Into Kennedy’s Intestines
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
… the motion of the stomach change around him. No longer was it content to simply hold him tightly in place, with the occasionally, but futile, pulse to try and squish his mashed-up form into a more comfortable size. Now, it seemed to have gotten fed up with him. It began pulsing hard and rapidly for a new purpose: to hand this indigestible burden down for the next guy to deal with. And said next guy in question was Kennedy's lower intestine.
James could do nothing but groan internally as his foot was forced even deeper into his face. The fleshy walls pressed and pressed until all pieces of him within the milf were mushed together into a featureless blob, and then they pressed some more until that featureless blob was compacted down to near half it’s original size.
If anyone had been watching the sleeping Kennedy during the night, they would’ve seen her distended belly slowly shrink from a giant ball to a little less ballooning one, groaning and gurgling loudly all the while as it compressed it’s teenage prisoner. Yet despite the thunderous orchestra of bodily noises, Kennedy slept blissfully throughout. The only sign of anything that could even be perceived of as acknowledgment from the milf was her hand coming to gently rest upon the orb when she rolled onto her side in her sleep, but that was more likely nothing but a mere, simple coincidence.
Finally squashed into a size deemed acceptable by the milf’s body, the James-blob felt the entrance to the intestines open up beneath him, and without further ado, the impatient stomach rammed him through the small opening, squeezing him out like toothpaste being emptied from it’s tube as fast as possible. All too soon was James completely inside of the intestines, with the way he’d entered from practically slamming shut right behind, as if the stomach was saying “good riddance” to him, the indigestible nuisance.
Being inside the tunnel was very much like being inside the sack above: it was pitch-black, James was cramped beyond believe, and it smelt horrible in here, but it differed in a fair few ways. For one, unlike the stomach which had simply held him until it had grown fed up with him, in here he could feel himself slowly being dragged in further, advancing at a snail’s pace along what was, considering what he remembered learning about the human body in biology class, sure to be a lengthy journey. For another, in place of the irritating acid was a soft suction being applied to him by the guiding walls, trying and failing to slurp him through. It was an awkward feeling, but not as annoying as his past acidic bath, and thankfully it seemed to lack either the strength or ability to pull his unprocessed form into Kennedy's body.
He just hoped it would stay that way.
James could do nothing but groan internally as his foot was forced even deeper into his face. The fleshy walls pressed and pressed until all pieces of him within the milf were mushed together into a featureless blob, and then they pressed some more until that featureless blob was compacted down to near half it’s original size.
If anyone had been watching the sleeping Kennedy during the night, they would’ve seen her distended belly slowly shrink from a giant ball to a little less ballooning one, groaning and gurgling loudly all the while as it compressed it’s teenage prisoner. Yet despite the thunderous orchestra of bodily noises, Kennedy slept blissfully throughout. The only sign of anything that could even be perceived of as acknowledgment from the milf was her hand coming to gently rest upon the orb when she rolled onto her side in her sleep, but that was more likely nothing but a mere, simple coincidence.
Finally squashed into a size deemed acceptable by the milf’s body, the James-blob felt the entrance to the intestines open up beneath him, and without further ado, the impatient stomach rammed him through the small opening, squeezing him out like toothpaste being emptied from it’s tube as fast as possible. All too soon was James completely inside of the intestines, with the way he’d entered from practically slamming shut right behind, as if the stomach was saying “good riddance” to him, the indigestible nuisance.
Being inside the tunnel was very much like being inside the sack above: it was pitch-black, James was cramped beyond believe, and it smelt horrible in here, but it differed in a fair few ways. For one, unlike the stomach which had simply held him until it had grown fed up with him, in here he could feel himself slowly being dragged in further, advancing at a snail’s pace along what was, considering what he remembered learning about the human body in biology class, sure to be a lengthy journey. For another, in place of the irritating acid was a soft suction being applied to him by the guiding walls, trying and failing to slurp him through. It was an awkward feeling, but not as annoying as his past acidic bath, and thankfully it seemed to lack either the strength or ability to pull his unprocessed form into Kennedy's body.
He just hoped it would stay that way.
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