Timmy carried his latest plucked grape in both arms. He carried it over to the edge of the nightstand and looked over to aim the grape into the giantess’s yawning maw. In that moment, Hippolyta breathed a deep sigh, sending hot breath in the boy’s face that would eventually prove to be a major mistake.
The breath not only made Timmy grimace, but because the nightstand was made of smooth, polished marble, any hot breath would turn into moisture. The edge of the nightstand was moistened, making Timmy’s footing unstable. He slipped on the edge, and he went screaming into the dark, fleshy pit, hurtling past the gaping lips, through two rows of white ivory teeth, and over the gargantuan tongue. His fall abruptly stopped when he was lodged into Queen Hippolyta’s esophagus.
Suddenly, Hippolyta’s windpipe was clogged up like a cork in a bottle. She threw herself into a sitting position as she choked and gagged on the wriggling tiny boy in the back of her throat. The gagging was so loud, it echoed out of the chambers and immediately drew attention from her guard. Philippus and her troops stormed into the chamber, entering to find their queen grasping at her throat, struggling to breathe, her face turning blue.
“My Queen!” Philippus exclaimed as she ran to the queen’s side. “Quick! Someone get her some water!”
One of the soldiers instantly turned to fetch a jug of water and a glass for the choking queen. Philippus quickly went from behind and grabbed Hippolyta around the abdomen. She quickly constricted her arms in spurts to dislodge the obstruction suffocating her from the inside. Hippolyta’s face was starting to turn purple.
“Hold on, My Queen! We’ll get whatever’s choking you out!” Philippus tried to assure the queen.
The tiny boy stuck inside the back Hippolyta’s throat wasn’t faring much better. His legs were stuck inside the epiglottis where the flap separated the esophagus from the lungs. Hippolyta’s vocal chords were so close in proximity, her constant coughing and gagging seemed like explosions in his ears.
The jaws continuously jolted along with bright flickers of light pouring in from the opening of the mouth. The tongue was too moist and slippery for Timmy to grab a hold to pull himself up. His panicking overwhelmed him as he tried to claw out of the throat, but that only made it worse. The more he wriggled, the deeper he was pushed down.
“Please, your majesty, don’t eat me!” Timmy begged for his life.
Suddenly, he felt tiny bursts of air pushing him from deep inside the throat, pushing a little further up the tongue. Someone was giving her the Heimlich maneuver. They were trying to force him out of her windpipe. Timmy whimpered as he reached for the back of the tongue and tried to pull himself out of the epiglottis.
The more times Hippolyta was given the Heimlich maneuver, the more times it took for Timmy to be dislodged from the giantess’s windpipe. It was working because Hippolyta was beginning to breathe inward again, though less than outward. Her faithful general kept pushing on her lungs to rescue the boy from an unfortunate digestive fate. After this was over, Hippolyta knew that this was an unfortunate circumstance, but nonetheless, she had to administer her punishment to the boy because this counted as an automatic failure.
After a few pushes from Philippus, Timmy was pushed out of the epiglottis and launched onto the back of the tongue. Timmy laid flat on the rear bumps along the edge of Hippolyta’s tongue, crying at the horrific trauma he endured. He got himself up to crawl over the tongue and out the mouth when his head his something moist from up above.
All of a sudden, the world inside of Hippolyta’s mouth and throat as her gag reflex kicked in. Timmy’s entire world jolted around him as the tongue suddenly bucked him to the back of the throat and a sudden booming gag blasted behind him.
Outside, Hippolyta began to choke once more, frightening her guard. The tiny boy hit his head on his uvula, triggering her reflex which caused her tongue to buck the obstruction back into her throat. She held her hands to her throat to slow Timmy’s accidental descent down her esophagus. No matter how much she tried, Hippolyta couldn’t resist her reflex as they threatened to pull him down into her digestive tract.
With so much regret, Hippolyta couldn't hold on any longer, so she swallowed. Hippolyta grimaced as her esophagus squeezed the wriggling bulk inside, feeling him descend to plop into her stomach. Hippolyta quickly jumped on her feet and breathed normally, holding her belly with a shocked face.
“Your highness, are you alright?” Philippus asked.
“No. No, I’m not,” Hippolyta answered, her shock never leaving her face. “I... I swallowed my charge."
Inside, Timmy had lived one of the worst experiences of his newly tiny life. He was so close to being coughed out of Hippolyta’s throat when he accidentally caused her to choke again. The tongue sent him over the edge of her throat and his entire body was stuck inside. He felt the gentle, protective hands of the giantess trying to hold him from being swallowed down until he was pulled at the peristalsis by his legs and was forced deeper into the giantess's body.
After a painful five seconds down the esophagus, Timmy was squeezed into the stomach, filled up with saliva, acid, and a single tiny boy. After splashing in that hot, shallow pool at the bottom of the fleshy cavern, the size of the inside of a minivan, Timmy began to panic. He remembered his anatomy lessons in elementary school, about how the digestive system worked. He quickly swam up to the stomach walls, screamed, and began to beat his fists against the malleable wall.
“Please, Your Majesty, let me out!” Timmy screamed. “I don’t wanna turn to poo!”
Hippolyta felt the tiny beats in her stomach. She covered her belly with her hands while the other Amazon guards huddled around her to get a good listen. They could faintly hear the tiny screams of the boy coming from inside her belly. It sounded muffled, but it confirmed without a doubt that it was his voice.
“So it’s true,” Artemis said. “You swallowed the son of man.”
“Don’t just stand there!” Philippus bellowed, snapping her soldiers out of her shock. “Hurry! Get a tub! We need to get the boy out of our Queen’s belly!”
The soldiers rushed to get a wooden tub while Philippus and Artemis helped the Queen to her knees. One of the soldiers returned with the wooden tub and brought it under the Queen’s abdomen. Philippus quickly stuck her fingers to the back of her throat, hoping to trigger her gag reflex. The motion itself began to twitch on the inside, from the back of her esophagus to the inside of her stomach.
Timmy felt the gag reflex kicking in as the entire stomach twitched and compressed all around him. He was splashed and sloshed around by a maelstrom of stomach acids and saliva. A bit of it managed to make it into his mouth and a little bit in his stomach as well. The muscular contractions grew stronger, hastily squeezing out its contents, up the esophagus, out of the mouth, and into the wooden tub.
What happens next?
1.) Hippolyta throws up Timmy; he faces punishment for his failed task and nearly choking her to death.
2.) Hippolyta does not throw up Timmy; he is either digested or immune to digestion inside of her stomach.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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