It soon became difficult for Serf to tell which direction was "forward" and which as "back". This passage was different than Diane's throat or stomach. It was far more narrow. Likewise, the roiling fervency of muscles was unpredictable. He would find himself gently sliding forward(?) one moment, only to be suddenly pressed back the opposite direction. But despite this dizzying experience, Serf was otherwise still unharmed. Eventually guided further down the giant woman's digestive tract, he was even given a reprieve from this meaty confinement.

This tunnel was far more spacious; it's behavior was also relaxed and languid. Here Serf felt he could finally take stock of his situation... At least without being too vigorously assailed. As he regained his sense of vertigo, he could almost deduce the rhythm of his host's walking. Of course Diane was going about her day; unaware that every casual flex and stretch acutely disturbed her innermost confines. Serf also became attentive to the sound of her heart. It's mellow beat, though more distant now than it had been, was actually quite calming.

Then, with a sudden realization, Serf's face became redder than the tissue around him. Surmising that he was past a point of no return, there was only one "escape route" left for him now. Rolling onto his chest, and with bashful doggedness, the man began to crawl. Diane's body had been directing it's tiny guest down this course the entire time... That is, nature's course. So he might as well get it over with.

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