After sitting in the first stomach for a few hours, you decide you can no longer take the monotony of it. You notice a small opening at the other end of the stomach, constantly flexing, it is here that the cow's cud leaves the first stomach. An idea pops into your mind, 'She said I'd be digested in the third stomach she didn't say anything about the second.' You mull this thought over for a little while before finally deciding it's probably for the better that you move on, it's just too boring here. You walk over to the edge of the stomach, looking into the flexing opening and with a small push, you force yourself in.
You enter a small tube with pulsating walls taking you to the next chamber. The tunnel's walls seem to be giving you a massage as you are slowly pushed into the waiting stomach, you soon begin to feel pressure at your feet as you are pushed against the opening to the next stomach, the opening opens wide, excepting you into the next chamber. With a loud 'plop' you hit the floor of the stomach.
You haven't even been in here a minute and the motions from the stomach are making you nauseous. on top of that the minor digestive juices are already melting your clothes off.
The cow says, "Oh so I see you decided to move onto my second stomach, how wonderful, maybe you'll decide to be a part of me yet?" the sound reverberating around you like an echo in a cave, the cow lets out a barely audible giggle at her intentions to turn you into a piece of her massive ass.
"I'm still undecided, I just thought I might as well move on to the next stomach, the last one was too uneventful." you say trying to stand still, however the motions of the cow's second stomach continue to move you up and down like a roller coaster, towards the opening in the cow's stomach, you scramble as far away from the stomach as possible.
"Oh ok, well be careful, if you fall asleep there's no guarantee you'll wake up in there." the cow let's out another giggle, making your fleshy prison move you towards the opening to the next stomach much quicker.
You begin to think about it for a little while and decide ...
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