"Yay," giggles Marly with an infectious enthusiasm. She grips you by the waist between her thumb and forefinger and lifts you to her lips. "Hee, this is gonna be fun," she says. "Have I ever eaten you before? I haven't, have I?"
"No, not that I recall," you say, shaking your head with a shrug.
"Oh, well," she says. Her tongue then darts out from her parted lips and plants a wet, sloppy lick on your face. "Mmm," she says. "Well, let's hope this isn't the last time. Those eddies?" she then says, her eyes scanning your outfit.
"Um, yes," you say, taken aback a bit by her forwardness. "Black cherry and chocolate, I think" You wonder if this is how she treats all her nano acquaintances.
She gently rubs the tip of her tongue against your pants and shirt, then scrunches up her face in a recoling scowl. "Ugh, no, ew. Nasty. Yeah, those have got to go."
"Sorry," you say, not entirely sure what you're apologizing for. "I can't afford the gourmet ones."
"That's alright," she says. "I prefer my nanos natural-style anyhow." She then places you on her left palm and covers you with her cupped right hand. "Here, I'll give you some privacy so you can strip."
"Thanks," you say, a bit awkwardly. This day is just getting stranger and stranger. You peel off your shirt and pants and soon are standing naked in the darkness underneath her hand. "Okay, I'm done," you say, gently tapping Marly's thumb.
Marly's hand peels back like a box lid, revealing her beaming face. "Oooh, yum," she giggles, "this is going to be fun."
Fun for who, you wonder as her thumb and forefinger slide under your armpits and she lifts you up to her face. You wonder about humans like Marly. Do they really think it's fun getting chewed up by them? Swallowed? Digested? Shat out?
Well, sure, sometimes there are some fun moments, but for the most part it's a dark, smelly, uncomfortable, and horribly boring experience. Maybe it's fun for Marly, but not so much for you. You're about to give her a piece of your mind when you remember why you're doing this - so you can pass that stupid econ midterm.
."Heh, yeah," you say with a very fake smile, "This is gonna be totally awesome."
"Heh, yeah," she says, then slides her tongue under your feet and up the back of your legs to your thighs. Her tongue then draws your legs into her mouth and she seals her lips around your waist. You have a very good view of her nostrils as her teeth and tongue begin working on your lower half, slurping and nibbling gently on you.
You then see her cheeks constrict, and a gentle suction slowly pulls you through the puckered lips. The lips slide up your torso, pushing your arms up over yourhead. The lips then pass over your head, leaving you in darkness. The warm wet softness of her lips then slowly overtakes your arms and finally your hands. You hear the dull thudding click of her teeth shutting behind you, as if announcing your entrance into Marly.
She then begins to chew on you, though it's more of a slosh than a chew. Her tongue slides you around the inside of her mouth for a long time, painting every millimeter of your body with slippery saliva. You barely even feel her teeth, except for the occasional scrape of her molars or incisors on you as you're transferred from cheek to cheek. It also smells faintly clean and minty, a nice change from the usual hygeine-challenged customers you get working at Mel's.
Occasionally she pokes your head out from between her lips, as if to give you a few last glimpses of the cold, cruel world you're about to temporarily leave. It's a quite effective technique, and the brief glimpses of the cold,dirty, uncaring streets of Port Rogay do the trick - you fnd yourself quite looking forward to a little vacation inside Marly.
As if reading your thoughts, Marly then chooses this moment to start your vacation. She yanks you into the depths of her mouth, bounces you around on her tongue a few final times, and then pops you back into her throat headfirst. You feel the floor wave and drop below you, and soon you're diving quickly down towards Marly's stomach.
The darkness of Marly's esophagus suddenly gives way to bright pink and dirty brown as you reach the entrance to her stomach and are pushed through. You splash into a pool of coffee and chunks of dissolving donut, stand up, and begin blinking furiously as your eyes adjust. Marly has one of the brightest belly-lights you've ever seen, and you note with a bit of nauseation just how well it illuminates every mucosy lining fold and every glob of dissolving donut.
There's a loud click, and Marly's voice begins talking over a tinny speaker overhead. You look up and note the rather copious amount of hardware clustered around the light, which is implanted near the top of her stomach, just above the cardiac sphincter. It's not uncommon in this day and age for humans to have a light or a loudspeaker installed for the comfort of their ingested, but Marly appears to have a small addiction to stomach piercings. She has a belly light, an intracom, an air freshener, and a mediaphone repeater - as you confirm by checking the reception on your phone - and a few others you don't recognize.
"You alright in there?,"she says, tinnily.
"Yup," you say, "Just getting settled. Lemme just call work and tell them I can't make it."
You call. Sal whines, as expected. You apologize and hang up.
"Did you call work?" says Marly.
"Yeah, I'm all yours."
"Good, that's what I like to hear," says Marly. A few loud thumps tell you she accompanied this with a few pats on her belly. "So you've been having trouble with macro, huh?"
"Yeah, I don't get this endogenous growth thing," you say, opening your belly pack and pulling out your notebook.
To the reader - things are going to get economicky from this point on - wanna continue, or go back to the beginning and try some other story lines?
