"Alice, are you sure this is safe?" Marisa rubbed her pained arm from a sudden drop of acid.
"Yes, of course. I've tried this before I'll have you know." Alice sipped her tea and placed it back on the saucer resting on her enlarged belly. Her usual attire wouldn't handle the intense stretch, so she settled for a loose pajama shirt and bloomers.
"You have? With what?" Or who, she wondered to herself before grimacing in pain from another hot liquid dripping on her, this time tea.
"Just a couple of fairies I found snooping around my household. They exited later safe and sound."
"Ok...wait, so that means you've never ate something that couldn't come back if anything went wrong?" Marisa started to panic a little, even if her fears were subdued due to whose stomach she currently occupied.
"Well, no but...you didn't ask these types of questions before we started." Alice commanded her dolls to lower the lights as she stretched out on the sofa.
"I-I was feeling a little adventurous today so I didn't hesitate. This is a little strange though. Even for you, ze~ ow!" Marisa rubbed her sore head after a fist knocked it from outside the pink, slimy walls.
"Jerk. I thought I'd broaden my studies a little." Alice said matter of factly
"Stomach containment seems like a big step from doll making. I guess I can't complain. I was too curious what it looked like inside of you." Marisa crossed her arms and leaned back, although nothing budged in her favor. Alice blushed at Marisa's wording. It only urged her to notice the subtle gurgling that began. In reality, the thief's curiosity centered around Alice being a magician. Nevertheless, the puppeteer went over the words in her head and prepared herself to ask a critical question.
"S-so how is it" Alice asked in a vulnerable tone.
"How's what?" Marisa absentmindedly scratched her nose, which only irritated it further from the acid that gathered on her fingertips.
"How are my insides?" Alice directly asked.
"Uh...it's kinda dark and a little hot. Not to be rude, but it kinda smells too."
Alice's heart crashed at Marisa's unusual blunt honesty. , she thought,
Alice cleared her throat and chose her next words carefully.
"It's a shame you feel that way. I've been willing to show you for awhile now..." Alice struggled to speak her form of a confession, but Marisa being inside of her instead of in direct eye contact made it easier.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Marisa noticed her sleeves were melting in front of her. The decision to keep her clothing only left them damaged and rotting.
Marisa thought idly.
"Okay, Alice, time to let me out of here!" Marisa knocked on the walls casually. The only answer she got was the continuously loud heartbeat rhythmically pumping blood throughout the system she now occupied.
"Yo, Alice, come on!" Still, no answer. An eerie quaking followed and the stomach began to tightly entrap every part of her. The cold flesh chilled her to the bone.
"This isn't funny! Alice, can you hear me?! aah!" Another liquid poured down, but it was cooler and a different color from the tea earlier.
Alice laid the vial down next to the tea saucer on the floor. Three dolls came flying by and positioned themselves along the rumbling gut of their creator. The feeling of the fine wood rubbing against her flushed, stretched skin was strange to the frustrated puppeteer but it'd help regardless.
"Hmph. Eager enough to jump down my throat but still thick enough to not understand the bigger picture." Alice said aloud. The increased activity due to the digestive aid left Marisa unable to hear anything but her own pleas.
"Soon you'll get to be in every other part of a magician. My hips, breasts, butt, thighs, but most importantly my *urp* heart." Alice joined her dolls in massaging her immense gut, busy squeezing and turning the clueless girl. A few other dolls turned off the last lights in the house and all was silent.
"Goodnight, Marisa."