Amelia's soft enunciations of her novel kept me company as I continued my explorations of her insides. The passageway I was following curved back and forth slightly, and continued its somewhat upward trend (insofar as my warped sense of gravity informed me), occasionally opening into wider caverns but generally seeming to grow narrover and ever-so-slightly darker as I got further along. I came across many small wonders, strange constructions of her body that tingled or stimulated her in some little way, more smaller rooms similar to the first but emptier, free flows of mysterious body liquids, and more. Amelia read through the first few chapters of the book, and hours passed by pleasantly but uneventfully as I followed the passageways deeper into the land within Amelia's body.
 
After I had explored forward and upwards a while with no sign of reaching an end, I began backtracking a little and exploring some of the side passageways. I eventually found myself back at the main cavern where I had entered before. It dawned on me that I had spent nearly half the day exploring Amelia without having anything to eat. Around the same time, Amelia seemed to realize the same thing, and she broke from her narration to talk to me. "Hey Ace, are you hungry? I feel famished, myself."
 
"Couldn't have said it better. What should I do? Come out?"
 
"No, don't--... I mean, if you want to... Or maybe I could send something in there for you?"
 
Even if I hadn't been reluctant to leave the mysterious space that existed within Amelia, the idea was too good to pass up. I expressed my agreement to Amelia, who seemed likewise relieved. "OK, hold on tight, I'm going to go find something."
 
I found the nearest tendon-thing and wrapped myself soundly around it. Amelia shivered in reaction. "What are you doing? That tickles!" But she got over it quickly enough, and soon I could feel her tip-toeing out of her room, perhaps to the kitchen. Surprisingly, the chamber around me did not seem to shift massively, and I found that even if I let go of the tendon, I could still get around with some confidence.
 
I could hear some rummaging, and after a while Amelia strode gingerly back to her room. "We don't have much around the house, so this will have to do," she explained, and I could hear her chewing something. She followed it with a gulp of some liquid, I couldn't tell what, and then repositioned herself. As far as I could tell, the food she had just swallowed was nowhere near the part of her body that now contained me, and this massive tunnel system, so I guessed she was just taking her own portion first. "OK, let's try this..."
 
For the next several seconds, I had no idea what was going on, but as I began to feel gravity sway gently and Amelia's moaning returned, I began to get the idea. It wasn't long before the cervix-valve opened to drop in something about the size of my arm -- a baguette of French bread, one heel torn off and eaten, the rest slightly dampened with Amelia's own flavor, but still quite fresh. It was followed not long after by a nearly-full two-liter bottle of juice.
 
"Did you just... fuck a loaf of bread?"
 
"That's rude! I... inserted it. And for your sake, no less!" She seemed to be positively embarassed for perhaps the first time in this whole affair.
 
"I love you, Amelia," I said for the second time in two days. Two days of... well, not going out with, but going [i]into[/i], this girl.
 
That seemed to satisfy her, and I took the rest of my meal in peace. The bread was modest, but after the exertion of getting around in here all day, it felt like a feast. Amelia finished her portion before I did and resumed reading aloud while I drank what I wanted of the juice and began making my way back towards the passage I had been following in the morning. I deposited the remainder of the two-liter alongside the bedding and Bottles in the "bedroom" and, re-energized, began hastily catching up to where I had been before.
 
At length I came to unknown territory, and not long thereafter I spotted a particular valve that caught my attention. It seemed to be at a nexus of several patterns within the fleshy walls, as if blood vessels joined together and focused in that area. And unlike the other valve-doorways, which had been at various heights along the curved sides of the passage, this new one was directly overhead. Luckily, with the way the passage had narrowed, it was not far out of reach, and I was able to jump up and lodge my hands in it. Amelia paused reading with a pleasant yelp, right as the valve loosed and then squeezed my arms, pulling me upwards into its folds. This was a tighter fit than the others, and after my head passed through it seemed stuck around my ribcage for a while. My upper body had thrust into a very narrow canal, of sorts, and though I tried to crane my head to see above me, the canal was flush around me and afforded little view. Amela breathed another squeal and the valve loosened and squeezed again, and soon the whole canal was rippling around me, tugging my body through and up. My libido reawakened with the stimulation, and my cock hardened as it was battered by the passage of the canal all around me. The undulations quickened, and I felt myself being passed through the tubeway at impressive speed.
 
The canal finally pushed me out into a new chamber, but unlike the others, this one was extremely dark and seemingly full of a thick liquid or gel. I floundered around blindly while my ecstasy built.
 
"Ace..." came a voice from around me, distinctly louder than before, "how did you... get all the way... up here? You're in my... left breast... now," sputtered Amelia between gasps.
 
"I don't know!" I marveled at the concept. Amelia's breasts weren't big, probably still short of a C cup, but for me to be floundering around inside of one was somehow insanely sexy. The whole chamber seemed to flow and reshape while I was in it, and at length I came to realize that Amelia was squeezing and massaging her own chest. I wriggled against the current, and opened my mouth to sample the sweet nectar that encaased me. It didn't taste a bit like milk, but the flavor was heavenly. Finally, overcome, my own emissions burst forth and mixed with the sea of liquid surrounding me. Amelia cried out at the same time, and the waves of whatever-it-was tumbled me end over end.
 
"That's the third time today you've made me come," she informed me as the waves mellowed out around me. "This is almost dangerously pleasureful."
 
I nodded in agreement. It was so pleasant in here, I could practically fall asleep. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I felt like...