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benjaminthewolf · 2 years ago

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Radi Lol

HAPPY 8/8 EVERYONE!

Sorry this took so long to post, I had to complete this the day of!

WARNING: INJURY, WOUNDS, BLOOD

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Quite unlike the seemingly magical to an ignorant layperson, yet one hundred percent science-based serums you were known and rather famed to create, this horrific, abandoned, post-nuclear, uninhabitable wasteland attracted very little in the way of duplicitous eyes. This was, of course, mainly due to the fact that whenever someone was interested in learning more about the development of a region after an unfortunate nuclear disaster, the very first region on their list would be either Cernobyl, Hiroshima, or Nagisaki, as they were, naturally, the three most well known. That, in combination with the fact that this particular nuclear region was far, far, far, far, far away from any sort of human settlement to speak of, meant that, ironically, it was quite the perfect candidate for you, in terms of being able to harvest radioactive samples for your serums unimpeded.

“Can’t really get started on a telekinetic tonic without some good ol’ nuclear waste, after all…” you begin to faintly mumble to yourself as you casually stroll your way up to a shiny, silver-y chain-link fence planted in the dirt, surrounding entirely the grassy bounds of the region.

The fence, upon a little cursory examination, had to be at least fifteen feet tall, possessing a sign stating clearly: “KEEP OUT” in bright red uppercase letters, placed upon its height-wise middle. “Guess it's a good thing I managed to finish my anti-radioactivity serum BEFORE I started getting interested in telekinesis…” you mutter to yourself under your breath.

Glancing over to your left and then your right soon afterwards, you were able to see consequently that there were, indeed, more than one of these signs placed across the fence’s hundreds-long feet of protective and barricading length; something which, while it obviously made perfect sense, would ultimately just cause you to let out a snort, one swiftly paired with an excessively raggedly laugh.

“Nice try, at least, but since when has anyone ever discovered something in science by staying within previously established human boundaries? Whether social, physical, or what have you? I’m gonna go scale this fence, and there ain't nothin’ you can do to try and stop me!” you humorously let your voice echo out across the open air, whilst rebelliously reaching up and grasping onto the form of the fence above your head.

Smoothly inserting your left foot into one of the holes made by the namesake chain-links in the fence, you soon after haul up your right foot into another hole on the same level, heaving your body up off of the mutated grass comprising the ground you were standing on as a result. The adventurer-sized, sturdy, lightweight backpack lying over the both of your shoulders bobs its way up and down for a moment from the forces fighting viciously all around it, before it once again stabilizes into stillness. You take a brief second to prepare yourself with a rather hefty, motivating sigh after this; before, consequently, beginning your upward ascent.

Consistently maneuvering your arms and your legs up and over where they’d previously been with each second gone by to your climb, the limbs naturally carrying the body that they were attached to up higher along with them, it would hardly be any time from your perspective at all, before you had reached the very top.

Releasing forth a deep breath within a newfound rising sense of victoriousness, you are resultantly just about ready to either safely climb your way back down upon the other side of the metal barrier, or, far more riskilly yet equally far more epically, leap your way off with great force, and stick a dramatic landing on the ground with a pose.

Maintaining your balance at the top with your right hand, whilst thoughtfully placing a couple fingers of the other underneath your newly downwards-pointing chin, that which was attached onto your low-angled, thoughtful, pondering face, you proceed to stare blankly towards the floor, mentally sorting your way through all of the possible pros and cons of both of the options laden before you. Just as one with such a scientific mind like yourself was naturally predisposed to do.

This would continue to be the case for quite some time, until eventually, after approximately three minutes in this state, you are forced to concede to your decision with a considerably sunken face as well as a head shake. As much as you wished you could stick a dramatic landing without injury, the fact of the matter was, that even just attempting something of that nature could immediately sabotage your mission, and your mission was far more important to you than looking cool would ever be.

Thus, you begin to prepare to climb down, beginning with a firm, decisive nod that this was, indeed, what you had chosen to do. Only to immediately become lurched into a nerve-frying state of utter shock, upon maneuvering your face and gaze up, back to forwards.

There now appeared to be a man standing near one side of a brick building, with a spray paint can in his right hand. The man in question had skin and hair the color of pure white, and wore a black hoodie with a neon green rim, which had a cape-esque flappy bit hanging downwards across the length of his legs past his hips. His shoes were of the same color palette. His pants were all black, and under his hoodie he had a gray shirt with a blue stripe going down the middle. Over his right eye was a purple scar. As for the eyes themselves, the organs’ light blue scleras would continue to narrow even further from the gradual lowering of his eyelids whilst his neon green irises bore deeper and deeper into your own with every single passing second that they were locked into contact with each other.

It was at that moment that you realized, that if you even dared make a movement placing you onto the fencce’s other side, whoever this man staring at you was, he was bound to get you in trouble. Whether by his own hands or the hands of the police, you had no idea. In either case, though, the result would become utterly devastating to your plans of collecting nuclear samples for your serums, and you were just not in a position at all to take that risk.

The man on the other side of the fence proceeded to give his can of spray paint a little shake, before a great, light blue cloud of dense mist was suddenly released onto the wall, and atop a nearly finished work of graffiti. Due to the fact that your eyes had been unshakably fixated on his being for the entirety of the past few minutes, you weren’t exactly able to notice said graffiti until now. Once you finally did, however, you were practically instantly jolted with a quintillion more questions than answers. Those were simplified icons of Boyfriend and Girlfriend he was spray painting, and this most likely meant that he was either an avid follower of the two, or, closely connected to them in some way. If that later option was the case, then, there was now suddenly a very real possibility that Daddy Dearest could get involved if you dared overstep these fence-denoted boundaries.

It therefore nearly came as an act of instinctive preservation, when your right hand maneuvered itself slightly lower so you may climb your way back down the chain-link fence, and into an assurance of safety as a result.

And yet, it was right there and then that an instantaneous shot of purified, jittering fear viciously jerked itself down from your brain and flooded itself all throughout your spinal cord’s form, reaching its way into nerves of all four of your limbs, and causing you to lose your grip a second later.

What subsequently happened after that was naturally wholly indiscernible to you, as you plummeted your way through the air. The one, singular thing you could still take note of before the inevitable collision with the ground was the sense of the spacial descent in and of itself, racing all the way into storage of innate and subconscious sensory memories whilst the consciousness of your falling being, rushing through a seconds-long moment far too quick to react to in proper, stilled itself to calmness from its ignorance, causing hardly a blip of emotional pain as the color was drained from both eyes.

****

“HEY!” a voice from somewhere cries in extremely aggravated vigor, “HEY, COME ON! GET UP!”.

You are inexplicably able to sense a considerable push up against your back and spine, tilting your body slightly forwards, only for it to fall back down to where it was soon after. It was simply moments after this motion that you were able to comprehend the fact that you were laying on your side upon the ground. Flinging your eyes open less than a second after this realization, your brain is resultantly flashed with all the colors, and shapes, and all else possessed onto the far closer-up form of the exact same man who had previously been deterring you from entry.

“Oh…thank fuck, you’re alive…” he heaves out in great relief with a sigh. “Hey, hey, hey! Stay down! Stay down! You’re just gonna hurt yourself further!”

A searing, sharp pain in both your ankles had immediately shot its way through your nerves the mere instant you attempted to put weight on said joints, therefore causing you to collapse all the way back down to the ground, this time onto your front, cueing Radi to begin talking once more.

“...ok look…you’ve almost certainly got a bunch of questions right now, so lemme just tell you…you lost your balance while trying to climb back down the fence……..in a really…clumsy manner, albeit…and then you landed on the ground head first, which is why it's…kinda bleeding right now.”

Seemingly as if it was purely the words of the man before you that had caused this to become reality, you were almost immediately able to feel a blunted, nauseating ache within the volume of your entire head, causing your face to scrunch up tightly in agony, as a high-pitched trill of accented whimpering was simultaneously released from your throat.

“...your…uh…you’ve also got a huge bruise on your knee…umm…your left one…and…there’s a great scrape wound on your hand on the same side.”

Laying your head all the way down to the floor, with your chin placed upon the grass and dirt, so that it would no longer be burdened with the task of pushing upwards and against the force of gravity, you were soon thereafter able to take in a few much-needed deep breaths, although at a far rapid, quivering pace than normal, before at last you had accumulated enough oxygen to where your body could once again speak.

“...are…are you gonna call the police?”

Radi blinks at you in perplexity whilst considerably narrowing his eyes. “THAT’S what you’re most concerned about right now?”

“...jail time, and or fines, would affect my life more severely, and for far longer, than these wounds and injuries ever will…”

In response, Radi only rolls his eyes with a shrug. “...okay, fair enough. No, I’m not going to call the police. Mainly because you technically didn’t actually trespass because you didn’t really go over the fence, but also because you immediately got the hint when I told you you couldn’t go any further, and then you were trying to climb down because of that, so I can’t really be too mad at you anyway.”

As you weren’t exactly able to nod your head for the current moment, you instead responded in affirmation of your understanding with a rather weak, and non-raised-off-the-ground thumbs-up, paired with a very short, graggy, affirming grunt originating from the back of your throat.

Seconds later, you opened up your mouth just a little in preparation to ask if he was going to call Daddy Dearest instead, only to immediately shut your mouth and zip it tight upon giving that idea just the slightest amount of internal scrutiny.

“...I’m still going to have to call 911, though, for an ambulance.” Radi suddenly speaks back up, naturally drawing your attention back towards him.

“...but…” you soon weakly attempted to reply, causing Radi’s eyes to dart downwards towards your form. “...the nearest hints of human civilization to here are farm towns without any real hospitals to speak of…it would take hours for an ambulance from a city to get here…”

Radi consequently gives a soft “Hmm” in response, placing his index finger and thumb under his chin and narrowing his eyes in consideration.

“...that is true…so…maybe we could request a helicopter?”

Blankly staring back at the man, you would take a couple blinks whilst holding the gaze, causing Radi to progressively become slightly unnerved.

“...ehhhhh…so much for getting a bigger apartment…” you despondently think to yourself in your head. “...............WAIT A SECOND!”

“...I…think I have a better solution…” you finally perk up to Radi after over a minute of uncomfortable silence.

Radi immediately takes in a breath and raises up a finger, only for him to awkwardly lower it down rather slowly and close his mouth as realization gradually sinks into his face.

“okayyyyyyy...then…what is it?” he simply asks after a while.

“...if you can get my backpack off my shoulders…you should be able to see some stuff in there that can help…” you respond whilst mentally sighing from considerable relief.

“Well, okay, but you’re gonna have to like, put your arms to your sides so I can slip the loops off your shoulders and through your arms.”

Swiftly doing as you had been told just about as fast as you could physically manage in your state, Radi hastily maneuvers the backpack off your body, before soon setting both it, as well as himself cautiously onto the floor.

Sitting criss-crossed on the grass as he heaves the form of the backpack into his lap, Radi proceeds to unzip the zipper leading into the largest pocket, so he may inspect all the contents within. And that was when a purified glare of sheer confusion promptly settled itself onto his face as he placed three objects onto the floor.

“Uh…well all I see in here are two thermoses, and…a miniature ray gun?”

“Ah, yes! Just what I need! Here, bring them over to me!”

To this, Radi only glances up at you, as his previously confused gaze progressively morphs into that of a rather blank state, as he steadily reaches into his pocket, until at last, he pulls out his phone.

“IT’S NOT A RAY GUN!” you urgently shriek out in utterly undistilled panic. “IT’S A SHRINKING DEVICE! SEE?” and then, just like that, forcefully ignoring your body’s current, compounding, sharpened agony, you swooped over with your right arm in towards Radi, switched the device on, pointed it towards yourself, and finally, activated its power. For you, the process caused your whole world to flash white momentarily, before you instinctively gave a few coughs, and after a minute of mental and physical reorientation, managed to glance forth at the grasses once beneath you, confirming as such that it had worked.

“...see?”

Radi remains purely silent for quite some time, before finally shaking his head.

“Okay, okay, okay, …I’m sorry I over-reacted like that.”

“...oh it's fine! I get that you gotta be careful, especially around people you don’t know very well, but..uh..” your voice trails off for a couple seconds as you glance over at the shrinking device which is now twice as big as your mouse-sized body, and eventually lay yourself back down on the ground on your side. “I…actually need to get back to normal size for right now, because I gotta drink out of one of those thermoses.”

Radi swiftly nods whilst reaching over and bending down towards the shrinking device. “So…what’s actually in those thermoses, anyway?”

“Well…” you quickly begin your explanation as Radi picks up the device. “In that red thermos is an anti-radioactivity serum! I was gonna drink it as soon as I got to the fence, but I was a lot more tired than expected when I finally reached it, and you can’t really drink it when you’ve got a lot of lactic acid in your body, and I didn’t want to lay down there for too long, ‘cause…ya know, I had work to do! So I just decided to start climbing the fence instead!”

Radi glances at you as if he’s going to say something, but once again, ultimately decides to refrain.

“In the blue thermos…” you eventually resume your explaining, once you’re sure Radi is paying attention again,“We have a special substance called ‘Miracle Milk’! It’s basically supposed to heal injuries, everything from external ones like scrapes to internal ones like bruises! It works by supercharging the body’s ability to accurately replicate cells by…well I don’t know the exact number, but you get the point, it’s a lot! And it affects both the person drinking it and anyone else submerged in it, and…………..” It was right then and there that you realized that you had said far too much far too early. “...you’ve probably already figured out where I was going with this, haven’t you?”

Radi is completely stilled in an instant, as are you muted soon thereafter. You manage to let out an awkward chuckle sometime after the first minute of, by now, entirely familiar awkward silence, right before Radi’s eyes are narrowed slightly. Not in a manner of rage or mistrust, as you had initially presumed, however, but rather, consideration. Your own gaze soon begins to soften from one of apprehensive discomfort, to that of slight curiosity, as to what exactly was going on inside the head of the deeply thinking man, as Radi only continues to do so in confined privacy, only to let his thoughts be known to the world upon him choosing to do so on his own.

Ultimately, then, Radi simply lets out an amiable giggle with an eye roll to lighten the air, before finally speaking up yet again.

“...well…I guess you’re rather lucky that I’m far more open-minded than a lot of people first think. …which is…mainly because I tend to be really aggressive around people I don’t know really well, but, in any case, I don’t really think it would be of any help right now to ask further questions about why you want to do it this way, so…” Radi temporarily pauses his talking as he pulls the shrinking device trigger and prompty offers you the red thermos. “...I guess you’re also rather lucky you’ve got an anti-radioactivity serum on you, or else I would’ve said no, no matter what!”

Though you are, naturally, initially quite bewildered by this response, you are swiftly able to come to your senses after a moment of letting reality settle in, giving your head a quick, expeditious shake, before finally, taking a hold of the thermos with a grin. Radi thus forms a grin back in response, before setting down the shrinking device for the time being, and picking up the blue thermos with the Miracle Milk. Now, all that was left for you to do was unscrew both of the lids, and chug all the contents on down.

The both of you then proceed to attempt to unscrew the lids in an, at the very least, somewhat synchronous manner, your own ability to do so being rather impaired due to the fact that you were still on your side on the ground. Nonetheless, it is eventually accomplished with little issue, leading up to the two of you casually and preemptively clanking your drinks together, in a restrained, yet still powerful manner. Then at last, with nothing else left to do, you finally begin the long chug side-by-side.

For you, again, because you were still laying on your side on the ground, plus the fact that with each second that went by, you were progressive depriving your red blood cells of needed oxygen, this action was far more difficult to pull off than you had thought it would be at first. Regardless, the chug could not really last any longer than a minute, since there wasn’t really that much liquid to chug to begin with, meaning it was still certainly far from impossible.

As you gasp out and sputter for precious air the single millisecond you had finished with your drink, Radi wisely decides to not try and converse with you, instead reaching back over for the shrinking device, waiting a minute for you to catch your breath, and at last, upon you giving him a thumbs-up of confirmation, pulling its trigger once more.

It isn’t very long after this that Radi takes a single step towards you, slowly bends down on his knees, cautiously scoops you up by cupping his hands, bringing them in closer together towards your shrunken body slowly and cautiously, and finally, in getting back onto his feet, hauls you on up into the air.

Now that he was certain that you had fully regained your capacity to speak, mainly based on the fact you weren’t panting anymore, Radi forms a warm, calm smile on his face, bringing you closer in as he does, your body now laying on its back upon his two palms, before speaking up at long last in order to ask if you were ready to commence the final step.

“Ya sure you’re ready for this? ‘Cause you’re still bleeding pretty bad, so you gotta get down there as soon as you can, y’know.” his voice subtly quivers as he speaks, with a noticeable undertone of concern.

“I am most certainly!” you reply with a short and simple affirmation, therefore prompting Radi to bring his cupped hands in even closer towards his relatively gigantic face.

“Alright then, I’m ready too.” he confirms his mutual preparedness to you. “I’m just gonna say upfront though, that I’m probably going to have a difficult time swallowing, since ya know, I’m not really used to tasting blood in any sort of overwhelming capacity.” he sheepishly issues a warning with a slightly sunken look in his eyes. “But! that doesn’t mean I won’t try my best!”

And thus, not wanting to drag out the time you went without treatment any further, Radi hastily stretches open his maw.

The very first thing you took note of was the area’s colors. Radi’s tongue was pigmented a bright, luminous green, the saliva accumulating from the salivary glands along the surface of the muscle resulting in it gaining a rather shiny and glossy appearance, to the point where it nearly seemed, to you, to glow. In practically complete and total contrast, however, the rest of his maw, including the cheeks, gums, soft palette, hard palette, and even the uvula, were a quite comparatively dull, opaque dark gray, perhaps even crossing into the territory of being “light black,” instead. Whatever the nature of the colors were, though, they were undoubtedly destined to become brutally splotched with patches of dark red very soon, as the tongue began to extend forth from the mouth of the giant man, sliding its way outwards and towards the cupped forms of his hands where you lay, still and ready.

Soon enough, you were able to feel the muscle slipping underneath you, against the firm support of the hands, attempting to maneuver your body from its tip into its middle as it wriggled about with great caution. This, of course, was to ensure that Radi could easily bring you back into the squishy chamber without any risk of you succumbing to gravity for a second time. Once the far larger man was sufficiently confident that he would be able to retract his tongue without dropping you, then, he began to cautiously lift the muscle into the air, keeping his hands up and at the ready just in case, as you were slowly navigated through his outwardly white lips and over his teeth, inching its way, with you as its passenger, deeper and deeper into the naturally warm, slickened region of his maw.

At last, then, when you on your back could no longer see the slim width of his incisors, nor the glistening tips of his fanged canines, you could feel the tongue beginning to settle into its natural position inside Radi’s maw, just past the forms of the bones. Now, it was possible for the man on the outside to gently close up his maw, and to this task, he finished relatively quickly, bringing the dark gray inner portion of his lips close together, and causing his cheeks to bulge slightly convexly in towards the middle of the maw, before any sort of view onto said muscles at all were promptly blocked off with a painstakingly slow sealing of the jaws.

Radi knew, however, that he couldn’t just let his hard palette lower downwards and stay that way, lest your already very wounded head run the risk of being injured even further; weather by an extremely forceful bonk onto the mucus-membrane covered bone plate, by a rugged, bumpy scraping against the rough ridges at the front of the palette, or by any other means, and thus, swiftly raised up the region just as far as it would go with sealed lips.

This action would naturally cause the soft palate to rise up alongside its hard counterpart, bringing the uvula up into its hanging position, and slightly exposing Radi’s throat as a result, though the area was still mostly covered by the base of the tongue. Nonetheless, the swaying, dampened, bodily chamber’s decorative ornament that was the plump, dangling, squishy uvula immediately captured your attention once it appeared, causing you, in spite of your sore, bleeding head, to momentarily pool all of your energy towards attempting to sit up on the tongue. Not to stay in that position for any significant length of time, but to transition your body into laying down onto its front, so you would be able to keep your head down and comfortable upon the surface of the smoothened, pillowy muscle, whilst still possessing a front-row view of the organ as you now, calmly and silently, waited for Radi to make the next move.

Radi on the outside, however, was currently, and most devastatingly, silently, grappling with the unavoidable fact that he was, for the time being, completely unable to move his tongue. He had recognized immediately after he had opened up his maw that if he guided your form onto his tongue gradually and leisurely, rather than all at once, it would be far, far easier for his taste buds to be able to tolerate the blood. Though this had largely been proven to be true as he had managed to bring you onto the muscle and into his maw in the past few minutes, the metallic, sharpened tang being sprawled across the thing’s entire surface still wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling.

During the time frame where he had needed to be extra cautious in order to not drop you when retracting his tongue back into his maw, then, he had practically no other choice but to force himself to repress the horrid taste that he was sensing, in order to ensure, to the very best of his ability, your complete and total safety at that time. Now that said time frame was finished, however, all of that aforementioned repression had been essentially lifted all at once, and this meant that, for now, Radi would just simply have to stay still, as his brain scrambled about in jittering revolution, in order to process, and accustom itself to the flavor. For you on the inside, this meant that Radi was unable to raise up his tongue in order to direct you towards the entrance to his throat, therefore delaying your submersion into the healing liquid of the Miracle Milk in his stomach; something which you knew could not go on for much longer.

As such, with Radi not moving you to the back of his maw by himself, and with you being unable to know why, you were resultantly forced to take matters into your own hands, before it was already too late. That was when you realized that doing so would actually be relatively easy, considering that you were now laying on your front.

As poor Radi’s brain was still unequivocally preoccupied with the horrifically wretched flavor of your blood, it did not, per say, possess any remaining power at all to sense your labored, yet steady crawling towards the back of its owner’s bright green tongue, where you, on the slow, yet continual journey, would ultimately need to find a way to make him swallow, soon after your eventual arrival.

Inching your way forth, along towards the hypopharynx which would lead you cleanly into the upper esophageal sphincter, you are only able to remain transfixed, with your gaze locked upon the back wall of the orthopharynx behind the swaying, bulbous, wonderful uvula, as your body at last approaches the root of the tongue. Now that you were able to stare directly down into the laryngopharynx, Radi’s heated breath begins brushing its way past your face in a quite steady yet unusually shaky manner, which was ultimately the very first clue you had gotten which would alert you to the fact that something was very much not right with the man which you were currently within. Therefore, whatever you were going to do next, it could not put you at risk of falling down the wrong tube, as that would only put the both of you in a position of grave danger. Thus, you began to examine your options in a state of rational, deep set consideration, in order to decide which one would be the best for you both.

As you were amidst this focus-requiring, thoughtful process, however, it would finally become the case for Radi that his brain had been able to reset itself back to its prior state of functional normalcy, and had somehow desensitized his taste buds to the sharp and metallic prior agony of your blood just as well. For but a singular millisecond after he had realized this, Radi’s immediate bodily instinct was to inhale with a sigh, so he may release it along with his past stress, only for his own rationality to instantly halt him in his tracks a second later, causing a bout of mental whiplash which forced the man to step back, and, in the end, place said rationality front and center in his brain for the moment.

Due to this mental prioritization, then, Radi was soon able to figure out that you were no longer at the middle of his tongue, but rather, towards its slightly downwards sloping back, and very base. That was when he realized, in an only mildly dulled mental jolt, just how much time had most likely passed between his brain tapping out of reality, and now. And so, knowing that you, simply put, just could not wait another second, Radi at last managed to swallow.

You on the inside, meanwhile, still locked in deep thought about what your next action should be, were suddenly able to hear the resulting damp, squishy, great echoing resulting from Radi’s initial swallow, as your body was swiftly squelched downwards and into the very start of the esophagus. There would proceed to be yet another soft gulp and squeezing motion. And then, you finally processed what was happening in full.

The very first thing Radi does, now that you are out of his maw, is take in and release that deep sigh that he had wanted to do a minute earlier, letting all of his negative emotions flow outwards and from his frizzled nerves. The second thing he does is give a couple of hefty, throat-clearing coughs, from the fact that your shoes had been touching the epiglottis for a second back before the second swallow was complete. Finally, then, Radi promptly places his hand upon the slight bulge you are making in his throat, as you are squelched further down towards his stomach. As he does this, he simultaneously turns himself around to face the fence you had climbed up merely less than an hour before now. Swiftly shaking his head in order to acknowledge just how strange this situation really was, Radi could feel the small bulge disappearing as you were finally guided via peristalsis past his collarbone. Soon after this, the larger man at last decided that he wanted to sit down against the fence. He therefore takes a few slow and wobbly steps towards its chain link wiring, before turning his body around, and carefully lowering himself onto the grass. At last, Radi found himself letting out one more heavy sigh, before he placed one of his hands over his middle.

You, now deep inside Radi’s esophagus, are still being uniformly pushed down by the constant, involuntary movements of peristalsis that the organ, whether dark gray or not, was indeed famed and beloved for, entering into the region crossing through with the chest mere seconds after Radi’s heartbeat at last became audible to you. Squelching your way down and past said thumping, vital, powerful organ, you are also soon able to detect the definitively far less shaky reverberations of the man’s much calmer and slower deep breathing, heaving their way in and out of his lungs whilst you pass.

Finally, however, you were able to recognize with reasonable certainty that it was time at long last for you to gradually become healed of all of the wounds you had sustained from your dastardly fall. Ambient gurgling and growling only continues to echo all around you as you are finally delivered down into the natural, dark gray, bodily valve that was Radi’s lower esophageal sphincter. The moment your head was squelched through the powerful muscles, the remainder of your body rather quickly followed suit moments after. And then, at long, long, last, after numerous setbacks and hardships, the specially concocted Miracle Milk which had been sloshing around in Radi’s stomach had finally received its miniature patient within its miniature waves.

The walls of Radi’s slick, squishy, shifting stomach possessed a bright silver sheen and shiny surface, partially due to said color of the muscles comprising the organ, and partially due to the slimy coat of mucosa lightly doused all across its surface area. The Miracle Milk, meanwhile, mixed up with the harmless liquids present inside, produced a mainly clear and watery mixture with a diluted white-ish tint to it, that which leisurely swished its way around the rumbling chamber as it continued to move about deep within Radi’s body.

Calmly and silently wading over towards from the midst of that same liquid pool, in order to squish yourself into the churning walls, Radi on the outside is finally able to confirm your presence inside his guts with near certainty, and is therefore reasonably confident that he can speak up, now that the both of you were finally settled.

“So…is the Miracle Milk taking effect?” he casually asks you down below whilst giving a gentle couple of pats over his middle.

To this, you could only let out a pleased sigh, as now that your lower half was fully submerged inside of the marvelously effective healing concoction, the entirety of your body’s immune system was being rapidly kicked into overdrive, delivering nutrients and resources to the wounds and injuries all across the length of your body, rather than only its lower half.

“...of course!” you eventually verbally confirm to Radi above. “It’s working just as intended, as all my experiments have shown!”

Radi on the outside cannot help but give a friendly chuckle and eye roll upon you subtly sneaking in a slight flex of your scientific prowess into a confirmation that you were okay. He wasn’t, of course, planning to bring that observation up, though, and this was just simply because he honestly felt zero reason to do so. The two of you had managed to complete the task of starting the process of your healing together. And now, all that either of you could do was unwind your respective minds and bodies, and merely let it happen on its own.

Thus, Radi would eventually take in a great bout of air into his lungs, but this time, not to let it out as a relieving sigh or sputtering cough. Rather, as an extremely fatigued, drawn-out yawn. One which would only lead on to him calmly and tranquilly lower downwards his eyelids soon after. Radi had absolutely no idea if he was going to fall asleep, and if so, for how long, but for the moment, absolutely none of that mattered to him at all. Indeed, all that did matter to him was that you were wholly safe at long last. Whatever was going to happen from here, Radi was able to rest, fully calm and fully motionless, knowing that this fact would continue to be true no matter what was going to happen around him.

Back on the inside of Radi’s grumbling and churning spacious stomach, you, too, begin to simultaneously, yet independently develop a similar notion of relaxation after all you and Radi had been put through in just the past hour alone. It was only to be expected, then, that very soon after this thought, your tediously working, rapidly healing, bleeding body began to grow droopy and weary. Surrounded in full by a cushiony chamber of blanketing warmth functioning tirelessly to heal your wounded body as this happened, you would soon find yourself closing your eyes, just as Radi had done a minute prior, something which you did not protest to at all.

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