When Naota roused from his nap, he felt himself floating on warm water. Groaning, he rolled over and became submerged in the heated water that he was drifting on. Still not completely awake, he opened his mouth and started ingesting the warm water. When he swallowed the water, he became completely awake. Thrashing around in the water, he resurfaced and said the first thing that he was feeling.

“HOT!” he screeched, taking deep breaths of air and fanning his tongue. Whatever he was swimming in tasted very spicy. After a moment, he started looking around his surroundings with his blurry eyes. Wherever he was, it was nearly pitch black and humid. A steady thump throbbed around him like a war-drum. Strangely, the beat sounded eerily familiar. He tried to remember what he was doing last and it struck him that the last thing he could remember was being molested by Haruko’s oversized jugs and falling into oblivion with Haruko’s smiling face hovering above him like some cruel Goddess. After that only the darkness, until he woke up in this zesty pool.
Paddling around in the darkness, Naota searched for any ground he could rest on.

It took him a minute to find the end of the lake, when he did, he crawled on shore and lay on his back to rest. As he lay there, he studied the ground beneath him. It felt slick and wrinkled, almost flesh like in feeling. His brain went to work at figuring out where on earth he was. First, he listened to the steady thump that he had been hearing since he had first risen from the strange water. His mind struggled to place the beat and it wasn’t until he thought bout his time inside Haruko’s womb that he placed it. The steady rhythm of beats was synced to the same tempo he heard inside Haruko’s womb. It clicked in his mind that he was back in the womb, Haruko must of used him as a dildo after he fell asleep and had left him inside her when she was done.

At least that made sense until he remembered the spicy lake he’d swam through. He had tasted Haruko’s juices and they certainly weren’t sweet. He knew he was inside Haruko, where there was spicy water and lots of room. Sitting up to help him think more clearly, Naota spotted something in the distance. He crawled closer to get a better look and the blurry shape began to take on a form. When he recognized it, he continued to look at it dumbly. Finally, he regained his wits and began to feel the recognizable ire that frequently was associated with his pink haired mother.

“Haruko!” Naota screamed as he stared down at the twenty-foot piece of ramen noodle.

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“Urp!” Haruko burped, quickly to cover her mouth. Removing her hand, she ate another mouthful of extra spicy ramen and swallowed it greedily. Stroking her stomach, Haruko turned back to the TV and put her cup of soup back onto the table. Ninamori watched her with an elevated eyebrow and a curious expression about what was with the belch.

“Ingestion,” Haruko explained with a shrug.