Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 37: [1.37] Stuffed (Part 3)

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Next on the docket was discerning edible from inedible, and whether she could limit the transfer to only specific things at a time. Angelica took some more of her leftovers and wrapped them in a paper towel, figuring that wouldn’t upset her stomach too much if she was forced to digest it. Originally, she’d planned to consume a still-sealed snackbar, but decided she didn’t want to risk the foil lining. After folding the paper into a nice little package, she shoved the whole thing into her mouth and made it vanish. Okay, move just the food, not the wrapping. Once more, she felt a glob of food pile onto her stomach. On that end, she couldn’t actually tell what had entered her gut, but Second Stomach informed her that the paper towel remained. Now it was time to test the upchuck part of the skill, which she can’t say she was really looking forward to. If it involved her needing to perform similar actions as to actually throwing up, she might very well end up voiding her main stomach right along with it. Fortunately, it wasn’t that involved. After placing two fingers in her mouth, ready to pinch, she mentally made the paper wrapper return from whence it came, pulling it out with no problem. Instinctually, her Demon side told her she didn’t even need to bother with that much effort, so she tried it once more. Paper towel in, paper towel in, paper towel out. It almost felt like she was performing a party trick. Now she could add side-show attraction to her list of potential careers if either artist or powerful Summoner didn’t work out. This time, she held her hand out flat in front of her face expectantly, and the paper towel ejected with a little bit of force before landing softly in her waiting palm. Angelica then unwrapped it to see how it had fared, and frankly, she was amazed. Every scrap of food inside was gone. The paper towel itself wasn’t completely unscathed, a little bit stained from the food, but that had happened before she’d eaten it. There was also a single drop of saliva that had scraped against it during the transfers. Which was likely due to the small size of her human mouth, however, and wouldn’t be a problem in her Imp form because of the much larger jaw. Angelica was pretty confident in the Skill now and her expectations of it, but just to be safe, she wanted to do at least one more test, grabbing two water bottles from a cabinet. Honestly, she had no idea how long they’d been there, since she’d moved in, probably, leftover from her dorm days when she had no water access in her room. To be safe, she should just throw it away due to the plastics the liquid had inevitably eroded over the years, but she hopefully didn’t have to worry about such things now, assuming it qualified as a “tainted item” under Poison Eater’s description. Both bottles went in and down her reality-breaking gullet. She’d thought about changing form to consume them, but they actually fit easily enough when she tried. Compared to the small bites of food, those two bottles definitely took up significantly more space in Second Stomach. She still had quite a bit left, but it was certainly a noticeable difference. Just drink the water from one bottle but not the other. It felt like a water balloon suddenly appeared and popped in her stomach, causing the existing contents to take an unexpected shower. The sudden volume made her belly bulge just a bit, and she had to stifle back the desire to barf up the stew she’d created. Once the nausea settled, she coughed up the empty bottle, now perfectly dry on the inside despite never being opened. Then she removed the remaining one which was thankfully still full, because she really would have burst if she’d drank a double dose. Back down the hatch the full bottle went. It was an item she planned to keep permanently until she either drank it or absolutely needed the space for something else. Never again did she want to be stuck on the verge of death because of an Order or some other crazy situation. Gelic al