After a satisfyingly large meal of many tinies, I sit back on My bed, rubbing My belly. I talk to the tinies trapped in My belly, mocking their pathetic attempts at escape and survival. They'll never make it out of My stomach. Their movement is making me feel a little gassy though. I being burping loudly due to the tumbling of the tinies in My belly. After eating so many of them, they're all packed in tight in My stomach acid, but the sloshing just keeps making Me burp. I let out a few big burps and a few small ones, rubbing My belly and sometimes using My hands to squish the tinies by pressing on My tummy. I squish, poke and prod My tummy, mocking the tinies trapped inside Me as I burp.