Open your eyes
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
doodoomaloo
Your loose sense of awareness fails you as the distinction between seconds and hours dissolves. How long have you been inside of Heather's digestive track? It could be hours, days, maybe even weeks; although none of these sound right to you as you've felt what feels like entire lifetimes pass you by. Yet despite everything, you're still here, conscious, and if you're bold enough to say, maybe even alive. Though you may still have a clear ego, your thoughts and your spatial awareness are completely gone. You can't pinpoint exactly where you end and the outside world begins.
But then, for the first time in an eternity, you feel something separate from you move. You open your eye, not as an attempt to see, by as a physical gesture to reestablish yourself separate from that which surrounds you. You begin to feel again, and you feel compressed, packed tightly together by a clay-like mass. "Oh shit." You think to yourself, "It's shit!" Heather's bowels have packed you, along with the other stubborn undigested leftovers from her gut, together into a nicely shaped turd, ready to be expelled. You sit at the tail end of Heather's next movement, caked into the outermost layer.
Your world shakes violently as you hear a thunderous sound erupt beneath you.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSS
PLOB
You take in a long deep breath, filling your lungs with the putrid air of her rectum. "Oh my god. Holy shit! I-- I'm-- I'm about to be pooped out."
Earlier...
Heather had returned home and retired to her room after a long day at school. She invited several of her friends over to her comically large house where they sat on her comically large bed and watched a cheesy chick flick on her comically large TV, all while gossiping to each other about various rumors and ongoing events.
"So Heather, how is your new diet treating you" Alexia, one of Heather's friends, teased.
"New diet? What are you-- Oh! My bug boy diet. I gotta say it's been pretty hard staying on it on account of how hard it is to find men under half an inch tall." Laughter filled the room in response to her quip.
"You know, our school's insect kid isn't the only-- well, {wasn't/i}, the only person out there that's that small." Becky said while shoveling a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Apparently there's a whole swarm of people born that way, and it's been becoming a lot more common too."
"No way! Really?"
"Yeah, they have a medical term for it and everything. Um, I think it was called acute-hypo..., um, hypo-something... well it doesn't really matter what it's called. There was an interview of this tiny guy on TV the other day, he was like, the first recorded case. But the really funny part about it is that the woman interviewing him offered him water and she ended up accidently drinking him."
"So you're telling me that my diet is viable after all?" Laughter once again filled the room.
"Oh my god Heather, save some for us. I wanna try tasting a tiny person too!" Skylar jabbed.
Alexia leaned in and laid her ear on Heather's stomach. "Do you think he's still in there?"
"Of course he's still in there, I haven't used the bathroom yet."
"Ewwwwww, Heather! I mean do you think he's still alive?"
"Nah, he couldn't be right? Wait, the guy who got swallowed on TV, he didn't live did he?"
"Umm, I'm not sure" Becky said. "They didn't realize what happened to him until later when they were reviewing the footage. They had to like, dig through the interviewers shit to find his remains or something, so I changed the channel because that's gross."
"I'm not digging through my shit to see if bug boy is alive or not."
"Aww, I wanna see if he's still alive." Skylar chimed in. "Can I dig through your shit if you're not going to?"
"Jesus Christ no! Okay that's enough talking about my shit. Just shut up and watch the movie."
The night carried on and eventually the girls went their separate ways, leaving Heather alone in bed where she would sleep soundly into the weekend morning.
As soon as Heather awoke she could feel pressure in her lower abdomen, a pressure that would lead her into her bathroom and onto a certain pristine porcelain bowl. She removed her pants and panties and sat the same shapely glutes and thighs that started this whole mess down onto her toilet seat. Her tight anus puckered then relaxed, squeezing out a hot log of feces into the pool below.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSS
PLOB
Meanwhile you sat stuck in your poopoo prison, awaiting the inevitable trip pass Heather's anus. Your vessel slowly slid down until it was nestled against her final sphincter. This is it. After this your trip through Heather will finally be over. Regardless of what happens next, whether you live or die, you feel at ease knowing that this is over. With one more push from the flesh surrounding you, you're sent off, down into the outside world. Except as the turd you clung to fell into the sea below the tail end was pinched off, leaving you buried behind a mound of scat in one of the wrinkles of her asshole.
Heather, feeling an empty colon, began to wipe herself, slowly scratching away at the dukie trapping you. After every wipe Heather would check the paper, making sure that her ass was as clean as possible.
Soon you were face to face with the fibers of Heather's toilet paper.
But then, for the first time in an eternity, you feel something separate from you move. You open your eye, not as an attempt to see, by as a physical gesture to reestablish yourself separate from that which surrounds you. You begin to feel again, and you feel compressed, packed tightly together by a clay-like mass. "Oh shit." You think to yourself, "It's shit!" Heather's bowels have packed you, along with the other stubborn undigested leftovers from her gut, together into a nicely shaped turd, ready to be expelled. You sit at the tail end of Heather's next movement, caked into the outermost layer.
Your world shakes violently as you hear a thunderous sound erupt beneath you.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSS
PLOB
You take in a long deep breath, filling your lungs with the putrid air of her rectum. "Oh my god. Holy shit! I-- I'm-- I'm about to be pooped out."
Earlier...
Heather had returned home and retired to her room after a long day at school. She invited several of her friends over to her comically large house where they sat on her comically large bed and watched a cheesy chick flick on her comically large TV, all while gossiping to each other about various rumors and ongoing events.
"So Heather, how is your new diet treating you" Alexia, one of Heather's friends, teased.
"New diet? What are you-- Oh! My bug boy diet. I gotta say it's been pretty hard staying on it on account of how hard it is to find men under half an inch tall." Laughter filled the room in response to her quip.
"You know, our school's insect kid isn't the only-- well, {wasn't/i}, the only person out there that's that small." Becky said while shoveling a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Apparently there's a whole swarm of people born that way, and it's been becoming a lot more common too."
"No way! Really?"
"Yeah, they have a medical term for it and everything. Um, I think it was called acute-hypo..., um, hypo-something... well it doesn't really matter what it's called. There was an interview of this tiny guy on TV the other day, he was like, the first recorded case. But the really funny part about it is that the woman interviewing him offered him water and she ended up accidently drinking him."
"So you're telling me that my diet is viable after all?" Laughter once again filled the room.
"Oh my god Heather, save some for us. I wanna try tasting a tiny person too!" Skylar jabbed.
Alexia leaned in and laid her ear on Heather's stomach. "Do you think he's still in there?"
"Of course he's still in there, I haven't used the bathroom yet."
"Ewwwwww, Heather! I mean do you think he's still alive?"
"Nah, he couldn't be right? Wait, the guy who got swallowed on TV, he didn't live did he?"
"Umm, I'm not sure" Becky said. "They didn't realize what happened to him until later when they were reviewing the footage. They had to like, dig through the interviewers shit to find his remains or something, so I changed the channel because that's gross."
"I'm not digging through my shit to see if bug boy is alive or not."
"Aww, I wanna see if he's still alive." Skylar chimed in. "Can I dig through your shit if you're not going to?"
"Jesus Christ no! Okay that's enough talking about my shit. Just shut up and watch the movie."
The night carried on and eventually the girls went their separate ways, leaving Heather alone in bed where she would sleep soundly into the weekend morning.
As soon as Heather awoke she could feel pressure in her lower abdomen, a pressure that would lead her into her bathroom and onto a certain pristine porcelain bowl. She removed her pants and panties and sat the same shapely glutes and thighs that started this whole mess down onto her toilet seat. Her tight anus puckered then relaxed, squeezing out a hot log of feces into the pool below.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSS
PLOB
Meanwhile you sat stuck in your poopoo prison, awaiting the inevitable trip pass Heather's anus. Your vessel slowly slid down until it was nestled against her final sphincter. This is it. After this your trip through Heather will finally be over. Regardless of what happens next, whether you live or die, you feel at ease knowing that this is over. With one more push from the flesh surrounding you, you're sent off, down into the outside world. Except as the turd you clung to fell into the sea below the tail end was pinched off, leaving you buried behind a mound of scat in one of the wrinkles of her asshole.
Heather, feeling an empty colon, began to wipe herself, slowly scratching away at the dukie trapping you. After every wipe Heather would check the paper, making sure that her ass was as clean as possible.
Soon you were face to face with the fibers of Heather's toilet paper.
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