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The capsule around me continued to dissolve as panicked gripped me. The walls of Ayaka’s stomach undulated around me, churning the acidic contents in a relentless rhythm. I was surrounded by a thick, soupy mixture of partially digested food and stomach acids, each churn sending fresh waves of burning liquid against my failing suit.

I scanned the stomach, my eyes adjusting to the dim, sickly light filtering through the acidic haze. Desperately searching for a way to escape. Then, amidst the turmoil, I noticed something.

the periodic sinking of the stomach content. It wasn't much, but there was a definite lowering. I forced myself to calm down and observe more closely. The intervals were subtle, but unmistakable. The stomach contents were being drawn away, likely passing into the intestine.

The realization struck like lightning. This could be my way out. If I followed the flow, I might escape the stomach acids. But it was a dangerous route to bet on.

The acids would eat away at my suit, and the passage into the intestine was narrow and fiercely guarded by powerful muscles. The risk of being crushed or dissolved before even reaching the intestine was high. Yet, I had no other options. Waiting here would only mean a slow, agonizing death.

As I contemplated my options, I suddenly heard strange sounds emanating from Ayaka. A combination of giggling, moaning and perhaps… kissing? Just as I noted her heartrate quickening, the chamber abruptly flipped, hurling me screaming out of the softened pill and into the torrent of stomach acids. Ayaka had likely shifted position or laid down, triggering the unexpected motion that sent me careening into the acidic maelstrom.

I plummeted into the chyme, the thick, semi-digested mass engulfing me. The stomach churned violently, sloshing me around uncontrollably. I kicked and flailed, but each church sent waves crashing over me, pushing me under and pulling me back up in a relentless cycle. The acrid smell of bile and stomach acids burned my nostrils, making me gag. My protective suit disintegrated quickly, exposing my skin to the corrosive fluids that stung and ate away at me.
The relentless assault on my senses left me disoriented and struggling to focus. My vision blurred as tears mixed with the acidic mixture, and the once-tight material of my suit hung in tatters, offering little protection. I knew I couldn't endure this for much longer.
With no other options left I took the plunge into the chyme, hoping against all odds to find the entry to the intestine amidst the tumultuous sea of digestive fluids. Unable to see through the murky mass, I was forced to search blindly. Panic threatened to overwhelm me. Each moment submerged in the swirling mass was torturous, the pressure on my body relentless. I fought against the darkness and disorientation, trying to cling to the shrinking hope of survival.
I couldn't tell up from down, left from right. The acidic fluids stung my exposed skin, I wanted to scream out in agony. Clawing desperately through the thick liquid, I tried to find a foothold, a direction, anything that could lead me to safety.
Fatigue crept over me, draining my strength with each futile stroke. Panic surged as my lungs seized in the absence of air, causing convulsions that only worsened my plight. All whilst my body felt like it was burning alive.
Would suffocation or digestion claim me first? The relentless churn of the stomach offered no respite, its disorienting pressure crushing my resolve. Death seemed certain.
Suddenly I felt a strong current pulling at me, and a flicker of hope emerged. The senses around me seemed to blur as I was propelled forward by the tumultuous force. Thrusting me through a narrow opening into the intestine. And with it, air.
Gasping desperately I was met with a rush of fresh bile. It burned me further and threatened to overwhelm me. Despite the agony in my muscles, lungs, and raw skin, I summoned every ounce of strength to outrun the onslaught. Fleeing deeper into the intestine, driven by the instinct to survive.
Relief washed over me briefly as I got away from the worst of the digestive onslaught. Collapsing into the shallow chyme, I lay there, shaking with a mixture of pain, exhaustion and disbelief at my narrow escape. Relief flooded through me, yet the trauma of the ordeal left me pain ridden and raw. Every burning breath of rancid air was a reminder of the horror I had escaped.
As I struggled to recover in the oxygen-deprived tunnel, the unsettling echoes of Ayaka's moans reverberated around me, mingling with a steady thumping that seemed to jolt her entire body. Each thud resonated through the walls of her intestine. It took me a moment to recognise the rhythmic pattern of clashing flesh and pleasurable sounds. The realization hit me hard. She was fucking someone while being fully aware that I was being digested inside her.
Never before had I felt so utterly exposed and violated, trapped within the confines of her intestines while she was having the time of her life. I couldn't shake the image of Ayaka, in a bed making love to someone, while I was enduring deadly torture inside her. The stark contrast between her aroused exterior and my harrowing reality amplified my sense of helplessness and indignation.
The familiar sting of the chyme began tingling my skin again and I realized I had to keep moving, but the fatigue and pain wouldn't allow me to stand. Having no other options I gritted my teeth and forced my body to move. Crawling on all fours, deeper into the oxygen deprived intestine.
Having narrowly evaded the worst of it, I realized I wasn't even halfway through the digestive tract, my survival still hanging by a thin thread. Despite the chances of survival seeming slim, I pressed on. Each echoing moan and thud reverberated through the flesh, stark reminders of my perilous existence, intensifying the urgent need to escape this nightmarish ordeal.

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