“Let me out, you monster!” cries Pete, slamming his fists against the stomach walls, which, like jelly, tremble from his blows, but nothing happens. The stomach continues to contract its walls, secrete acid that foams and that’s it. Pete loses all track of time, trying to free himself, but it’s all in vain; he only provokes the stomach walls further, forcing them to release more hydrochloric acid for dissolving. Pete feels the wetness of the walls and the liquid beginning to settle on his skin, burning it slightly, forcing him to pull his hands away and back from the wall, but it won’t help him. Gradually the liquid level in the stomach rises a couple of millimeters, heralding the beginning of digestion.
Suddenly, something hits Pete’s leg; startled, he flinches and, involuntarily jerking, takes a step back, lowering his head and looking at where he was standing before. Meters away (for him, these are meters, but for normal height, these are pitiful millimeters), in the depths of the bubbling lake, floated a human skull. In the dim light, one could make out the outline of an ORDINARY HUMAN SKULL! Pete screamed in terror, but Eric didn’t flinch, gradually drifting deeper into sleep. This also affected his metabolism; one could see that the stomach became less active and moved the walls as if doing a light massage, softening and grinding the food. A gurgling sound rang out, coming from a burst bubble, which drowned out Pete’s cry. Pete covered his mouth with his hand and, in horror, slowly approached, leaning over, he lowered his hands into the liquid and pulled out the skull. Seeing the black holes instead of eyes, the void instead of a nose, Pete shuddered and, with trembling hands, dropped the skull back into the meaty-acid lake and with a splash, it fell into the lake. Pete felt pain and heaviness in his stomach; leaning over the lake, he involuntarily vomited the contents of his stomach. Yellow-green vomit with pieces of chicken, bread, vegetables, and buckwheat came out of his mouth and flowed into the lake, mixing with all the contents of Eric’s stomach.
At that moment, Pete truly feared for his life; he realized that if he couldn’t get out, he would be part of this hellish, acidic lake, another floating skull on the surface of the fleshy, liquid mass, and even worse, become someone’s excrement, which would involuntarily be expelled from a child’s, boyish ass.
Straightening up, Pete wiped his mouth and then, pulling himself together, tried to orient himself in the dim light. Time was running out, as the acid intensified due to the increasing heat inside; if it’s 36-37 degrees Celsius outside, it’s not so hot, but inside, it’s hell. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he examined his surroundings and noticed some changes. Firstly, the stomach’s surface area was larger, which meant that this damned kid was lying on his back, but this wouldn’t do him any good; he’d still have to dive into this burning, acid-filled lake to reach the lower esophageal sphincter and the pylorus of the stomach; in any case, it would be difficult since the liquid is not as liquid as it should be. Another change was that the stomach had become less active, which indicates that Eric was already asleep and sleeping in his crib, or sleeping wherever he’s comfortable. But in any case, it won’t help him, because he’s already starting to feel weak burns in the lower back, since he’s almost submerged in the acid. If he accidentally opens his eyelids when he’s in the depths, he’ll simply lose his sight. In any case, what can one say when he’s not completely under the acidic, fleshy lake? That even so, his eyes are irritated by the vapors of hydrochloric acid floating in the air, the surface of the lake is slowly bubbling, raising bubbles from the bottom that burst with the slightest contraction of the stomach walls.
Gradually, Pete begins to experience oxygen deprivation, completely changing his behavior for the worse. He begins to rave more, uttering random phrases, seeing images in the darkness, and thinking less about how to save his skin, and, moreover, adding the shock and fear to it, it’s a triple blocker of common sense.
While our little Eric sleeps soundly, snoring in his crib or on the sofa in the living room, his stomach slowly begins to deal with the inhabitant of its depths. Pete no longer feels anything around him, only occasionally waking up from his sleep. He doesn’t have enough oxygen; he can no longer orient himself in space and understand where he is. All he thinks about is that it’s a dream and it’s not real, but reality is cruel than meager expectations. Lack of oxygen makes the body more economical and less active, which affects reflexes, which means that Pete doesn’t feel how the hydrochloric acid fumes, and the one that washes his body from the fingertips to the neck, begins its work. Raising a small vapor, emanating from Pete’s body, as his skin literally begins to melt, it happens slowly and carefully, like a massage, as if Eric’s stomach is enjoying it. In turn, Pete is already unconscious and understands and feels almost nothing, giving himself completely to the power of the acids. Pete half-opens his eyes one last time, his breathing becomes intermittent and painful. Pete starts coughing blood. Small droplets of blood fly out of his mouth and get into the acid lake, creating very small waves, even less than 1 millimeter. Pete takes his last breath before lifelessly lowering his head. At that moment, Eric, smacking his lips, rolls onto his right side, which causes everything in the stomach to be turned upside down, and Pete is completely in the acid lake, submerged from the fingertips to the tips of his hair.
The lake begins to bubble around Pete, reminding us that a violent, chemical activity is starting, which says that the molecules of hydrochloric acid are starting to tear the body apart as if into pieces, into small pieces, releasing a lot of gases, such as: carbon dioxide, hydrogen sulfide, methane, ammonia. Because of this, Eric’s tummy swells a little, increasing in a small size, making his smooth stomach even rounder. Eric scratched his stomach, smacked his lips sweetly, before putting his hand on the sheet, continuing to sleep carefree.
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