You scream and thrash inside the small fairy, but your even tinier form is too has too little impact to wake her, your protests being muted by the flesh of her abdomen and the grumbling of her gut.

Flit sighs happily in her sleep, unconsciously rubbing a hand over the bulge in her middle as her belly gurgles and burbles around you, her acids steadily numbing your skin. as you soften and churn inside her, the smooth undulations of her belly carefully rocking you into oblivion.

The following morning, Flit wakes, yawning and stretching the tiredness out of her limbs after a blissful night's sleep.

"Mmmm... I slept so well..." She rests her hands on the small lump still present at the base of her abdomen, absently caressing what little remains of you, still held inside her. Then she realises what she is doing, glancing down at the lump in confusion, before an expression of horror spreads across her face. "Oh... Oh no... I didn't..." She clutches at the lump, feeling the pressure steadily building in her bowels until she can take it no more.

With frantic movements, she slides down her panties and crouches down next to her bed. She emits a worried grunt of effort and then she is squeezing you back out. a long dark coil of waste forms below her, studded with fragments of your skeleton. Finally the section containing your skull plops down onto the pile and she absently wipes herself before turning fearfully to survey what she has made of you.



"Oh... Oh dear..." She pauses in shock, staring down at the tiny pile beneath her. "I'm so sorry... you fell asleep and I just... fell asleep too. And now this happened... Oh why would you fall asleep in a belly, you moron!" She sighs and turns away from the pile.

"Well... I guess this does make me an actual pred now..." She says contemplatively. "Oh... But how the hell am I going to explain this to the others!"