inner world

Tingling anticipation. The heat is evocative. The mic/I i/am being put into place.

Your heartbeat, distant, slightly rapid. Maybe you’re excited. It’s exciting to me. I love it here already.

00.44: Sudden squeaky gurgle. Like an introduction. Hello, Raven’s stomach.

00.46: Almost a grunt of a gurgle. So unladylike. Imagine, your beauty and intelligence and humanity… None of it applies to those you eat. We get this caustic liquid chamber, agony. Nice gentle sounds in this portion.

00.48: I think I heard a swallow. Oh please, record a swallow for me, dear Raven.

A chain of them could signal the start of the game.

00.50: It’s so peaceful in here. Like sleeping somewhere warm in a thunderstorm. I feel cozy, but like there’s incredible danger too. Like a force of nature. A goddess.

00.51: Some shocking, loud sounds. Definitely could be gamed. And a squelch at 52 that… Ooooh God, it’s just… Tingling… And another, went on for far too long, like a tease…

I’m not going to produce anything of use for cutting up the audio because I’m just on fire with everything happening.

Don’t know if you want to know but I’ve been hard from the very start and I don’t want to lose focus so… Guess I’m teasing myself while I digest…

00.55 gorgeous heavy impact followed by a peal of gurgles.

Oh and later, something else higher pitched. This is gold. Medium intensity gurgles.

00.56 was that a belch from the inside? I could dance. I’m so happy ^^ I’m sure I’m being ridiculous but I’m so very happy.

Somewhere up there you’re biting, chewing, swallowing pizza. Your stomach accepts it with equanimity. Packing in around me, like I wasn’t enough to satisfy your hunger. I’d feel insulted but you’re so hot when you eat…

00.58 gorgeous cluster of gurgles, maybe fouled with some interference. Later on begins a really nice moderately quiet stretch. Ending in another belch? Or starting an intense period. Your stomach is suddenly busy.

I feel like I’m being borne away. Like floating down a river. I can feel your juices marinating me. The current is growing stronger. You’re really waking up now, lovely Raven.

1.01 such a wonderful stretch of audio. This could form baseline of an endgame or late midgame sequence.

That river… Really wild now. Feel like I’m under assault. I welcome it all. Want you current to take me. Want to drown in you.

Your intestines, a waterfall. I won’t ever experience down there. Even in secret cavern of your stomach, your gut keeps some of its secrets

1.03 intense gurgle, followed by intense background. So happy.

Gurgling as regular as breathing. Wondered if it was. 1.04 is a wild ride. Contains big gurgles for sampling and end of it is curiously rhythmic.

Sounding somehow wetter, messier. Taking pains to visualise your real insides, not like anime or whatever. Your stomach is real. That space is the site of destruction for your food in fact. I love your guts. I think you do too? You have lovely guts. What a strange compliment.

1.07 Hehe, throat clearing?

I want this. I know it would become agony. I know your stomach is not meant to be a pleasant place for its guests. But to pass through your lips, down your throat, be contained here inside you… To know I’m making you turned on, sleepy, stretched; to know that your favourite part is the horrifying death facing me in the hot dark… I would go gladly. It feels like love.

1.12 so many things are happening now. You’re wet. Didn’t expect that; should have. Cannot believe how unquiet you are. What an assault! How much your unwilling meals must be disgusted, or afraid. But their bodies will become yours. They will siphon into still deeper passages, mixed intimately with three juices.

I stare into the darkness. You are squeezed tightly shut like an in impenetrable fleshy sack. But your sphincter will twitch open and swallow me again

Those prissy prey, the ones who think themselves too good to melt down, they will flood those passages and you will suck and suck and suck. Everything good passes into you and everything that remains finds less savory stretches. It’s thrilling to me that part of your perfect digestive tract is constantly filthy, purpose-built to package us up for neat disposal.

Where did the original shape go? You swallowed a person and now you’re fatter. The only other signs bear no resemblance.

Realised I stopped the timestamps. Lost in your guts. Sorry. Not sorry. This is where I belong.

Fascinated with the idea you’ll piss me out as much as the other thing. Much of me will pass into your blood, through your heart. Wonder what it feels like to be ripped out by your kidneys? I confess the thought of streaming out through your urethra almost made me come, just then.

Where will my shape go? I worked hard on myself. I learned, built relationships. Was loved. I know you care but your stomach doesn’t give a damn. It’s working me down, processing me. I’ll be nothing when it’s done.

Fuck it, take me, Rey.

Automatic writing, huh? So I’m wrapped in the sound of you. Think you’ve moved me down now. 1.27? I don’t know. I can’t focus on much more than the gentle flow through the tangle of your guts. And still the occasional demanding groan of your stomach, working hard on its contents, feeding me deeper.

Do you think you could leave my soul intact long enough to squeeze and stream half out of you when you’re done with my body? That’s my prayer. I’d pray to you, from inside your alimentary canal, that you enjoy me, that you take everything, but that you let me out enough to see the world with clear eyes, see distant heaven, see the immortal life I’ve foolishly sacrificed in the name of your temporary satisfaction. And when I’ve understood what I’ve done, I want to feel the suction of your pretty pink pit, feel the ring of muscle seal me within you, and then feel you soak me up entirely.

I have no sense of perspective. You’ve seduced me body and soul. I’m yours.

The sounds, still your guts surround me. Right back to earth. How raw! How animal! How ugly/beautiful/fascinating/disgusting/gorgeous! I want to kiss you for being so beautiful. I want to touch you, give you every scrap of pleasure you deserve. Think at 1.38 you sigh. Want to hear it again and again.

Inside your gut I would regret not being able to make you come. Would experiment with stroking you from the inside. Guess there’s no magical sense of sensation inside you, guess it might just feel strange, but I want to please you. Know that eventually my submission in your stomach will please you just fine.

You tend not to remember your meals. Would you forget about me once you’d finished with me?

Quiet. Gentle. 1.44 is serene. The storm has passed. Has the pizza given up so easily? Just the steady drawing in of nutrition. Got to build up that body, keep your brain running, maybe give you a misting of new fat to poke when you play with your belly.

Being here inside you, being commanded to be here, listening to an artefact you made that thrills you to share… I feel utterly blessed. Thank you, Raven. I can’t explain how grateful I am.

Hehe. 1.47 a little whine. Even your intestines are cute.

Know it’s just the prey-high talking, but you’re perfect. You’re caring and warm and clever and creative and sexy. I’m so grateful you choose to spend time with me. And you’d eat me, blood, body and soul. Whatever you want of mine is yours. You’re a miracle.

The sound of your body… Breathtaking. I keep almost getting away on some tangent of thought and then a gurgle or groan brings me right back inside you.

It’s amazing to think these sounds are constantly going on to lesser or greater degree just behind your skin. It’s like… knowing that, if I ever met you, I’d feel like I were being gently electrocuted. You feel too perfect to exist.

Random thought, you mentioned getting a clean bill of health from the dentist at one point. I like that ^^ Know you don’t get mouths at all, but in some of my fantasies I picture how yours might look.

Of course, how it might feel to pass through.

This portion of audio is perfect for outro, after prey has been digested.

So serene. From drama up above to gentle flowing contentedness down below. Hah! But then there are a couple of burps right at the end! Hahah! Playful!

Oh God you deserve all the cuddles and kisses and tummy rubs and hair stroking and neck kissing and shoulder massages and basically all the affection while you digest… Actually, whenever you damn well please.

Thank you for sharing this. It’s my favourite thing right now. I love it so much. Thank you.