While the
TV was playing, Vanessa became vaguely aware of some odd feelings in her
stomach. It crunched a little, and then relaxed. She decided probably the spicy
food she ate earlier, and wasn’t too worried; this wasn’t the first time this
had happened.
During an
ad break, she took some antacid tablets with a glass of water. They would help mulch
up everything currently inside her stomach, and flush out any small irritants.
It had a side effect of making turd bulky, though, but that was a small price
to pay for not being woken up in the night by stomach pain. She knew she was
due for a mega dump in the morning, though, and it wouldn’t be very nice.
Once she
had settled back in the living room and her TV show returned, she felt the
tablets immediately turn the crunching feeling into soothing flutters, as tiny
bubbles fizzed in her insides as the tablet worked its magic. It was the
tablet’s job to give her stomach acid extra kick to eat up its contents and reduce
everything to bubbly liquid. Sighing with relief, she stretched back on the
sofa, and relaxed again.
---
You had
been stuck in a firm hunk of chewed up food for about an hour, before it was
melted down by stomach acid, and you could wriggle free. It was dank and very
humid inside Vanessa’s gargantuan belly, which had been churning and grumbling the
whole time. Her stomach had to be the size of a big living room.
Something
dropped from above and splashed into the stomach juices. It sounded like
liquid, with clumps. Immediately it began to fizz and turn the waters to soda.
Before long there was a sticky, soap-like foam coating everything, including
you. You desperately wiped it off your face, but not before inhaling some, and
it tasted like sugarless toothpaste. Then, your body began to naturally absorb it.
At first you
didn’t feel a change. But then a bubbling feeling spread all over. And to your
surprise, your body began to literally turn into bubbles. Whatever you had absorbed
rapidly munched up your tiny body, softening you and reducing you to fizz, making
you into a tiny cloud of fluffy bubbles, which quickly spread around and
lightly coated the surface of Vanessa’s broiling stomach juices, like a small
layer of bubble bath suds. Fortunately, you were slippery like oil, preventing
you from mixing into the stomach juices and being dissolved entirely.
You had no
body parts anymore, but still had your five senses. Without limbs, you were
completely subject to the sea of stomach juices as it whisked and stirred you
about.
As you
bubbled away happily, you were lapped up by her juicy currents and tossed around
inside her stomach wall. Then picked up by another wave and pounded into her
stomach lining again. The constant push and pull of her brewing juices scrubbed
you about. All this dizzying churning went on for forty minutes, and the whole
time you were giving Vanessa’s aching stomach an internal soapy ‘car wash’. As
your fluffy body lapped at her agitated insides, the bad-tempered sea seemed to
cool down.
Now all the
food had been broken down into bilious sludge, with some food chunks floating
around, as well as you, in the thick of it. The contents of her stomach had
been reduced to a bubbly foamy sea. It was time for everything to evacuate to
the next part of her plumbing. The bottom of Vanessa’s stomach opened up and
juices began to funnel out. The liquids rotated quickly into a whirlpool. You
were a bubbly sheet floating on the surface, and found yourself being whisked
around in the vortex as the surface level inched down toward the exit.
You were
tossed around faster and faster, as each revolution got increasingly narrow,
bending ever closer to the exit. At the bottom, as soon as you hit exactly on
the exit sphincter, you were yanked in and stuffed through. The sphincter exit
sucked you like a straw. Since the sphincter was so small, your soapy body
spaghettified into a long strand that was eagerly slurped down.
All sense
of direction vanished; you shot around a rubbery U-bend before being squirted
back into a backed up mass of digestive juice. This was the start of Vanessa’s
small intestine, and ahead, a segment had contracted to prevent further
movement so some more digestion could happen. At every turn, her lower insides
were going to clamp up and make your journey as long as tiring as possible. It
had only been about one hour in a 44 hour period, and your body still had to be
whipped into shape some more before you could be let out.
---
During late
night programming. Kayla’s mom shifted to one side on the sofa, stretching.
This probably stirred something in her abdomen.
She got up
and went into the bedroom, changing into a night slip, brushing her teeth, and going
to bed. Her husband was already in bed. He shifted as she slipped the covers
on, turning her back to him. After a minute he rolled over and swept his arm
across her.
He rubbed
her stomach seductively, and when she didn’t complain, he cupped her breast. He
needed big hands for this, and luckily, had them. She groaned with interest,
but didn’t respond.
“We can’t,
Gary,” she murmured.
“Sure?” he
said, a little deflated. “Kayla’s out of the house.”
“They came
by earlier to drop her off.”
“Oh. Well,
I bet she’s asleep now.”
“It’s not
her. Sometimes the spicy food doesn’t mix well. I swallowed a little
helper-outer, and pretty soon, well, something’s got to give.”
“Vanessa,”
he said, losing interest. “Say no more.”
They
spooned for a while before drifting off to sleep.
---
Now you had
basically been reduced to a tiny thinking patch of soapy water caught in the
depths of Vanessa’s lower belly, and she had no idea you were there. She could
only trace your location by some faint gurgles as you very slowly made your way
around inside her stupendous-sized abdomen. And she had happily put you there,
blissfully unaware of your silent, miniscule struggles against her domineering
anatomy.
You must
have spent an entire day in her small intestine, but it felt like a week. It
was uneventful, flowing through her intestine at dreamy snail-pace. Every so
often, her intestinal tract injected chemicals into your body to try and leech
out your nutrients and greedily absorb part of you. Her body was literally trying
to feed on your proteins and substance, but it couldn’t reduce you any further
because of how durable you were. However, it did slowly dehydrate you, as each
pint of fluid was sucked up by her intestines, your foamy body became thicker
and stickier, like a tiny sticky thread submerged in a puddle of her steaming
bile.
At the end
of the small intestine, your soapy residue were thoroughly dehydrated into a
thick wad of sticky matter. Still, the route wasn’t over. As you came to the
small sphincter into the large intestine, you steeled yourself for the next
part. By this point you had completely lost the sense of time, and just wanted
to finish the whole ordeal. You felt like you’d been a prisoner in her belly
for weeks.
The end of
the small intestine tapered into a small muscular ring, so small that it would
be like trying to force your head through gap in your own closed fist. But the
current was flowing indelibly towards it and either way, you were bound to get
sucked through.
Catching
and dragging you along, the current of digestive juices got strained through
the intestinal sphincter, and pulled you along besides. For one instant, you
were pressed up against the tight knot. When it flexed, you got caught and in a
heartbeat, it swallowed your head through its pinprick diameter. You were so
well lubed, you squished through easily, and emerged into Kayla’s mom’s bowel.
Now you had been strained into a small piece of string so thin, you could have
fit through the eye of a needle.
Swampy
fumes filled the next segment of the tunnel, and you nearly choked. You
struggled needlessly against the pull of the current driving deeper on through dizzying
passages and bends, before hitting the next bottleneck, and being forced to
wait, battling mind-numbing odor.
Every so
often the gas clouds built up in such volume, they began to roll through the
intestine, thundering over you. More than a couple of times the gaseous
pressure and odor combined made you faint, only to wake up a little further
down the tunnel. Feeling pathetic, you wondered what Courtney would think if
she learned you had been squeezed like an orange through a fruit juicer,
through the mammoth belly of this sexy, big-breasted MILF.
*
It had been
a day, and now you were ready to be reborn back into the world in a new form.
Kayla’s mom’s bowel had cooked up a spicy giga turd, and you were headed
straight for it.
As you made
it past the last bend in her intestines, it waited for you just short of her
rectum. With no way to stop yourself, the flow of colon juices sent you
penetrating into the wall of soft turd until just your head stuck out.
This was
lethal because once the turd was out, you would have mere seconds to escape
before Vanessa sent you washing down the central plumbing system and into the waste
collect.
In a
desperate fury, you began wriggling and thrashing around inside the gross bowel
hotdog, and little by little, inching your way out. You were as thin as a hair,
and pitifully weak. At the same time, your turd prison got denser, as it
formed, like hardening clay, slowly squeezing you all around. The stickiness
and pressure caused you to stretch even thinner, and by the time you squished
out of the turd, and were released back into the watery bowel. This was even
worse than being Courtney’s tampon. At least she appreciated the work you did
for her, soaking up her wastes. If Vanessa ever saw you like this she’d want to
stamp you under her shoe. If you got out of her alive you needed to hide
immediately.
It was
evening. By now, Kayla’s mom felt an urge to use the bathroom. Since she was in
the car, and home was still five minutes away, she held on. Her bowel squeezed
up, and the turd backed up, crashing onto you. You were again swallowed up
beneath its fat weight, and squished against the bowel wall. In agony, you were
pinned beneath it, pressed so flat you felt like you were being tattooed to the
surface of the turd. Every time you fought to get a breath, the fumes choked
you up.
After
several harrowing minutes, Kayla’s mom arrived home and finally got to the
bathroom. She was not the only one to feel relief; as the tremendous, dense
weight rolled off you, you were able to catch a breath, even if was thick with
the fumes of ass. It was incredible you hadn’t been etched onto the turd.
Before you
could figure out what to do next, the bowel contracted and you were expelled
from her anus on the trail of a powerful surge of gas, that warmed you up like
an oven.
You tucked
your head in, managing to swing around, and slap against the inside toilet
bowl, and stick there. Clawing up, you made it up under the toilet lid, acutely
aware of the enormous ass bearing down on the seat just over you. Her ass was a
pair of the beefiest hamburger buns you had ever seen, It was infuriating that
even after your ordeal, her ass was as unapologetically sexy as ever.
Her voluptuous
ass eclipsed the entire toilet seat trapping you inside. A thick stream of pee fell
into the toilet. It was so close it warmed the air and almost hit your head,
and made you gag.
She then shifted
and part of the stream hit the seat, sprinkling by accident at you. You were terrified it would wash you off into
the bowl, and clung on tight. The turd had made you so thin that even the force
of her pee would have hurt like a slap.
Finally it
ended, and her colossal ass lifted, letting light in.
A torrent
of cold water gushed around as the toilet flushed, and Kayla’s mom left. Using
the last of your strength you worked to pull yourself up over the toilet seat,
which was still warm, and slide down onto the floor. The toilet door was shut;
you raced over and quickly squeezed your thin body under the gap before you
reformed. Anywhere was better than the toilet.
A hallway
stretched beyond. You traced one wall, keeping clear of the passage, since you
didn’t want to get stood on and stuck to someone’s foot.
At one
point you again heard Kayla’s dad call out – Vanessa. Somehow you couldn’t
quite associate the labyrinth of internal workings you had been flushed with
the name ‘Vanessa’. It was like calling an amusement park ‘Jessica’, or a car
‘Christine’. You wondered if you would ever get the opportunity to tell her your name.
It was
still lit outside, but the air was starting to cool. The evening was growing,
but you had no idea what day it was, or how long since you were at Courtney’s
house.
After a
long hike down the hallway, you passed a bedroom; the door ajar showing a
sliver of light. For a second it looked like the light flickered, like
something passed by.
You
automatically yelled out:
“Hey!
Someone there?”
It was
foolish to expect a response; you only wanted to scare off any rodents, if
that’s what it was.
As you came
up to the crack, something thrust out and grabbed you and pulled you inside the
room.