*gurgle* Your stomach churns as the hundreds of shrunken Braddy clones you created struggle futilely to escape your hungry belly. Your stomach is massively distended, you having let yourself go over board on the number of clones you ate, while I, the original Bradley, am shrunken and laying on your huge tummy, listening and feeling the hundreds of clones struggle within you. *glorp* Your stomach squeezes hard, several Braddies meeting there death while their lifeless bodies become a bubbling soup within your hot depths. *hiss* A spray of acid mixes in with the hoard of them, their bodies painfully dissolving as they are digested. *groan* Now your belly grinds against them, causing many of them to spill their innards to the frothy soup. *slurp* Your intestines begin sucking up the soup, many dozens of Braddies still alive to endure the horrors of your intestines. *suck* *suck* *suck* The many philia within your intestines absorb the soupy goo that the poor victims have become. Many still struggle, the whip like philia cutting through them and absorbing their innards. Your tummy rumbles as the number of Braddies is reduced to less than a dozen, the remaining ones now passing into your large intestines. They cry out as the slimy remains of what your intestines didn't take is turned to a smelly mush and clumped against them. Even more succumb to the bacteria in your intestines, melting their bodies like butter. As they finally reach the colon to be ejected out of you, only one remains. The massive turd of hundreds of Braddies is slowly, but enjoyably pushed out your rectum, the single remaining morsel struggling wildly as he slides through your anus and then into. We look into the toilet to examine the various body parts and mush that remain of nearly 600 Braddies. "Well, Braddy, looks like one of the little guys survived." You smile deviously at him, the battered, bloodied, and crap covered copy. Your hand reaches for the handle, and he pleads, but they fall on death ears as you pull it down and the gunk begins swirling around. "Bye, bye Braddy." You taunt just before he disappears into the sewers.... where he will surely meet his death. "I smile at you, "You can be so evil." You smile back and reply, "But that's what you love about me." - end


Epilogue:

Three months later, I am again shrunken, sleeping happily on the nightstand next to your bed. Suddenly, a hand covers my mouth to silence me. A very roughed up Braddy drags me behind your dresser and tosses me into a large spider web. From the looks of him, he has been living very roughly the past few months, and is muscular. As the spider begins feasting on the real me, while the vengeful copy shimmies up your bed post. Unfortunately for him, you turn in your sleep and crush him into a bloody smear. You originally mistake him for me, and are quite upset that I joined you in bed so carelessly, that is until you check the security tape. You find a withered, bloodless corpse under your dresser, and a plump spider, which you quickly devour to claim my nutrients as your own.