I wanna be stuck in there so bad

Day 3…?
 
It must’ve been at least two long, sweltering days since I’d been swallowed and forced my way past the stomach of the beast. My clothes have long since been digested, but I’m still in one piece as far as I know. I gave up working my way through the tight, slimy passage and just let the walls handle me themselves. Having faded in and out of consciousness with the lack of air, it’s hard to tell the time in here.
 
With the textural change of my surroundings hours ago, and my understanding of biology, I was certain my trip was going to be over relatively soon. The swaying and rubbing of the monster’s hips to my sides still managed to cradle me to sleep multiple times as she passed me along, yet I soon found myself at a dead end, my mind in a haze as I woke up once more. I tried prying my way out with what little strength I had left, but as my limbs slipped and fumbled along the interior of my prison, the spongy walls caved in, threatening to crush me in response.
 
Or was that merely reflex?
 
…Does she know?
 
Is she…enjoying this?

Swallowed prey trapped inside of that booty.

A return of my favorite rare tag at long last, “family friendly features have doomed us”.

UNF!!

oh goodness