Peter found himself inside a small, stuffy, yet cozy space. Everything in there is very dark and humid and he, although knowing that he’s inside Isabel’s stomach, feels himself a little calm. Not much, but calm enough to not to try to get out of her beautiful body. He noticed, as he entered Isabel's stomach, that a slight peristaltic contraction pushed him into a different area, separated by a thick muscular membrane that seems to be closed now, as he felt it closing as soon as his body entered that part. It’s a fantastic experience for him: to be for the first (and definitive) time inside the digestive system of a giant woman, at the mercy of her body.

This space is not empty, however: he noticed a small pool in the bottom of the living chamber that contains him. Its odor, contrary to his expectations, is sweet. A little sour too, but sweet. The environment also has some very acid odors coming sometimes from the back section of Isabel's stomach, the digesting section, as she explained before.

"I don’t think it’s going to kill me if I taste it just a little..." Peter said to himself, tasting some of the sweet liquid in which he is partially dipped. The taste is very sweet, but at the same time acidic: like pineapple juice mixed with too much honey.

"Hey Isabel, did you drink some pineapple juice?"

No answer.

"Yep, I see. You simply can’t hear me. You’re there, going on with your life and living all the good things world has to offer, while I... have been eaten and that’s all." he spoke again, a little uneasy with his new reality: he is completely isolated from everything that exists, having to live the long rest of his life inside the belly of a giant woman who, a few minutes ago, was his best company at writing, and with which he had shared so many good moments.

Soon, he heard a weak gulping sound coming from above, and a splash coming from the back section of Isabel's stomach. Peter had no doubt about what's happening: Isabel’s having a lunch. The back section of her stomach is half-filled with the orange juice she drank before eating him and now everything she’s swallowing falls into the pool of juice that the back section of her stomach contains. Peter was quiet, just listening to the sounds that Isabel unwittingly makes inside her body as she chews and swallows food, food that is making her stomach more and more full, gulp after gulp. The safe space he's in is getting tighter, and then Isabel apparently stopped chewing and swallowing.

Peter felt everything sway slightly, and weak, rhythmic vibrations around him could be clearly perceived. Outside, Isabel rose from the table after devouring a full meal, something that, unlike Peter, could sustain her for a few hours before her body starts to need more food. She now just walks, satisfied, closing the house and taking a well-lined path that leads her back to the village where she lives.

"I hope you're feeling good in there, my little fellow... as you're going to be inside me forever." she spoke with a sweet voice and a beautiful smile, lightly patting her belly. Inside her, Peter felt strong vibrations all around him, not knowing it was just Isabel patting her belly in satisfaction. But he heard all of Isabel's words and, again, got a little worried: what will be of his new life, from now on? It seems that the sweet liquid here with him is some kind of nutritious liquid that will nourish him, as Isabel spoke before, by a variation of osmosis. Peter also decided to drink it, since, although sweet to the point of becoming nauseating, small amounts of that liquid are still quite pleasing to his taste.

Leaning his ear on the thick flesh that separates the front section from the back section of the stomach he’s forever into, Peter could hear Isabel's stomach digesting its contents, gurgling softly with each contraction of its walls. It seems very busy now and Peter thanked for not being there at that moment, or he would be now being dissolved in digestive juices together with Isabel's other meal, something quite painful. From there, Peter can feel almost every stomach movement, while it contracts and distends, digesting Isabel’s meal.

Peter settled into the now tight space he has for himself, waiting for the back section to push its contents into Isabel’s intestines, so he can have a reasonable space for himself again. His body apparently absorbed some of the sweet liquid that surrounded him and Peter is already satisfied: as Isabel said, his body is being nourished by osmosis.

"You know what? It's very sweet of you to allow me inside your lovely tummy, my big friend…" Peter said, knowing Isabel just can’t hear him (even though she can feel him moving inside her): She has her own life to go with and he's just a little guest inside her belly . A guest that only Isabel knows is there: for the rest of the world, Peter doesn’t exist anymore.

Peter stretched out, settling himself in a corner farther to the left and, listening to Isabel's strong heartbeats, he fell asleep.