Two hours later, you’re curled in a ball, the stomach pressing in on all sides. Your ever-loving cousin had gotten you off not once more, but twice, before reaching the rocky part of the river. Then your experience became markedly worse.
The calm bobbing of the river shifted into a rough jostling as the currents became quicker and less predictable; sweet as Mira might be, she was still vore, and in her excitement she spared little thought for protecting her cousin-turned-meal as he was battered by the walls of her stomach. And then, of course, off balance from her oversized tum, Mira had flipped over in her raft and you’d gotten a rough pounding from multiple impacts of rock against her stomach.
Normally, you might have gotten a few bruises, nothing serious. Mira seemed to be having a thrill, laughing and shrieking in bursts of joy as one of your other cousins tried to help her into their raft before being overbalanced and falling into the river themselves. Unfortunately, 16 or so hours of digestion had left you somewhat fragile, and being squished into an awkward ball in Mira’s gut had left you more vulnerable still.
Now your arm was broken, bone protruding from the skin between your wrist and elbow. Your shoulder was dislocated as well, and you weren’t sure what happened to your leg, but it was bent at an angle you suspected it should never be bent at, just below the knee. Your whole left side was a wreck, and now Mira seemed too distracted with her fun to pay you any mind.
Your writhing only seems to further stimulate the stomach around you, as it squeezes you more tightly, and the level of digestive juices seems to be rising in the chamber. Even as you hear Mira laughing and chatting with her ‘rescuer’, whom you think may actually be Alexa, you can feel a faint burning sensation beginning around your legs.
“MIRA! MIRA! CAN Y—” your shouting is cut off as Mira spins and you get another tumble. The blinding white light in your eyes leaves you stunned as your mind reals. The pain leaves you dazed, and when you come back to your senses, you feel a rippling, burning sensation along your back as the stomach walls press against you. It takes a few moments more, but as your mind regains its focus, you realize the sensation is the touch of someone’s hand stroking you through the walls of the stomach, and you distantly hear the whisper of “…fine… just a few more hours Maxie, and it will be over… just rest… nice and easy…”
