Porcelain Grave

You awake, your head spinning. You're about to try and sit up, but a sharp pain in the back of your skull takes precedence. You curl up in the fetal position, grasping your head... throbbing pain, throbbing pain, throbbing pain... slowly, it subsides. You sit up, more carefully this time, and start to take in your surroundings.

You sit on the edge of a cement path that's about 10 feet wide. Along either side of the path there grow the strangest trees you've ever seen; no branches. Completely green from base to tip. Over the tops of the trees you can barely make out flowers...

"Oh CRAP! The FLOWERS!" it all comes back to you at once; You finished work early and had some time to burn, so you were taking a different route home from the bus stop and happened on the most peculiar lawn you had ever seen before! It had regular, old, well-kept centipede grass all over just like all the other houses you'd passed, but this one also had flowers growing out from between every two or three blades of grass! "So many flowers"! You had thought at once. Then, after you thought about it you began to wonder how the grass got enough sunlight to grow under that blanket of flowers... Your interest peaked, you bent down for a closer look a the flowers.

You'd never seen that type of flower before. It was about half the size of your palm, it was shaped like a sunflower but had extra petals growing from behind the sepal and another set growing where the stamen should be. But what really surprised you was that they were all different colors. Then as you looked up you saw that it actually varied from flower to flower. So pretty, so unique, so... beautiful. A strange sensation came over you and you felt you just had to have one, maybe to give to your girlfriend, or sister, or mother, or whoever! You just HAD to show that flower to someone else! Without a second thought, you reached down and picked a flower.

"Surely whoever owns this lawn won't miss just one!" You thought to yourself. "But I guess I was kinda hasty... I have no idea how hard it is to grow these flowers... maybe I'd better offer some money for this thing. Yeah; that's what I'll do." You started walking towards the house, but then the sun seemed really bright all of a sudden... you got dizzy and...

Suddenly, the pain in your head reuturns. Again, you revert to the fetal postition and wait it out. It goes away faster this time and doesn't hurt nearly as bad. Of course, you already guess at what happened; the flower shrunk you. "There's no way though! That doesn't happen in real life!" You exclaim to yourself. "It's gotta be a dream. No, that can't be right; the pain in my head is definitely not a dream. Maybe I just had a heat stroke and hit my head or something. Come to think of it, I really don't know anything about heat stroke. I wonder if it can do permanent neurological damage to a person...?" you rationalize to yourself. But just then you turn around and see the flower you picked lying on the path behind you, just as large as you are!

Startled, you jump to your feet, as if it that could possibly help your predicament. "Okay," you start to debate yourself, "Let's say that I am only four inches tall. How on earth do I change back?" Just then you notice the sun again; it's still the same hot summer day. "Okay, I'd better find some shelter. Maybe there's a way into that house? Whoever lives there can probably at least explain to me what happened... maybe they even have a cure!" You conclude.

The walk to the house takes you a lot longer than you had expected. The lack of shade didn't help any either. Climbing the steps of the porch is a difficult task; the cement is hot from the sun and burns your hands as you pull yourself from step to step. When you finally arrive at the top of the porch you look back at the three steps and begin to understand just how difficult your life is going to be if you can't get this reversed. Pushing that thought out of your mind, you turn to try and find a way into the house.

The door is closed, of course, and there's no way to reach the handle, and you probably couldn't turn it even if you could reach it. So you plop yourself down in the shade of the porch overhang and begin thinking that you could simply sit outside until someone opens the door for you. But then you realize that this person could be on vacation, or on business somewhere, or just out for the day. That means that you'd be waiting at least one day, and who knows what animals are out at night around here? Even if they are home, maybe they have little children who might find you first... Then you realize how thirsty your little trek across the lawn and onto the porch has made you. You get to your feet with a renewed resolve to find a way inside the house.

Taking another look at the house, you notice that one of the windows is cracked open!... but it has a screen over it and it's out of reach anyway. Looking at the window on the other side of the door, you see there is a lawn chair that conviently leads up to the window and the window is also open, but there is a screen in front of that one too. It seems rather hopeless; you're not exactly capable of a lot by your four-inch self. Your gaze wanders back over the lawn and you realize: there's no mailbox! Full of hope once again, you look to the front door and, sure enough; there's a mail slot!... but it's out of reach too! You begin looking around for rocks or flowerpots or anything to give you a boost. you notice that the lawnchair is rather close to the door and wonder if a flying leap were possible...

But once you get up on the lawnchair, the distance looks a lot farther than it did from the ground and you think better of it. You're about to get off the lawnchair when you decide it might be a good idea to have a look at that window. Perhaps you can at least look inside and confirm or deny the prescence of people inside...

But just your luck, you find one step better; the screen is detached at one corner! You pull the screen off the window frame far enough to slip inside and pull the screen back after yourself. Just in case any normal-sized bugs try to follow you in....

Luckily for you, there are curtains on the side of the window so you can get down easily. You find yourself in the living room. It's sparsely furnished, there is one couch and an easy chair facing a television set in the corner of the room. Attached by an opening is the kitchen, past the easy chair. To your right is a hallway with more doors and another room at the end, but all you can see is a standing-lamp in the corner from where you are. Also in the hall, you can see a staircast leading upwards.

You listen for a few moments to see if anyone is home, but other than the opened windows, there are no signs. Other than the opened windows. "Maybe they're just out for a bit." you think to yourself. "In the meantime, I need to find some water." You start to head for the kitchen, but then think better of it; "Kitchen sinks are usually high off the ground and therefore harder to reach. But the bathroom sink is usually located near the toliet, and I might be able to climb a hand towel of something..."

Luckily for you, the first door you try in the hall is a bathroom, and the lights are on too! "This must be my lucky day! Er... my unlucky, lucky day that is." You ponder aloud. Sure enough, as you guessed; if you can climb the toliet then you will be able to reach the sink! "... but how do I climb the toliet?" you wonder. You walk around to the far side of the toliet to see if there's anything there you can use...

Just then, you hear very loud footsteps in the hall...

A young woman looking about in her twenties enters the bathroom. Out of instinct you duck behind the toilet, trying to keep out of view, but at the same time trying to see what's going on. From your hiding place, you can see her walk over to the sink. Above the sink there is a small cabinet mounted on the wall with a mirror door. She opens the cabinet and begins to search through the various cosmetics she has stored there. Seeing that she's occupied, you risk venturing a little farther out in order to get a better look at her. She looks like she's probably about five foot six, she has a slender build, and you guess she's of European descent. She's dressed only in underwear, so it's easy to make out the shape of her body. Maybe it's just because you're looking up at her at an angle, but the curves of her breasts and butt seem emphasized and large for her build... just then she looks down out of the corner of her eye and you dart back into hiding. Several seconds pass. You're pressed up against the base of the toliet as far as you can manage. You can feel your heart beating in your chest and you swear the sound it's making is going to give you away... but nothing happens. The porcelain feels cold against your skin. Cautiously, you peek around the corner again to see what happened. You see the girl bent forward slightly at the waist, rubbing her buttocks and smiling to herself. She looks out of the corner of her eye again, but this time you stay put and she turns and addresses her own ass! "Mmmmm... how does that feel, eh?" she asks her carriage.

You're quite confused, but now you have a better view of her face. She has green eyes, a narrow little nose, and tight little lips. Her cheekbones are a little high on her face, and have scattered freckles. Bangs of her red hair fall neatly over her forehead and the rest of her hair is pulled back in to one large ponytail. Suddenly she goes upright and you hear a small fart. She turns red and looks at her embarassed self in the mirror for a moment, then turns and frowns at her butt again. Something about her... she just strikes you as exactly what you would have imagined for the keeper of that lawn outside. She looks like she eats mostly vegetables and fruits; such a slender body! Her skin looks very soft, she obviously pampers herself well. And her mannerism, too! It somehow matches that innocent, frail-looking frame she has... the gentle, nurturing gardeness...

"Well! Somebody's eager to get on with it!" your train of thought is interrupted by her exclamation. The thought had occurred and remained in the back of your mind to reveal and introduce yourself before, but you decide that would probably be embarrassing on both sides. Besides, you're much more interested in this strange conversation she seems to be having with herself...

"Kinda crowded down there, hmmm?" She continues. Your heart jumps. Was she talking to you? Did she see you after all? The girl walks over to the toliet and stops with her backside to it. Gracefully, she bends her legs at the knees and reaches behind herself to open the lid as she stands back up again. "Hehehe! Got your hopes up did I? Well, we're not even over the toliet yet, sillies!" She laughs.

"...Is she talking to her own shit?" you wonder to yourself. The girl yawns and stretches. As she does, you follow the tensing of her muscles and realize that her body is actually somewhat toned and conditioned. Guess you were wrong about her being frail... it is at that moment that you realize you've been in plain sight near her left foot for the past half minute and you quickly jump behind cover again.

When she's done stretching, she shifts her weight from one side to the other while rubbing her temples. "Mmmmm... I need to sit down." she says. You hear the sound of silk on skin magnified... due to your size? and a set of giant butter-colored panties falls down between her feet. You crane your neck and can only stare in amazement and admiration as the flower girl nests herself gently onto her throne. She straightens a bit as her flesh makes contact with the porcelain. "Ooh! Chilly!" she exclaims. You notice for the first time that this room is well air-conditioned. No wonder your thirst has subsided. "But you're not chilly in my ass, are you? So nice and warm, hugged by the walls of my colon..." she coos to her butt.

"Okay, let's face it;" You think to yourself. "I know I'm a pervert, I've gotta see more." You start looking for a way to get a better view, and decide to move along the base of the toliet and see if there's any way to get higher along the side of the sink. While you're inching by past her panties you notice they're damp in the middle... and smell kinda like... peaches. She lets out a long, soft fart, but cuts it off abruptly. You freeze in your tracks.

"Hmmm, not gettin' out that easily!" She says. "Ooh, but I bet it's really crowded in there now." You begin moving again. You realize "This is a game she's playing! I've just GOTTA see this!". You rush around to the rear of the toilet and frantically search the wall of the cabinet to see if there's anything you can climb... you see a towel rack with two long towels hanging down. But they're too far for you to reach, even if you jump, which might attract her attention anyway. Looking elsewhere you notice some exposed pipes running from the toliet to the wall which might just give you the boost you need...

"Well, too bad for you guys I'm just here to pee." You hear her say as you struggle with the slippery pipes. You hear a faint hissing sound at first, then followed by a gurgling of toilet water being swished around and churned by the flower girl's urine. You picture her frowning face as you struggle to get good footing on the slippery pipes. Maybe it's just because she's peeing so hard, or the fact that you're thinking about her pissing, but the pipe's smell is reminiscent of urine. Maybe she just hasn't cleaned back there in a while and it is her urine...

The going is slow, and you realize with dispair that you're probably not going to get all the way to the top in time to see the main event, when you hear "Mmmm-mmm! That feels so much better! Now that I'm finally comfortable, I think I'll just take a little nap...". You silently thank your unfailing luck once more and make a flying leap for the towel.

The towel begins to slide a bit as you catch hold of the side nearest you, but you have enough mind about you to grab hold of the rapidly retreating other side before it gets out of reach. Slowly, you make your tiresome ascent. "Man, if I never have to climb another thing..." you mutter to yourself as you force your weary muscles to pull yourself ever higher. You realize that you are in an easily visible spot and could be caught at any time, and you don't have time or energy to waste looking back to see if you've been spotted. The thrill of risk helps, though.

You manage to get on top of the towel rack-rod and take a minute to rest and observe the sleeping giantess. Or, at least pretending to sleep giantess. She stirs slightly and her breathing increases and you realize it's time to move! With haste, you jump and grab hold of the counter-top and pull yourself up onto the counter. Luckily for you (again!) there is a vase of flowers near the edge of the counter that you waste no time hiding behind. The vase smells of lavender.

"Ohh-hh!" She groans, "feels like I've finished off a couple more, huh?". The flower girl takes to massaging her tush once more. Recognizing your opportunity, you make the jump from counter to toilet top. There are several bottles on the toliet also, perfumes you can only guess, but they make for a good hiding place. "Hmmm... I wonder, can you hear me as I digest the others? Can you hear all those gurgully noises coming from my intestines? I can't imagine what an experience it must be!" The flower girl begins.

"Well, I guess we've got enough of a crowd to start, finally!" She says as she finishes feeling herself up. She reaches behind and grabs the bottle on your right without even looking back. She pours a small amount of the fluid onto the index and middle fingers of her left hand and reaches down inbetween her legs. "Ooh!" she cries suddenly. "Wait up! A girl can't just go from demure to dumping like that! ... you've got to work her into it first..." she explains as she inserts her two fingers into her anus and begins rubbing herself.

She continues this ritual for about a minute, slowly increasing the pressure as she goes, making soft grunting and whining noises and the occasional puff of breath all the while. You've crept up and are peering over the lid of the toliet now, hypnotized by the steady in and out, side to side, sliding motion of her dexterous fingers... After a time, she inserts her ring finger as well, makes a sharp intake of breath, but then resumes her massage.

You really can't see any difference from your angle, but she seems to be almost ready. "Gee... you guys are just about squished into nothing in there, aren't you? >ooh!< Mhhhhm... yes, I can tell you want out, you long for that final, sweet departing kiss from the lips of my >eeerrgh!< anus... as I >uuuh!< push you out with my contracting colon muscles..."

The smell hits you long before she actually starts. It's not like the smell of shit when you're sick, or the smell of a strong food shit like mexican food or fish, maybe it's the perfume or the oils she uses, but it smells somehow... healthy. And more than that, it also smells... familiar...

The flower girl grunts and shifts her weight onto her left cheek and turns her head, giving you a nice profile shot of her facial features as they twist and contort in concentration. Riveted, you almost fall over the lid as you watch her begin to poop. Slowly, with the same grace and tempo she rubs herself, she pushes it out, squeezes it with her muscles, slowly, gently into the toliet bowl. Her poop is huge, larger than you by far. Realizing this makes you feel light and bouncy in your feet.

She takes a deep breath and breathes heavily for a few moments, then resumes her business. You gape in awe as the flower girl produces another, slightly less massive, turd. She finishes with a neat little fart and reaches for the toliet paper. She takes her sweet time with the paper, very gently applying pressure and slowly stroking in a backwards motion. She uses the same hypnotic rythm that she displayed before and you find yourself captivated once again. So captivated in fact, that you hardly notice her hand reaching back toward you. You try to duck to the ground but she's too quick for you; you're caught in her grasp.

She brings you around to her face and stares at you in amazement. All of a sudden, her face goes bright red.

"You... you were listening to me the whole time?" She asks. Seeing no reason to lie about something so obvious, you nod your head. "... you heard the whole thing?" She asks, even redder than before. "Yeah..." You say, somewhat embarrassed yourself. "But- I really enjoyed it!" You say, truthfully, trying to relieve her mood a bit. "Really?!" She asks. "Sure!" You reply with a smile. "Just one thing; do you always tease your poop?" you ask.

"Oh, that!" she says. She pulls you up really close to her face as she smiles wide, "Do you want to know my other secrets?" she asks. "Uh... okay..." you reply, hesitantly; what other secrets does a girl that grows shrinking flowers have? you wonder.

The flower girl leans back and lowers you into her lap. "Well, to answer your question, I don't do it all the time; only after I've eaten little guys like you." she explains calmly. "Aha! I knew it!" you think to yourself. "How else do you explain the flowers, the lawnchair, the windowscreen, the open window in a house with air conditioning, the curtains; everything!"

"See, even though I don't really look it, I'm a pretty active girl" she goes on. "But my garden doesn't produce very much protein for me... so I rely on men like you to balance my diet! As a result, my metabolism is very high, and I digest everything pretty fast." She explains." You feel a slight vibration from her crotch and she spreads her legs a bit, causing you to slip a bit. While trying to get better footing, you hear a hissing sound like before and stare down the crack between her legs to witness the ensuing fountain of light yellow piss as it plunges into the toliet bowl. You stare, mesmerized, following the currents created by her constant river of urine, swirling, bubbling, gurgling... "It's probably very warm in there, and with all the bubbles, it's kinda like a spa!" you think to yourself. She giggles a bit as you watch her peeing and you can't help but imagine her shy, embarrased face once more.

As you look up at her face from her lap, a strange-looking smile is twisted across her face as she pees. Granted, you are a bit of a vorephiliac, but looking up at her teeth, you can't help but feel nervous, like looking out the door of an airplane before you jump...

You return your attention to the toliet. It's not very easy to tell, but now that you're much closer, you think you can make out some details in her poop. Some shiny bits are scattered about the whole of her feces; seeds, maybe? There are also little bits of white here and there, but you can't make it out well; it's so dark down there... You shudder when you realize bones are probably the only thing that would survive her intestines...

"Ooh, but don't worry!" The flower girl says after she finishes peeing. "You wouldn't be a balanced diet by yourself now, would you?" Not understanding what she means, you simply stare confusedly at her. She picks you up and sets you down in her panties on the floor. "Oh, just wait there, you'll see soon enough." She says as she spreads her legs once again and wipes herself, then flushes the toliet.

"Front or back? Front or back? Front or back?" you debate silently in your mind; you know which one you'd like to go for, but which has the least chance of you getting crushed? But the flower girl is ready before you are and before you can move, you're caught pressed tight against her slightly cool butt-cheeks. But they don't stay cool for long. Squished back and forth by that same patient, slow rythm, it gets uncomfortable, fast.

"Y'know, you'd be a lot more comfortable if you pushed in towards me instead of trying to get away from my butt." She says. She smiles as you wedge yourself deep within her crack. She's right; it IS more comfortable. Although you're still being rubbed, now it's up against her anus. You can't help it; you start to get hard...

For some reason, she takes a very large step (maybe stepping over something on the floor you guess) and you happen to align with her netherhole directly so that when she straightens once again, your foot ends up inside her butt. Immediately her ass goes tight, which only serves to push you in farther. You're up to your waist now. She relaxes for a second and you try to pull yourself out, but she tenses up with a start again, sucking you in up to your chest. "Wow, how sensitive her anus is!" You realize. "Probably still stretched out from all that pooping." You picture her innocent, reddended face again as she relaxes once more. But even before you move a muscle, she tenses up and pulls you in up to your neck. You smell the pugnant odor coming from her ass.

"There!" You hear her say. "I bet that's even more comfortable, huh?" It dawns on you that she's doing this on purpose. "Hmmm... her other side shows herself again..." you think. But again, she is right; it is more comfortable. But also very warm; her butt-cheeks are pressed close to your ears. Everything sounds muffled. You can't really see anything either. But you feel her, all around you, smell her, that womanly, peachy smell mixed with the byproducts of her body, but most of all, you hear her; your ears are pressed against her body. It's like being underwater, you listen to her organs gently churning away, digesting her food, other men, men like you... you listen to her breathe; in... out... in... out... you hear her heart beating, slow, rythmic, patient... it's very calming. Being upside-down, you realize the blood is rushing to your head and you become sleepy, then lose conciousness...

"Oop! Sorry; I forgot you were down there for a minute!" She says. You picture her face turning red again... suddenly you are aware of the even stronger smell coming from her ass and your upper torso feels cold. "Ah. Farted out a bit." you realize. It gets bright. The light hurts your eyes and you're forced to squint. "Shoulda got a drink of water when I got the chance." you think. Your eyes and mouth are dry.

"Well, that's okay, it's time for you to come out anyway!" She says, cheerily. Still too blurry to make anything out... a huge rush of air runs past you. "Whew! Yeah, you definitely need a shower, dirty boy!" She says. Cold water. COLD water. That brings you to your senses immediately. You manage to get down three mouthfuls before she removes you from under the faucet.

"Now, you get out of those wet clothes; they'll only slow you down." She tells you. "Slow me down in what?" you wonder as you obey her order. Looking up, you notice that you're in the kitchen. You're standing on the counter. Also on the counter there is a rack of knives, dish drainer, some assorted mugs, a silver toaster with rounded edges, and a small toaster oven. The counter-top is white. The flower girl has her back to you; she's doing something on a table in the middle of the room. She's still in her underwear.

She turns and sees that you're finished and walks back over to the counter. "Ready for a little game?" She asks you, smiling. She picks you up gently and carries you over to the table and takes her seat. She holds you over a gigantic bowl of fruit salad. To you it looks like a collusseum, full of colors; red watermellon, green honeydew mellon, dark blue bluberries, orange cantaloupe, purple grapes, yellow pineapple...

"Okay, here's the deal," She says. "I'm going to drop you into this bowl of fruit salad and try and catch you. If I do, well... you end up in my stomach. But if you can avoid me until I eat my fill of fruit, I'll let you go. Ready?"

"Well, the thought of indulging in vorish fantasy is tempting, but I'd really like to get out of here alive..." you think to yourself. "I mean, dying in the stomach acid of a giant woman really isn't as appealing as I thought it would be when I'm really faced with it... besides, I might get caught anyway. Obviously, not that many guys have managed to outlast her..." you catch a glance of her flexing her muscles in anticipation.

"Get set..." she says. You notice she has a spoon in her other hand. It's really not that big. "I bet I could just roll off that if she caught me." you think to yourself. "This shouldn't be too hard..."

"GO!" she shouts as she drops you into the bowl. The second you hit the fruit you realize the trick. It's COLD. The spoon digs under the peice of pineapple you're lying on and you begin to rise. You quickly jump to the side only to land in more cold fruit. The spoon quickly digs under the next watermellon you're sitting on and you have to jump again. Immediately after you land, the spoon digs under the next peice of fruit. This happens over and over again, and you lose count as your legs grow tired...

Landing on a peice of honeydew mellon, you prepare to jump again, but the spoon doesn't come. You take a cautious gaze upward, and gaze captivated as the flower girl grinds the piece of watermellon that you were just on into pulp. Her jaw gracefully, slowly, rythmically chewing... you can't help but listen to the sucking sounds as her teeth crush the watermellon into smaller and smaller peices. You imagine her tongue pushing the chunks around in her mouth, covering them in her saliva... the excess of juices from the watermellon slowly, helplessly slipping down her throat, being pushed into her stomach and mixed with powerful enzymes and acids...

>Schlup!< You roll off just in time to land in the edge of the bowl. "Damn, gets me everytime..." you curse yourself for being so easily distracted. As you make another, more desperate flying leap trying to get more distance from her, you realize she's got you cornered. There's no way you'll be able to outlast her; she's only eating one peice of fruit at a time! Compared to the amount of energy you're using to escape...

"I've got it!" you realize; "If I burrow deep enough, she'll have to eat a lot more fruit to get at me!" With that, you begin to squirm your way through the cubes of fruit in an attempt to get to the bottom.

"Finally!" exclaims the flower girl. "I was beginning to think you'd be an easy catch! ...Guess you proved me wrong!" she laughs and smiles devilishly. You get about half way to the bottom of the bowl and stop to catch your breath. The going has gotten tougher here. It's also gotten colder. You sit and wait, recovering while she slowly excavates her way to you. She's taking forever with that same, patient rythm you've come to know her by...

Then you realize; when you were at the top, you were forced to jump around like a madman which kept you plenty warm. Also, you weren't in contact with much fruit before. But now it's all around you, weighing down on you, sucking the heat out of you... and you're not wearing any clothes! On top of that you're covered in mellon juice... you've never been so cold before...

You turn your head to look up and see the flower girl peering down at you from between the peices of fruit. The fruit all around you begins to shake as you see her spoon work it's way underneath you. The steel is even colder against your skin. She usurps the entire pile of fruit that was sitting on top of you as she raises you to her lips.

You try feebly to struggle, but the more you move, the colder you get. She says it as you think it; "Y'know, it's a lot warmer in my mouth. It's even warmer than that in my belly." She puckers her lips and sucks half of the pile into her mouth. She chews them slowly, holding you close to her mouth, close enough so that you can hear the sloshing of spit and fruit juices mixed about with her tongue...

She opens her mouth, displaying the carnage she wrought and manages a cruel smile before closing her mouth again. You watch as she pushes the mass of pulp to the back of her throat, then squeezes it down her esophagus, and you could swear you hear it splash in her stomach.

Her gaping maw opens wide, a massive cavern with teeth and gums. She deposits you neatly on her tongue, then it gets dark. She juggles you and the fruit around in her mouth until she pins you underneath her tongue and then chews the fruit very carefully. It's blissfully warm in her mouth, her saliva is not nearly as sticky as the sugary fruit juices. The rythm and motion of her chewing is relaxing... even hypnotizing.

Then the level of liquid starts to drain, and she pushes you up against her clenched teeth and works you around into the mass of chewed fruit, which she slides along her tongue slowly into her gullet. Her esophagus closes around you and pushes you down, down, down, for what seems like forever because you're holding your breath the whole time.

At last you're squeezed into her stomach and you land with a splash. Your first gasp of air is sweet and fruity. Her stomach is hot, but not uncomfortably hot. It feels like spa water. Tired from struggling so hard and sleepy from the sudden warmth of her body, you calm down a bit, and accept your fate.

As her stomach expands and contracts, the level of food in her belly rises and falls. It feels like you're riding waves in the ocean. The water is very thick with pulp though, which makes it impossible to sink. You just lie effortlessly on your back, being digested by her acids...

Every now and then, you hear a squishing noise like a fart and a splash as more chewed food and water are squeezed into her stomach. You hear her giggle and her whole stomach bounces with her laughter. You hear her say "I hope you're comfortable in there, mister! It's not easy work-" she pauses for a moment and takes a large breath of air which pushes her stomach in and causes her to belch. "Ooh! Excuse me!" She says. "Anyway, it's not easy swallowing air with every bite and keeping it down!" she continues.

"But you are going to become fuel for my body, so the least I can do is make you comfy in my tummy, right?" A sort of tingly sensation begins all over your body, for some reason the only way you can describe it is your skin is turning into bubbles. "Mmmm... soon, you'll just be nutrients absorbed into my bloodstream and carried to all parts of my body for food..." She coos. "Well, you've already been in my panties, maybe next I'll use you in my bra?" she taunts.

"Oh, I never got to tell you; I like to breast-feed." She says. "Not that I have anyone to feed, my breasts just produce milk on their own. I found it out after masturbating with just my breasts for a while..." she explains. "So I just make my own milk and drink it later! You tasted pretty sweet, so I'm sure you'll make some very fine milk." She says to you.

Your thoughts turn to her massive breasts, hanging just above you outside her body... how sensitive they must be, so soft, so perfectly round... yes; you'd love to be made into her milk. "Mmm... you're really hungry aren't you two? Ooh... yes... you're ready to make some milk..." she says to her breasts as she massages them.

As you lie in her stomach, thinking of her sexy body as she digests you, the bubbling feeling changes to a sort of burning sensation. It's not painful, but more like when you stand under scalding-hot water in the shower after being covered in poison ivy and bug bites. Slowly, the sensation leaves you, and you are at peace once again in her belly.

"Hey, did you know that when you're sexually excited, you digest faster?" She asks you. "Oh! Not you of course, silly! I mean when I get wet, you get digested faster!" You can't help but smile as you imagine the blood rushing to her cheeks once again... "Oh, it would be so much better if I could find a way to talk to you..." She says. "But I guess a girl's gotta work with what she's got!" She's on the move and you slosh back and forth in her stomach like a baby in a cradle, so calm and peaceful inside, safe and warm... you drift in and out of conciousness for the next few minutes.

You awake to the sound of the flower girl moaning in pleasure. Her stomach is still rocking back and forth, but now she's on her belly. As you're swished from one end of her stomach to the other, you notice that the pulp has become more liquid-like. Her stomach fluids have become more like water, or maybe it's just you that has become more like liquid... the human body it over 90% water, you think. Eh, it doesn't matter. You don't care. You're warm, comfortable, and happy. You drift off to sleep to the sounds of the flower girl masturbating, and eventually, climaxing. She turns over on her back and her breathing slows. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is "Ooooh... you know, there's one other thing that helps digestion too; sleep."
You're now nothing more than a mushy mass of meat and bone. You're forced into her small intestines, where she absorbs most of your body and distributes it to build and feed her muscles. Part of you is carried away in her blood to feed the fat cells in her butt. Another part of you is taken and burned off as energy for her colon. You don't really amount to much energy; in fact she uses you all up in pushing out one fart. A much larger portion of you is digested and processed by her breasts and converted into milk, which lies patiently in her glands waiting for stimulation...

As for the rest of you, eventually, she pushes you into her long intestines, and sucks the last of the nutrients from your body, carrying them away through her blood to various other parts of her body.

At last, you're used up and squeezed through her transverse colon, then down, down her descending colon, and finally into her rectum. You sit there patiently waiting... then her bowels become more filled, and you are squeezed into a smaller and smaller space, forced up against the walls of her anus, harder and harder until you think you're going to be squished into nothing when...

The flower girl farts. "Ooh! Someone's eager to get on with it!"