Jax gets tired of Pomni annoying him all the time, and takes action to finally quiet her down.

Bit of a different type of story from me this time, but I think it came out well! I hope you enjoy.

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From the second Pomni showed up in the Digital Circus, shivering and shaking like she’d just been born again - which I guess she had been in a way, but that’s beside the point - I’d been keeping my eye on her. See, we all have our little habits here in the Circus to stop us from going crazy and getting hauled off to the Abstraction pit. Mine happens to be a bit, well, I guess you could call it specific, and Pomni fit my needs just fine.

I needed someone who was weak, a bit pathetic, and had “Going to abstract within the week they get here” written all over them. If I went for someone who was obviously going to become a more permanent member of the crew, so to speak, I probably woulda been found out by now. This way, when my victims up and disappear, no one thinks to look for them. Everyone assumes Caine quietly took care of them, as he usually does. And Caine doesn’t ask anything because, once you get past the Demented Performer shtick, he’s a barely operational bucket-of-bolts AI. This one time, I busted out the ol’ “This statement is false” paradox on him, and it kept him occupied for hours.

Really, though, the hardest part of taking care of Pomni was getting a hold of her room key. She watched that thing like a hawk, probably because I mouthed off in front of her about having a key to everyone’s rooms. I got a hold of a copy eventually though, and snuck into her room in the middle of the night, long after everyone else had gone to bed. While we don’t need to sleep, everyone here does try to get at least some shut eye each night - it’s the only piece of peace you’re gonna get in this hole.

I was a bit shocked when I came in because Pomni was still awake, and she shrieked a little as I entered the room. She backed up against the wall, pulling the blanket up right to below her eyes. “Jax? What are you doing here?”

I shut the door behind me and locked it. “Oh don’t mind me,” I said. “I just wanted to come here and offer you a little something.”

“I don’t care what it is,” Pomni said. “Now get out of my room before I call Caine!”

“Not even if it’s a way out of this place?”

Pomni shut up at that. She looked me over like she was seeing me for the first time or something. “You’re joking.”

I held my hands up with the palms out, trying to show that I really wasn’t hiding anything. “No, for real. I don’t share it with anyone normally, but honestly, you’re so sad that it’s really bringing down everyone’s vibe, so I’ll share it with you.”

She didn’t look like she believed me, but she did drop the blanket. “I know this is another one of your stupid pranks. But ok, I’ll hear you out,” she said, sounding all desperate-like.

“Alright so here’s the deal,” I told Pomni as I sat down next to her, “I can put you somewhere where you won’t have to deal with any of this crap. No adventures, or tasks from Caine, or anything like that.” My stomach rumbled as I looked her over. That cute precious little jester body would go down so easily, I thought.

Pomni looked at me a bit guarded. “So it’s not even an escape from the Circus then…? Sorry but I’m not interested.”

I leaned over her, and my shadow fell over her small body like a mountain eclipsing some pebble. My hand reached around her, and I pulled her in all close. “I don’t think you understand, sweetheart. I’m not asking.”

Her body went still and she glared at me. “Riiiiiiight. Look, you have ten seconds to get out of my room Jax, or I’m gonna run and scream and wake everyone up, and then you’ll be in deep $%!@$.”

“That’s plenty of time to do what I gotta do,” I said, scooping Pomni up in my hands. She thrashed and wiggled, and started screaming too, but I shut her up right quick. My mouth opened wide and I stuffed her in-head first, her body wriggling in my arms and I held her tight and swallowed, watching as her top half vanished into my throat. I swallowed a second time, forcing more of her into my mouth as I tossed my head back, my arms grabbing her legs and shoving her down. One last heavy gulp was all it took to carry her down to my stomach, something she wasn’t really pleased with, but that didn’t matter at this point, y’know?

I leaned back on her pillows and let out a burp, a pretty loud one if I remember right. Pomni was really screaming now. Kicking, punching, thrashing, and all that other good stuff. My gut was holding her real tight, so her screams never left her room. I grinned wide and asked her, “How’s it feeling in there, Pomni?”

“Let me OUT Jax! This is gross, it isn’t funny!” Pomni shouted, all angry and stuff.

“I don’t think it’s funny! Well, your struggles and screams are pretty funny, but the general circumstance? Yeah I-”

“Shut up! I can see it starting to melt my clothes, get me out of here!” My stomach was already closing in around her, making it harder to hear what she was saying. I slapped a gloved hand on my belly, imagining what my body would look like once her weight was added to it. I was tired like of having such a thin body, right?

“Yeah, you know I would and all, but man am I tired. Eating such a big meal does that to you. Hope you don’t mind if I take a nap here for a while,” I said, snuggling under Pomni’s admittedly-comfortable blanket and squishing myself against her pillows.

Pomni said something in response to this, but I clenched my gut and she let out this sudden shout of fear and panic. By the sounds of it, my stomach was already hard at work on digesting her. It was hard to hear her anymore under all that gurgling and churning! And I really was tired, so I cuddled up on the bed and tried to sleep, and found that sleep actually came pretty easily for once. Maybe it was the excitement of knowing what’d be waiting for me when I woke up.

I think I must’ve gotten up four or five hours later, to the sounds and feelings of Pomni screaming and wrestling about in my gut. “Uggghhhhh…. Can you keep it down in there?” I asked, slapping my belly repeatedly. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”

I ran my hands over my stomach, feeling that it had already gotten all soft, Pomni’s once-solid form starting to break down into sludge or whatever it is that food gets turned into when it’s digested. “Yeah, look, I know you’re in horrible pain and all,” I said, smacking the bulge where Pomni was struggling, “but we all got problems! Quiet down in there, or you won’t like what I gotta do next!”

But she just kept screaming and whining, the usual stuff my victims did once my gut really got to work on ‘em. I groaned, wanting to shut her up fast. So I put my hands on my gut and pushed in, squishing and crushing my stomach as I clenched it, hearing and feeling Pomni get all crushed and melted down in there, her cries rising up for a second or two before getting shut up, getting swallowed and covered up by the heavy sounds of my stomach dealing with her. I kept going, kneading and clenching and crushing her up until nothing was left in my gut but Pomni sludge.

“Ahhh, much better!” I moaned as she finally shut up. A heavy slap made my stomach wobble, and I felt everything left of Pomni slosh around in there. I was almost ready to go back to sleep when a vague struggle from my stomach caught my attention. I grinned all wicked-like again. I almost forgot about my favorite part!

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention,” I said, sitting up and seeing what was left of Pomni slosh around in the bulge of my stomach under my overalls, “see, you can’t really die in the Circus, not even like this! So you’ll be stuck in there digesting for a good while longer while my body absorbs you, right?”

There was another vague struggle, followed by what must’ve been a cry for help or somethin’, but her body was all so destroyed and sludged-up that it came out as a guttural guuuuuuuuurgloooooooooorp…

“Right. Well, you get comfortable in there, I’m gonna catch some shut eye.” And I did! Honestly, Pomni was much nicer that way. A lot more quiet and all. I slept soundly through the whole night, only waking up because Caine barged into Pomni’s room with a literal battering ram, shouting like he was at the charge of some army brigade or something, only stopping when he saw it was just me in Pomni’s bed.

“Jax! What are you doing in Pomni’s room?” Caine said. “You’re not getting up to any… illicit activities with Pomni, are you?”

At the sound of his voice I felt some more vague thrashing in my stomach. Pomni, who must’ve been in so much pain and fear and stuff, tried to call for some help. But again, all that came out was this pathetic little gluuuuuuurge…

I smacked my belly hoping to shut her up. “Oh? I’m in Pomni’s room? I must’ve sleepwalked here or something, I don’t remember. As you can tell, I had a little too much to eat and drink last night!”

“Of course! A natural mistake!” Caine said, nodding his head as if this actually was a natural mistake everyone could relate to. “But where’s Pomni? My device says she should be here!” he said, looking down at a tablet sort of thing he had in his hands.

“Does a set of all sets contain itself?” I asked.

“What?” Caine said, the gears of his AI brain creaking.

“Well, I was just wondering, before we look for Pomni, does a set of all sets contain itself?”

“I suppose it-” And that was as far as Caine got. The paradox wracked his little robot brain, and he prattled to the floor like a statue that’d just been knocked over, except he didn’t explode into rubles like statues usually do when they tip.

I grasped my stomach with both hands, squishing and sloshing the Pomni sludge swishing around in my gut. “Sorry Pomni! Looks like you’re stuck with me!”

Another one of those guttural noises came up from Pomni, but underneath it I could hear my belly churning and stuff as it got to work turning her into weight. It’d take a while - probably a couple weeks at least of slowly melting away in there, the pain getting worse and all, no one knowing she was suffering as her cries for help got weaker and more screwed up. But hey! She was gonna give me some killer curves at the end of all this, so who can say if it was the wrong thing to do or not?

There’s not too much more to tell after that. The rest of the cast gave me weird looks at first since my stomach was so huge and all, and was always making those weird guttural noises thanks to Pomni. But I think they all got the idea of what’d happen to them next if they made a fuss about it. Caine stopped asking about Pomni, and honestly seemed to forget she existed after I ran him through a few more paradoxes. And throughout it all poor Pomni was sitting there getting tortured in my gut, her body getting sludgier and softer and all as she was melted away.

At the start of it my stomach must’ve been at least twice as big as Bubble, but every day it shrunk some more, Pomni’s weight getting added to my own as she got all churned away. My overalls were soon fit to bursting as Pomni made my hips wide as a doorway, and my thighs got thick enough that I had to squeeze sideways through most openings. That was, if the fat stomach, which was only as large as, well, one of Bubble now, didn’t get in the way first.

But really though, the main place Pomni seemed to go was my ass, which was fitting I think. She was sad and pathetic enough that it really made sense for her to end up back there. My rear got almost as large as my stomach, and I felt my overalls rip here and there around them as the weight got too much for them to hold in. Really, all of that brings me to where I am today, where the last of Pomni was finally digested on my body, finally rounding out all the killer curves she gave me.

That’s not the best part though. The best part is the little secret that only I know: that Pomni is still aware back there. See, you can’t die in the Digital Circus. Your consciousness always goes on. So, when I absorbed Pomni’s body, she didn’t actually die - she just became, well, conscious weight I guess. I can just tell, I know Pomni ended up back there on my rear, made to feel as her new form wobbles and jiggles around, nothing left of her but my ass.

I grabbed my asscheeks earlier and wobbled them around, making them clap together, that sort of thing. “How’re you enjoying yourself back there, Pomni?” I asked, even though I knew I wouldn’t get an answer. I’m sure she’s screaming and begging or whatever else back there, unable to do anything but shake around as part of my weight, but that hardly matters anymore. Whenever I sit down now, I make sure to grind my ass on the seat, as my own little way of rubbing Pomni’s fate in her face or something.

Honestly, this will sound warped, but this is how I keep myself from Abstracting. This way, by picking off those new easy marks that show up now and then, I can keep myself sane, by reminding and proving to myself that someone else always has it worse. I’d almost feel bad for Pomni - if she hadn’t spent so much time annoying me.

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