The Not So Invincible James
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
learngerman
Something was wrong, James realized. When he had been eaten by the dog, as much as it pained him to remember, it had been a smooth process. His chewed up body spent a half hour in its stomach before being pushed through the rest of the system, which then wound up passing him later that night. Even if human systems were different, it didn't seem right that he spent most of the day in the stomach, unmoving. It was taking too long.
James, unfortunately, was right. Instead of passing him along, like the dog's digestive system had done, Kennedy's intestines were much more resilient. Perhaps lending to their own's personality, they were determined to break down whatever seemed to be clogging her stomach up. Therefore, rather than give up, her digestive system developed a more powerful, more potent stomach acid. In normal conditions the mixture would have been enough to eat away at Kennedy's own lining in a course of a few hours, but this was only a temporary solution.
He first noticed it around midnight, after Kennedy had passed out belly-up on her king-sized bed. The normal strength acid, which had barely sizzled his skin, leaving it pinker than usual, had drained from the chamber. In its place flooded a new liquid, one far more acidic in content. It actually burned, eating away at his flesh. James screamed as he experienced true pain for the first time, though his desperate yells were muffled by the walls of flesh and sinew that encased him. Outside, they sounded like light moans.
His chewed up state meant that the acid was able to attack more his body at once, leaving him little resistance to the digestive juice. In minutes his body was broken down, melted in a nutritious calorie-rich soup. Kennedy's globular belly receded in size, though by the end was still somewhat round in shape.
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The next morning Kennedy awoke, groggy as hell. Her experiences the previous day had exhausted her and even with a full nights sleep she still felt a touch tired. She stumbled into her personal bathroom, intending to address the immense pressure that was braced against her colon. As far as she knew, James was ready to come out.
"He he he," she laughed, shaking her behind. "Ready to come out, James? I can feel you pressing against my anus. Hope the toilet water ain't too cold!"
Had Kennedy realized that the weight in her back end was far lighter than it should have been, she might have noticed that something was up. She didn't, however, and let nature take its course, depositing a full load of excrement into the bowl. With a smile she turned around, only to be met by something far browner than she expected.
"W-what? Guess he must have gotten trapped behind yesterday's breakfast. I can still feel a lot in there. Here goes nothing!"
After a flush, she again released her contents but was still shocked to find more crap and nothing of James's puddy body. The processes continued for half an hour and through numerous flushes before it finally hit her. She had digested James.
Upon realizing the young man's fate, she also came to another shocking truth. Gazing at her body in a mirror, Kennedy realized that she had put on considerable weight. Her belly had taken on a belt of flabby fat, permanently covering her washboard abs. Her thighs had plumped up as well, pressing against one another with each step. Her butt was even more jiggly than before, straining her booty shorts severely. Her breasts had swollen as well, to an even more impressive F-cup. Finally, a small double chin formed beneath her first one, signifying that she had indeed become chubby.
The fitness minded woman would have normally been freak out, but the fact that her fat was made of James made it all seem better, somehow. Seem hot, even. She dug a finger into her fat belly, giggling as it sank in.
"Poor James, how does it feel to be my fat? Guess you can't really answer that, can ya?"
That's when yet another realization hit her. Jogging her chubby little butt to the other room, she dived into the dressed, finding his cock. It looked unharmed and unchanged, aside from its unusual stillness. Wondering if he was perhaps still alive in the thing, she called out to him, only for the cock...
James, unfortunately, was right. Instead of passing him along, like the dog's digestive system had done, Kennedy's intestines were much more resilient. Perhaps lending to their own's personality, they were determined to break down whatever seemed to be clogging her stomach up. Therefore, rather than give up, her digestive system developed a more powerful, more potent stomach acid. In normal conditions the mixture would have been enough to eat away at Kennedy's own lining in a course of a few hours, but this was only a temporary solution.
He first noticed it around midnight, after Kennedy had passed out belly-up on her king-sized bed. The normal strength acid, which had barely sizzled his skin, leaving it pinker than usual, had drained from the chamber. In its place flooded a new liquid, one far more acidic in content. It actually burned, eating away at his flesh. James screamed as he experienced true pain for the first time, though his desperate yells were muffled by the walls of flesh and sinew that encased him. Outside, they sounded like light moans.
His chewed up state meant that the acid was able to attack more his body at once, leaving him little resistance to the digestive juice. In minutes his body was broken down, melted in a nutritious calorie-rich soup. Kennedy's globular belly receded in size, though by the end was still somewhat round in shape.
---
The next morning Kennedy awoke, groggy as hell. Her experiences the previous day had exhausted her and even with a full nights sleep she still felt a touch tired. She stumbled into her personal bathroom, intending to address the immense pressure that was braced against her colon. As far as she knew, James was ready to come out.
"He he he," she laughed, shaking her behind. "Ready to come out, James? I can feel you pressing against my anus. Hope the toilet water ain't too cold!"
Had Kennedy realized that the weight in her back end was far lighter than it should have been, she might have noticed that something was up. She didn't, however, and let nature take its course, depositing a full load of excrement into the bowl. With a smile she turned around, only to be met by something far browner than she expected.
"W-what? Guess he must have gotten trapped behind yesterday's breakfast. I can still feel a lot in there. Here goes nothing!"
After a flush, she again released her contents but was still shocked to find more crap and nothing of James's puddy body. The processes continued for half an hour and through numerous flushes before it finally hit her. She had digested James.
Upon realizing the young man's fate, she also came to another shocking truth. Gazing at her body in a mirror, Kennedy realized that she had put on considerable weight. Her belly had taken on a belt of flabby fat, permanently covering her washboard abs. Her thighs had plumped up as well, pressing against one another with each step. Her butt was even more jiggly than before, straining her booty shorts severely. Her breasts had swollen as well, to an even more impressive F-cup. Finally, a small double chin formed beneath her first one, signifying that she had indeed become chubby.
The fitness minded woman would have normally been freak out, but the fact that her fat was made of James made it all seem better, somehow. Seem hot, even. She dug a finger into her fat belly, giggling as it sank in.
"Poor James, how does it feel to be my fat? Guess you can't really answer that, can ya?"
That's when yet another realization hit her. Jogging her chubby little butt to the other room, she dived into the dressed, finding his cock. It looked unharmed and unchanged, aside from its unusual stillness. Wondering if he was perhaps still alive in the thing, she called out to him, only for the cock...
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