Candy woke up to a clamorous rumble. Briefly, she forgot where she was and pressed her hands into the soft surface beneath her with confusion. It twitched in response, and then she recalled she was on Martin's belly. He was snoring, a deafening sound that had shattered her deep slumber and awakened her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Judging by the soft blue light filtering in through the window, it must be early dawn.
There was no way Candy was going to be able to sleep with his snoring, and it was almost time to get up anyways. "Martin?" Candy called up to him, but her small voice couldn't reach his ears when he was sawing logs and dead to the world. She stood up and began hiking up the landscape of his body towards his face. The footing was unstable, due to his natural squishiness and his breathing, but she found better purchase for her bare feet on his rib cage and sternum, where there were solid bones beneath the skin. His mane of chest hair tickled her feet.
"Martin," she repeated, standing on one of his pectorals above his nipple. No response except another raucous snore. She reached one of his collarbones, and after a moment of hesitation crossed his neck like a bridge, making sure not to step on his Adam's apple, and hauled herself up his prominent chin to his face. The Giant shifted in his sleep and scratched at his neck, but still didn't wake up. He mumbled something incoherent and turned his head slightly to the side, causing Candy to topple forward onto his lips. Fortunately, his snoring had stopped after he moved. His lips were so big and plushy, like oversized pillows, Candy felt like she could fall asleep again.
Candy trusted Martin, and she was very comfortable, but she knew he was asleep, so she should probably move. She tried to push herself up but her arm slid between his lips, causing her to collapse back down, so she was immersed in his mouth up to her shoulder. Her hand touched one of his incisors deep inside. As she planted her other hand on his lower lip to pull her arm out, his lips parted and he drew in a breath, making her lose her balance and slide forward. To her alarm, she was unable to stop her fall as she slipped forward into his gigantic mouth. Poor Candy was unable to arrest her descent as she slid down his wet tongue and straight into his gullet with the force of gravity, since he was lying on his back.
When she hit the back of his throat, Martin was choked awake with a start. He reflexively swallowed, and before Candy could even scream she plunged headfirst down his throat. Martin sat up and gripped his neck with a cough. "What the hell was that? A bug?" He drank some water that he had on a glass on his nightstand. Whatever he swallowed went down roughly, but the water helped it drop into his stomach. He gingerly touched his belly. As his sleep wore off, he remembered that Candy had stayed the night.
"Candy?" She wasn't on his belly where he had left her. He froze. She was gone. He looked around in the folds of the bedsheets frantically, too petrified to move lest he accidentally crush her. "Candy?! Where are you?" His stomach lurched a bit, presumably with indigestion. He licked his lips nervously. With an unsettling feeling in his gut, that hinted further at the contents of his stomach, he tasted a familiar, sweet flavor on his tongue. "Oh God..." He jumped out of bed into action.
Inside his body, Candy had been fast-tracked down his esophagus with the additional lubrication of the water he drank. Even so, the meat walls crushed her on all sides, filling her with visceral terror, before she squelched into his stomach with a plop. She screamed in horror, thrashing about in the pitch-black darkness as the hot acid stung her skin and assaulted her eyes and nose with irritating vapors. This time was different from the last time he ate her. Back then, she had been half-frozen and hardly conscious; now, she was fully aware of the peril she was in, and she fought with every last ounce of her strength to get out.
"Martin!" she shrieked. "Get me out of here!" She cursed her own stupidity for going anywhere near his mouth while he was unconscious and waded through the churning gastric juices until she bumped into a curved, squishy, wrinkled wall. She beat on it with her fists to get his attention. "Martin!" she wailed again desperately. "Help!" His whole body staggered around her, causing her to fall backwards.
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"Hold on Candy! I'll get you out!" Martin's enormous voice blared back, reverberating through the cavities of his insides. His stomach rocked violently as he rushed around, tossing Candy all over the place and sloshing the liquid around her. She had nothing to hold on to within the slippery, fleshy sack.
"I'm going to swallow a string and pull you out! Grab on when you see it!" he instructed, the rich stentorian tones of his voice resounding within his hollow viscera. Candy felt like she was inside a giant subwoofer with all the booming, throbbing noises of the organs around her, accentuated by the hungry, loud gurgles of the stomach she was trapped inside.
"But I can't see anything!" Candy yelled back, or at least tried to, as she was thrown around randomly inside. She wasn't sure if he'd be able to decipher her broken statement through the chaos. Martin didn't answer, but she could hear his throat contracting far above her, swallowing something with tremendous, echoing gulps. She tried to stand despite the tremors of the stomach walls surrounding her. Her skin was starting to burn, particularly her legs and feet submerged in the acid. "Martin, hurry!" she pleaded. The air was thin, and she was starting to feel dizzy.
She felt a ticklish sensation on her shoulder, and reached up blindly to discover a rope dangling down from the entrance to the stomach. She seized on to it with a death grip. "I got it!" she screamed as loud as possible, giving the rope a tug for good measure. "Pull me out!"
Martin could just barely hear her squeaky voice through his thick, insulating layers of flesh, but he could definitely feel her tug on the other end of the thread. He started to fish her out, repressing his physical urge to swallow again. Martin didn't have the most sensitive gag reflex, so he wasn't worried about puking. Last time he had swallowed the poor human, he couldn't compel himself to throw up on his own, without some external stimuli to trigger revulsion. While he had erroneously believed the possibility of accidentally consuming her again was remote, he had nevertheless prepared for such a contingency, and he was very grateful for his foresight in the matter.
Candy hated being squeezed and compressed as she was dragged out of the Giant's stomach and up the slick, narrow tube of his esophagus. The distance was long and grueling, but before long her eyes could perceive light from far above. She was pulled between two massive tonsils like boulders and found herself briefly back on a squishy tongue, encapsulated by teeth, before popping out of Martin's mouth and out to freedom.
Martin's heart broke, witnessing poor Candy shivering, soaked in his own grotesque body fluids, hanging on for dear life by a thread. Her knuckles were white from the tension of her grip. He immediately washed her off in the bathroom sink with warm water, rubbing her down with soap to get rid of the acid residue. To his relief, she hadn't been inside his belly long enough to suffer any significant injuries. He dried her off with a towel and held her against his cheek, rubbing his face against her and hugging her small form with his hands.
"Candy, I'm so sorry," he said softly. "I hope you're okay." He felt terrible. Once again, she had nearly come to harm just by virtue of the fact that he was so much larger than her. He felt like crying.
"I'm okay," Candy croaked just above the volume of a whisper, still shaken. "No need to apologize. It wasn't your fault. It was my own idiocy that got me in that situation. I was trying to wake you up by climbing up on your face. Very, very bad idea."
"Yeah... please don't do that again. I would feel terrible if anything happened to you because of me." He held her tighter against his cheek. "To be honest, if you wanted to wake me up, you probably would've had better luck traveling down south instead." He chuckled, and Candy couldn't help but smile as she felt his huge facial muscles move.
Martin spotted the clock. "Ooh, we need to start getting ready if we're going to be on time for work." The pair groomed themselves as needed and suited up in their work clothes. Candy recovered from her harrowing ordeal and was back to her usual cheery self in no time. Martin still felt residual guilt, but he tried his best to move on from it. Candy had assured him she was fine, and that he wasn't to blame. Seeing her so chipper in the morning, in his own apartment no less, perked him up too. Even so, he couldn't stomach any breakfast after what had happened, and Candy didn't have much of an appetite either. They could wait until lunch for leftover chicken and rice.
Martin held out his hand for Candy. He was secretly relieved when she hopped into his palm without a second thought. At least she wasn't scared of him after he ate her. He lifted her up to shoulder level and tucked her into his collar so she wouldn't fall. His heart wouldn't be able to take another mishap today. He grabbed their lunch, pocketed his keys, and headed out.
Candy had a lot of fun riding on Martin's shoulder to work. The feeling of being so high up, and so close to her lover, was exhilarating. He made everything so much easier for her. She didn't have to walk ridiculously long distances or watch out for big feet that could smash her. She felt secure up against his neck. She tried her best to forget being inside it, sliding down to his stomach. The reminder that Martin might actually enjoy eating her was not something she wished to dwell on.
Once the elevator spat them out on the third floor, Candy spied Bianca in her cubicle and patted Martin on the neck to get his attention. "Can you drop me off with Bianca? I want to chat with her," she requested. Martin readily complied, getting Bianca's attention with a polite greeting before handing off the little woman to the Giantess.
"Hi, Bianca!" Candy chirped. "I'm dying to know, how was your date?"
"Oh... a bit rough, but we worked through it. Gio was overwhelmed and got cold feet. I suppose we're going to have to take things slow," Bianca said. "He's definitely my type, but he's going to have to overcome his fears if we continue to date." The light in her eyes faded for a moment, but she quickly brightened up again. "Enough about me, what about you and Martin?" She gave Candy a knowing look.
Candy blushed bright red and giggled. "Martin's wonderful," she gushed, squirming in Bianca's hand. "My fears were unfounded. Although, he did eat me this morning. That wasn't so nice."
Bianca's face twisted up with horror. "Oh, but don't misunderstand!" Candy swiftly assured her. "It was an accident!"
Bianca composed herself and adjusted her glasses. "Well, that's good at least," she murmured. "Just be careful, alright Candy? You can't afford too many mistakes like that. One day it'll kill you."
Candy quaked. "I know," she agreed quietly. She looked up at Bianca. "Can you take me to my desk now?"
"Of course!" Bianca said warmly. She walked over and left Candy at her work station, bidding her adieu. "Have a great day!"
"You too, Bianca," Candy responded with a smile, and got to work.
