<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Undol&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Mirana!” the tiny being shouted up, his cry most likely unheard by the inexperienced predator, “Let me out! Please!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Mirana's ears twitch back and forth in silent shock as the realization of what she has done finally hits her a like sack of bricks. She swallowed Undol! She'd felt every little movement of his body decending down her throat. Now, she felt him moving just the slightest bit inside of her belly, though even over the faint growling of her tiny tummy, she cannot hear his voice, muffled as it is by her stomach, muscles, and soft, pristine skin.<br/><br/>For nearly an entire minute, she sits there, wide eyed and open-mouthed, in too much of a panic to even move. Even KNOW what to do. The only thing running through her mind was her own voice, screaming "You swallowed Undol!". That...and a tiny, tiny voice in the very back of her mind that told her just how nice it felt. Even Undol's small body felt like just the perfect-sized meal, and without even realising it, Mirana catches herself lightly stroking her fingertips across her stomach, a moan dying on her lips.<br/><br/>Why did it feel so good?! Why could she feel his squirms and struggles when her normal food she simply could not even *FEEL* once it reached her belly? Running her tongue softly along her lips, she gathers up the aftertaste of Undol's body. His sweat, the faint taste of fear that - apparantly - had been rather well founded after all. Once more, she finds herself stroking a single hand across her slim little belly, her eyes half-closing and another moan rising to her lips. This...was nice...<br/><br/>Undol's hands have trouble even pressing through the tight little sphincter of muscle that led into Mirana's belly, and despite how hard he attempts to pry that tight ring apart, his strength is simply not up for the task. It does not help that the inside of her belly was so slippery, than it kept shifting beneath his feet, kneading him from every angle. Even for a girl of her size, Mirana's stomach was small, and even kneeling inside of her belly was a difficult task as it continues to push in on him from every angle, activly working her digestive juices over his body.<br/><br/>Thankfully for Undol, his small body didn't need much oxygen, and enough had been swallowed along with his body to keep him concious - at least for the moment. Another thing working in the tiny man's favor was simply the fact that Mirana's stomach was not incredibly powerful. It did not have the crushing force or intense acids that more experienced predators had developed.<br/><br/>However, she was also unable to control her digestive processess - and right now, that was the most dangerous thing to the Lilliputian. The entirely unexperienced predator was likely in too much of a shock to even realise she could hack him back up, if she so desired.<br/><br/>The scent of acid continues to grow, and now Undol could feel that 'tingleing' sensation starting to - ever so slowly - turn into the faintest hints of a burn, especially along his knees and feet, which had been in the slowly-growing pool beneath him the longest. The incessant movement of the walls around him, the squishy, soft - but surprizingly strong - flesh of Mirana's digestive track continue to press in on his tiny body, working him over in the darkness of her softly growling tummy.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">(Undol takes 1 point of acid damage, and 2 points of subdual)</span>