’t spill it all, or at least let me know if you need more I guess.” Mira says as she rubs her hand along her stomach, pressing inward along your right thigh. “So… are you ready?” Mira asks, turning to the tablet and strutting closer, bending down to loom over the camera, and giving you an eyeful as the hand clutching the dress to her chest shifts downward, showing ever more smooth skin bulging downward. You can only moan in response, already jacking yourself off with the fleshlight as you remember last night.
Mira must hear you, though her reply doesn’t register to your own ears. But you see the dress fall, exposing her breasts as the firm mounds hang from her chest, just over the bulge your head makes in her midsection. With a grin, Mira begins a short twirling dance, jostling you from side to side with the shifting of her hips as she eased the rest of the dress down over her thighs.
While the motion was a struggle for you, you avoided slipping further into the slop, and to keep hold of the fleshlight as you jerked yourself off. It became something of a game; you trying to cum before Mira got dunked you in the slop, and Mira dancing and tossing you about in her belly just to see how long you could last. When you finally do cum, you cry out, prompting a burst of giggles from Mira, not that you care in your moment of bliss. You feel hands running over you again, and to your shock, you pull your dick out to find it already hard again. “Ready for round two?” Mira whispered, barely heard through the tablet, “One of those pills we gave you was something a little more fun than an anesthetic. I hope you didn’t actually spill all the lube.”
