Her

by

Bolus

We both climaxed together, I on top of her.  We lay there for a
moment, motionless still pretty stunned by the rush of spasms and
secretions.  I stayed inside her, not moving and not even daring to
breathe.  Finally I pulled out, but I stayed on top of her, enjoying
the laziness of a job well done.  I looked down at her breasts and
imagined being inside her vagina again, wishing I could have been
further inside her, wishing I could stay inside her for the rest of
the night.  
“I know what you’re thinking.”	She said.  “I want you to sleep
inside me too.	I want you to know that it is possible, but maybe not
the way you’d like it.”
“What do you mean?”  I asked her.  
“Just watch.”  
As she said this, her breasts began to grow, larger than their
already impressive size.  So did her stomach, and the rest of her,
the bed around us too.	I realized then, that it was me who was
changing size, she was staying the same, as I shrank, laying first on
top of her, then on her, then finally, I sat in the middle of her
stomach looking up towards the mountains of her breasts above me,
then the chasm of her belly button behind me.  
“I would like to be your host for a journey.  I can envelop you; take
deep you inside me to places few have seen before.  I want you to
start with my vagina.  Go explore it, get a firsthand view of it,
inside and out.”  
Being only an inch and a half tall now, I was in little position to
argue with her.  she was my world now, I could only obey her laws. 
So I walked down to her sex, its smell almost overwhelming to my
size.  I reached the top of her hair and then the opening of her
vagina.  I walked to the edge where it sloped down underneath her and
slid down the still very moist lips till I hit the sheets below.  I
turned around and looked at the sheer size of it.  She opened her
legs wide, causing it to open itself to me, I saw her lips, the
clitoris above my reach now, and then the canal of her sex, now right
in front of me, disappearing into her depths.  I walked to the
opening, and placed my arm in.	The soft ring of flesh gave easily
and seemed accepting of my presence.  
I placed my other arm in and opened the hole a little so I could
stick my face in.  From behind me her hand grabbed onto my legs and
forced me further in.  The soft, warm folds of her canal enveloped me
as the sound of her heartbeat became the extent of my consciousness. 
I went further in, crawling and wriggling up into her until my entire
body was contained by her vagina.  She moaned, and finally I lay
completely surrounded by its soft folds, soaked by its wetness. 
Though there was little air, I could breathe.  I was fascinated by
the sounds and sensations that only moments before I could only
experience vicariously through my penis.  She laughed; I knew this
because her entire body contracted with it.  
“I’m going to borrow your body for a moment or two.”  Her voice
surrounded me, diffusing through her flesh.  
With that, I could feel her fingers grab on to my legs again, and she
began pulling me in and out of her slowly, using me as a human dildo.
 After a minute or two of this she came violently, the walls of her
vagina contracted around me, embracing me with their enthusiasm,
unable to contain myself, I came with her.
She pulled me out and set me on her stomach again.  She looked at me
between her breasts and licked her lips.  
“I have something else for you now.  The rest of your journey.	This
will take you a while.”
“What are you talking about?”  
“Soon you will be within me, deeper than before.  I am going to put
you pretty close to where you are now, just a couple of inches under
my skin.”
“But that s where your… are you going to put me…”
“In my stomach, yes.  I will swallow you whole and alive and pass you
into my stomach, where you will likely spend the rest of the night. 
By tomorrow morning you will have passed into my intestines and will
be winding your way through my abdomen.  You will be completely
unscathed by my digestive juices, and by tomorrow evening I will
probably move you out of my bowels.  You have little choice; I just
wanted you to know I’m not going to digest you.”
With that she picked me up and brought me towards her face, over her
breasts now, and she tilted her head back.  She opened her mouth, me
hovering directly over it.  Then she let go.  The world flew past me
and her mouth grew larger and larger as my perspective to it
diminished.  I passed by her lips and she closed her mouth behind me.
 She pressed me between the roof of her mouth and her tongue and
allowed me enough time to get my bearings before she swallowed.  I
looked up at the cage of her teeth, then down at the back of her
throat as her tongue pressed harder to the roof of her mouth, forcing
me down into her throat.  Her uvula was above me now, and below me my
legs passed into her esophagus, I was at the point of no return, so
far involved in this swallow that neither of us could have stopped my
descent.  The rest of my body passed into her esophagus, and my world
was that for a good while.  A moist, dark tube, not unlike the
confines of her vagina, though less hospita!
ble and comforting.  Muscular contractions kept me moving towards her
stomach which soon opened up underneath me.  I dropped down into her
stomach, and a ring of muscle closed behind me, trapping me inside.
“Ahhh…”  she said, patting her belly.
  Great walls of mucous-coated flesh convulsed and undulated above
me, below me, around me.  One wave caught underneath me and moved me
further down into her stomach, settling me someplace more comfortable
for her.  All around me was the stink of food she had consumed that
night and the remainder of the last few shots we had taken.  
I lay in a pile of mushy half absorbed food, and realized it was the
goal of this organ to do the same to me.  I heard a rushing sound at
the opening to her stomach and water rushed in around me, she was
drinking a glass before passing out.  
She patted her stomach, and whispered “sweet dreams” to me before
rolling over, tossing me and her food around inside her, and falling
asleep naked. 
I lay at the floor of her stomach, being swayed around	by its gently
undulating walls, and waited for the inevitable pain and digestion. 
Instead my skin felt like it was being bathed in club soda, not
completely unpleasant.	I began to realize that she was my world
tonight, and most of tomorrow.	She would go about her business
without a thought to me coursing through her digestive system, at
mercy to her food chain.  Though quite comfortable and warm in the
confines of her stomach, I began to doubt her assurance that she
would not simply digest me and send me on my way to padding her
breasts.  
I began struggling, moving around in her stomach, trying hard to get
a purchase on the slick, living ground.  She rolled over, and I was
again tossed around inside her.  She tossed over again and giggled,
the sound again diffusing through her, and corresponding with a mild
stomach quake.	Just then I slid down to the very bottom of her
stomach as I guess she sat up.	
“Getting feisty are we?”  She patted her stomach.  “Why can’t you be
a good little meal and go to sleep in my belly?  No?  Well let’s play
a little game with each other.	Hold on a minute.” 
The ground began moving rhythmically under me as she padded somewhere
else in her apartment.	Soon after I heard her swallowing something
else, and seconds later a title wave of water gushed out of her
esophagus to join me in her stomach.  She patted her stomach again
and belched, a unique experience from the inside.  
“Now back to bed!”  She giggled again and the water sympathized with
her laughter.  “Time to go swishy swishy.”  With that she began to
undulate her stomach muscles causing me and the water to get tossed
around fairly vigorously.  The water sloshed all around in her
stomach.  “I can hear that out here, there’s a lot of water in my
belly, huh?”  Slosh, slosh.  She giggled again, and began to stroke
her vagina.  Then with more feeling as she continued to slosh me and
the water around inside her.  Soon there was a great vibrating
sensation which I guess was a vibrator also inside her, though in a
much friendlier place than me.	She began moaning and the water began
sloshing along to the grinding of her hips on her dildo.  The next
thing I knew, there was an explosion as she came more violently than
before.  “If you keep me awake, this could go on all night.  Not that
that’s a bad thing, but be a good little snack and go to sleep.  
I must have, because the next thing I knew I woke up being squeezed
by the walls of her stomach towards the opening in the bottom.	Not
good.  I turned around and tried to stand up and head for the opening
to her esophagus, but I couldn’t see it anymore.  I was being forced
into her intestines.  I pushed against the oncoming stomach walls,
but it was no use.  She hiccupped from somewhere above me, the shock
jarring me.  Soon there was no room left in her stomach and I was
pushed up against the ring of muscle that separated stomach from
intestine.  Slowly it relaxed and I was forced through into the small
tube of her duodenum.  I spent the next few hours being battered,
squeezed and disoriented in the labyrinth of her digestive system
until I finally passed out from the stress.
When I next awoke I was under pressure.  All around me were great
amounts of feces which meant I had finally arrived in her large
intestine and that my trip was almost over.  I recalled the visible
man and woman models of intestines which showed that while the small
intestine was a confused mess, the large intestine went up, across,
down and out.  I had no idea which end I was on. 
Movements here were much slower, everything being compacted and
packaged for removal.  Air began to move around me, and made quite a
racket.  She patted her abdomen again.	
“Patience, patience, I don’t have to go yet.  I want to be sure I’m
good and ready to let you out.”  I imagine she heard another gurgle
because this time I felt her moving again.  She walked into the
bathroom and pulled down her pants, concentrating.  Inside, her
efforts began to move me downwards.  I was about to become a bowel
movement.  Soon the passage began to narrow around the mass of feces
I was in, indicating I was now in her anus.  Soon her sphincter
passed over where I was, and I emerged into daylight before dropping
down into the toilet bowl below.  I looked up at the massive, spread
cheeks above me and at the little hole that I had just passed
through, now pinching off the last of her job.	Her ass rose up out
of view, and then her face looked in at me.  A hand in a rubber glove
fished me out.	All I could do was lay there, exhausted and terrified
of my mistress.  “Welcome back.  I had a great time last night.  Lets
get you washed off, huh?”