Off to work with Nurse Jordan
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
ozstriker
It was fair to say Derek had endured a jarring departure from the familiar cadence of his morning routine. Reduced to the size of an ant, stripped naked and immediately subjected to the icy temperatures of his older sister’s milk bath, whilst she took diabolical joy in tormenting his miniaturised body. He was then presented to his younger sister like a ritual offering to an oblivious god, who came within seconds of accepting him into her own metabolism. His luck then took a truly peculiar twist when his upscaled mother eagerly swooped in to sample the cherished prize for herself.
Unfortunately, the preoccupied nurse had not seen, heard, felt or even tasted her tiny son, who's tenacious resistance went completely unnoticed as he was easily gulped down with her morning caffeine hit. The tormented teenager had barely held on to consciousness whilst being forcefully escorted into the depths of her body. Debbie's mind dwelled on her sons whereabouts, completely unaware that he now resided in a shallow swamp consisting of milk, coffee and curdling wheat sludge deep within a dark, seemingly spacious chamber tucked neatly beneath her left breast.
Derek instinctively lifted himself out of the strange goop he'd landed in. What remained of his sisters devious offering had inadvertently acted as a soft landing to what could only be described as a descent into hell. Despite his disorientation and complete abandonment of any light, it didn’t take Derek long to work out where he’d ended up. An intense humidity along with a grinding orchestra of his mom’s internal workings persisted his senses as he tried to find his feet on the strange undulating surface. A thick, foul smelling air weighing heavy on his lungs, irritating his nose and throat. He felt a lukewarm liquid swirl loosely around him at waist level, with a gentle ripple lapping at his bare skin with each booming vibration of a thumping heart, calmly pounding somewhere above.
"Mom... ate me..."
He eventually confirmed to himself as his brain clawed hopelessly to make sense of the surreal situation and acclimatize to the disgusting environment before him. Adrenalin powered through his veins and his spurred anger towards his siblings actions had migrated to heightened anxiety at the results. Luckily his vessel was now still and his presence alone had not yet triggered any form of enteric response, his mother's body was far more willing to wait for a more substantial meal before exserting the relevant recourses to handle it. Without vision, Derek's focus fell to his ears, and there was a comfort somewhere beyond the threatening gurgling of a more familiar sound: his mom gently humming to herself and the calm murmur of her Honda Accord.
“Help! Mom! Please! Get me out of here!!”
He pleaded aimlessly with his omnipresent parent, his desperate scream bouncing freely around the colossal emptiness. In response, a deafening roar called back from the guttural depths of her belly.
*Grrurrr blurrrge*
The hungry repute vigorously shook the chamber with intent, sending a wall of thick, sludge to reverberate around the pit. The wave gathered all in its path and the ant-sized figure was quickly washed into a thick pile of wheat mass. Derick immediately broke out into a frenzied coughing fit as he tried to clear his mouth and eyes of the vile liquid, the initial coffee flavour had an extremely sour after taste. He accepted the clay-like texture he was now partially encapsulated in as a slight improvement to the more viscose setting but it was his more exposed extremities, the parts of his anatomy that had spend the most time submerged, were starting to register a strange, uncomfortable sensation. His legs, hands and genitals suddenly felt like a thousand tiny needles were dancing across his skin and he quickly pulled his arms out of the mud in a pointless attempt to inspect his digits, but the darkness revealed nothing. Panic reared as he processed what was happening. He knew his Mom had no intention of hurting him, but he'd burn in here regardless and unless something dramatic happened quickly, he was going to end up fuelling her day.
“Mom! Please! I'm not your breakfast!”
Debbie hummed a cheerful tune as she sat in the seemingly endless line of traffic, her fingers absently pressing against her stomach in an attempt to quiet the persistent pangs of hunger. Skipping breakfast was unusual for her, especially given how often she preached its importance to her children.
Her thoughts drifted to the reason behind her empty stomach: the fast she’d been required to keep. As one of the senior members of the nursing team, Debbie was no stranger to giving talks and presentations. Her confidence in public speaking was well known and appreciated across multiple departments. But today’s assignment was different, well outside her comfort zone. One of the hospital’s leading gastroenterologists had long championed the idea of showing off their new HD pill‑cam and had decided that Nurse Jordan, with her popularity and approachable manner, was the perfect candidate. At first, Debbie had refused but a little flattery had softened her resistance. The doctor had insisted he wanted someone with natural beauty to underscore his point, that beneath the surface, we all look the same. And so, here she was on her way to swallow some fancy tech to reveal her gastrointestinal tract to a room full of young nursing students.
“The things I do for my job,”
she muttered, imagining the absurd jokes they might crack while getting a front‑row seat to her insides. Still, she consoled herself with one thought, at least she’d be rewarded with a free breakfast, even if it was purely for 'demonstration' purposes. She chuckled slightly at the idea that this was probably going to gross-out some of the more delicate students, but she couldn’t drift from the idea she may learn something about her own anatomy.
“Sure hope they don’t find anything strange in there...”
Unfortunately, the preoccupied nurse had not seen, heard, felt or even tasted her tiny son, who's tenacious resistance went completely unnoticed as he was easily gulped down with her morning caffeine hit. The tormented teenager had barely held on to consciousness whilst being forcefully escorted into the depths of her body. Debbie's mind dwelled on her sons whereabouts, completely unaware that he now resided in a shallow swamp consisting of milk, coffee and curdling wheat sludge deep within a dark, seemingly spacious chamber tucked neatly beneath her left breast.
Derek instinctively lifted himself out of the strange goop he'd landed in. What remained of his sisters devious offering had inadvertently acted as a soft landing to what could only be described as a descent into hell. Despite his disorientation and complete abandonment of any light, it didn’t take Derek long to work out where he’d ended up. An intense humidity along with a grinding orchestra of his mom’s internal workings persisted his senses as he tried to find his feet on the strange undulating surface. A thick, foul smelling air weighing heavy on his lungs, irritating his nose and throat. He felt a lukewarm liquid swirl loosely around him at waist level, with a gentle ripple lapping at his bare skin with each booming vibration of a thumping heart, calmly pounding somewhere above.
"Mom... ate me..."
He eventually confirmed to himself as his brain clawed hopelessly to make sense of the surreal situation and acclimatize to the disgusting environment before him. Adrenalin powered through his veins and his spurred anger towards his siblings actions had migrated to heightened anxiety at the results. Luckily his vessel was now still and his presence alone had not yet triggered any form of enteric response, his mother's body was far more willing to wait for a more substantial meal before exserting the relevant recourses to handle it. Without vision, Derek's focus fell to his ears, and there was a comfort somewhere beyond the threatening gurgling of a more familiar sound: his mom gently humming to herself and the calm murmur of her Honda Accord.
“Help! Mom! Please! Get me out of here!!”
He pleaded aimlessly with his omnipresent parent, his desperate scream bouncing freely around the colossal emptiness. In response, a deafening roar called back from the guttural depths of her belly.
*Grrurrr blurrrge*
The hungry repute vigorously shook the chamber with intent, sending a wall of thick, sludge to reverberate around the pit. The wave gathered all in its path and the ant-sized figure was quickly washed into a thick pile of wheat mass. Derick immediately broke out into a frenzied coughing fit as he tried to clear his mouth and eyes of the vile liquid, the initial coffee flavour had an extremely sour after taste. He accepted the clay-like texture he was now partially encapsulated in as a slight improvement to the more viscose setting but it was his more exposed extremities, the parts of his anatomy that had spend the most time submerged, were starting to register a strange, uncomfortable sensation. His legs, hands and genitals suddenly felt like a thousand tiny needles were dancing across his skin and he quickly pulled his arms out of the mud in a pointless attempt to inspect his digits, but the darkness revealed nothing. Panic reared as he processed what was happening. He knew his Mom had no intention of hurting him, but he'd burn in here regardless and unless something dramatic happened quickly, he was going to end up fuelling her day.
“Mom! Please! I'm not your breakfast!”
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Debbie hummed a cheerful tune as she sat in the seemingly endless line of traffic, her fingers absently pressing against her stomach in an attempt to quiet the persistent pangs of hunger. Skipping breakfast was unusual for her, especially given how often she preached its importance to her children.
Her thoughts drifted to the reason behind her empty stomach: the fast she’d been required to keep. As one of the senior members of the nursing team, Debbie was no stranger to giving talks and presentations. Her confidence in public speaking was well known and appreciated across multiple departments. But today’s assignment was different, well outside her comfort zone. One of the hospital’s leading gastroenterologists had long championed the idea of showing off their new HD pill‑cam and had decided that Nurse Jordan, with her popularity and approachable manner, was the perfect candidate. At first, Debbie had refused but a little flattery had softened her resistance. The doctor had insisted he wanted someone with natural beauty to underscore his point, that beneath the surface, we all look the same. And so, here she was on her way to swallow some fancy tech to reveal her gastrointestinal tract to a room full of young nursing students.
“The things I do for my job,”
she muttered, imagining the absurd jokes they might crack while getting a front‑row seat to her insides. Still, she consoled herself with one thought, at least she’d be rewarded with a free breakfast, even if it was purely for 'demonstration' purposes. She chuckled slightly at the idea that this was probably going to gross-out some of the more delicate students, but she couldn’t drift from the idea she may learn something about her own anatomy.
“Sure hope they don’t find anything strange in there...”
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