Under normal circumstances, your humid, claustrophobic surroundings would seem like a nightmare. But as Rachel pats you reassuringly through
her stomach wall, her stomach doesn't seem like such a bad place anymore. Rachel is making you feel right at home.
You feel giddy as her stomach acids bathe you, realizing that nothing hurts.
"Troy, I'm going to poke you in four different places. Tell me if you feel them all."
You feel a finger bluntly poke your head, then your chest, then your member (how did Rachel know where that was?), but no fourth poke.
"Rachel? What about the fourth poke?"
"I poked your feet. Did you feel it?"
"... no."
On second thought, your feet don't seem to feel anything. You still feel *aware* of your feet, but they don't seem to feel anything.
"Well, it's going to plan then."
"... WHAT?"
You reach for your feet, somewhat difficult given your fetal position, but when your hands finally wiggle past the rest of your body, they suddenly
encounter a soft jelly. Rachel hears you swear very, very loudly.
"Please, Troy, don't panic. You didn't think you'd come out the other end in one piece, did you?"
"The other end?"
"I'm not the best at anal vore." Rachel says. "Not that I've, uh, tried it or anything, it's just gross." she quickly adds. What is she getting at? "Your secondary form will be a much better fit for my... back door."
It's really cute to hear Rachel so diffident about discussing her 'back door'. She's taking your mind off your immediate panic.
"Don't struggle, Troy. It won't hurt, I promise."
"That's not enough to reassure me," you say, your voice hoarse for some reason.
"Shhh."
Rachel continues to pat you for almost an hour before you no longer feel the soft, wet confines of her stomach.
Outside, Nichole returns to the lab to find Rachel contentedly rubbing her belly, which looks much rounder and compact now. Less compact, in fact, than Rachel's.
"Nichole?"
"What? You took so long I had to get a snack," she says, belching loudly. "Speaking of snacks, how's yours?"
"I don't know. He stopped talking."
Nichole pokes Rachel's belly and hears it slosh around.
"Damn you, if he wasn't screaming or sobbing uncontrollably, I think it worked."
"It worked when you ate me," says Rachel triumphantly. "And it will work for Troy."
Nichole turns red. "Do. Not. Mention that. Again. Please."
"Nichole, I know that mentioning that in front of anyone else would get you in horrible trouble for voring another girl. We don't have to mention that."
"And you won't mention, um, where the formula comes from?"
"Why would I? It will be a protected trade secret."
Nichole chuckles as she get's Rachel's drift. "After all that talk of saving all the world's boys from the sewer system, I thought you were being altruistic. I'm glad I was wrong."
"I never said I'd save *all* the world's boys, just the ones that girls happen to like. The school will be a great testing ground. We'll need
a lot more test subjects before we get anyone smarter than Troy to take the formula."
"Good one, Rachel! I really thought you were smitten with that dumbass!"
Rachel looks away.
"You *do* like him!"
"You know, as dumb as he seems," Rachel says, smiling, "he was smart enough not to let *you* eat him."
"You have a good point." concedes Nichole.
