Shutters closed? Check. House empty? Check. Driveway empty?
Hopefully for the next two days, check. It had already been a few days since Mary's last failed project, but her parents still weren't due to be back for a few more. Or was that last project technically a success...? In any case, it ended up a disaster and Mary had sworn off any more sorts of DIY projects on the spot. But as it usually was, her impatience was her downfall, and she'd started thinking of new ways to use the rest of the gelatin powder that was left over only a day later. This was her last chance to work without her meddling parents around, and darn it, she wanted to take advantage of that!
 
Mary sat on the living room couch, letting the TV across the room function as white noise, and she idly pulled a gummy worm from the bag next to her while she pondered. Thankfully she hadn't damaged anything permanent with her last project, and water-polymer balls were a breeze to clean up, but she still couldn't shake the new tingling sensation in her nethers that flared up periodically since a few days ago, though it usually only lasted for an hour or so before fading, so she largely disregarded it. Mary was rightfully cautious of what to work on next, not wanting to risk another accident.
 
It had to be something small. Something completely safe. Something that wasn't oobleck, because making oobleck was for babies. And most importantly, something that used lots of gelatin, as she still had a heaping pile of powdered packets of the stuff scavenged from expired jell-o boxes. Something safe, small...
 
Mary lifted another gummy worm to her lips in thought when she blinked in epiphany, holding the candy aloft.
"A-HAH!" she declared aloud, having found the perfect DIY project for the occasion: candy! Gummy worms in particular, given her resources and how she'd always ('always' being ever since she had bought a bag of them this morning) wondered how these things were made. She retreated to her room to look up the process, hoping it was something more a bit more complicated than just mixing jell-o.
 
To Mary's disappointment...there weren't a whole lot of other steps. The homemade version called for plenty of gelatin, but the only step outside of mixing the ingredients together and boiling them was to pour the mix into straws and let it set overnight to harden. Man, that sounded boring. Maybe it would be best if she called off the project entirely...
 
No, Mary thought to herself, she was the queen of Do-It-Yourself, and she wasn't going to let herself get discouraged by a dull project! She just needed to...spice it up a bit, that was all. Give it a little more elbow-grease, maybe figure out a way to do it more efficiently. Letting her habit of impatience take the wheel, Mary concluded that her project wasn't just to make gummy worms: it was to cut out the twelve-hour waiting period they needed to harden. She didn't even know where to start, but she was a driven girl, and the internet had all the info she could ever need. With a fire in her eyes, Mary hunched over her laptop and began the great treasure hunt for information.
 
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Several hours and a wealth of information later, Mary sat on the workbench in the empty garage, looking at the materials available to her. Two gallon-jugs, one filled to the brim with a thick mixture of hot water and gelatin, and the other filled with a red, watery liquid consisting of sweeteners, starch, water, and almost everything else that belonged in factory-grade gummy worms. She had to cut a few corners with the ingredients as lactic and citric acid (and a whole other list of chemicals) couldn't exactly be scavenged in a kitchen, but she was confident enough in her list of substitutes.
 
Next to the two jugs were two small metal vats, both empty and nearly large enough for her to fit herself into if she tried. Those would be filled with boiling and freezing water respectively, in time. But the real pi�ce de r�sistance was the pile of piping in the center of the garage; she had to call in a favor with her best friend Kalie (her usual source of various odds and ends) to bring them all over, since Mary's parents had thrown out all of her usual materials. She'd even invited Kalie over, as she usually loved to get involved in all of the weird DIY projects Mary got up to, but Kalie sadly declined. Always a stickler for rules, she didn't want to upset Mary's parents by staying over while Mary was grounded, so her visit was a short one. At least she was willing to help carry over all of the scrap piping from her dad's job, as Mary had purposefully neglected to tell her exactly what she was grounded from.
 
Mary looked over her kingdom of pipes and nuts and bolts, giggling excitedly now that she was finally in her native habitat, and hopped off of the workbench to get tinkering with wild abandon.
 
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Another few hours and a lot of elbow grease later, Mary gazed upon her monstrosity of a creation. The two gallon-jugs had been hung high on the wall and outfitted with nozzles that fed into a Y-shaped funnel of tubing, where gravity would pull them to mix once the nozzles were turned. She gave herself a pat on the back for that little bit of genius, as she could freely turn both nozzles to change the mixture ratio if she wasn't happy with it. The only problem was because of the tightness of the tubing and the viscosity of the liquids, they needed to be hung pretty high in order to eventually push the mixture through the other end of the long tube that followed, so she needed to stand on a chair just to reach the nozzles.
 
Running down from the mixture funnel, the long clear tube eventually connected to a long convoluted set of thin copper piping, the folded mass of it neatly submerged into one of the metal vats that had been filled with boiling water, kept boiling by a hotplate she'd procured from the kitchen. This way she could automate the boiling process-- Mary figured by the time the gummy worm liquid reached the other end of the copper tube it would have boiled enough to properly mix and for the starch to activate. The next step, she hoped, was the part that would speed up the refrigeration process. Connected to the boiling-hot copper pipe was an identical mass of copper piping, this one submerged in the second vat's ice-water. Hopefully, by the time the mixture was done traveling through this, it would have mostly set into the gel it needed to be.
 
Finally was a long PVC pipe that tapered to a thin point at the end where the (hopefully) finished length of semi-hardened jelly would be pushed out onto the length of wax-paper she'd placed beneath it. All she had to do at that point was cut the single hardened string up into regular bite-sized lengths, and she'd have more gummy worms than one girl knew what to do with! Maybe she'd use them as a peace-offering for her parents-- her mother loved gummy candy, especially the cherry flavored stuff which was why she picked this brand of sweetener in particular.
 
The vats were frozen and boiling respectively, the gallon-jugs hung high in the garage...all that was left to do was test it all out. Mary tentatively stepped onto the chair to reach the nozzles, praying that the flow would be strong enough to push the gel out, and slowly turned both until there was just a slight flow from the jugs. Through the transparent tubing she watched the gelatin mixture and sweetener mixture combine as the tubes converged, and she followed the liquid all the way down to the copper tubing -a slow process- until she couldn't tell if the stuff was flowing anymore. With nothing but copper and PVC piping ahead, the only way to watch it now was to wait for it to hopefully come out of the other end.
 
And so Mary waited, her most hated activity. She sat on the workbench, she paced the garage, she went upstairs to change into her new red onesie pajamas, these ones much thinner than she preferred, and returned to see that not even a drop had come out of the other end of the piping. Maybe she'd made the pipes too long? Was the mixture too thick and had gotten stuck? She looked through the spigot at the end to no avail. Getting impatient, she stepped up onto the chair placed against the wall and slightly increased the flow of both jugs.
 
Mary spent the next several minutes pouting as not a single drop flowed out of the convoluted invention she was so proud of, until finally a hint of red caught her eye. She grinned in delight and got closer to see the results of her efforts, only for the same grin to fade immediately. It hadn't come out as a solid strand; it was just red liquid that smelled like cherries. She put a plastic cup under the slow trickle of fluid with a sigh, and walked across the room to turn off the nozzles.
 
Returning to what had fallen into the little disposable cup, filling it a fifth of the way, she noticed that the liquid was hot, warming her hand through the container. Not hot enough to burn her skin -she tested by dipping a finger into it- but definitely too hot to harden. Mary grunted in frustration, realizing that she should have set up a second ice-vat to cool the mixture further, but she was out of materials, and it was getting too late to scavenge for more. She plopped onto a bench, idly swirling the liquid in the cup, and noticed that the mixture was exceptionally thick, somewhere between a gel and a liquid. She experimentally gave the liquid a flick of her finger, and felt it harden under her touch. The realization painted an angry frown on her face.
"Really?" she muttered aloud, "All this for oobleck?!"
 
In failing to make gummy worms, it seemed that she'd succeeded in inventing a very roundabout process to develop a non-Newtonian fluid. Liquid while still, solid when struck, and normally as easy to make as mixing corn starch and water in a bowl, but Mary had just managed to make the process several times more complicated for no reason but her own mistake. She huffed at her failure, sitting in grumpy silence as she scooped out some of the hot mixture into her hand to idly play with. Mary took an experimental lick, and noted that while certainly not as firm as a cherry-flavored gummy worm should be, at least the taste was identical. Not a...total failure, maybe?
 
Not in the mood for tasting any more candy, Mary poured the oobleck back into the cup and wiped what was left of it onto the front of her pajamas, stepping towards her pipe-riddled monster with the intention of dismantling her latest failure. The liquid seeped into the thin cloth of her pajamas, warming her midsection and causing her to stop in thought. Mary looked down at the stain, but was more preoccupied with the sensation she'd grown unfortunately familiar with over the last few days.
 
A warm tingle, just below her gut. A vague, craving feeling that grew slightly over time. Mary had never concerned herself with anything adult in her life, often too caught up in her personal projects to think of anything else, and this was the first time she'd experienced this sort of longing so the sensation was entirely alien to her. Yet, the sensation remained, leaving a confused teenager to dote on the warmth in her cheeks and the tingle in her nether regions.
 
She recalled her failed experiment with the polymer balls a few days earlier. It was a scary experience, yes, terrifying even! But something had happened near the end of it that set off this same feeling, except more...intense. Mary realized her heart was beating faster in her chest as she thought of it, and pushed the event out of her mind. She looked to the complex tubing, and the plastic cup on the floor.
 
Maybe...maybe there was a way to use all this oobleck so it wasn't a complete waste? S-strictly for science, of course, she just wanted to confirm that the new sensation was unrelated. Yeah, for science. From the experience of her last two projects, she knew the two gallon-jugs hanging above her were far below her limit. And if she felt anything wrong, she could easily put a stop to it and empty herself. No danger, no biggie. For science.
 
Having thoroughly convinced the logical part of her mind, Mary unbuttoned the back-door of her pajamas with imperceptively shaking hands, feeling the air around her as her backside became revealed. She eyed the spigot at the end of her piped invention, noting that it was just high enough off the ground to maneuver herself onto if she was on her hands and knees. She climbed up the step-chair and put her hands on both nozzles of the two jugs, second-guessing herself in silence. The growing tingle in her nether regions won out over her brain, however, and she turned both nozzles to let the liquids flow as freely as they could.
 
Mary quickly clambered down the chair and towards the spigot across the room, noting that nothing had come out yet. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she dropped to all fours, maneuvering herself so her backside was just in front of the spigot. She inhaled to build up her courage, and slowly eased her way backwards...
 
At first, there was nothing. The small spigot was somewhat uncomfortable to fit in, but it was pleasantly warm from the liquid inside at least. Mary waited in silence, staring at the opposite wall while her heart beat faster in anticipation. A few more moments of silence got her worried. Had the pipe gotten plugged after she turned it off earlier? Were the nozzles off somehow? Mary craned her neck to look back at the jugs across the garage, when a sudden gush of hot liquid flooded out of the spigot and into her bowels.
"Ahn~"
 
She unintentionally let out a shrill moan as the oobleck flowed into her, caught off guard by its sheer heat. It wasn't painful, but the feeling of hot liquid was several times more intense than the cold water she'd experienced before, and she could feel it making its way deeper inside of her by the second. Her nether regions felt aflame from the sensation alone, but she didn't know what to do with the new feeling so she simply let her invention do its work, her inhales sharp and ragged while her arms shook to support her. The flow slowed after its initial gush, evidently having built up behind a small clog originally, but the feeling continued to worm its way through her intestines like she was just a continuation of the piping.
 
The process was slow, the flow of oobleck much different than water, but for once Mary was patient, too distracted by the heat of the liquid in her bowels as it slowly pushed deeper inside of her, finding new places to warm up. Every inhale was accompanied by a quiet whimper of guilty pleasure, and she occasionally took a hand off of the floor to put on her stomach, feeling the small bulge that her belly had formed after a few minutes of waiting. Her midsection was warm to the touch, unnaturally warm. Looking to the jugs revealed that she was only a quarter of the way done, but Mary was in no rush. The hot oobleck flowed and flowed, gently pushing its way further inside, and she welcomed the warmth it gave her and the fact that the unpleasant tingling in her nethers was finally starting to subside. Slowly, her belly became fuller and rounder, pushing slightly against her stretchy pajamas to make room for the liquid that wanted to be inside. Mary looked five months pregnant, just enough to form a noticeable round bulge, but not nearly as large as she'd been before.
 
And then, Mary noticed, it stopped. A full minute passed in silence as the liquid inside her slowly cooled, and Mary gave out a quiet whine as the longing tingle in her nether regions returned with a fiery vengeance. She looked back at the other end of the garage to discover that both jugs were empty, and whatever oobleck was left lay dormant in the long series of pipes below, with no more pressure to push it forward. She groaned out of annoyance and out of discomfort as her nethers ached at their unfulfillment, it felt like her whole body was screaming at her to finish what she started.
 
With desperate effort Mary tilted her whole body downwards, resting on her knees and chest now, exhaled as much as her lungs would allow, and sucked in her gut.
 
Miraculously, Mary was rewarded with a spurt of hot oobleck from the pipe, and she moaned in bliss as the burning of her nether regions were quelled slightly. She sucked in her gut again, using her now-free hands to massage and pull at her stomach, and the flow came slowly but surely, oozing from the pipe and into her once more. She pushed down on her belly to force the warm oobleck within to flow further inside her and make more room, and sucked in her gut once more to coax more fluid out of the pipe in her behind.
 
She developed a system of sorts, inhale, exhale, pump her stomach with her hand to push the liquid further inside, suck in her gut as much as she could to draw more from the pipe, inhale, exhale, repeat. Slowly, even more slowly than when the oobleck was flowing by itself, her guts shifted and expanded to drink all of it in. Her belly pushed against her thin, stretchy red pajamas, growing almost imperceptively larger as the minutes ticked by, and it eventually became heavy enough to droop towards the ground, pulling the oobleck from the pipe through sheer suction alone. Mary's breaths were smooth and calm; she'd never felt this at ease before.
 
Her belly finally touched the cold stone floor of the garage, her red pajamas stretched over it. Mary looked ready to give birth, her stomach distended and round. One spurt of air shot into her behind, signaling there was no more oobleck to be had, and she gave a delighted sigh, her nether regions evidently sated. She laid still for a few minutes, simply reveling in the hot pressure of her swollen belly and the feeling of her stretched pajamas pushing against her skin.
 
Eventually all good things must end, as much as Mary wanted to stay there in bliss forever. Plus, the stone floor wasn't exactly cushioning her face. Mary planted her hands on the floor and she slowly eased herself forward, waiting for the empty spigot to pop out. When it finally did, she rolled onto her side, wrapping her arms around her belly. Surprisingly she didn't feel any of it trying to make an escape through her backside, despite the now-clear path. She didn't know how much time had passed, but there wasn't any light peeking from beneath the garage door anymore, tipping her off that it was already dark outside. With a belly full of oobleck, Mary pushed herself off of the ground and stood up, feeling her guts shift and try to pull her back down with all of its weight. She gave her belly an experimental push, and her insides sloshed around to make room for the obstruction. She gave it a more sudden prod, and surely enough the oobleck hardened where she touched, feeling like her guts had suddenly solidified. She swirled in place, and her new center of gravity nearly threw her to the floor as she wasn't used to nearly twenty extra pounds in her belly. She laughed as she regained balance, finding it funny that oobleck was still this entertaining to play with.
 
Not wanting to let go of the sensation just yet, Mary vowed to clean up the rest of her experiment before going to the bathroom, assuming she could make it that far before she needed to go. The pipes were easy enough to dismantle, if somewhat awkward due to her new weight, and oobleck left a surprisingly clean surface on the inside of them. She doubted they needed anything more than a rinse before they were ready to be repurposed. As her parents wouldn't be returning until the day after tomorrow, she left the pipes and vats and tubes in neat little piles in the garage, promising herself she'd hide them tomorrow.
 
Moving to the cup she'd used to catch the first test-batch of failed gummy worms, Mary bent over with some effort and picked up the cup, moving it to her lips and knocking it back to quickly dispose of the contents. She flinched as she was rewarded with a slap of solid gelatin colliding with her face instead of the liquid she expected, nearly dropping the cup in surprise. Mary furrowed her eyebrows and pulled off the aggressor, looking at the disc-shaped slab of jelly. The side of it exposed to air seem to have a more whitish coloration than the rest of it. Sure enough it had hardened, not into a solid chunk but into a flexible flab of gelatinous sugar...just like a gummy worm. Mary's heart skipped a beat. Did that mean...?
 
Mary nervously ran a hand down her own belly, pushing down on it slowly. Sure enough, instead of sloshing and churning, her guts pushed back somewhat rigidly. Her heart picked up in a panic and her mind raced. Was it stuck there forever? Could she pull it out? Would she just digest it? What if she got diabetes from all of the sugar content? Did diabetes work that way?
 
No sooner did Mary begin her small panic attack than a loud gurgle rocked her belly, forcing her mind to quiet down. She looked down at her stomach, still full and round, and towards the cup in her hand. She looked closer at the disc inside, and noticed that the gel-disc was bigger than it was a minute ago. The side of the disc that had originally been exposed to air jutted out, hundreds of thousands of microscopic bubbles now pushing it apart and giving that side a white color, while the same bubbles were just beginning to form in the areas that were now exposed to air. She watched in fascination and horror as the disc slowly grew before her eyes, to two...three...and then four times its original size over the course of a full minute before stopping, until the plastic cup that carried it bent unnaturally to accommodate the new shape and size.
 
Mary dropped the cup out of fear and quickly looked down to her own belly, her breathing scared and ragged. She felt...fine, actually. No larger than she was a half hour ago. The same blissful sensation of fullness in her stomach made panicking difficult, and in her peaceful state of mind she realized that there was no air inside of her for the hardened oobleck to expand with. She was safe. She was fine. It would all be okay.
 
A rumble in her guts disagreed.
 
Mary looked down worriedly. The bacteria in her guts had finally had enough time to start slowly breaking down the huge influx of sugars. And as a side-effect of breaking down all those sugars...
 
Mary gasped as another audible rumble reverberated through the entirety of her bloated stomach, shaking it. And then, she felt a pressure from inside. She grasped at her stomach, still able to fit her arms around it, and prayed for mercy as she crouched down in an attempt to push the pressure out to no avail. Her guts tried in vain to slowly digest the gigantic tube of jelly that wormed its way through her belly, and each bit of progress produced a small amount of gas. The gummy worm hungrily ate up the new gas, expanding as microscopic bubbles pushed it in all directions.
 
Another loud gurgle. Slowly, Mary's arms began to strain to wrap entirely around the bulk of her midsection as it fought against her for space. She could feel the tubes of her guts pressing against her arms as she tried in vain to hold it down, and she fell to the floor as the stretching sensation became too much for her. Another gurgle, and she could make out lumps beneath her pajamas as the distended shapes of her bowels pushed forward. She looked farther than pregnant, like she had swallowed a whole beach ball, like there were a mass of snakes just beneath her skin, and her stretchy pajamas strained to contain the growing pressure beneath.
 
The rumbles became regular instead of periodic, her guts generating gas at the same rate the oobleck used it to expand, and Mary fell to her back to accommodate her midsection. Her heart beat fast, her breathing fearful. She squeezed at her stomach in a useless attempt to calm it down, but she was rewarded with only more gurgles and rumbles. She could see the piping of her guts growing beneath her skin, now as thick as her wrists. She groaned as her skin pulled taut, the giant gummy worm inside her offering no respite as it pushed the rest of her insides out of the way to grow.
 
At the same time, something else was building up inside her, something Mary would never have expected in her time of fear. A warmth and pressure in her nether regions, which she recognized from a few days ago. A sensation that only grew bigger as her guts expanded from the assailant within, putting pressure on the rest of her organs.
 
Her onesie pajamas stretched tight against Mary's skin, clinging to her and digging into her shoulders as they creaked and whined for space. At the same time, the skin beneath was pulled impossibly tight, the intestines of her bulging guts now worryingly visible and the girth of her leg as her stomach weighed down on her. Her cloths pressed down on her and added to the pressure of her insides while her skin creaked and stretched in defiance to do the same, her small breasts pushed to her chin to make room. The warmth in her nethers was growing hotter by the second, and Mary found that her breaths were growing ragged no longer out of fear, but out of pleasure. She wanted something, bad.
 
Her guts stretched, pushing everything out of the way for more room as they gurgled and groaned. Her skin stretched, barely able to contain the pressure underneath. Her clothes stretched, pushing down on all of it. Every breath she took added to the pressure in her nether regions, until it grew unbearable. Mary took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air, and pushed as hard as she could.
 
The sound of ripping, so fast it was over before she knew it had happened. She squealed in reflex as all at once her clothes lost the battle, the tattered pieces of stretchy pajamas flinging themselves around the room, while at the same time her already-distended belly lurched upwards several inches, no longer constrained by its cloth prison. Her squeals continued until she was out of breath, her mind empty of anything but the sudden jolt of sheer pleasure that had accompanied it all.
 
A few moments later she gasped for air, her lungs burning from lack of oxygen. Mary opened her eyes, and saw her own stomach still sat ominously atop her while she laid on her back. She couldn't see anything past flesh in that direction, her torn pajamas outlining the freakishly distended belly. She looked like an anaconda had tried to squirm its way all the way through her. Her skin skill stretched impossibly thin over the sheer size of it, and the gurgles continued to ripple their way through her belly, but it seemed that the enormous gummy worm inside had finally decided it was finished.
 
A logical part of Mary's brain shouted that she should try to stand up, that she should be using this opportunity to try to push the hardened oobleck out before something else happened, but it was snuffed out by the sheer haze of pleasure the rest of her mind was still drunk on. She reached up, rubbing the sides of her belly, feeling the shapes underneath and reveling in how sensitive her skin felt to the touch. Seemingly of its own accord, her stomach teetered to one side and plopped to the floor, pulling her with it while her guts churned and rumbled with the movement.
"A-ahnn..."
 
Mary moaned in delight at the sudden rush of pressure in her guts and the sensation of her sensitive skin touching the cold stone floor, and had to catch her breath for a few moments as her nether regions were lit aflame once more. She hadn't passed out after the peak of the sensation like last time, and it seemed like her body was already wanting more. As lucidity slowly returned to her, Mary had to decline its offer. She needed to...fix this, somehow. She needed to look normal and clean up all of this before her parents got home in two days.
 
With a grunt of effort and fighting the pleasure of her full, swollen stomach, Mary slowly pushed herself to a standing position, finding herself no heavier than before the oobleck's growth spurt despite her new proportions. Maybe because most of the new mass was just air? A gurgle in her guts reminded her of why it had grown in the first place, and Mary stepped towards the door leading inside-
 
-and her foot slipped on one of the pipes she had missed during her earlier tidying session, sending the girl stumbling forward. She flailed her arms wildly, trying to regain balance, but fell forward just in front of the door and-
"-a-aAAHHN~"
Landing directly on her stomach, the pressure of her whole weight bearing down on her already-distended belly sent the feeling in her nether regions to skyrocket immediately, her whole body twitching and spasming wildly as it was propped up by the bulging mass beneath it.
"Ah! AH! MMMGH!"
Another wave of pressure and pleasure pushed in all directions as her stomach rumbled loudly, her guts repositioning themselves to better suit the weight on top of them. She tried to hold in her cries, but could only manage to stifle them as the burning in her nether regions returned for a third time. Mary could only see white, her mind a blank haze as the continued weight she placed on her own stomach caused another peak of pleasure, sapping the strength from her arms and legs and leaving her helpless to do anything but lay atop her massive belly and cry out again every time the pleasure became too much to bear. Eventually she succumbed to unconsciousness, her only respite from the vicious cycle.
 
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Mary awoke on her side, shivering upon the cold stone floor beneath her. Her arms were wrapped around her belly, unable to fully reach the other side. It was still huge, but she couldn't see the shape of her own guts beneath her skin anymore. She felt...nice, if somewhat disoriented. The haze of good-feels after waking up hadn't quite worn off yet. She could get used to that feeling. Dim light peeked from beneath the garage doors, and she guessed it was dawn.
 
With a grunt of effort, Mary pushed herself to her haunches, only to stop midway as she felt an unfamiliar object touching her backside. She craned her neck back to see what it was, and it seemed to be...the end of a giant gummy worm, ridges and all, poking out about a foot from her backside. It had the girth of her wrist, which was a remarkable step up from what it was, though still bigger than anything had ever even remotely made its way past her backside before. She must have relaxed her muscles while she was unconscious, and the pressure finally pushed it out after it had shrunk? In any case Mary finally had her ticket to freedom from this hell-worm inside of her, so she reached behind her to put a hand on the tail-end of it and tugged on the oobleck gummy worm...
 
...to no avail. She tried again, tugging harder this time, but the cherry flavored gel-worm refused to budge. Mary leaned to one side and put both hands around it, pulling on the tail as hard as she could with a grunt of exasperated effort...and gasped as she felt a sudden shift in her guts and an ache in her butt. The tail pulled out ever-so-slightly, one rib farther than it had been. Though it wasn't much, and her butt certainly didn't like the ridges pushing against it as it passed through, it was progress! She pulled again, grunting at the soreness in her backside, but her guts shifted a second time and the worm popped out slightly more, marking her progress rib by rib.
 
A few minutes passed before it got any easier, both because she had more worm to get a grip on and because her backside was slowly growing used to the girth passing through it. Mary pulled, a few more ridges came out, her guts rumbled and churned while her butt clenched in (lesser, at this point) pain, she caught her breath and repeated the process. Just when her behind was finally getting accustomed to the ridges, after about five whole feet of gummy worm, the length of it suddenly became much smoother, having conformed to the shape of her small intestine. She tugged more confidently and her guts gurgled in defiance as, bit by bit, they had to shrink to their original size as the massive object left them.
 
Mary pulled out another two feet, her belly churning and shrinking slightly with every tug, before the tingling sensation in her nethers returned. Was she...enjoying this? She gave the worm another tug and the sharp tingle in her nether regions confirmed that, oh yes, she liked this. She pulled more on the hardened oobleck gummy worm, eschewing caution to follow her hazy post-wakeup-pleasured brain, sometimes just yanking out as much as she could as fast as she could as her stomach shrunk with every tug and she whined with every breath.
 
Ten whole feet were out. Then twelve, thirteen, fourteen. For a time, Mary could physically see the worm leaving her guts, the individual tubes of her bulging intestines shrinking as she pulled out more and more, until her skin was finally slack enough that she couldn't make out the shape of her insides anymore. Her heart beat fast, she pulled harder on the gummy worm in her backside to please her burning nether regions. Fifteen, sixteen, she hadn't a clue how much was left, but she didn't want it to end. Seventeen, eighteen, her breath was ragged again and her stomach was shrinking rapidly. The pleasure in her nether regions reached a peak. Nineteen...
 
"Nnn! Ah! AAH!"
Mary cried out as she yanked the last three feet out of her all at once as a bolt of bliss shot into her head, and she slumped to the floor, her arms shakily supporting her as she fought to catch her breath. Her backside ached as it closed up, finally free from its obstruction, and her guts rumbled and churned as if they weren't used to this freedom. Her breathing slowly grew more steady as the post-peak pleasure haze dissipated over the course of a few minutes, and she sat up again, looking back at what she'd just pulled out of herself.
 
Twenty-one feet of giant red gummy worm. Looking at it piled up on top of itself, Mary found it hard to believe that had been inside her-- no, that even more than that had been inside her. She reminded herself that this had shrunk down to more than half its girth before she could push it out. Should she be impressed? Horrified? She was just thankful to be alive, truth be told. Mary felt her now-flattened stomach, once again in awe of her skin showing no evidence of the whole event. Once, she could consider a fluke. Two times was just blind luck. But three times, now, Mary had stretched enough to leave even the most well-kept skin in shambles, but her thin frame and light skin looked as natural as the day she was born. She had to be blessed with good genes or obscene luck, or both. Looking down at her small breasts, barely big enough to warrant a bra and now exposed due to her destroyed pajamas, she figured...maybe not the genes.
 
Looking at the mess of the garage, twenty-some feet of giant sticky gummy worm, piles upon piles of piping, and two vats of water, Mary knew she only had today to clean this all up. With an inhale that signaled the start of any big project, the queen of Do-It-Yourself got to work again.
 
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EPILOGUE
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"Sweetie?" the door clicked open the next day, and her father's voice echoed through the house, "Mary, we're home!"
"Hi, dad," Mary called from the couch, sporting sweatpants and a hoodie, "Have fun?"
Her father pushed through the doors with two suitcases in hand.
"Oh, it was great. Come help your old man get the bags from the car, will ya?"
Mary nodded, shutting off the television and heading for the door.
"Woof," her dad waved a hand in front of his face as she came near, "Really laying on the perfume today. You got a date or something?"
"Huh?"
"Hah, never mind, I guess," he chuckled, leaving his teenage daughter in silent bewilderment as he left for his bedroom with the bags in tow.
 
Mary blinked in confusion until she heard the door to her parents' room shutting, at which point she shook her head and made for the car in the driveway, where her mother was still unpacking.
"Sweetie!" she called as she noticed Mary, walking forward with her arms outstretched for a hug.
"Hi, mom," Mary greeted with the requisite enthusiasm, accepting the hug as any daughter would, "Have fun?"
"Oh, it was great," she perfectly parroted her husband's answer to Mary's amusement, and she kept the hug for longer than Mary expected, inhaling audibly through her nose.
"...my, what is that perfume?" she finally asked, catching Mary off guard again.
"Huh?"
"Your perfume, sweetie! You smell delightful; just like my favorite candy. It's a little bit strong, though...you should try it lighter next time. Do you have a date tonight?"
"Uh, n-no, no dates," Mary answered truthfully.
"Good, because you're still grounded. Buuut..."
Mary's expression lightened at that elongated 'buuut,' feeling a glimmer of hope for her future.
"...your father and I spoke a lot while we were on our beach honeymoon, and we decided that you'd love it!"
"...huh?"
"Sweetie, you need to get out of this house," she answered bluntly, "I know we grounded you for good reason, but...it's just not healthy to be cooped up all the time like this. So we're sending you to the resort."
"But mom!" Mary objected, already dreading the idea of going to a beach, let alone anywhere away from her workshop.
"But but but!" her mother interrupted, "Your father and I need to get back to work soon, so we can't come with you, but we've already bought you the tickets. It's five days at the beachside resort. You'll love it, sweetie!"
"But mom..."
"And when you're back, I'll consider letting you off of your grounding."
"I-I'd love to!" Mary's tone shifted. Her mother chuckled at her daughter's sudden change in tune once there was some incentive involved, and made for the front door.
"I knew you would, sweetie, now help unload the car. And get packing, the flight leaves tomorrow night!"