As Jean was using all his remaining strength in order to swim away from the dark hole he saw getting nearer whenever he looked back, it was getting clear that it was useless. He lost all his strength due to the events in Grandis´ stomach earlier. Getting swallowed and being thrown around inside Grandis´ stomach, as well as the pain in his very soul he felt because of his doubts about Nadia had weakened the poor boy in a way that seemed unimaginable. His entire body was in terrible pain, and every movement of his arms while he was swimming hurt horribly. Besides, he hadn´t eaten anything for quite some time, thus his body was lacking fresh energy he needed so desperately. The harder he tried to swim against the flowing stream of wine, the heavier his breathing got and the more his heart was aching. His shrinkage and its results (getting eaten by TWO girls) and the mentioned lack of energy remaining in his feeble body could not be compensated in any way. Not even his will to avoid getting sucked into Grandis´ intestines could push him to the limits of what he was capable of. And Jean really never had tried so hard in his life before to achieve a goal as he was doing now, yet it wasn´t enough. After several minutes (yeah Grandis really was drinking quite a lot in order to get rid of her small stomach ache) of trying in vain to avoid another terrible event in his miserable seeming life (strangely enough, it only seemed miserable after he had met Nadia, although she was the love of his life. But everything went downhill from there on), he gave into his inevitable fate. The exhaustion took over his body, and he closed his eyes. He stopped swimming against the never ending stream of wine and let it carry him away. Not even his love for Nadia he had found again after his terrible feeling of doubt was able to awaken new powers inside him.
Being washed further to his doom didn´t even feel all that bad at all, like some wild water ride instead. It was his knowledge about the place he would end up in that made him worry about his situation. And not only that. With his body once again being under extreme conditions, he was afraid of actually dying. Dying because he was weakened like he could have never dreamed of. Dying because of the unbearable exhaustion. Dying because of more ordeals for him to come and to go through. That´s why he closed his eyes, patiently awaiting the things to come, even if they meant his death.
Jean could feel and hear when the stream of wine finally transported him through the membrane leading into Grandis´ intestines. This was because of a sudden suction that was making the stream flow faster, and because of a disgusting *plop* like sound. In a matter of seconds, he suddenly realized that he had landed on a ground that seemed even softer than the flesh of Grandis´ stomach, and he felt that he was freed from the masses of wine, yet he could still hear the wine rushing through the maniac woman´s body. Although he honestly didn´t want to, he dared to open his eyes again, being curious about his new surroundings. And looking at this new world, he first had to gasp. What he could see was exactly like Grandis´ stomach, and totally different at the same time. First of all, he could perceive an odious stench that was not different from the one he could smell inside her stomach, if not worse. The gurgling sounds of her digestive tract were in fact even louder and more persistent than in the stomach, as he was now able to experience the digestive process even further. As for the look of her intestines, Jean had never seen the intestines of a person before (logically), so he was surprised at its sight. It seemed like an infinite organic tunnel, and he could not even guess where here intestines would end. That was not a surprise, though, since he heard before that the small intestines of a human are quite long. So for Jean, its entire length must have been about several kilometers. It really scared him, thinking that he could actually go down this path, even deeper into the stinking and disgusting digestive tract of a woman he despised. Ewh...
Looking at the walls of this ever-contracting tunnel, Jean could see that they were greenish and littered with microscopic (for an ordinary person)finger-like projections, and Jean realized that these were the so called villi. He knew that they were there to increase the surface are for absorption. He was just glad that it appeared that he could not get digested, thus his body could not get dissolved and sucked up by these villi. He certainly did not want to become part of Grandis´ muscles or her fat, that was for sure, and especially not via her intestines. He could not properly see the ground beneath him, as it was covered by the remaining wine, and it went almost up to the tips of Jean´s shoes, but he guessed that the ground was equally organic, greenish or pink, just like he was used to by now. He sighed deeply, not knowing whether his fate could get even worse, which means whether he could go even deeper into that woman´s belly. With his body being wet because of the masses of wine and himself being so weakened that he could hardly stand on his feet, he began to tremble. Everything he went through until now was far too much for a 14/15 year old boy. And no one deserves to go through hell like Jean did. At that moment, he could have questioned Nadia´s attempts to save him again, but he was sure that she would at least try, and she was not to be blamed for anything.
Standing there and staring into the nothingness of Grandis´ intestines, he heard a loud rumbling noise, indicating that she was patting her belly in triumph.
"So much for that little stomach ache."
She laughed slightly, followed by the most disgusting event that could have possibly happened at that moment. Grandis burped once again, causing the stomach, which was only inches above him and only separated from him by the membrane and the walls of her intestines, to shake violently again, and it even affected the intestines, as the ground began to wobble beneath him. not as strong as in her stomach, but at least it was sudden enough for him to fall down onto the ground, with his face landing in the small lakes of wine. This disgusting spectacle was followed by another laughter of Grandis, yet Jean did not react immediately. He remained there on the fleshy ground for the next couple of seconds, but the anger was swelling inside him, as well as his sadness. Then he finally stood up again, remaining on his knees, quietly. And the thing absolutely wanted to avoid actually happened. Jean began to cry again, and he was ashamed of himself as the tears were flowing down his cheeks again and as he was sobbing. He could not go on anymore. It was enough. All the humiliation, the exhaustion, his hopeless situation and his body getting weaker and weaker...all this was too much to bear for Jean. So he gave up. He didn´t care what would happen to him, he was just hoping that it would be over quick, that he would be freed from his prison, even if this ultimately meant his death. But even a young man like Jean knew that death could also mean salvation. And he was praying for salvation all the time, only he did doubt that he would ever perceive it. His sobbing was getting louder, and he whispered some muffled words, but there was one sentence among them he spoke loud and clear, he even yelled it under his tears.
"NADIA! Forgive me..."
His words echoed in the pulsating tunnel of the intestines, and just as Jean had expected, it was followed by silence.
That changed after only a few seconds, as he heard a familiar voice, in a way he would have never expected.
"Who said that?! Where is Nadia?!"
Grandis? She actually heard Jean? Even in his current state of weakness, both psychically and psychologically, Jean was at least surprised, and he didn´t know whether it was a positive surprise or a negative one. He originally wanted to avoid getting heard by Grandis, but now, in the most desperate moment of his life, Jean realized that Grandis was probably the only person right now who could save him from his ordeal. It was at least worth a try.
"H-hello? Grandis?" he uttered with his weak voice as loud as he could.
"WHO IS THERE?! AND WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Grandis voice was the complete opposite of Jean´s, powerful and lively, and the force of her words even caused the walls of the small intestines to shake slightly and Jean to shudder.
"Miss Grandis? Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can hear you, whoever you are!"
Taking a deep breath, Jean prepared for the words he wouldn´t have imagined to say.
"Miss Grandis...I need your help..."
"Need my help?! Listen, you fool, I don´t even know where you are!"
"I...I´m deep inside your belly."
Jean´s revelation was followed by moments of silence. that was a surprise for sure.
"Are you trying to make a fool of me?! Inside my belly?!"
"Listen...I...I´m Nadia´s tiny boyfriend..."
"Wait...you´re that insect I saw earlier on her hand? How did you manage to get in there."
"Remember when you were choking on the Eiffel Tower? That was me, sliding down your esophagus."
"Ewh, gross!"
"I...I´m sorry for bothering you, Miss Grandis. But I beg you, I need your help right now. Every cell in my body is aching, and i´m too weakened to even walk. I can´t go on anymore...if I don´t get out of your body quickly..."
Unlike her personality, Grandis was deeply moved by Jean´s words. They were honest and full of pain; and she even developed sympathy for him. She believed him when he said that he was in her belly, due to his size, that was no surprise. But she wasn´t even disgusted by the thought of him being inside her body. Au contraire, she felt so sorry for him. His weak voice was enough to make her realize that he must have gone through an ordeal. According to his voice and what he told her, it even seemed that he could die inside her even didn´t get help quickly, no matter whether that meant giving him nutrients his body needed desperately or just getting him out of prison again. One thing was for sure, even if Grandis was a thief, she would have never dared to hurt a person in such a terrible way, and she didn´t want to be responsible for anyone to suffer because of her or even to die. And that boy...he was at least very polite toward her, despite himself being in a desperate situation. That somehow impressed her, and she actually likes gentlemen. So it didn´t take her long to come up with an answer.