Imagine me this, Batman: The inside of a Taylor tummy!
Well, now that Taylor is up for it from your first romp and you're both getting into the idea, guess it's time to actually take note of things in here! Especially after you both, you mostly, denied yourselves this experience after so long!
First off, the tummy itself! Pretty muscular, as tummies are be do, but also pretty pliant and supportive. It cradles you and the tasty tomato soup you were enjoyed with. It's keeping both you and Taylor pretty warm throughout, perfect on this cool and blustery day you're both inside escaping from.
You and the soup are sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach, clearly cozy times for both you and Taylor now that this is less of a panicking thing. However, when panicking is gone or subdued, then in comes the silliness. Now, you're pretty silly yourself, but Taylor can match it and sometimes exceed your expectations of it! You bring this up in only that you swear you heard a soft and sneaky giggle from above, before you suddenly are lurched up with Taylor getting back on her feet to shuffle into the kitchen.
You can't quite make it out, but she is definitely looking for something. But what could it be, with her shuffling and shimmying? She must've found it, as you're soon jostled again good as she plops back down on the couch cozily. Well, for her, you're covered head-to-toe in tomato soup again!
You swore you heard something crack, before getting your answer as some sort of familiar cola, a local brand she likes, pours down over your head fizzily. You sit there for a moment, wondering what your life has come to, before the fizzy rain stops. A sigh of relief, before you hear a larger swallow above. You look up, only to have a large SPLAT of chocolate and peanut butter hit you in the face and cover you well. Ahhhh, yes. She's covering you in snacks to make it more filled in there and because she wants to be silly about it.
You mumble softly to yourself about how much you love your girlfriend, your partner, your wife. You can't help but chuckle, deciding you'll get back at her for this one. A few more globs of candy and a few more sips of cola and you're quick to suddenly slosh and swish up a storm inside there. You can hear Taylor mewl in surprise as her breath hitches, before you manage to make her belch so hard and loud that you could probably hear it reverberate off the walls of the apartment from in there.
Both of you sit there for a moment, Taylor in slight surprise and you in your brain melting from how hot that was when her stomach squeezed tight all around you to push out all that gas and air.
A very conscious and worried poke soon gets through to you from the outside as Taylor asks if you're alright in there, even as you know you are. Right, now she can't see you being alright, only feel and maaaaaaaybe just barely hear you. You assure her you're fine and that it would take a lot to ever really harm you like that. She sighs in relief and moves back to snacking more idly, like before.
You decide to push your luck, as well as because it was so hot, to stir up her stomach again and make her belch like a foghorn again. Seems you may have overdone it as she starts hiccuping and coughing up a storm, instead. Now YOU have to make sure she's alright, which she is after she catches her breath. Good, good.
Maybe one more time for good measur-?
She's caught onto your little game and flops over onto her stomach to lie down, squashing you good in her stomach against the couch cushions below with a playful meow and a hefty slosh of you and her stomach contents. Enjoy the cramped hot tub, you dork~! .......Which I most totally am, since she's got me pinned right where she wants me for now~.
Forced cozy times, no more wigglin'. Weighted blanket of an entire significant other all around you. This is the life, apparently~!