Sarah's Find - Chapter 39

You climbed the slimy walls of the esophagus as quickly as you possibly could, digging your hands into the hard muscles, the only things in here that provided any sort of handle to grab. A distant part of you was worried that doing so would irritate her throat, tickle it, or cause any sort of chain reaction that would ultimately lead to her swallowing. But it didn't happen. At least not yet. Other than her breathing and the constant thumping of her heart, nothing happened. She had to be listening to the redhead, Natalie, who had called. You hoped the streamer was chatting her everloving head off. Giving a genuine filibuster of a story, filled with unnecessary details and elongated by countless asides and distractions. Just as long as Sarah didn't start talking when you got back up to her mouth.

Suddenly you saw it.

A dim ray of light from the top of the endless tube.

Invigorated with new hope, you threw yourself up even faster, heading for that light. You thought you could almost smell mint from her teeth that she must have brushed after her shower. You were almost there! The light poured deeper into the dark tube, beckoning you with its sweet call of freedom, pearls of saliva shimmering in its glorious passage. It illuminated the area you were in and you saw that the tube split off into two paths.

Just as you realized this, a large, slimy flap of muscle opened, a trail of thick slime lifting with it.

And then the air began to roar.

The muscles had allowed you to climb, but nothing could save you now. In an instant your body was picked up like a plastic bag in the breeze and sailed into the newly opened passage, the light dimming behind you. NO! You had been SO CLOSE! It had been nothing sort of a miracle that you had even managed to survive five seconds in her stomach, let alone escape in the first place! There was no way you could pull that off again! Especially not in her windpipe, with air constantly flowing back and forth. And now you...!

Your panicked and distraught train of thought was abruptly cut short as you landed on a hard, vibrating surface. Your flashlight, which you had been holding in your teeth (an act you didn't even remember doing), was knocked free, but it got caught up on the the lip of vocal cords, and yes, you were able to see clearly enough to see that was indeed what you had landed on. You tried to reach out and grab the flashlight, the only thing that would let you see, but you could barely move your arm against the force of the wind. Nonetheless, a desperate piece of you persisted, slowly inching your hand towards it. Just as you were about to touch the bottom of the handle, something slammed into the lip of the vocal cords. Illuminated by the flashlight for a fraction of a second was a woman. That was really all you could say. For the briefest of moments, you had seen the long hair and the curved frame, but then she was gone, sucked into the dark lungs below and whatever fate was in store for there. Not seconds after she was gone, another figure was thrown in, then two more. All three so fast you couldn't make out their sex.

But you could hear them scream.

More people. These ones managed to land onto the flaps of the vocal cords, just as you had. Likewise, you could also hear their frightened shouting and howling, but barely over the constant sucking of air from this long, deep breath. It seemed like she was sucking in an impossible amount of air, but everything had happened so fast it was probably mere seconds.

Finally, the rushing winds finally died. A thought came raging into your mind and suddenly you flailed your arms towards the vocal cords, grabbing the flashlight as you did. She had breathed in...now all there was to breath out. Would you survive the rush of waste air that she would be exhaling? Maybe you'd have to hold your own breath, if such a thing was possible while being whipped around by violent wind. But it was you only chance. Dimly, out of the corners of your eyes, you saw two shadowy forms crawling towards you. It seemed your fellow tiny people had shared the same thought.

The flap of the cords opened and the hot air spewed forth in a violent burst. A loud sound roared  and you were shot upwards and before you knew your vision was blinded by light. Still, you managed to see just enough.

You were sailing over a vast ocean of saliva, which was swishing and swaying gently (or at least it appeared that way up here) against long rows of pristine white teeth. The bumpy leviathan tongue lay amid the sea, traces of smeared french onion dip spattered here and there. Thick cords of saliva dangled from the roof and from the top row of teeth. Light poured in from the opening. You could just make out specks floating in the sea of spit, paddling fruitlessly against the current. In mere moments, they would likely be dropping into the dungeon you had just escaped from...and with no light, unless they had their own.

Flying with you were two other people, one on either side. A man and another woman. The man  you barely got a look at before he collided into a cord of saliva, which ensnared him. His weight caused the cord the break, sending him falling into the sea below. Another loud sound boomed around them, and once more a powerful gust shot them forward, a fine mist of saliva accompanying them. Only now were you able to somewhat recognize the magnified sounds of a cough. You shot past the the teeth and over the lips and were falling downward shortly after. Shortly you saw a very familiar sight: a large pair of breasts, some locks of her brunette hair laying lazily on the soft flesh.

You plummeted down and bounced off the skin and were sent in a roll. Used to this sort of madness at this point, you thrashed your arms and somehow managed to grab onto a tiny vellus hair. It had been just in time as well. You had been about to go rolling right down between the two mountainous tits. The woman who had been flying with you was not so lucky. You followed her screams and saw her rolling and tumbling down into the fleshy canyon. She disappeared, a measly speck betwixt the shifting and squeezing boobs. She would likely be squished...or, if the tits were too soft for that, suffocated. Either way, you doubted she would make it out alive unless she got luck. You pulled yourself back up to the top of the cleavage and wearily looked up.

Sarah's face loomed over you. Her left hand was held up to her ear, buried behind a wall of her hair, but you'd known she was on the phone. Her right hand was at her mouth, which was partly open, her lips stretched in a smile, her pearly whites shimmering in the light. Her fingers were touching her lips. Perhaps she had meant to cover her mouth but hadn't, or she had and you had sailed through her fingers.

You stared at her mouth. And you could hear (or maybe thought you could hear) her stomach rumble in the distance. Your entire body was shaking with a mixture of relief, joy, and fear. The entire episode had reminded you of how BIG she was. She was not merely a giant woman, she was practically a living planet, complete with several biomes and ecosystems. Each was likely deadly to you now and had captured many other explorers who shared your predicament. How many people had been shrunk? And how many of them were currently trapped on this young lady? You'd seen some in her hair and nose yesterday. You'd seen many in her mouth and stomach, even a few being sucked into her lungs. And you'd just watched a woman slide to her doom between the immense bosoms. There could be more all along her body, both inside and out.

“Okay, Natalie,” Her voice boomed above. “I guess I'll see you in a bit! I should go check on my little friend and see how they're doing. See ya!”

A loud snap as she closed her phone and your body was suddenly thrown as she began to move. You rolled down the length of her boob, managing to grab onto the hem of her tank top. Then, you held on as she began to walk, her chest heaving with every step. You were practically a god of this now, though your skills were put to the test as she began to ascend the stairs, her boobs practically doing jumping jacks as she hurried up. She walked into her room and strolled to her bed,

“Hmmm...” She said softly to herself. “I...probably should have paid a little more attention to where I put them...uuuuhhh...”

She knelt down, her eyes scanning. You rolled over the edge of her tank top and fell onto the thick, comfy coverlet of her bed, bouncing and eventually landing on your back. A part of you wanted to immediately get up and wave your arms frantically for attention, but you couldn't. Every inch of you was sore and you were exhausted.

Fortunately, the fates decided to be merciful and her brown eyes spotted you relatively quickly. She beamed at you.

“Ah! There you are, sleepy head!” She said happily. “Have a good nap?”

You would have laughed if you could. A nap would be phenomenal now. In fact, one was probably coming whether you wanted it or not. You thought you could see your vision starting to fade but maybe you were just delirious.

“Well, I've got some good news for you!” She continued, her voice taking on a teasing quality. “Your best friend is going to come back over! That's right, Natalie will be here in a couple of hours! She told me you two had fun. Is she your giiiirlfriend now?” She winked and giggled. She straightened, standing at her full height. Even though the bed reached her thighs, she still looked gigantic. Without pause, she turned and, suddenly, her large rear took up the entirety of the sky above you. Just barely, over the mountain of ass clad in yoga pants, you could see her eyes as she looked down ever her shoulder. Glee sparkled in both of them. Previously, the sight of her big butt had filled you with a powerful, base urge of sexual desire. But now, your body was tired and the horror of her digestive system was still fresh in your mind. Looking at that huge ass now just reminded of you of earlier when she had blown you off the trash can with a powerful fart.

Still, despite that, when she playfully shook her big booty, some of that primal desire managed to seep back in.

“Maybe we'll sit on you again?” She teased, gently patting her rear with one hand. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? I hope you know that I have a boyfriend. But, it's okay...he's out of town and it's not like I can cheat on him with a thing like you!”

She giggled again and turned back around, throwing her hair back over the shoulder and beaming down at you. It seemed she was completely oblivious to what she had just said. 'Something' like you? She would have said she didn't mean it, and maybe a part of you would have accepted that but, it was frightening nonetheless. Did some part of her think you were some kind of pet instead of a person living through a fresh kind of hell?

Regardless, she reached down and plucked you up in her fingers, removing you from the heavenly soft coverlet, and held you up to her giant smiling face.

“Besides, how can he compete with a little cutie like you?” She puckered her  lips and made kisses towards you, but didn't actually kiss you. You wondered how many people were still floating around in that mouth of hers. She giggled. “Well, if you're lucky...we can sit on you later! But for now...you get to ride in my boobies!”

Her hand lowered and you yet again saw the mountains of tits which, moments ago, had swallowed up a tiny woman, who was most likely dead. She pulled open the cup of her bra and placed you in it. You noticed you were at the exact same position you had been when you had jumped down onto the bed.

“Remember to keep her hands and feet inside the bra at all times!” She announced, chuckling. “Hold on!”

She began to walk, her chest heaving and swaying. You dreaded what was going to happen, but, fortunately, she merely returned to the living room downstairs and sat down on the sofa and turned the TV on. As she reclined on the sofa, your vision really did start to fade and darkness took you.