The heat and the dark were weighing on you more than you could handle. Especially with the closeness of the stomach walls…they seemed to squeeze you more tightly than they used to. Desperate for some form of distraction, you began rutting against the walls, sliding over the slick flesh.
“OH!” You hear Mira laugh, her stomach shaking all around you as you try to get off. “Were you asking for help?” Mira giggled, reaching down to grab her stomach where your rod bulged out from beneath her flesh, and gently stroking you. “Hmmm, I haven’t done this before. Does it feel nice?” Mira asks, picking up the pace a bit as her hand gripped you as best she could. “Most of the time, the guys I eat aren’t so friendly. Although, I guess to be fair, most of the time my tummy isn’t so friendly either. I’m glad you’re still doing alright. Taryn was saying it’s probably going to get worse for you tonight.”
Mira continued rubbing your shaft as you humped her stomach from the inside. You didn’t want to think about the future, you just ached for some sort of release, but Mira wasn’t taking the hint. “The digestive suppressants can only keep my stomach from producing acid for so long, I guess. The acid saturation is supposed to escalate, but at an accelerating rate as time goes on. Your mom said I’m probably going to be pooping you out tomorrow morning.” You’re arching your back like a gymnast now, o much so that you worry your skin might split in its weakened and frail state, but all you can think about is leaning into Mira’s touch. It’s then, when you begin thrusting so hard that Mira bursts into laughter again, that the stomach clenches around you and you blow your load into the folds of the surrounding walls.
“Attaboy!” Mira laughed, rubbing her belly near your hair, or whatever was left of it, as you sank back into the fleshy walls. “I’m glad to see you aren’t losing your enthusiasm! We’ve probably got another half hour before we reach the bumpy part of the river, if you can get it up again…”
The mention of bumps ahead has you nervous, but your mind is hazy, and right now there’s only one thing you give a damn about. Fortunately, the lube hasn’t quite all spilled out of the carton.
