Bailey felt Tony loosen and relaxed her stomach, turning so that the two of them were on their sides, then rolling again until he was on top of her, head lodged firmly within her belly. She used her legs to prop him up a bit until his upper body was tilted down, then let out a slow breath, using her hands to assist as her belly button stretched around his shoulders and chest. He'd passed out. She hadn't meant for that to happen. She hoped he wasn't dead. The thought made her feel a little sick, but a wave of hot pleasure overrode her guilt as her hungry abdomen sucked the boy down elbows deep. She sensed a twitch of movement. That was good.
Crossing her legs, she squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her sides and smiling broadly as she swallowed him down to his butt. She pushed herself back against the wall, then scooted herself up into a sitting position, giggling at the comical sight. Two pairs of legs were seemingly coming from the same body. Tony's legs protruded from a tight ring of flesh in her midsection, but that was the only sign of him. The rest of him had seemingly disappeared. Still, she knew he was inside of her. She could feel his sluggish movements as he must have found some air. He'd be kicking soon. She stood up slowly, at first leaning forward a bit and using gravity to push herself down onto him, driving his but up into her. She straightened out then, his legs just beginning to struggle as she placed both hands on her upper abs and took a breath, pulling him in inch by inch. She removed his shoes, seeing a bit of dirt on them and not liking the idea of the rough, dust covered sneakers slipping through her navel. Bailey continued to slurp up his legs with a slightly wet sound, but the voracious lips at the center of her abdomen didn't smack as his feet disappeared. Rather, her belly button seemed to give a cartoonish gulp as the folds twisted shut and the whole of her lower stomach bulged for a moment then snapped back with a rumble. She ran a hand over her flawless skin and blushed with satisfaction, feeling heat and electricity drifting down till she had to cross her legs and lean against the wall for several minutes waiting for it to pass.

* * *
Tony woke up suddenly, gasping for air and somehow finding it once more available. He could barely move, held tightly and squeezed from all sides in what felt like a warm fleshy sack. It was pitch black inside. He was curled up in a fetal position, but at least he felt as though he were upright. He strained to move his arms and legs, but while the soft slick walls gave a little bit, they also pressed back with unbelievable strength. He heard a girlish giggle echo above him, then a series of hollow booms as though someone were patting a large drum...or a stomach. Tony screamed.
"Let me out! What the fuck? What the Hell Damned Fuck?!"
"Shhhh!" Bailey's voice vibrated through the walls, "Settle down, Tony! Jesus, you want the whole school to hear you?"
"I want you to let me out!" Tony screamed, letting out another string of random curses.
Suddenly, the walls around him flexed inwards, and Tony found his knees being pressed back into his chest while his arms were bent at his sides. His back cracked and he gasped as his head was forced down.
"Ssstop! Fuck!" He cried out.
"If you stay quiet, I'll stop," Bailey replied sweetly.
"Okay," Tony gasped as Bailey relaxed her abdominal muscles and he could breathe again.
"Where the fuck am I?" he asked.
"You're inside my belly," Bailey giggled, "Can you believe it? I can't even tell."
"That's not possible," Tony replied, "The human stomach is only the size of like two fists. You'd have to stretch to twice your size."
"Oh I'm not stretched," Bailey snickered, "Actually, my abs look pretty good right now. I'll show you in a minute."
Tony felt the sack containing him tighten around his sides, while opening wider beneath his feet, slowly maneuvering him into a straight position with his legs out and his arms at his sides. It became a tube, squeezing him forwards, damp flesh sliding over his face as he passed through like a worm until he came to a dead end. Then, the darkness was pierced by a thin crack of light, which widened as Bailey stretched her navel wide enough to allow his face to peek out.
At first, the lights were so bright that he couldn't tell what he was looking at. Then, he realized he was in the girl's locker room, standing in front of a low sink with a tall mirror. There was his face, red and scrunched like an old tomatoe, stuck tight in the center of a girl's slender stomach like a gaudy, oversized belly button ring. Bailey held her shirt open and smiled at him from the mirror.
"See? Not even a big deal, right? I could almost forget about you in there."
She laughed, and Tony began to protest, but even as he opened his mouth he felt her belly button squeezing shut, sliding down over his forehead and eyes. He managed a muffled cry as he was forced back down, her insides masaging him as he went, lulling him into a state of semi drowsiness which at once jarred against the white hot panic in the back of his throat. It was so dark...so tight! He couldn't move and breathing was just difficult enough that were it not for the effort of whatever inner workings she was using to massage him from head to toe, he'd be full on hyperventillating. He screamed against the slick walls of his prison, but he could barely hear himself with all sides pressing around his head. He kept sinking and sinking and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Bailey went to her cheer practice then. Tony knew, because he could hear them chanting and feel the whole world bouncing up and down in time. All of the pretty, popular girls of Dunwich High School were there, stretching, chanting and flipping around. Ms. Irons was standing in as a substitute coach since Mrs. Lackner was home with the stomach flu. Tony struggled and screamed the whole practice, but no one seemed to notice. At least, that was what he thought until the girls finally finished running through their routines and most of the group left the gymnasium. Ms. Irons asked a few of them to hang around and help her clean up. It sounded like Bailey and three or four others volunteered. In the relative quiet, Tony renewed his attempts to be heard, discouraged only slightly when Bailey slapped her bare stomach and flexed hard, warning him that she wouldn't care if she hurt him. When the girls followed Ms. Irons into the locker room, he had almost given up until the teacher said something to the girls that he hadn't expected.
"Alright, now which one of you has a boy in your belly?" Ms. Irons asked, facing the girls down between two rows of lockers.
Bailey and the others had finished changing for the most part. She pulled her jeans up and slipped off her cheer top, adjusting the elastic hem of her sports bra. She stared up at the woman innocently, at the same time her eyes darting back and forth between the other girls. Her gaze hesitated particularly long on Ariela, who was looking down at her own muscular abdomen, touching her side wistfully.
"Don't think I can tell?" Chelsey asked, "Are you forgetting already who taught this to you?"
"I'm sorry," Bailey blurted out, "I couldn't stop myself. It just sort of...happened."
Tony felt hope rise in his chest. It wasn't a sure hope. He was still trapped in the dark; still locked deep down inside his dream girl's stomach. Ms. Irons seemed to have just admitted to be the cause of it. That could mean things were not going to get better, but there was a chance. Perhaps to keep their secret, they could just kill kids at a high school, could they? That would be stupid. Then again...his mind drifted to the three missing boys and his heart sank. He shivered, a small whimper escaping his lips.
"Alright, lets see him," Chelsey demanded, stepping up in front of Bailey so that she towered over the teen.
Bailey looked to the other girls, who all seemed more interested than shocked. None of them seemed to have been able to do it yet. Either that, or they hadn't tried because they were afraid of failing. Bailey let her hands fall to her sides, then relaxed her abs and let her lower stomach bulge slightly until the outline of a face could be seen beneath her skin. Tony gave a muffled cry, then gasped for air as her navel stretched open and his face emerged.
"Help! Please!" he cried, only to have Bailey's hand clamp down over his mouth.
"Are you serious right now?" she hissed.
"Bailey," Chelsey said sharply, causing her to remove her hand.
Ms. Irons gazed down at Tony. His eyes wandered from each girl to the tall adult at the center of the half circle that had formed around him. None of them looked concerned. A couple of them were smirking. Ariela, the raven haired, caramel skinned beauty from the exchange program, seemed to be practically salivating. Her lips were parted, eyes wide and intense. One hand was gently touching the edge of her navel. Tony looked back up at Ms. Irons.
"Oh, Tony," she muttered, shaking her head, "What have you gotten yourself into?"
"I'm dreaming," he said, trying to sound confident as he closed his eyes, "I'm going to wake up, now."
The girls laughed and Tony felt himself sinking back, the lips of Bailey's navel starting to slide over his face.
"Help!" he screamed, "In the locker room! Hel-
Bailey cut him off again with both hands. Ms. Irons took a step back and Tony shivered as he realized his mistake. She unbuttoned her sweater and rolled up her undershirt, revealing a long, well toned stomach with a deep navel at the center sporting a small mole just beneath it. She gave him a little wink and rolled her belly to show it off.
"This isn't a dream, Tony," she said, "But don't worry. You're in good hands...well, you're safe anyways. I promise there's nothing to be afraid of. No one here is going to hurt you. Look."
Chelsey stepped closer, pressing her belly against Bailey's until Tony's nose was inside her belly button. He could feel it pulling at him, drawing him close. He couldn't stop shaking. He almost started to cry. She stepped back and gave him a little wink.
"You see? Not so bad in there, is it?" she looked up at the others, "Alright, girls. I think this is actually a perfect opportunity to get some practice in. You've all learned now to awaken your center. The purpose of this is to connect to the other side, but in order to do that, you need a partner. Now, since Bailey has found a volunteer, I think it would be good for all of you to see what it's like to take someone in. Now we can't do it here, because he's probably going to be a bit upset and we don't want anyone hearing him. That's something you always need to take into consideration. So get changed and get in your cars. You can all follow me to my place."
Tony felt his heart pounding harder, but there was nothing he could do as he was sucked back down into Bailey's abdomen, the ring of her belly button closing slowly as the other girls watched with fascination...and anticipation.

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