I awoke with a start. Well that's not entirely accurate. After all to awake one needs to be asleep first, and I couldn't remember having fallen asleep. In fact all I could remember was a light haze that clouded my vision and fogged my thoughts. It would probably be better to say that I came to with a start, after existing in that haze for only the gods know how long.

Coming to as I did meant two things. One, I felt very disoriented, almost to the point that I vomited when I spun about looking at what was around me, that being because of the second thing, which was I had no idea where I was, how I got there, or any clue as to how to get back to where I'd been before that moment.

Looking around I searched for some clue as to where I was, as that would be the first step towards getting me back where I needed to be. The clues proved to be beyond my ability to solve though, as all I could see was huge, white, smooth cliffs, that held many flaws, but unfortunately I couldn't see the top, and so dared not risk climbing them.

Way above that there were two huge rectangles of light that shone down on me from a sky that was the same color as the cliff. I found this odd for only one reason though, as I knew that there was only one sun, yet I could clearly make out two distinct rectangles of light, each made up of two smaller rectangles.

Now the sun shining as a rectangle didn't seem odd to me, as cloud cover could play big tricks with the light of the sun. However I did not think that even cloud cover could create a second sun, no matter how much it distorted the light, and so I forced to conclude one of two things. Either I was in one hell of a big room, or I was on some other world all together.

As I stood on the smooth ground, which like the walls and sky was a shade of white, though this one a bit lighter than those two, pondering which of these two things was my reality I was given the answer in one of the worst ways possible. First the ground began to quake under my feet. I thought this meant that I was on another world, one with a bit more tectonic activity than Earth, but I soon felt another quake, this one slightly stronger than the first, followed soon after by a third, this one stronger still.

It took me until the sixth quake to figure out that these shakes were coming in a rhythm, one that scared the shit out of me when I figured out what it had to be, praying to any god willing to listen that I was wrong. I wasn't though, and proof of that came as a shadow soon darkened my sky, standing between me and the lights overhead.

I think I would have wet myself then, though I didn't for reasons that will be discussed later. Instead I just stood there, staring up at her. Even from my diminutive perspective I could tell she was a woman. No, not a woman, a goddess, for her size towered above mine, spiking its way high into the heavens overhead, her red hair streaming around her head like a waterfall of fire.

The goddess, not seeing me went over to one of the cliffs across the world, and I noticed then that only a few meters away there was a drop I hadn't seen before because of my interest in the heavens. In fact, aware now as I was of my diminished size I began to bring everything around me into focus, which really didn't help my mental condition.

As she opened up one of the cliffs I realized it wasn't a cliff at all, but rather a huge refrigerator, so tall to me that I think three Empire State Building's could have fit in it. As she rummaged through it, I could see her back move, and I stared at that wall of flesh, each muscle undulating with a power that could have reduced me to mush in a second. Somehow that knowledge proved arousing, and I felt that my pants should have been getting tighter, though I didn't complain when they didn't.

I didn't have time really, as an instant later the goddess ceased to rummage, pulling out of the fridge two huge objects, tossing them miles across the divide over at me. At first I was afraid she'd seen me, and intended to crush the bug on her counter with the objects, but then they landed many meters to my side, and though I was thrown to the ground by their impact, I was not crushed by it.

Pulling myself off the counter top, for that was where I knew I was now, I looked over at the goddess again, and was amazed to see her grow even taller, reaching high above the fridge to open yet another cliff, this one a cabinet in the wall, and draw forth another huge object. This one, though big, I could identify because of the writing on its side. Wonderbread, it said in big, bold, multicolor letters.

Of course this caused me to look off at the two objects she'd thrown previously, and I saw that they were indeed what I expected. One, a huge pink tower wrapped in see through stuff had to be a pack of boloney, and beside that was a wall of yellow sheets, cheese slices, individually wrapped and ready to serve.

Taking my eyes off the two packages of food stuff I looked over to see a huge black block sailing towards me, and barely registered the bread bag before it struck the counter nearby, and I was thrown by the wind in created towards the two packages of sandwich stuff. Sliding to a stop, I slammed my back into the baloney container, and was almost knocked unconscious again, but I forced my body to remain awake, I couldn't fall asleep and have the goddess think me some speck of dirt, or bug. I had to get her attention, and figure out what the hell was going on.

This proved easier said than done, as I found myself staring at the goddess, who set another object on the counter, this one coming from the fridge as well, or so I though by the booming sound of the door closing. Looking at the wrapper on the container I found myself staring at a huge jar of mayo, and I knew then just how small I was.

Of course, next on the goddess' agenda came getting out two slices of bread, which she did, setting them down almost right in front of me. To me, they were two brown walls, towering almost a head over me, though easily scalable if I dared to challenge them. Looking over at the goddess as she looked down into a drawer I decided that they were probably my best bet to get her attention, as she was bound to look directly at them and notice a small black speck.

With that thought in hand I made my way over to the nearest piece of bread, but was forced to watch as the goddess picked up the slab of white and brown, drawing it closer to her face and holding it in her palm as she moved a huge silver sword which I had not seen her draw, across its surface, back and forth many times.

It didn't take a genius like myself to figure out that she was spreading mayo, and I quickly made my way over to the other slice of bread, not wanting to get stuck in the white gunk, which at my size would prove quite an impediment. Of course, I didn't notice that she was finished with her first slice, intent as I was on the second, until she dropped it next to me, sending me flying forward, to land right on the second slice.

My luck did not prove to be too good at this point though, as I flew through the air right onto the bread, pulling it with me as I rolled to a stop, and wrapping myself in it, causing me to look to the goddess like just some lump in the bread. One she tried to smooth as she moved her knife over the bread. Luckily my shield of bread kept me from being cut by the butter knife's jagged edge which was probably barely noticeable to the goddess. Unluckily the mayo was like glue, and it held the sheet of bread over me.

I wasn't about to give up though. After all there was plenty of time to give up when I was dead, which seemed like a good possibility if I couldn't get the goddess to see me before she finished making her sandwich. Putting my back on the soft, yet firm bread beneath me I placed both my feet against the roof of my prison, for the first time realizing that I wasn't wearing any shoes.

That thought did not delay my push though, and I shoved against the ground and sky with every joule of energy my puny body could muster. For a time it seemed that the bread would not yield, instead simply bending itself into the new shape I was forcing on it, but with one last grunt of effort I felt my prison tear apart, and I was staring up at the sky, or rather ceiling, once again.

It didn't last long though, for as I'd been working to manage my escape, the goddess had been making herself a snack, laying a slice of cheese and baloney atop the other piece of bread, and just as I freed myself she lifted the piece I was on and flipped it over onto the other one. The whole scene moved in slow motion to me, and seeing as how I was no longer contained by the bread I was thrown by the force of the flip, almost far enough to be freed from the sandwich, until the very end of it slammed down atop me, pinning me at the neck just on the edge of freedom.

Of course I tried crying out to the goddess of my existence, but the weight on my neck prevented me from uttering more than a hoarse whisper, one she couldn't have heard even if I were full sized. Of course I was little more than a speck anyway, and if I'd been able to shout my loudest I doubt she would have heard me.

Stuck there as I was I could do little as the goddess picked up the sandwich, turning my stomach with the rapid motion, but scaring me more than I'd ever been in my life as she brought my prison up to her lips, her mouth open wide to receive it. I stared into a yawning chasm of death, with huge white boulders lining the edges, ready to rip and grind me into digestible bits.

I was just entering that pink, fleshy cavern, feeling her sweet breath washing over me and imagining becoming one with her, when a loud noise assaulted my ears, and I tried to rip through the bread which kept my arms pinned so I could cover them. Fortunately the goddess was right next to the source of the sound, a ringing phone, and as she pulled me back it ended quickly with a low pitched beep as she pressed the button to turn the phone on.

"Hello?" she said, her voice momentous to me, both because of her size and because she was still holding the sandwich right next to her mouth. Still I had to admit the voice sounded like something off an angel's choir, even as low in pitch as it was to my tiny ears. In every way this woman was nearly flawless, her green eyes shining in the light streaming in from the window, and her hair wrapped about her head like a glorious halo of flame.

Thanks to my size I couldn't hear what was being said on the other line, it being so low in pitch to me that it was inaudible. However, even though I couldn't understand the words, I could still hear the tone of the voice, and it told me two things about the person on the other end, namely that they were male, and that they were pissed.

"Well what did you expect? You gave me those things to use didn't you?" demanded my goddess, for that was how I was coming to think of her, of the man on the other end of the phone. Twice she brought the sandwich to her lips again, licking them in anticipation of that first bite, but each time she drew it away as the man continued to talk to her over her phone.

"Alright, well then I'll give the Eyes back to you when I'm done, but I really want to keep the other item. You already took my Pendant, after telling me all the bad things that come from it if I'd kept using it, so you knew I wouldn't go get another one. Just give me the Doll and I'll be happy, okay?" she asked of the man, her voice becoming nearly pleading.

I had to admire the man on the other end. He was able to command my goddess obviously, and she did seem afraid of him, if only slightly. His voice, though I couldn't understand it, was full of wisdom I could only guess was accumulated over a long life full of pain and hardship. I did wonder what the man looked like, but I was interrupted in my thoughts when something happened. My goddess bit into her sandwich, and took me into herself with it.

My whole world was cast into darkness with such speed that I can only equate it with the old myth of a dragon eating the sun, though in this case it was the opposite. Instead of the darkness being caused by the sun getting eaten, it was me getting eaten and cast into darkness. A darkness full of silvery shining tendrils that slithered around me. Before I could get used to this though the rough carpet below shifted me and my prison towards a wall, just over the white boulders, which closed just enough to keep us there.

"Good then. Now if you don't mind I'm in the middle of having my lunch before I go to the office," she told the man over the phone, her voice surrounding me and filling me with its musical tones. A muffled beep soon followed, and I knew she'd hung up, then just as you would expect she used her tongue to pull me out of her cheek, and place me on one of her teeth. Before I knew it she chomped down, and I expected death to come with a crunch.

It didn't though. Instead everything around me fell away, leaving me in a depression of her tooth as the top set rose upward, and I was freed from my prison, just in time to watch as they fell again. I didn't give them a second shot at me, instead rolling off the tooth onto her soft, warm tongue. Falling right into a circle of bumps, I could actually feel them soaking up my flavor as I sat there on my goddess' tongue. I tried to move, but found that the carpet beneath me shifted when I did, and I quickly realized that my goddess knew something was off, and was trying to determine just what it was.

"HELP! I'M IN YOUR MOUTH! PLEASE DON'T SWALLOW!!!" I shouted as loud as I could, but the sound of her breathing was actually louder thanks to the bits of bread all around me still, muffling my speech. I barely heard me, which meant the goddess had a better chance of hearing a shout from the moon than my own pathetic squeak.

She obviously decided a moment later that the strange taste was nothing to worry about. I know this because in that moment she leaned her head back and swallowed. Along with a flash flood of saliva and a huge mushy ball of sandwich I plummeted towards the back of her mouth, every nearing her throat. I screamed again, more in frustration in anything, and as I passed under it I tried to catch her uvula, but it dangled just out of reach, twitching like it was mocking me, and then it began to fall away, or rather I fell from it, straight down.

The walls of her throat were quite firm, and yet, they still felt soft to my touch, not unlike a warm blanket, that slowly rub itself all over me. I could hear in the distance her heart, thumping out a rhythm to which her body was tuned, a rhythm I would soon be a part of. Finding the beat soothing I was just starting to get comfortable when suddenly I was stopped by something. Jerking to a halt I found my feet slowly sliding through a small opening that was trying to crush me even as it let me through.

At last it yielded completely, and I was all the way through it. Of course getting through proved unfortunate, for as it let go I found myself falling through open air for what seemed like miles, before colliding with a small bit of flesh, which bounced and bobbed under me as I tried to regain my feet, a task that was further complicated when a whole mess of chewed up sandwich fell atop me. Extracting myself from that mess I looked around, expecting to find only darkness, but surprised to find that I could see perfectly well, or at least better than I should have.

All around me were walls full of small pores. I was quick to realize that I was in the stomach of my goddess when one of the pores began belching forth a foul smelling liquid that quickly wormed its way over to me and the sandwich, bubbling as it touched us. Expecting blinding pain as I was digested, I found the sensation of the acid to be something akin to a lukewarm bath, and pulled my foot out of it to find that it was not even red.

"Well I'll be darned, she's not going to hurt me," I told myself, hoping that I hadn't spoken to soon. Now that I was out of immediate danger though, I was able to begin to wrap my brain around my situation, and I soon discovered that for some unknown reason I was finding the sensation of being inside the belly of a goddess to be quite a turn on, but I also discovered the reason why my pants hadn't felt tight when I'd seen her the first time.

Again the reason was in two parts. The first, and probably the most obvious reason was that I wasn't wearing any pants. Without them on it was a physical impossibility that they could grow tighter, looser, or anything else. The other reason though caused me more than a little consternation as I stared in horror at something I couldn't believe.

"Where's my dick?!" I shouted in disbelief at the spot where my maleness should have been, but wasn't. My butt too had pulled a vanishing act, though to me that seemed less important. Of course before I could ponder my lack of manhood any farther another load of sandwich fell atop me, and thus I began my day within my goddess.

I pulled myself out of the mess of chewed up sandwich using what little remained of my strength after the very trying experience I'd just had. Not only was I shorter than the crust of a slice of bread, though only by a foot or two, but I was now also inside the belly of some unknown woman who had unknowingly eaten me inside her lunch, which happened to be a baloney and cheese sandwich.

Now that I could have lived with, after all, upon arriving in the belly of my goddess I'd discovered that her stomach acid, for whatever reason, lacked the power to hurt me. Well at least for immediately anyway. It still bubbled slightly, which meant it was working on me, but when I threw it off the flesh wasn't even red or pockmarked, it just felt a little warm from having been in the warm liquid.

There were two things about my situation which I found most disturbing though. The first was that I lacked any kind of clothing, and that I hadn't noticed this lack until I'd actually gone looking. For some odd reason it felt like I should have realized my lack of garments, though really being naked at my size wasn't so bad, as few people really would be able to make out any details about my body anyway.

The second thing about this situation that was wrong, was the fact that I lacked those details. Both my anus, cheeks, hole, and all, and more importantly the parts which should have been on the opposite side of my body from the butt, were missing. Where they should have been was simply a covering of flesh, that reminded my of the old G.I. Joe action figures.

Of course I had little time to ponder anything about my situation or lack of certain pieces of my anatomy as I was forced to avoid incoming nourishment for the goddess. Bits of cheese, which was already melting inside the confines of my goddess' belly, stuck to my foot, trying to hold me where I was to be buried again, but my strength proved the equal of melted dairy byproducts and I was able to pull myself free just in time to avoid getting buried under another load of meat, cheese, and bread.

I did not, however, avoid the avalanche of gunk as it spread like some weird water from where it hit, slamming me into the wall of the goddess' stomach, which undulated at my touch. At first I though I might be able to punch the wall to try and get some attention, but before I could hit the wall, it suddenly sprang forward and hit me, sending me flying a little ways to land right in the middle of the pile of gunk just as yet another bite came down, burying me yet again under the goo.

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I was quite bored now. I'd thought I'd feel him moving around inside me, like I'd done with Amon, but instead I couldn't feel a thing. Maybe I'd imagined feeling Amon, and simply seeing him through the Raven Eyes had made me think I'd felt him. If so then I wished I'd swallowed one before eating the guy, but a deal was a deal.

I took another bite from the sandwich I'd made and played with it a while in my mouth. I wish it would move or resist me. He had, if only a little bit, and Amon had done it quite a bit, though he'd also been bigger than this new guy. I'd have to leave him bigger the next time I did this with a guy, if only so I could feel them moving about inside me. After all what good was it to swallow something alive if you couldn't get a little pleasure out of it?

Swallowing that bite I downed the last bit of my lunch, popping it in my mouth and swallowing it whole in the same way I'd learned to do in these last few weeks. It felt interesting to have something that still retained its shape slide down my throat, because even though it didn't actively resist the pull, I could at least imagine it did as it caught once or twice on some little protrusion, slowly making its way downward, until at last it was pushed into my body, behind my breast, to fall into the pit of my now sated stomach.

I wondered then just how scared the man was? I mean Amon had been plenty scared when I'd done this to him, but then Amon had also been much more susceptible to gastric juices which I knew where already making the sandwich part of my body. If the Old Wolf, which was what I'd been thinking of the Curio Shop owner as since I'd found out who he was, spoke the truth, then the man was fine, if a little freaked out.

"He'll get over it," I said to myself as I got up from the couch where I'd been sitting, feeling a slight tickle in my belly as I did so. Trying not to react I looked over at the clock to find that my simple lunch had taken me almost a half hour to make thanks to my added ingredient, and that I was already going to be in trouble back at the office, so I didn't go right to my door, instead walking into the bathroom and sitting down. I don't know why but both times I'd done this I had to crap right afterwards.

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My goddess wasted little more time with the remainder of her meal, for the moment I had extricated myself from my slimy prison of masticated food another load dropped right on top of me, this one still quite solid, though a little crushed. Of course it felt that when it landed right on top of me that it was trying to crush me in revenge, but luckily that ground beneath me was still covered in goo, and so it bent under me, creating an impression of my body.

Not wanting to stay in one place to long I began digging through the gunk, almost swimming in it really. I tried to imagine that that was what I was doing, as it took my thoughts off the oddity of my present circumstances. It didn't really help much as the gunk stuck to my body, constantly reminding me that I lacked both cloths and the parts that they were supposed to cover. Finally breaking the surface I stood, but only for a moment, as I fell to my knees and covered my ears at the sound of a voice from the heavens, belonging to a goddess.

"He'll get over it," she said, I assume to herself as I hadn't seen anyone else in the room, nor had I heard the phone ring again. Whoever her words were intended for mattered little as she rose, and that simple getting up pressed me down into the goo, as an elevator would push me into the floor if it rose fast enough, and then suddenly stopped, sending me skyward once more, ending, as was becoming usual for me, in a hard slam into a nearby wall.

I actually hit the wall with enough force that it gave under the impact, bending inward and trapping me for a few moments in a hammock of flesh, before resuming its real shape so that I could roll down the side of the goddess' belly, right into the goo once more. Finding the semisolid ground I grabbed it, and then listened as the booming of the goddess' footsteps joined the rhythm of the thudding of her heart, and each motion tried to send me flying once more.

I held my ground though, and at last the motion of the footsteps ended, only to be followed by an abrupt drop which dislodged not only me, but most of the goo from the floor of the stomach, causing me to be mixed in with it once again as both myself and a small layer of goo fell once more toward the earth.

For a second I tried digging my way out of the gunk again, but then I realized that getting free would probably do me little good at this point as I doubted that my goddess would be sitting for long. This fact was confirmed when I heard a sound I equated with the bathroom, though it was odd being inside someone as they went. Nevertheless, I would have to wait patiently until she sat still for long enough for me to try and climb up her throat.

Laying back in the mush I felt the weight of the last couple of minutes, which felt like days to me, and my eyes slowly began to close. Even the sharp rise and the noise of rushing water as my goddess flushed away a load that was probably bigger than me didn't seem to be able to keep me awake, and as she began walking again I felt as if I was being gently rocked to sleep by the world, which existed only for me.

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Walking towards the door I wondered for a second how that had sounded from within, as I'd never gotten the opportunity to ask Amon about that. After all I'd made damn sure that bastard was dead before I'd gotten up. Which raised the point of how it felt to be inside me as I was walking, something I hadn't discussed with him before doing this. Must be one hell of a roller coaster ride laying in someone's stomach as they walked around.

I almost asked him, but then decided it wasn't worth it. After all he couldn't answer me, so what was the point. I'd get him to tell me what it was like when he was back to normal. That thought, which came to me as I was at the door caused me to look towards my bedroom, which was across from the kitchen. Again I was tempted to go into that chamber and check to make sure everything was okay, but as before I decided not too, instead panicking slightly as I noticed that I was probably going to be late for work at this point.

Grabbing my coat I forgot, well I forgot as much as it was possible for me to forget, about the tiny man sitting in my belly with my sandwich. I rushed down the steps and at last climbed into my old beat up Ford Taurus. The car, a present from Amon, was, like most things about that man, working much better now that he was dead. I don't know whether he cursed it or something, but as it had for the past couple of months it started on the first try, and I shifted into reverse, joining the world at large again.

The drive to work was, as it usually was, uneventful to say the least. The roads I drove had little or no traffic, due in part to their roughness and part to the fact that they were a confusing maze if you didn't know where you were going. Twice during the sharper turns, in which I barely avoid the nearby trees that lined the road, I felt a slight bump in my chest, and wondered what my little prisoner was doing, but I tried to ignore it as best I could, focusing on keeping the two of us alive.

We made it to the office with about two minutes to spare. I parked my car right where I always did, though I noticed that Jenny, one of the other girls, had parked in such a way that someone, me maybe, was going to hit her pulling out. I wasn't going to complain today though. Even now I could feel my good mood at what I'd done, and the sensations, real or imagined, were enough to keep me on the brink for most of the day.

Going inside I raced up the stairs, as usual ignoring the elevator which was prone to breaking down between floors, causing the passengers to be stuck inside for several hours until someone figured out they were trapped and got the damn thing running again. This wait had become shorter now that everyone was required to carry cellphones, but it was still far to long for me.

Going up the stairs three or four at a time I reached the third floor at a speed that could have won me at least a dozen Olympic medals, for effort if nothing else. Instead of medals when I burst through the door into the office though, all I got was a sour look from Melissa, who was standing right there tapping her foot impatiently at me.

"Reese, you're late again," she complained as I walked inside, gasping for breathe thanks to my headlong rush. Leaning down to get some wind back in my lungs I eyed Melissa, who not a year ago was a regular late like myself, though thanks to some weird ring she got she seemed to be able to be everywhere at once.

"I know, I know. Traffic was terrible," I lied, and she knew I lied too, as she used the same route into work that I did. She didn't protest my lateness any farther though, and instead walked over to her office, which was the big one at the end of the room. I, meanwhile, made my way through a sea of cubicles towards a much smaller office at the back. Everyone smiled at me as I walked past, something they'd been doing since Amon mysteriously vanished and my mood improved so much.

Opening the door to my office I was greeted by yet another flunky, who handed me more paperwork I'd have to lookover and dumb down for the management. As he handed the report to me I felt a sudden tickle in my belly, and I guess I jumped a bit as he started to give me one of those sidelong looks you give a crazy person.

"Are you feeling okay, Reese?" he asked me, and I nearly broke out in laughter because of the answer that popped into my head when he asked. It took every ounce of will power to fight that sensation, and at last look at him with a straight face.

"Oh it's just lunch settling down," I said, barely maintaining my composure as he nodded, commenting that he had trouble with that sometimes too as he made his way around me and to the door. When at last he was gone I let myself chuckle a bit, though by then I'd gotten most of my composure back, and then sat at the desk, where I'd be for several hours going over the reports the engineers wanted to send up to management. I sighed deeply as I stared at them.

I was tempted to send them up as is just to confuse those dunderheads at the top, but then felt another little bump in my belly, and decided I needed to kill a few hours anyway, and began my work of replacing the multi-syllabic words in the report with some nicer, mono ones that the corporate heads wouldn't need a dictionary, translator, and probably a web enabled computer, to find the meanings of.

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I don't know how long I'd been asleep, or even if I had been. It could be I'd just fallen into that dazed state, like the one I'd found myself in when this began. Whatever the case I was awoken when I felt myself pressed downward into the goo that cushioned me, the sounds of footsteps indicating that my goddess was climbing some steps so fast that she might as well have been going straight up like a rocket.

The stop wasn't nearly as sudden as I would have expected from the way she'd been running, but my goddess still caused my world a bit of upset as everything was thrown upwards again, including myself, only to settle down a second later, this time with me atop the goo, which wasn't so surprising as the goo was now floating on liquid, presumably her stomach acid, which bubbled slightly.

I heard from beyond the walls of her belly someone's voice, though with the noises of her body surrounding me, I couldn't hear what was said. I wondered if the words outside were directed at my goddess, but was jolted out of my wonder as the world tilted suddenly to my side, and both myself and my island began to slosh over into a nearby wall.

"I know, I know. Traffic was terrible," she responded as her breathe became less ragged and more natural. I couldn't argue with her assessment of traffic, as what sensations I could remember of the ride over involved many violent twists and turns. I was left to ponder where it was this goddess of mine lived that had such terrible traffic.

I didn't hear a response to my goddess' thought, though there might have been. Instead my focus was pointed towards the fleshy prison where I sat, the reason being that I could suddenly hear a sloshing sound that was closer to running water than the sound of liquid moving to the rhythm of footsteps.

Looking around I was startled to find that the wall opposite where I sat was slowly puckering inward, becoming something akin to a black hole. With an ever increasing speed all the things that occupied my goddess' stomach were beginning to move in the direction of the hole. This included the goo, the stomach acid, and most importantly, me.

Seeing the movement around me, and hearing the sucking noises coming from the other end of the belly, I grabbed onto the flesh at my side, and was gratified when it proved just rugged enough to hold onto. It didn't stay that way though, as the stomach began to take on a shape much like a funnel, and I quickly found myself dangling over a slope that led straight into my goddess' small intestine.

I realized then that I'd waited too long to climb out, and that I had to hold on, lest I be swept along my goddess' digestive tract to that inevitable conclusion. If I was able to stay in the stomach I could try to climb up her throat, or at least irritate her enough to make her vomit, but if I was pulled through the complete water-flume ride that was her intestine I would have little chance of reaching the top exit, and would instead have to settle for the rear, and very likely a smelly grave as she flushed me down the toilet to drown without ever knowing I was there.

This thought led me to grab onto the wall with all my might, which it turned out was a terrible idea, as this was just enough for my goddess to notice, and she suddenly jumped in response. This motion, noticeable even to someone outside her, was more than enough to dislodge me from my position and send me flying. Luckily I was able to grab something in my flight this time, and now found myself much higher above the funnel below, right near the entrance to the esophagus.

"Oh it's just lunch settling down," she said a moment later, and those words rattled my prison, nearly causing me to lose my tenuous grip, but I held, not ready to give up just yet. I could hear another muffled response, followed a few moments later by my goddess walking again, and finally siting still. I waited a few seconds to make sure she'd stay still before starting to grab clumps of flesh and make my way over to the tight ring of muscle that was my escape.

Of course, being that the stomach was draining, that ring was squeezed tightly shut, but I'd come too far to let that stop me. Hanging by my hands I began to kick at the opening, hoping that it would yield to me. Instead it only seemed to grow tighter, and I was forced to redo my hand positions as I prepared to make another go at it, and so was unprepared as the flesh of her stomach began to crumple as my goddess took in a deep breathe, before releasing it in a rumbling sigh, which caused the skin to bounce back into shape, making me lose my grip and plummet towards the floor below.

I struck the ground so hard I know she felt it, though she didn't jump this time as she'd done before. As I'd suspected the ground of the funnel, though seemingly porous, was quite slick, and I found myself sliding towards the dark hole at the other end of the stomach. It yawned open like the mouth of some predator in anticipation of the kill, and as I slid along the rough surface that separated it from the stomach it began to close, and I shouted at the heavens as it did, for it marked my death.

That didn't stop the flesh of the goddess, as I doubt anything, least of all my puny voice, could have stopped the moving of her body. With a sad slowness it covered the exit in a solid looking wall of pressed flesh, and when I tried to rush towards it, the ridged flesh around me began to move, and I was forced away from my only hope for survival by the motion. I reached out towards it, trying to will it to come closer.

Then, without warning, I reached a precipice, and fell down into the abyss, with no hope of ever returning to the light. Around me the walls of my goddess' intestine seemed to sweat acid, this one stronger than that of the stomach, and causing me to feel a slight sting wherever it touched me. As I was slowly pulled along by the ridges I could only find pleasure in that every part of my body was touching my goddess, in a way that no other man ever could, and this comforted me slightly as I made my way ever onward, each moment getting closer to a smelly, watery grave.

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With one last key stroke it was done. I'd finished my whole day's work in the time it was supposed to take for a human to digest a meal, and so I was very excited as I filed away the now manager level reports so that they could get lost in the system for a while, finally arriving where they needed to be many months too late to be of any use.

Even that depressing thought didn't get me down as I walked through the cubicles again. Unlike when I'd come in six hours ago they were mostly empty now, with only a few people still around, most doing personal projects rather than any real work. I saw only one thing of interest on that little walk, and tried my best to ignore it, because it happened to be Frank, one of the smartest guys at the office, looking at a page that had the radioactive symbol as the background, and several red ‘Top Secret" lines overlaid.

Finding that Melissa wasn't in her office I was relieved, as I don't think I could take another lecture from her about being late. I was aware now that her success probably stemmed from something supernatural purchased at the Curio Shop, and this knowledge had made dealing with her harder. Not only because I knew it, but also because she knew that I knew it.

Thankfully I was able to make it out to my car without any mishaps, and I was surprised to find that I'd been right about Jenny's car. Someone had indeed crashed into it. Though since I hadn't seen her in the office I was surprised to find her car in the lot. It was of course possible she'd been in the bathroom when I'd walked by her cubical, but then her computer would have been on, and it wasn't.

I shook my head, after all it wasn't my problem what Jenny did. She wasn't even in my department, so I pushed her out of my mind as I climbed once more into the Taurus. The late afternoon sun chose that moment to come to a level where it shined through the branches of some trees, hitting me with its light right on my abdomen. I don't know whether that was a sign, a premonition, or just some weird twist of Fate who, according to the Old Wolf, really like these kinds of things, but I felt a pressure build up in my lower body, and I was just able to contain the feeling I'd been on the brink of since lunch.

I made my way home even faster going home than I had going to work, and was thankful when I climbed out to find that I hadn't hit anything, at least not in such a way that it was visible on the car. Without another thought I rushed up the steps to my door, and entered my small two-story home, slamming my way through the door, and then bolting towards the door to my room behind the steps to the upstairs.

The door was open, something it hadn't been earlier. I didn't stop to ponder this though, and instead looked right through the open door at the bed, where there was the form of a man, sitting, though he'd been laying down when I'd left him before. Again I didn't question, as now was the time for action rather than questions. I felt pressure building as something pushed its way into my butt. Stripping off my clothes faster than a dress on prom night I ran into the room and flung myself into the man's now outstretched arms.

"Fuck me," I ordered, not requesting, but commanding, and as with all my commands the empty husk, which felt slightly cold to my touch, obeyed. He grabbed my breasts and took me there, and I felt him slide into me, at last releasing something that had been building within me for so long that it felt like a part of me. Though it was good to finally be doing this, some part of me missed the talk and moans of a man, for the walking corpse thing did nothing but follow orders, and so made no sounds as he did what I'd told him to.

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The remainder of my journey through my goddess was uneventful. After passing into her small intestine I was moved slowly forward, watching as the food, liquid, and other gunk ahead of me was absorbed by the walls, to become part of the gorgeous being in which I was entrapped. That fate would not be mine though, for even though the acid in the intestine hurt more, it was still not enough to even mark my skin.

Looking around several times I was surprised at the amount of space I had to move in, despite my thoughts that the intestine would be nearly as cramped as the esophagus. Though when it went up the walls squeezed me, whenever it moved across horizontally, or down vertically, I was basically allowed a bit of free movement by my prison, though any time I tried to move back it would move under me, forcing me forward.

After several twists and turns I came to accept my fate. Besides what better way to die than to be inside a woman's butt. Many men dream of such a death, hoping to be doing something like this in their final moments. I of course was coming out rather than shoving something in, but in my mind they equaled about the same thing, and I couldn't fight it anyway.

A few years, or more likely hours, later the surrounding walls changed, and began to draw in things much more powerfully than they were excreting acid. I realized without comment that I'd finally reached the large intestine, which was only a small rise, a bit of a walk across, and then finally a long drop into the colon, from where I would then be pushed out the lovely anus of my goddess. I didn't fight it any more, and in fact began to rush forward.

‘After all,' I thought to myself, ‘I might as well be first in line for the show.' I soon felt I was ahead of everything else, as I ceased to step in small puddles of mush, and the walls began to feel even drier, like they weren't quite ready for me. Rushing as I did I barely felt the violent motions of my goddess anymore, or even wondered why it was she was rushing so.

Before I knew it I had come to that sudden drop I'd been thinking about a moment ago, the one that led straight to my death. I didn't stand there on the edge and contemplate my existence, or anything that I probably should have done. What use is that anyway? If you're going to die, and you can't stop it, then why even think about? Just die, and hope for the best. Maybe the afterlife will be kinder to you than this one was.

With that I jumped, and landed right inside a fleshy sack, not unlike the stomach, but this one was much small, and the opening above didn't look too tight. If I tried I thought I could probably crawl back into her intestine, delaying my fate for a while, but as I said before, I had ceased to care. Now was the time to die, not to prolong life. Heck if I rushed fast enough I might even be able to squeeze out of her butt before she got to the restroom, and then I would have some chance of survival, until she sat down on me.

Forcing open the small valve at the edge of her colon I pushed my way through to whatever lay beyond. It turned out to be a small tube at first, which suddenly grew tighter for some reason that I couldn't identify. It actually felt like something was pushing the walls against me, but I didn't know what could do that, until at last I made my way out of that piece of my goddess' anatomy, and onto a very different piece of someone else's.

Before I could even begin to get my bearings everything became sticky as my goddess finally climaxed, releasing a flood of goo which I reminded myself many men would probably pay to be covered in. I wasn't one of them though, especially seeing as I was now sitting atop a giant piece of human flesh which I happened to be missing at the moment.

Pulling out of the goddess the man leaned back, satisfied with his work, though you wouldn't know it from looking at his face. Oddly the face seemed familiar to me, though I couldn't place it, and as I wiped the sticky goddess gunk out of my eyes I was overcome with a new sensation, one of being extremely tired. I didn't know why, but I couldn't keep myself awake anymore, and simply fell over while still stuck to the enormous dick.

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I came hard on his thing, at last climaxing after trying for a minute or two. It didn't take a genius like myself to quickly figure out that the pressure I'd been feeling had to be my little man, and as he wiggled his way out of me, onto the thing inside, I felt myself come again, even harder, and wondered what it was like for him to be sitting there inside the two of us as we joined like this. I didn't get to wonder long though as the husk pulled itself out, obviously believing it was done.

Really it was. I was so tired now that I could barely keep my eyes open, and I nearly fell asleep. I remembered just as I did the words of the Old Wolf about joining the man back to his body before a certain number of hours had passed, lest the two pieces of his soul become too separated to re-merge into one.

Wiping myself off I looked over at the husk, and was easily able to find the little man who was stuck in a bit of my liquid to its thing, and asking the husk to lean back. Pulling him off, I wiped some of the gunk off him, getting him as clean as I could, before at last placing the small form onto the forehead of the husk, and then I began to recite the words the Old Wolf had taught me.

As before nothing appeared to happen at first, except maybe that I felt a bit of a draining sensation. Then, slowly, the tiny form on the forehead of the husk began to grow, which was actually the opposite order of what had happened before, where he'd transferred first and then shrunk last, but I guess it would happen in reverse since the counter words were simply a backwards version of the ones that sent him into the Doll in the first place.

Without warning a flash blinded me, like something from a camera, and I was startled. Still, I had been expecting something to happen, as two souls joining together like this seemed like an event that would be broadcast in some way. As I opened my eyes again I discovered the Doll was now once again two inches in height, instead of the fraction of an inch it had been earlier, and that the husk was now breathing like a normal human, though it still felt slightly cold.

Taking the Doll in hand I debated waking the man up then. After all I wanted to hear what it had been like to be inside me through my day, and even the parts before that, but the expression on his face was so peaceful that I couldn't bring myself to wake him, and instead went out of the room, letting him rest while I went to the bathroom again, and got myself something to eat.

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I awoke with a start. Really I awoke this time, as I could remember falling asleep, though I was certainly not where I had been when I'd fallen asleep. Starting as I did I realized I again didn't know where I was, but at least this time it looked normal. I was in a room, a normal sized room, which was obviously a bed room, as I happened to be sitting on the bed.

I noticed two things at this juncture. One was that I was still naked, something that seemed wrong to me, both because I was now cold, something I hadn't been inside my goddess, and because I now had something to coverup. Looking down in disbelief I saw my maleness, returned to me in all its former glory, and a quick check showed me that I had the opposite portion back now too, though that seemed less important to me.

"I'm me again," I said in disbelief, and nearly jumped out of my skin when someone replied.

"Of course you're you again. Didn't I tell you that you would be alright when we started this?" asked a voice, so much like an angel's that it was nearly enough to bring one to tears. Looking over a wreath of red-gold hair walked in the room crowning my goddess in its locks as her emerald green eyes stared at me with the fire of her soul.

I couldn't respond to her. Now she wasn't a goddess anymore, but just some regular woman. She was still quite tall, standing at my height which I remembered was somewhere in the six to six-and-a-half feet range. Instead I just stared at her, not sure whether I should run away screaming like a madman, or try and pretend that the whole thing was some kind of crazy dream. She seemed to sense my discomfort and she looked at me with one of those looks that nurses usually give someone who's sick to reassure them.

"Are you okay? Maybe you should have some of this too. I'm sure your hungry after where you've been," she commented, and held a tray out to me. I heard an annoying shriek sound then as I jumped over to the opposite wall, and it took me a few moments to realize that it was coming from me. Looking down at the plate she was offering me I didn't faut myself for screaming though, as I tried to get farther away from the sandwich.

"What are? Psycho? You ate me on one of those earlier!" I shouted at her, sure that what I'd experienced hadn't been, couldn't have been, a dream. It took her a moment to recover from my outburst, and she just stood there for a few minutes, staring at me, before finally setting the plate down and laughing. I let her continue this sweet sound for a while, as it helped to calm me, before finally getting down off her dresser and walking over to her with a serious expression on my face.

"I don't see what's so funny about this Ms.," I told her and she held up her hand in a sign that asked for me to give her a moment, which I did. After a few more chuckles she at last calmed down and wiped a bead of water from her eyes before motioning me to the bed to sit down beside her as she took a seat. I did this, not sure what she'd do if I disobeyed.

"Listen, what do you remember? I mean at all. The Old Wolf said that sometimes when you didn't transfer memories to the Doll it would take a few extra moments for them to come back to you. I thought I'd given you that, but obviously not," she commented, picking up a half of the sandwich from the plate and offering it to me. I nearly jumped away again, and so she withdrew it, instead bringing it to her own mouth and taking a rather large bite.

This image invoked in me memories of my own day, but then when I tried to go past that, I found everything oddly blurry. I knew things, like that I'd had a mother and father, several pets, hell, even a sister, bu when I tried to focus on any of them their faces sort of slid away, and I found I couldn't remember any of their names. Trying harder I found that I couldn't remember my name either for that matter.

"What did you do to me?" I asked at last, holding my head as if I was trying to pull the memories out of it. My goddess swallowed what she'd been chewing on and set the rest aside as she curled her arm around me.

"Nothing you didn't ask for. Last night I was at a bar," she began, and I looked over at her.

"I was there looking for someone up for a very interesting day tomorrow, and I found you. You said you'd go along with me for a very interesting time, which you probably thought meant sex, which we did do that, but I also had something a bit more in mind," she continued, pulling out of her pocket a small wooden doll that was a crude imitation of the human form, though it had what looked like a hair wrapped around its neck.

"After we'd both come a couple of times I asked you if you'd like to go even deeper into me. When you said yes I told you about this Doll I'd gotten from a very odd shop on Fifth Street," she said, holding the doll out to me. As she spoke things did seem to be coming back, both my memories of the distant past and those of last night, as well as things like what shop she was talking about. The one with the sign that had a tree with an eye.

"Yeah, I remember now. You said the doll is from some kind of African tribe or something, right?" I asked, remembering only vaguely what she'd told me.

"Yes. The Old Wolf told me their name, but I can't say it. He said that they put the souls of their warriors into these Dolls so that their bodies could fight in battle without worry of injury or pain. According to him the were later wiped out when the magic of the Dolls was used against them, turning their warriors into the slaves of the enemy," she continued, and I began to remember more.

"Then you said that you could put me into the doll, and that you could then take me someplace I hadn't before," I remembered. She'd then explained the magic, how it worked, at least as far as she knew, and about how she could make the doll bigger or smaller, and could make it so that only my soul, and none of my memories were transferred to it, meaning I wouldn't know why I was small, but I would be aware that I was. She'd also asked if I wanted her to watch over me through something called a raven eye, but I'd declined. After all if she couldn't digest me than I would be fine.

"You agreed and so there we are. Do you remember it all now?" she asked, and I couldn't say yes, as there still seemed to be a few blanks, but I remembered enough now that what I'd gotten was exactly what I'd asked for.

"Yeah, mostly. And I'm sorry for what I did just a minute ago. It was everything you promised, the ride of a lifetime, though the ending could use some work," I commented, looking down at my piece and remembering being stuck to it. The mood had lightened considerably, and as she laughed at my comment she offered me the other half of her sandwich again, which I gladly accepted, as I was hungry, not having eaten all day. I did stop before biting into it though, to open it up a little bit and check for tiny passengers, but then I tore into it like a starving wolf.

"Well, now that that's over, can I ask you something?" she said, to which I could only mumble an affirmative through a mouthful of bread, meat, and cheese.

"What's your name?" she asked me, and I stopped in mid swallow. I had to think for a moment before all my memories began falling back into place. The final thing to come was my name, which was simple and to the point.

"I'm Jon," I said, swallowing my mouthful and holding out my hand to her.

"Reese," she responded, and then looked over at the doll on her dresser where she'd set it down at.

"So Jon, how'd you like to experience dessert from the other side, now that you've done it with lunch?" she asked me, a playful look in her eyes. It took me a moment to get my thoughts together enough to answer, and to down the last of my sandwich to prepare.

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I awoke with a start. Well that's not entirely accurate. After all to awake one needs to be asleep first, and I couldn't remember having fallen asleep. In fact all I could remember was that I was very cold, and was waist deep in some kind of brown gunk. Pulling off a small fingerful I put it into my mouth, and was surprised to find that I was lodged in a mountain of chocolate ice-cream that sat in the pit of a valley with deep walls. Without warning whatever had been lighting the scene was cut off by a huge shadow, and as I looked up in both elation and terror a goddess, my goddess, leaned above me, licking her lips as she lowered down a spoon towards me.....