Belly Button Prison Giantess/Shrinking & Farts chapter 6 by sagget69

After safely securing you in the confines of her navel, Jordana began the brief trek from the living room couch back to the kitchen to grab some grub. Her massive belly jiggled and wobbled violently with every step she took almost like it had a life of its own.

Meanwhile, within Jordana's belly button, the walls of her powerful stomach held you firmly in place. It was a hot summer day, and the inside of her belly button was humid and slick with perspiration, which caused you to slide deep into the recesses of her navel.

"Does she ever wash this thing," you wondered out loud as you took note of the belly button lint trapped alongside you. You wanted to pinch your nose because of the smell, but alas her stomach muscles and belly fat were too much for your body to resist and you remained completely at her mercy.

Jordana was enjoying the subtle tickles caused by your futile struggles within her belly button. Her cheeks flushed a faint peach color as she thought about how you were technically inside her. She quickly pushed that thought out reminding herself that there would be plenty of time for stuff like that later. Officially, she was here to look after the house; however, her secret mission was to get closer to you. She had known you since you were a kid, but she'd always instilled fear in you even when she didn't mean to. Now that you were in your late teens, she was hoping to exploit your male hormones to make you see her as a woman using her bountiful figure.

You couldn't tell what was happening on the outside, but you'd noticed that Jordana's belly wasn't jiggling as much as it was, which gave you some breathing room. Jordana entered the kitchen and began whipping up a large burrito full of refried beans to satisfy her hunger. Once it was finished, she put it on a plate and sat down at the kitchen table. As she dug into the burrito, you could hear the sounds of her stomach from inside her navel. Her stomach growled and churned ominously. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to recognize that there was a demon brewing inside her gut. You could feel her stomach bloating slightly from all the gases that were accruing inside of it.

After she finished her meal, Jordana hopped out of her chair and made her way back to your bedroom where she allowed herself to fall backwards onto your bed. She looked down at her gut and smiled as she shook her belly back and forth.

"Guess I'd better let the twerp out." Jordana flexed her stomach muscles and the pressure caused you to shoot out of her navel and land on her belly.

The experience was incredibly disorienting for you. When you collected yourself you once again beheld the sight of Jordana grinning down at you.

"Did you enjoy the ride, squirt?"

"What are you going to do to me," you asked trembling.

Jordana rolled her eyes realizing this was going to take more work than she thought.

"I was thinking we could have some fun together."

"What kind of fun," you asked apprehensively.

Jordana smiled a big toothy grin. "I was thinking we could..."