Monday 1:00am
Michael was dying… slowly… painfully melting away.
Bzzz-bzzz
Through his delirium Michael registered the sound of a cellphone…
Bzzz-bzzz
Again Michael heard the muffled buzzing of a cell phone- just audible over the gurgles and deep rhythmic breathing that sounded off the walls of his foul prison. Inside his sister's best friend's stomach he stewed in her half digested dinner… Hell, he was her dinner at this point! The muscles in his arms strained against her stomach walls as they squeezed inwards. Squeezing the brat’s meal deeper towards her intestines with a rumbling-
‘GLORP’
As air was forced from the viscous sludge that had once been chicken and pasta. Everything was sandwiched between the stomach walls, tighter, and tighter, until the girl inhaled, and her stomach expanded once more.
Releasing Michaels shrunken body.
He cursed and kicked and bit until the entire stomach lurched in a massive thrust that sent him sprawling into the chyme. Scrambling on his hands and knees, Michael breathed raggedly, he couldn't keep this up for much longer- The stomach was thrust again and Michael stumbled. He wiped the sweat and chyme from his forehead, and gasped- his skin felt pouchy and alien…
He was digesting-
Horrified, Michael braced his arms determined to fight against the digestive force trying to dominate him, trying to make him a snack for this brat, trying to break him down and make him a part of his sister's best friend's ass- “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
The stomach closed in again, sandwiching him between the blazing walls, forcing bitter acids down his throat!
It couldn't end like this!
To drown inside the girl he hated with every fiber of his being while she got herself off-
Another thrust caused the stomach to lurch, followed by another. The thrusting became constant as his captor's hips got into the rhythm of her lust. The thrusts were accompanied by an animalistic grunting sound rumbling from her throat.
To which Michael responded with infuriated bubbles! Submerged in chyme, Michael kicked and clawed, and bit, determined to scrape his way out of the belly of the brat! He was not her snack! He refused to be her snack-
He refused to go where snacks went…
A euphoric sigh escaped from the brat's lips followed by a sensation akin to a p-wave striking before an oncoming earthquake. Pulses from her lower abdomen passed through Michael's body sending his hairs straight. “Become…” His captor exhaled with an abdominal thrust-
“My…” She breathily exclaimed with a more forceful abdominal thrust as the stomach crushed in again, then with a roar of flowing air inhaled…
“Ass!” She screamed while thrusting harder than ever… and this time the stomach walls did not release Michael! They crushed tighter! Squeezed the near boiling chyme further away from Michael's head!
She was holding her breath!
So did Michael! His lungs burned as if twin fires were blazing within him, but he refused to breathe in! Refused to let her break him down! A final thrust more forceful than the others shook Michael to his very core! More P wave like pulse raced from her groin up Michael's spine, each stronger than the last-
He had to breathe!
The brat continued to hold her breath in anticipation!
This was it! This was how he would die!
Once he breathed in it would all be over!
His lungs yearned for fresh air!
The pain in his chest was too great!
Michael tried to scream, instead his lungs filled with the hot chunky remains of the brat's dinner! The stomach walls clenched even tighter as the brat climaxed, forcing Michael's final breath from his lungs-
GLORP!
The air bubble containing Michael's final breath broke the surface of the chyme.
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Monday 1:05am
Michael's girlfriend's sister slept on her side, midriff exposed between her boy-shorts and crop top. A small region of her untanned skin between her breasts and navel where her stomach lay bulged out as if a rabid animal were trying to break free from within her belly. For a moment two handprints were visible against the taunt skin
GLORP!
With a final roar from her stomach the struggling bulges ceased… An hour passed and the bulges never resumed… Michael had been digested by his sister’s best friend.
A smug smile passed over her features as she snuggled something leathery close to her chest. It was Michael's university jacket. Each exhale brought the scent of his cologne deep into her lungs. She sighed contentedly, and slept on.
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Sunday 5:00am
Michael opened his eyes.
Disorientated.
It took him several seconds to comprehend what he was seeing… ‘PINK’
The letters were in black text across a pink background that was indented between the ‘I’ and ‘N’. The material was composed of closely knit fibers, and seemed to rise a story or so overhead… Then Michael understood what he was staring at...
His sister's best friend's butt.
Her worn out boy-shorts barely covered her rear. They were old and a tear revealed a slice of skin that hadn’t seen sunlight in months...
Michael inhaled sharply- his death had all been a nightmare! It-
He turned his attention down to his own hands… and frowned, not comprehending what he was looking at. They were transparent… He felt a heavy feeling in his guts as he stared down through his hand to the bedsheets far below him… he was floating! A flicker of awe appeared on Michael's face, before it was drowned out by the realization that the reason why he was floating… was because he was dead.
“No! No! No-” he muttered.
Michael turned back to the giant butt, hands clenched into fists…
She killed him!
She actually killed him!
DIGESTED HIM ALIVE!
Glass-like tears formed in the corners of his eyes as Michael yelled and tried to punch her right cheek. To him it was like punching concrete. To the soft fabric it was as if nothing had punched it at all, as if he didn't exist-
No!
Michael punched with both arms then kicked out to no effect whatsoever, the fabric didn't even sway… he didn't exist, not physically. Michael's frustrated yells devolved into sobs. He sobbed openly. Transparent tears trickled down his cheeks, blinding his vision.
His life was over… concluding as nothing more than his sister's best friend's- Noo! Noo! Noo!
He grabbed at a hair loosely stuck to her boy-shorts but couldn't even move that! He had less of an impact on the world than a single hair stuck to the ass of a brat… Michael floated down to the bed sheets, eyes bugging from his head, fingernails digging into his skull. He was breathing in panicked gulps- was he actually breathing? Did he need air?
Burp
The brat softly burped, releasing the last breath Michael had taken into his jacket as she snuggled it closer to her chest… lovingly planting a kiss on it in her sleep.
Silence followed except for the brat's immense breathing. Every inhale and exhale sounded with the intensity and rhythm of stormy waves battering a rocky coastline…
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
All the while Michael stared at his hands again. It had to be an optical illusion he couldn’t really be dead-
Light shone directly through his hand.
Above his sister’s best friend's head a window lit up as a car passed by, its light cut through the blinds, sending prison-bar like stripes across Michael's murderer's ass… Depression overtook him. His shoulders slumped and he looked exhausted… he turned away to go-
Just as the bed springs shrieked!
Michael stumbled as the giant rear loomed over him, then settled back into the same position with a notable jiggle of fat. Transfixed, He waited until the fat on her ass stopped shaking, then self preservation returned- Flush with embarrassment Michael fled as fast as he could.
Or tried to
Less than a foot away from the ‘PINK’ boy-shorts His cheek flattened out as if it had struck a glass pane. He attempted to move around the invisible barrier, then concentrating hard, tried to fly around the barrier without luck! He was trapped. Trapped in all directions inches away from his sister's best friend's rear.
Far too close!
Far, far too close!
The springs shrieked!
Michaels blood went cold. If she rolled over now he'd be beneath her ass-
Crushed,
but the girl maintained her original position and found a more comfortable spot on her pillow…
With a sigh of relief, Michael ran to the left until he hit her upper thigh then to the right until he hit her lower back! Trapped! Michael felt like screaming again as he traveled the perimeter of the giant ass once more.
There was no escape!
This was hell! it had to be!
“AAAAGGGHHHHH!”
Michael released a frustrated scream then collapsed on the sheets and stared at the ass he had been turned into… yes… he could feel it, a connection to certain lumps of fat cells, scattered across her cheeks… those areas had once been his own body…his spirit could only haunt so far from what was left of him…
What a humiliating fate…
Michael broke down. He cried openly and loudly. He didn't care if he was heard! He curled up into a ball trying to recall happy memories but could only remember back to his digestion… his final painful moments… when there was no light… no hope… just pain and his murderers sonorous breathing…
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale…he just wanted one happy thing to cling onto in the overwhelming sea of depression he was drowning in.
Inhale
Exhale-
The distinct sound of squeaking springs rang out across the quiet room!
He stumbled to his feet, and gawked! The girl was rolling over!
Instinctively Michael ran, ran bodily into the invisible barrier once more! It didn't extend past her hip! He was going to be crushed beneath her Pink boy-shorts!
Michael cursed as the upper periphery of his vision turned pink. He was going to be flattened! Flattened beneath the brat's ass cheek-
An image on the far wall caught his eye!
And time slowed down…
It was an image of three laughing undergrads: His sister, her best friend, and himself. All happy and normal sized.
Now the pink shorts were descending onto the top of Michaels head, forcing it down- but he didn't look away.
In the image the three of them were laughing, arms together and decked out in New Years gear- His sister had a hand covering her mouth to hide her laugh as her best friend took the opportunity to unabashedly lick Michael’s face just as the flash went off.
Michael's body was pushed down onto the mattress by the descending ass, still he stared.
In the image Michael's eyes were contorted with disgust but he was smiling. He had been happy! His failing consciousness clung onto the happy moment of normality like a life preserver-
PAIN!
Pain erupted in Michael's legs as the massive cheek steamrolled over them! Suddenly the world was moving too fast! The girl's weight broke the bones in his legs!
His vision went white with-
PAIN!
A ringing in his ear blocked out all sound! He screamed in agony, but couldn't hear it! Desperately he tried crawling away! Tried to find a hand hold, but there were none on the smooth sheet! The rear continued to roll over him until the ‘P’ in ‘PINK’ came down on his back breaking his ribs all at once with a sickening-
CRACK!
It was over. For a moment he could feel his ghostly body liquified and spread out across the cheek of his sister's best friend's ass, then his head burst with a resounding crack that echoed in his ethereal consciousness!
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Monday 6:00am
Michael's sister's best friend's eyes fluttered open sleepily.
She inhaled the cologne from the jacket that now belonged to her, and bit her lip. Her prize was stimulating her again, her token to remember her childhood crush by…
Mmmmph, she moaned while sliding the jacket down along her body until it was gripped between her shapely hips and pushed-
She exhaled audibly!
The reaction was instantaneous. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as a euphoric pulse coursed through her body. She slowly, rhythmically thrust her hips accompanied by the squeal of the bed springs.
Squeak
Squeak
Squeak
“Ahhhh!” She exclaimed, half yawning, half sighing. A satisfied smile crossed her lips, as she felt a growing warm spot spreading along the jacket, and fell back into a pleasantly deep sleep. It had been a very fulfilling night for her…
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
On a counter beside her, a phone blinked displaying five unread messages and an equal number of missed calls…