You slowly opened your eyes with a groan and pressed the palm of your hand against your temple. There was a pounding in your head that felt like you'd been kicked by a mule. You tried to stand up but quickly lost your footing. You braced yourself for the impact, but when it came it didn't hurt.

"What the hell?"

Your hands and feet sunk into the ground. You noticed that this wasn't your kitchen's hardwood flooring. The ground was much squishier and had a pale coloration to it. You managed to gain your footing and gazed out across the horizon. The pale landscape stretched on for what seemed like miles. In the distance, you could make out furniture from your living room, but that couldn't be right.

“Where am I?”

You heard a low rumbling sound as the ground beneath your feet trembled. Is there an earthquake?

“Hahaha! Seems like I could go for a meal myself,” you heard a deep voice boom from overhead. You looked up and recoiled at the terrifying sight looming over you. You could barely believe your eyes. Jordana’s face, now several times larger than your house, hung over you ominously. Jordana herself had a smug grin plastered on her face as she spoke to you.

“Wanna be my little snack, twerp?”

Jordana must have noticed the extreme dread on your face since she rolled her eyes at the sight. “Relax, twerp! I only meant that I could go for a sandwich myself. We can save the kinky stuff for later,” she laughed.

You didn’t feel the same level of humor about the situation that she did. Something about Jordana swallowing you whole just didn’t tickle your funny bone. Merely thinking about it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hold on! Where am I,” you asked.

“Somewhere you should be very familiar with,” Jordana smirked.

“I’ve never been here before! What is this place?”

“I’m hurt that you don’t remember! After all, you’ve been pinned under it many times over the years whenever we’ve wrestled.”

That’s when it hit you. “Wait… am I on your stomach?”

“Bingo!”

You scanned the horizon and noticed a large pit in the distance surrounded by rolling hills of belly fat. Is that her belly button?

“Why am I this small,” you asked indignantly.

“Zoey has been working on shrinking technology for over a decade. She made some prototype shrinking pills as part of one of her college science projects. She was having trouble finding a good test subject, so yours truly offered to test it out on you.”

“Why would you do that,” you said stomping your foot on the ground, which didn’t create the image of righteous fury you’d intended. It just caused your foot to sink into her belly. You comically lost your balance and landed face-first on her gut.

“Enough talk! I’m starving. Although… I can’t just leave you here in the living room.

Otherwise, I might lose track of you. We can’t have that. Better put you somewhere safe.”

“What do you mean?”

Jordana placed her hands on the sides of her massive belly and started kneading it. The resulting tidal waves of belly fat tossed you around like a bath toy in a tsunami. With each movement of her hands, you were thrown back and forth repeatedly smacking against walls of flesh. You were completely disoriented, but you could tell where Jordana was guiding you. Her belly button, which had seemed a distant threat before, was getting ever closer. Another tidal wave of flesh launched you across her belly and sent you skipping across her gut like a rock on a lake sending you on a crash course for her belly button. You tumbled across her belly, but fortunately, you managed to come to a stop just before falling into her belly button. You breathed a sigh of relief; however, your moment of respite was short-lived. Jordana flexed her powerful gut muscles, which caused you to shoot into the air. From Jordana’s perspective, it probably seemed like you’d only been thrown up a few inches, but to you, it felt like miles. You began to decelerate and soon you were plummeting back towards the ground. You looked down and saw Jordana’s cavernous belly button poised to swallow you whole. There was no escaping it this time. You let out a scream as you fell into Jordana’s navel. The walls around you were a familiar shade of pale white. You plummeted through the fleshy tube until the walls around you ground you to a halt. You were completely enveloped by her belly button. Jordana shook her gut approvingly as she stood up from the couch.

“Passenger secured,” she celebrated.

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