Leaving Jenny's Stomach....Again
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You hate days like this. You used to have these kinds of days a lot as a kid, being eaten by Tulip, getting forgotten and stuck in places no man should be, but over the years things had gotten better. Sure, you had accidents at work, the number of patients that swallowed you was surprisingly low and the nurses had started remembering to check before sitting down. Still, this kind of things happened and you just had to try to make sure that it doesn’t happen again. Once you get out of your daughter, you're going to make sure she understands perfectly clear that daddy is not for eating.
“You are so grounded when I get out of here, young lady,” you grumble to yourself as you crawl around the pulsating stomach, looking for the entrance to the intestines. You hated being inside her the first time, there was just something wrong about being inside your own daughter. You take small comfort that you're not in her panties instead, but then pause and shudder at that thought. You don’t even want to dwell on that thought, the only panties you wanted to be stuck in was your wife’s lacy pair.
Continuing your search, things shift as your daughter is picked up. You catch one side of conversation as her voice echoes around you. Angela’s here and you can hope that Mandy’s mother explains where you are but judging by your luck so far more likely you’ll be forgotten. One thing you’d learned a long time ago was not to rely on others to save you, they often took too long or never came at all. You need to rely on yourself and try and handle things on your own, it’s the only way to survive.
Maybe there was some benefits to growing up in a house where your mother and older sister forgot you existed and your youngest sister saw you as a toy, you had learned to handle adversity and rise to the challenge. Maybe babying Jet wasn’t the right approach and was to blame for his timid behaviour. If he never faced danger then how will he ever learn to fight back?
Deciding to leave the reexamining of you're parenting for later, you find the opening to the intestines and pry it open, wiggling your body into the tight tunnel. You pull yourself through the intestines, ignoring the smell and the sound of gurgling as Jenny’s body processed food. It was lucky your daughter wasn’t a big eater or this could have been much messier, you don’t need to crawl through her previous meals. The heat and narrow space doesn’t bother you, after being inside peoples bellies a hundred times you had grown used to everything that happens to food as it’s processed. You start moving a little faster, the walls getting a little moisture as you near the rectum. Everything rumbles around you and you hear muffled giggling echoing around you.
“That feels nice daddy, keep moving,” Jenny said with a wide smile as she laid in bed and felt her own father moving through her digestive tract. She was upset that mommy had sent her to bed, but had passed the time feeling you moving through out her body. The feeling of you crawling around her stomach had tickled, but as you moved through her bowels she found the sensation pleasant, like that time she had tried sitting her bare butt on Jet just like Auntie Tulip did. She wondered if daddy would let her sit on him too, it might feel even better because unlike Jet you squirmed a lot.
“Definitely giving her the talk,” You groaned, covering your face in embarrassment. Whether it was the talk about how Daddy’s should never go inside daughters or why having tiny people inside you feels good would depend on how much humiliation you can take. You continue moving, wanting nothing more then to reach the exit and escape. The walls narrow in and you know you’re in the rectum and near the sphincter. Hopefully Jenny wouldn’t try to keep you in her butt or things were going to get crowded when her bowel movement reached you. When you feel movement and the world shifted, you knew Jenny was heading to the bathroom to set you free.
When Jenny stopped moving, you waited a few seconds and saw the anus opening up. Without waiting for Jenny to manually push you out, you grab the edges of her rubbery hole and pull yourself free, falling into the cold toilet water with a splash. You surface and take your first breath of fresh air in a bit. You don’t look up, having no need to see your own daughter’s bare butt. She gets off the toilet and you finally lift your head, seeing her peering down at you with that sweet, innocent smile you loved to see. Today though you really find yourself tested by your daughter’s naivety.
“That was so much fun daddy, you're such a better snack then Jet,” she innocently said before fishing you out with the toilet brush. Grabbing onto the bristles she carries you out and brings you to the sink. A long sigh escapes you as warm water washes away the fluids you’d collected moving through Jenny. Jenny turns off the sink and hands you a hand towel to dry your body. She just keeps smiling at you, seeing you not as her father, but a new toy. This needs addressing, but not until after you talk to her mother.
“Can you take me to mommy now, Jenny? I’ve had a long day and need some rest.”
“You are so grounded when I get out of here, young lady,” you grumble to yourself as you crawl around the pulsating stomach, looking for the entrance to the intestines. You hated being inside her the first time, there was just something wrong about being inside your own daughter. You take small comfort that you're not in her panties instead, but then pause and shudder at that thought. You don’t even want to dwell on that thought, the only panties you wanted to be stuck in was your wife’s lacy pair.
Continuing your search, things shift as your daughter is picked up. You catch one side of conversation as her voice echoes around you. Angela’s here and you can hope that Mandy’s mother explains where you are but judging by your luck so far more likely you’ll be forgotten. One thing you’d learned a long time ago was not to rely on others to save you, they often took too long or never came at all. You need to rely on yourself and try and handle things on your own, it’s the only way to survive.
Maybe there was some benefits to growing up in a house where your mother and older sister forgot you existed and your youngest sister saw you as a toy, you had learned to handle adversity and rise to the challenge. Maybe babying Jet wasn’t the right approach and was to blame for his timid behaviour. If he never faced danger then how will he ever learn to fight back?
Deciding to leave the reexamining of you're parenting for later, you find the opening to the intestines and pry it open, wiggling your body into the tight tunnel. You pull yourself through the intestines, ignoring the smell and the sound of gurgling as Jenny’s body processed food. It was lucky your daughter wasn’t a big eater or this could have been much messier, you don’t need to crawl through her previous meals. The heat and narrow space doesn’t bother you, after being inside peoples bellies a hundred times you had grown used to everything that happens to food as it’s processed. You start moving a little faster, the walls getting a little moisture as you near the rectum. Everything rumbles around you and you hear muffled giggling echoing around you.
“That feels nice daddy, keep moving,” Jenny said with a wide smile as she laid in bed and felt her own father moving through her digestive tract. She was upset that mommy had sent her to bed, but had passed the time feeling you moving through out her body. The feeling of you crawling around her stomach had tickled, but as you moved through her bowels she found the sensation pleasant, like that time she had tried sitting her bare butt on Jet just like Auntie Tulip did. She wondered if daddy would let her sit on him too, it might feel even better because unlike Jet you squirmed a lot.
“Definitely giving her the talk,” You groaned, covering your face in embarrassment. Whether it was the talk about how Daddy’s should never go inside daughters or why having tiny people inside you feels good would depend on how much humiliation you can take. You continue moving, wanting nothing more then to reach the exit and escape. The walls narrow in and you know you’re in the rectum and near the sphincter. Hopefully Jenny wouldn’t try to keep you in her butt or things were going to get crowded when her bowel movement reached you. When you feel movement and the world shifted, you knew Jenny was heading to the bathroom to set you free.
When Jenny stopped moving, you waited a few seconds and saw the anus opening up. Without waiting for Jenny to manually push you out, you grab the edges of her rubbery hole and pull yourself free, falling into the cold toilet water with a splash. You surface and take your first breath of fresh air in a bit. You don’t look up, having no need to see your own daughter’s bare butt. She gets off the toilet and you finally lift your head, seeing her peering down at you with that sweet, innocent smile you loved to see. Today though you really find yourself tested by your daughter’s naivety.
“That was so much fun daddy, you're such a better snack then Jet,” she innocently said before fishing you out with the toilet brush. Grabbing onto the bristles she carries you out and brings you to the sink. A long sigh escapes you as warm water washes away the fluids you’d collected moving through Jenny. Jenny turns off the sink and hands you a hand towel to dry your body. She just keeps smiling at you, seeing you not as her father, but a new toy. This needs addressing, but not until after you talk to her mother.
“Can you take me to mommy now, Jenny? I’ve had a long day and need some rest.”
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