"Just a little..." You reply hesitantly. You didn't want Mewtwo to think of you as either rude of glutinous, both out of slight fear of being digested and not wanting to sound rude to your friend. Though you're confidant that he wouldn't digest you, better to be safe than sorry.
"Alright then, if your sure." Mewtwo replies back to his rotund belly. "I'll just send down a few snacks down, one at a time. Just let me know once you've had enough, ok?" He asks, as he began to rummage about through the fridge that he summoned from who-knows-where. Within the space of a few minutes, Mewtwo swallowed down a turkey sandwich, some Pop-Tarts, and a small helping of animal crackers. You finish the food in a short while, your hunger sated, at least for now.
"Thanks for the food Mewtwo, that really hit the spot!" You graciously thank him. Suddenly, you let rip a decently sized burp inside him, fueled by your recent swift meal. The force of the burp is strong enough to pleasantly vibrate the Pokémon's stomach, ironically triggering a burp from him as well.
You both chuckle for a while at the apparent humor of your situation. Though you are still a resident of your friend Mewtwo's stomach, you're quickly beginning to realize that it isn't so bad a place after all. Sure, it'll definitely take some getting used to, but it was nowhere near as bad as how it sounded before. In fact, it's almost beginning to become enjoyable for you.
Content with your current situation and a bit wiped out after everything, you decide to drift off into a short, after-meal nap, the gentle sounds of Mewtwo's innards, coupled with the plush, slightly moist interiors of your fleshy home quickly carry you into the land of dreams.
"Mmm, you go ahead and have a good nap in there, I think I'll just take the time to enjoy myself." Mewtwo smiled to himself as he aided you in drifting off to sleep, gently rubbing, caressing, and swaying his extended spherical belly about to quicken the process, and to take immense pleasure in having you, his best friend, resting peacefully in his gut.
"Well, now that he's out of it, what should I do to occupy myself?" Mewtwo mutters to himself.
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