This choice: Hippolyta's Belly Prisoner • Go Back...Chapter #15Hippolyta's Belly Prisoner by: ejones312   Hippolyta vomited the contents of her stomach, the liquified remains of her previous meals splattered at the bottom like an unsightly soup. She and the other Amazons searched through the vomit for any trace of her ward, but they didn’t find any movement beyond the flow of the sludge, not even a little twitch or sudden movement.
“I cannot find him!” Philippus said. “He’s not here!”
“Then what’s become of him!?” Artemis asked.
Hippolyta dreaded the answer. She rubbed her abdomen gently, and felt a little movement inside of it.
“He’s never left my stomach.”
Within the Amazon Queen’s stomach, Timmy was laying flat on his belly, having been disoriented by his foster mother’s attempt to regurgitate him. The stomach acids had shot out of the fleshy chamber like a geyser, but he was left behind due to his size being unable to pass through the lower esophageal sphincter. Now he was trapped inside his prison, surrounded by nothing but moist flesh, putrid humid air, and darkness that eventually adjusted to a faint reddish light.
Overwhelmed by panic, Timmy began to cry and beat against the stomach walls.
“Let me out! Your Majesty, let me out!”
Hippolyta doubled back and clutched her abdomen, her nerves on high alert as she felt little fists relentlessly thump the inside of her belly.
“My Queen!” the Amazon troops gasped.
“Quickly, my Queen, we must try inducing vomiting again!” Philippus once again stuck her fingers all the way back into Hippolyta’s throat and triggered her gag reflex. Similar to before, Hippolyta found her insides cramping and working to evict the little boy from her stomach.
Timmy found himself forcefully compacted by the stomach walls, nearly crushing him like the queen’s esophagus did on his way in. The forced tightness of the walls suffocated him and nearly crushed his bones. He felt himself getting lifted upwards to a small pucker of flesh at the ceiling of his fleshy prison, but he couldn’t fit due to his size. The body’s instinctual push hurt the boy further when trying to force him past the sphincter.
Hippolyta coughed and hacked, and even dry heaved, but she couldn’t feel her charge exit her stomach.
“He’s not coming out!” Philippus said. “He must be stuck!”
“This is not good.Oh, this is not good.” Hippolyta was trying her best not to panic, but it was hard not to, knowing that a shrunken child had entered the boiling cauldron of her stomach. Knowing that he needed comfort, she gently rubbed the area of her belly where the boy was hitting from the inside. “Timmy? It is I, Hippolyta. Can you hear me?”
“Momma?” Timmy’s voice called faintly from within her belly. “Let me out, momma! I’m scared!”
“Timmy? Timmy, listen to my voice. Focus on my voice,” Hippolyta said calmly. “I need you to calm down. Panicking at this time will not help you. I need you to speak to me as calmly as you can. Are you alright?”
“No!” Timmy’s muffled voice yelled from within the Queen’s flesh. It sounded like he was about to cry. “You swallowed me! I fell in your mouth and you swallowed me!”
“Hush, Timmy, and listen to my voice,” Hippolyta calmly instructed. “I need you to answer me, Timmy. Are you hurt? Do you feel any burning?”
“I-I don’t know,” Timmy sniffled. “I’m... I’m just scared! It’s so dark and It’s dark and it’s gross and it’s stinky and it’s wet and... and... I want my mommy!”
“Oh, Timmy, I am so sorry,” the regretful queen cooed as she gently rubbed her belly. “Try as I might, I cannot expel you out the way you came in.”
“Please, don’t leave me here!” the little boy’s voice cried out. “I’m sorry for falling into your mouth! I’m sorry I almost choked you to death! I’ll take whatever punishment you want, but please don’t leave me in your tummy! I don't wanna die!”
“I know, little one, I know,” Hippolyta said solemnly, “but you are too big to exit my belly. I’m afraid… I’m afraid you’re stuck inside of my body.”
“No!” Timmy’s immediate reaction was to punch and kick the stomach walls, making Hippolyta double down in agony. “I wanna get out, momma, I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!”
“Please, Timmy, you must remain calm!” Hippolyta tried to insist, but was answered by another internal cramp. “Your actions will arouse my digestive system!”
But it was too late. Timmy’s panicked tantrum had already activated the Amazon Queen’s digestive system as her stomach registered his presence. The stomach began to growl and groan, trembling with each horrifying cacophony of impending digestion, spraying a sprinkle of liquid within its tight confines. As for poor Timmy, he discovered as he was showered by the sprinkle of digestive juices…
1.) …his skin was burning and his breathing was slowing; Hippolyta’s stomach was going to digest him!
2.) …his skin was not burning and he was breathing normally; Hippolyta’s stomach could not digest him!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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