“So, do you think Tenchi will chew his food before he swallows it down for us?” Ryoko asked, as she walks closer to Washu at the other side of the stomach. Ryoko is using her energy sword as a light to look around where she had slept the night. She could see the wrinkled, pink walls that sloped up and connected to a tightly closed ring of muscle on the ceiling. Dark, yellowish drops of liquid ran down the walls, adding to a small pool forming around Ryoko’s ankles. The pool made her skin tingle, but didn’t hurt. Ryoko assumed that the pool must have been Tenchi’s digestive acids building up, preparing him for his first meal of the day. Over the seven hundred plus years, that Ryoko had lived and the hundreds of worlds that she had seen, nothing was like this strange alien environment that she was in now.

“Well I doubt that he’ll swallow his breakfast whole. Unlike you, my sweet little daughter, some people like to chew their food. Why ask?” Washu got her first look at the stomach with Ryoko. Although she wasn’t as amazed as her daughter, she still felt strangely horny at seeing the inside of her favorite love toy. She oddly wondered what other parts of his sexy body looked like on the inside.

“I asked because I wanted to know if we’ll be eating saliva covered food this morning, mom.” Ryoko hissed Washu’s title of mother at the amused redhead. Even when they saw eye to eye, the two of them were at odds with each other. Ryoko sighed and wondered if other girls had relationship with their mothers like hers.

“Big deal if it’s covered with saliva. I didn’t hear you complain when you were guzzling down some of Tenchi’s other bodily fluids.” Even Ryoko had to blush at her mothers comment. Swallowing saliva covered chucks of food might be gross, if not for the saliva belonging to her favorite chew toy.

The tranquility that had formed in Tenchi’s stomach ended, when the ground started to shake and the two shrunken girls were flung to the floor. Pulling herself up out of a puddle of melted rice from last night’s diner, Ryoko looked around as the stomach walls rapidly expanded then shriveled. She looked at Washu for an answer and got a shrug.
“Maybe a stomachache?” Washu suggested, before both of them were flung up into the air towards the top of the stomach. Before they knew it, they were being pulled up the throat. Their bodies rubbed against each other, inciting yelps at body parts that shouldn’t of been touching. They were thrown out of the throat and were in the mouth for less then a second, before they were spitted out into Tenchi’s cupped hands.

“Sorry,” he said, wiping some saliva off his moth with the back of his hand. “I thought you girls might like a meal that wasn’t pre-chewed.”

“We wouldn’t of mind as long as you did the chewing,” Washu commented, as she swabbed some mucus off her chest. Both her and Ryoko were in disheveled states. They were covered in different types of body fluids and resembled drowned rats. They both knew that the family would raise some eyebrows at their currant state. They needed to do something before heading downstairs.