You're a young boy named Steve who has an imaginary friend named Garth. You live in a house with your mother and father but both are working parents and rarely come home before late. Your mother has a little sister (your auntie Ria) who isn't that much older than you who often stops by to play with you or just hang out, which you don't mind at all as you've gotten to the age where you can appreciate her attractiveness. The other place you spend much of your free time is at your next-door neighbors' house with their son, Dan.

The story begins with you in your room, your parents at work, and your Auntie in the living room watching tv. 

Garth suddenly bursts into the room breathing rapidly and slams the door behind him. He's got a mischievous smile on his face that you've come to know well. As always, he just stands there wringing his skinny hands with that goofy grin on his face daring you to ask what his surprise might be. 
Clark is the same height as you with matted, unkempt, blonde hair hanging down over his coke-bottle glasses. His frame is best described as skeletal; and this is only emphasized by the short-sleeved shirt and shorts that he wears. Sneakers and ankle socks reveal bony shins as well.

"What did you do this time, Garth?" You ask. Garth replies "I found a magic potion!". maintaining your skepticism you state "There's no such thing as magic, Garth." very matter-of-factly. Garth seems entirely unperturbed by your lack of faith. "Open your sock drawer." he says, crossing his arms and nodding his head slightly in the direction of the dresser. Your interest piqued, you slowly approach and open the drawer to find a small vial of viscous red fluid lying in plain sight on your socks. Entirely confused, you stare in disbelief at the discovery of a tangible object discovered by your intangible friend. 

"How in-!?" You exclaim as you pick up the vial in amazement. Garth smiles victoriously and explains "It's a shrinking potion!" You blink twice and ask "How do you know this?" Garth opens his mouth to answer, then pauses and shrugs. "I'm your imagination, you tell me!" He says. Taking control of this situation again, you shake it off and declare: "Game time!" Carefully setting the vial in your pocket, you slip out into the hallway from your room. 

Cautiously you peer out of the hallway to your auntie's position on the couch in the living room. She seems entirely absorbed in her show; a soap opera. Walking up, you explain: "Hey, Auntie Ria? I'm going to go play over at Dan's house for a while. Is that okay?". Auntie Ria looks up from her show and gives her approval. "Okay, Stevie. If you want, I'm making sandwiches for lunch, so you can invite him over." You reply "Ah, I think we're going to eat over there, but thanks, Auntie Ria. Bye!" You run off toward the back door of the house through the dining room and library to the back room, where you pause and pull Garth off to the side. "Now the for the fun part!" you tell him.

"Here are the rules to this game..." You begin. "I don't like that gleam in your eyes, Steve..." Garth interjects nervously. "Whenever you get that look, your games are dangerous!" Placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, you tell him "Everything is gonna be fine, pal. This game is only as dangerous as you want to make it. It's a spy game! Whoever can get the closest to Auntie Ria without her noticing is the winner. Since we've already established that you're the less brave of us two, you're up first. Otherwise you'd have to take a bigger risk than me in order to  win." 

Garth pauses and stares off into space for several moments with a worried look on his face, but doesn't protest when you extend the vial to him. "Okay, but I get to start from wherever I want, okay?" He asks. "Sure." You agree. With that, Garth tiptoes back into the dining room and motions you to remain in the library where you can observe only the back of the couch. Garth crouches down and takes a drink of the vial then quickly sets it down on the floor. After a few seconds of nothing, Garth magically shrinks before your eyes until he's only about an inch tall. After you flash him a thumbs-up he begins his journey under the couch and disappears from your sight. 

After several painful minutes spent waiting Garth reappears and starts making his way back to you. You motion for him to meet you in the kitchen which is attached to the dining room and sneak in yourself. When Garth arrives, you pick him up and set him on the counter-top. "Well?" You ask in a hushed voice, eager to hear how your buddy did.
"I... climbed her dress!" He says, holding up a pink piece of thread from her shirt. Knowing that Garth is the kinda guy that'll never lie to you, you think hard for a way to top him. "Hmmmm..." you muse as you look around the countertop. Garth pipes up "Okay, now it's your turn!" smiling and feeling confident that he's done quite well for himself. 

Gently you pick Garth up again and carry him carefully out into the dining room and place him on the counter in that room. Being careful not to make any noise, you yourself climb up onto the counter in the dining room and take a drink of the vial. You quietly set the vial down on the counter as well before the world rapidly grows before your eyes. Within seconds, you're staring up at a massive wooden bowl full of granny smith apples. Garth stands a few feet away near the vial looking at you in confusion. "Steve, how are you gonna get close to her from here? How are you even gonna get down from here?" He asks, peering nervously over the ledge. "Simple!" You reply with a shrug. "Auntie Ria ALWAYS has an apple with her sandwiches." you explain as you climb up into the bowl. "So today shouldn't be any different." Garth watches as you climb up onto the top of one of the gargantuan apples. "Wow, that's brilliant! I wish I would've thought of that!" Garth exclaims as you begin cutting out a slat of the skin with your pocket knife.

Being as small as you are though, it takes a good bit of effort to make even a little progress. Once you're satisfied with the flap of skin that you cut open you start shoveling out apple with your hands to create a little hollow for yourself. You find yourself becoming all sticky with apple juice and your arms getting sore from your labors but eventually you create a nice resting place for yourself that's completely covered by the flap you cut out. Tuckered out from your hard work, you decide to take a nap on the soft meat of the apple.

Garth quickly runs to find a hiding spot as Auntie Ria runs to fix herself lunch during a commercial break. With great ferocity, you're woken from your nap by the apple hitting her plate and then bouncing up and down as your aunt returns to her seat. Fortunately for you, she decided to keep the apple sitting upright so you don't have to worry about falling out of your hiding spot. 

Several minutes go by and you feel the shifting of the plate which apparently rests on her legs. As the time passes, your boredom and curiosity begin to overpower your caution and patience and you lean over to the flap to venture a peek outside.  From your vantage point in her lap you find yourself looking up at two mountainous boobs all but hiding your auntie's face, into which she inserts the second half of her sandwich. After taking a bite, she sets the sandwich down on the plate next to you. Sticking your head out a little farther, you notice that the size of the bite is easily large enough for you to fit in with some fudge factor. 

Feeling confident in your plan, you slide back into your hiding spot and resume your waiting game. Another couple shiftings of the plate and you figure you're about next in line. Nudging the flap ever so slightly you peer outside just as you feel the apple being picked up and lifted into the air. As it lurches, you fall back toward the core of the apple and it takes you a second to scramble back up to peek out of the flap again which you do just in time to see yourself quickly approaching your auntie's massive mouth, opened wide. 

Before you can think twice about it, you find yourself passing through her lips as her teeth sink into the apple above and below you, jarring the section you're in loose as she continues to bite down. The roaring crunch of her incisors chomping through the apple and juices being squeezed into her mouth fill your ears as you find yourself in a piece of apple on your aunt's tongue.

Without so much as a pause, she begins to chew up her bite and you begin struggling to stay off her molars as they pulverize the food in her mouth into mush. What makes it especially hard is the fact that she continually salivates, turning her mouth into an apple-y swamp. Not to mention the fact that her tongue easily tosses you around wherever she chooses and there's nothing you do about it. 

After narrowly escaping her jaw with a timely jump or roll she eventually begins tilting her tongue upward, pushing the contents of her mouth back into her gullet. The massive wave of mush easily catches you up and you're pushed along with the rest of her food into her esophagus. Your aunt doesn't notice your struggles in her throat at all as she continues watching her soap opera and swallows.

Her esophagus clenches tightly and squeezes you along with the rest of her food downward deeper and deeper into her body until you finally are squeezed out into her stomach, which is already in full swing, breaking down the sandwich she's already ingested. 

Landing with a splash in Auntie Ria's food-bag you triumphantly laugh on the inside. "HAHA! There's NO WAY you can top this one, Garth! I win!!" -^______^-
Reveling in your victory you tread slop to stay afloat in you Auntie's stomach. Several seconds pass before you start taking stock of your situation; you really hadn't planned this far... it doesn't seem like there's any way out. Making your way back to where you think your Auntie's esophagus opens up you try to work your way back into her throat, but your efforts are only met by another hot batch of chewed up apple and a contraction of her stomach pulling you deeper into her body. Struggling frantically your try to get your Auntie's attention somehow but are lost in the waves of food passing through her body. The only reply you get from her are a small burp as she secretes more stomach acids to digest you, thinking of the taste of her apple. 

Realizing the futility of your struggle you eventually give in and allow yourself to float along in your Auntie's stomach. You pass out long before your body begins to break down, eventually being melted into a soupy mixture, then squeezed into Auntie Ria's intestines. You continue your long journey very slowly, inch by inch as Auntie Ria absorbs all your useable nutrients and fluids, breaking you down more and more, pushing you eventually into her large intestines, where she begins compressing what's left of you and pushing it along with all the other un-useable parts of her meal into her rectum. 

It's about the same time the next day when she's watching her soap operas that Auntie Ria's nether regions start to groan. Holding it as long as she can to save it until her soap opera finishes, what's left of your body is squished more and more pushing up against her tightly flexed anus even as her colon squeezes more feces into her rectum. 

Auntie Ria farts lightly every now and then as her show continues without really thinking about it. Toward the end of her soap opera the pressure has built enough to where she gently holds a finger to her bum to help her pooper hold you in. 

Finally, her soap opera ends and she very carefully gets up with her hand still pushing up on her anus as she makes her way to the bathroom in the hall. Closing the door behind herself she walks over to the toilet and lifts the lid up before slipping her panties down her legs and letting them drop to the floor. She then lifts her skirt and gently nestles her butt on the seat. With a deep breath she slowly unclenches her anus, her colon eagerly continues to contract and push her feces out of her body.

As her turd, you pass through the final embrace of her anus lips as you're pushed out into her toilet. You land with a splash even as she continues to poop, expelling the large amount of food she's digested since yesterday. Auntie Ria pauses and takes a long breath before she begins to empty her bladder into the bowl as well, her urine churning up the water and creating a swirling current.

Once she's finished peeing, she flexes her anus a couple more times from pucker to pout as her rectum works the remainder of her shit into her poop chute. After a few minutes, she's gathered up the mass to make another poop and squeezes it out her anus with a little soft grunting. 

Once she's finally done defecating, she takes some toilet paper and gently wipes herself starting with her vagina. After that, she works at her pucker until it's clean and drops the last piece of soiled toilet paper into the bowl. Then she stands up, her cheeks meeting again to form her shapely behind from which she just pooped you, turns, giving the inside of the toilet a nice view of her large breasts as she depresses the handle on the toilet, flushing you down the drain along with the rest of her poop. 

The end.