Recursive Mistake
By Supernova


A commissioned work


        Pink lightning cracked through Kyle’s mind. The memories of that night twisted a primal fear into his gut as he was forced to remember the sky splitting wide open, fracturing like a busted windshield, exposing him and millions of others to a mysterious, electric radiation. Another sleepless night. Still not over the “Event” from two years past, he dragged his fingers through his blonde hair, so stressed-out that he could feel the follicles loosen from his scalp.


        “I’m so fucked up,” he whispered to himself. Another bright pink flash pulsed through his field of vision, though he knew it wasn’t real. Looking down at his feet, he felt a pang of anxiety knowing that his new stature was quite inescapably real.


        Biting his lip, he curled his toes as he lost control over his own imagination. The “Event” came back to him in inescapable detail. Each time one of the bright pink bolts reached the ground. Zap. Another person found themselves to be an inch tall.


        To this day, no one knew or fully understood the cause or purpose of the pink lightning, but the effects were extraordinarily profound in both science and society. Those shrunk were turned into their own protected class. Though each person struck by the strange phenomenon was “blessed” with increased physical durability and, strangely enough, resistance to aging, life in general was still a great deal more difficult. None of the infrastructure was designed with tiny people in mind and traveling by foot was a constant struggle. In spite of the fact that someone could “harmlessly” step on a tiny person, disappearances were extremely common. A burgeoning stereotype of tiny people was that they were sneaky and duplicitous in comparison to the “normal” population, often seen as having a penchant for voyeurism given their ability to hide in small spaces.


        Already struck with anxiety, this new and alien situation paralyzed Kyle into a near panic. Surrounded mentally on every side, if he focused on the trauma of the initial event, the fear of being swept up in a windstorm or kidnapped took its place. His brain was a vortex of darkness. Happy that he could find his own place, as most money was now in a digital format given that cash wasn’t easily exchanged between “Bigs'' and “Tinies,” he rested upon his tiny bed, at least secure in the fact that everything was much cheaper.


        Sighing, he gripped his chest, knowing that he was missing something. Something to replace the hole in his heart torn there by years of trauma. Having graduated university just three days before the “Event,” he felt as though he wasn’t able to truly “live,” that being shrunken down had robbed him of a normal life. Even in the communities of fellow tinies, he felt alone and isolated. He didn’t want to live in the “tiny” world, he wished to live in the big one.


Constantly on his miniaturized computer as a backend web developer, he was in constant contact with the “Big” world. As time passed, the tiny community began to develop their own culture, ideas, and methods on how to navigate society at large. This relative isolation regarding the inherent barrier borne by their different sizes meant that Kyle was one of the few people whose majority of coworkers were big. Sighing, he would constantly check social media sites like Twitter, as well as certain internet forums dedicated to medical technology, to check if there were some kind of cure for his new, shrunken condition. The result was always the same. Nothing. It was a mystery down to the atomic level. He was a mystery.


As he drifted to sleep, he wished he could have at least an in-road to a normal life. A relationship with one would be ideal. Covering himself in the special fine-knit blanket, his mind dwelled, for the first time that he can remember since the Event, to a pleasant future rather than a terrifying past.


The next day, he blinked several times, returning clarity to his vision. He had been in such a trance-like sleep state that, after his first inhalation of fresh, wakeful air, he felt re-invigorated. “Maybe this depression is fading away,” thought Kyle as he stepped out of bed and stretched. Rent was a pittance, as a near city-sized number of people could be housed in one apartment room. In his shoebox-sided dwelling, he had running water, electricity, heat, ventilation, all at a much higher quality than one would at a normal size. High-speed internet was a priority given that it enhanced communication between the two groups, so Kyle always enjoyed a reliable 5G connection.


Upon showering, he knew that he would pay special attention to his appearance that day. His heart thumping, Kyle knew that he should at least try to form a genuine connection with someone. Daydreaming about living in a mix-sized household, he pondered the concept of a normal-sized home with specially designed infrastructure for a tiny resident. Feeling the strangely-textured water patter against his skin, he thought of those internet articles involving all of the different accessibility options for tiny people living in big homes. Elevators, escalators, sophisticated rope systems. It all seemed fun.


He sighed, hoping whatever future girlfriend, or wife, would be into that. As far as he knew, mixed-size relationships formed after the Event were extremely rare. He’d have to bust through immense walls involving stereotypes and, well, the fact that being an inch tall was seen as an unattractive physical feature.


Donning a humiliating neon yellow coat, for the benefit of any big people who may miss him otherwise, he decided to step out for some coffee. Equipped with a tiny scooter that had massive tire treads meant to navigate the consistent “off-road” experience of being a tiny, he drove effortlessly to the nearest shop. Though it was convenient, especially now that all businesses were mandated to use them, riding through the “Tiny door” was always humiliating. As if he were a dog.


Upon receiving his coffee via a dropper, he found the taste to be exquisite. One of the advantages of living a tiny life was that he’d be able to sample the most expensive blends at a fraction of the price. Though the texture was still quite strange, as water flowed differently at his size, the flavor was still exactly the same. As he was using his tiny scooter to zip out of the cafe, he almost choked. The populations, both tiny and large, appeared to be separate even when they were in the same room. Tinies looked like bugs and bigs looked like buildings, though Kyle still liked to watch.


He choked. Hovering above him as though she were a tremendous statue was someone from his past: Hanna.


His mouth fell agape, almost allowing coffee to spill from his lip. She seemed alone, but with her earbuds in, he knew she would be rather difficult to approach. Gulping, he figured that his best shot would be to wait outdoors for her to finish and then come upon her as if the conversation were happening naturally. Pursing his lips, feeling his heart beat quickly, he drove out the front door and waited next to the building, under the window.


        Putting the scooter into an idle position, he mused upon memories of he and Hanna. Knowing her from college, before the Event, he remembered getting along quite well with her as both lab and assignment partners. Blushing, he also remembered having a subtle crush on her, especially knowing that she was so good-looking. Like the way Denise Richards looked in the 1990s, back when “Starship Troopers” was released. Her transcendent beauty only amplified at her size and, in the few years since he lost contact with her, she looked as though she learned a few makeup tricks to enhance her already attractive features.


        Her bold, beautiful eyebrows were one of her most stand-out features. Both dark and brown, they ended so sharply that they almost looked like knives. Her tanned skin, her hazel eyes, her high cheekbones. All mixed together to form an intoxicating memory within Kyle’s mind.


        He jumped as he saw the door to the cafe swing open. His heart fluttered with anticipation, his pulse rising to a fever pitch before he was deflated just as abruptly. It was someone else. Kyle couldn’t help but feel pathetic as he finished his coffee. Thinking nothing of tossing the small, biodegradable cup aside, he leaned forward on the handlebars of the scooter and practiced what he was going to say in his mind. Letting himself wander, he jumped only after the door opened, having realized it swung wide open.


        It was Hanna.


        Her lustrous brown hair bounced each time she took a step. Words got caught in Kyle’s throat, he knew he’d have to shout loudly for her to hear him. Swallowing, he raised his voice.


        “Ha-” He coughed as he watched her tremendous form begin to loom over him. Realizing she was getting far too close for his comfort level, he gripped the handlebars of his scooter. “Hann-” Another step forward. She was getting so close that he could feel her thunderous footsteps through the ground in vibratory pulses. Even now, he still found the sheer size of the bigs to be incredibly intimidating. “Hanna!” He shouted, finally, to no response. Though her headphones weren’t in, she was still transfixed upon whatever was on her phone.


        Now waving his arms. “Hanna! Down here! It’s Kyle! From college!” No response. His heart turned from pittering nervousness to pounding panic as another one of her steps came close to him. Black, glossy stilettos. She must be some kind of executive or something for a tech firm. In spite of this, she still looked stunning. But she didn’t see him whatsoever.


        Seeing her legs, both the size of immense tree trunks, continue to slam along the ground before him, he couldn’t help but cough from the microscopic dust being puffed into the air. Now in complete shock, time almost slowed down as he saw one of her feet rise off the ground and almost hover in the air above him. As the shadow of her sole held slow over his body, he could see all the little scuff marks and patterns of wear that were etched under her high-heel. The detail only became more pronounced as it began its descent towards him.


        A lump formed in his throat. He was going to be smashed. It might not kill him, but he knew he’d likely be forced to spend some time in the hospital. Being stepped on was considered one of the most humiliating risks of being a tiny, though stepping incidents were fairly uncommon, it was still like being struck by a car.


        A booming crash slammed the ground right next to Kyle. There was literally no space between the side of Hanna’s stiletto and the scooter’s tires. As she made contact with the ground, the small click of the shoe striking the ground sounded like a shattering crash. He felt a ringing in his ears as his jaw quivered. Hanna’s shoe had now peeled away from him as she continued walking down the sidewalk without even knowing she had just passed Kyle by.


        Frozen in shock, he could hear Hanna’s footsteps decrease in volume. “No. Not this time. I’m not going to stay content with my little life. I’m going to at least try!” Thought Kyle as he turned the handlebars on his scooter and hit the throttle in Hanna’s direction. “Hey! Hanna!” He shouted as loudly as he could, feeling a newfound confidence pulse through his chest. “Behind you!”


        In a moment of bravery, he decided to thump into the back of her stilettos with the front tire of his scooter. The abrupt stop thrust his torso into the handlebars, pressing a rod of hard steel into the soft flesh under his sternum. He pulled on the brakes, put it in neutral, and tried to inhale as hard as he could. Feeling like his throat was almost completely closed, he noticed the shadows above him shift ominously, like storm clouds. Leaning forward and clutching his chest, he used almost all of his effort to fill his punched-in lungs. Though he knew he wasn’t truly injured, the wind was just knocked out of him, it still felt extremely embarrassing now that he felt a pair of eyes staring at him from above.


        “Hey! I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone!” Hanna’s voice was tinged with acid. Anger tinged each one of her words, which she over-articulated, adding


        He had no idea what she was talking about. When did she say that?


        “Hanna!” He put his hand up, pointing his finger up in the air, as if to put her on pause. “No!” He continued coughing and gasping. “I’m K-” He gasped. He couldn’t get a single word out, he seriously felt as though his torso was bruised.


        A tightness came across his back. What the fuck? The fabric over his shoulders warped as if a tremendous pair of tweezers were gripping it. Darting his head up, he noticed his own weight leave his feet. He grit his teeth as a sensation of vertigo overcame his tiny body, causing an explosion of fear gust through his entire body. The sensation of ascent was gripping as he watched the “world” of his tiny life seem to shrink away as he did all those years ago.


        An abrupt stop shook him to his core. He rarely saw the world from the perspective of the bigs. How far away from the ground they were at all times. How their heads seemed to fly in the sky. How normal and yet alien it all looked. Still gasping for breath, he blinked several times to regain the clarity in his vision.


        “What do you have to say for yourself, you fuckin’ stalker asshole?” Raising his arms in the air, as if to protect his face, Kyle felt the spray from her warm spittle ejecting over his tiny body. Hanna appeared legitimately angry. “You little fucking perverts are all the same. The restraining order didn’t work, apparently.”


        “Wait!” Kyle rasped from his throat, too quietly for her to hear. She seemed to have an extreme case of missing identity. “I’m not--”


        Hanna’s sharp, bold eyebrows contorted into an expression of rage. “You know what, you little shit? I’m gonna save you a lot of legal trouble.”


        His heart continued to pound what that meant. He didn’t know how to comprehend the amount of danger he was in, as if his brain was trying to prevent him from being dazed from trauma.


        “Wh- wait!” The conception of his own body warped into something truly unfamiliar. What once felt like warm blood pumping through his veins soon felt strangely cold and syrupy. A dull ache grew under his jaw as he watched Hanna’s lips part widely and her tongue slither out of the warm, dark chamber.


        Wanting to gag as her tongue came closer, he could inhale her heavy, humid, coffee-tinged breath even before contact. A tempest of questions flooded through his mind. Why was she doing this? Who was she mistaking him for? Could she be so cruel?


        A fury of electric fire jolted through every cell in his body as the wet, warm muscle slid against his cheek. Now sweating, he could feel her saliva intermingle with the beads of fluid that had built over his forehead. He couldn’t do anything but shiver and scream as he tried, in vain, to push the bud-studded snake away. Hanna’s spit oozed through his fingers, disgustingly. Seeing it soak into his sleeves, he grit his teeth. He felt his humanity melt away, he was now, for all intents and purposes, the property of another. She could do whatever she wanted with him.


        “Hanna! No!” As her head grew smaller with distance, he could hear the vile, wet sounds of her smacking her lips together as sticky slime clung to his face. Wiping it from his head, he could feel it squish through his hair, succeeding only in smearing it around.


        A chill erupted up and down his spine as he tasted her coffee-flavored spit enter between his lips.


        “Wow, you taste pretty good. I just gotta get rid of the evidence.” His heart now feeling as though it were breaking, Kyle had never felt closer to the fact that he was a vulnerable human body than at that point. Instead of just an abstract idea, he felt each muscle bound to every bone, his heart pumping blood to his viscera, his eyes settled within his skull like perfectly-socketed puzzle pieces. He was so small. So fragile.


        His world twisted as he felt a cold blast of air over where Hanna had moistened him. His heat carried away with the wind, he could see her other hand grip his scooter before a vicious thrust. Hanna had thrown it in the alley next to the coffee shop, behind a fence. Kyle winced as he heard it crash far, far beyond where he’d be able to get it.


        “You won’t be needing that where you’re going!”


        A jet upwards forced Kyle to experience the gripping sensation of ascent. Tears bust through his squeezing eyelids. Light blinded him as he, in a strange reaction to being at the peak of his rise, opened his eyes so widely that they almost felt as though they were going to fall out.


        Below him was Hanna’s beautiful face, so large that he could see every tiny detail of her face. He could see the morder in material composed by her makeup. He could see the thin layer of peach fuzz that covered her cheeks. And, most horrifyingly of all, he could see sunlight glint off of her uvula. Her mouth was opened so widely that it could consume him easily.


        Kyle almost pissed himself. “Augh!” An inhuman shriek left him as he felt Hanna begin to lower him. He squirmed, not caring that being dropped would mean a serious injury. Anything was better than what she obviously had planned for him. Seeing the crevices in her lips spread, her nostrils warp, her cheeks develop divots as she widened her mouth below him. Humid steam rose from below, as he saw the arch of her throat jump and fall, small bubbles developing in her mucus-laden slime like pearls.


        “Hanna! No! Please!” Kicking as hard as he could, he experienced another shiver blast through him as his legs touched her tongue. The tightness on his back disappeared as he experienced gravity dragging him down into Hanna’s throat. The wall turned into the floor as he clung to the sticky surface of her tongue. With no obvious center crevice, he found nowhere easy to grab as he sunk his nails as far as they could into the soft, warm, slimy surface below.


        Her jaw clamped her teeth together and, in a blink, he was sealed in Hanna’s darkness. Immediately sent into an extreme panic, he could feel his forearms quiver so fast, they shook off the coating of saliva in thick strings. Inhaling, he could sense a strange, savory odor that hung below the obvious smell of sugary coffee that had just recently poured down her throat.


        His heart turned cold as he realized he’d be swimming in it. If he were lucky.


        Dragging his nails along the hard palate above, he felt Hanna’s spit build up under his nails before the floor crashed him into the ceiling. His clothes, now completely inundated with the thick slime, restricted his movement as they added an insurmountable heft. Any attempt to crawl was futile as the soft part of her palate warped.


        A deep, muscular tug forced him near the back of her throat. He could feel her taste buds grow in size as they dotted the back of her throat. With no internal thoughts at all other than “Must get out,” Kyle thrashed as hard as he could, grasping everything and gripping nothing.


        As a pool of Hanna’s hot saliva grew around him, a sense of doom overwhelmed his chest. His panic grew with each second as he could sense one of his shoes slip off deep beyond the abyss below.


        He didn’t even hear her gulp, but the vibration of that sound clattered your bones. Now encased in a slithering tubing, Kyle felt an emotional rot at the core of his soul. Never before even thinking this would be one of the risks of turning tiny, his internal world collapsed upon him. All of the negative emotions he had built up over the past several years were now confirmed to be justified. He regretted being confident. As he heard Hanna’s tremendous, slow heartbeat, he regretted being born.


        The bubbles of air slipping around him gave him an overwhelming, irritating tickling sensation. Quickly coming to a stop, he could sense a tight, muscular ring slip over him, slurping him into a quick, brutally shocking descent into a sea of hot goo.


        Upon landing, Kyle fixated upon the first, and most severe physical pain he felt as he dropped into the ocean of puke. His eyes felt as though someone had thrown sand in them.


As the scent of coffee filled his nostrils on the inhale, a new, more pronounced disgust echoed through him on the exhalation. It was almost as if that one breath had burned a vomit scent into his sinuses with such an eternal depth that it sent another pulse of terror through his soul. Inhaling again, Kyle could feel Hanna’s bodily warmth enter his chest, carried in the wind of stomach fog. “Aiiiiiigh!” The first full-breathed thing he had emanated since he was on his scooter. It was almost as though his body forgot the wind was knocked out of him. Fear overrode any other emotion or physical sensation.


Splashing in the goo, he noticed that he was the first solid piece of food she had eaten that day. It was just coffee mixed with mucus. Crawling on all fours towards one of her wrinkly stomach walls, he couldn’t help but feel her flesh pulse under his fingers. A body part he had never felt before was now surrounding him on all sides. As the saliva soaked into his clothing was replaced with stomach contents, he pounded and scratched the wrinkly folds that encased him. In response was only another layer of mucus ejected over him, forcing him to slide back into the putrid, bubbly pool below.


Knowing his body had an extra element of durability to it due to the shrinking process, he had no idea how this process would end.


Coated in warm slime, he placed his hands over his face as the spaces under his fingernails and between his toes began to burn. Shivering in spite of the intense heat pulsing from all angles, he felt himself begin to sob.


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        Hours passed. In her cubicle, Hanna rubbed her stomach as it began to growl. Jumping, her bubbly, shorter friend, Maddy, popped in behind her holding a small, round, foil-covered object.
        
        “Hanna! Guess what?” Maddy exclaimed, breathlessly.


        In a playful imitation of her demeanor, Hanna responded with “What? What is it, Maddy?”


        “This! This is what it is! I got you an egg sandwich. Enjoy, bee-yotch!” Maddy took the wrapped breakfast food and tossed it on Hanna’s desk like a frisbee. As quickly she showed up, she disappeared. Hanna couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at her incessant peppiness. Even though she still tasted “Victory” in her mouth, she still couldn’t help but work-related ennui set in.


        Unwrapping it, she could feel the warmth in the smell, strangely enough. Egg, bacon, and cheese on an English muffin. She couldn’t even remember putting it into her mouth. The sense of relief immediately struck her as she masticated it between her teeth and let the saliva-tinged mixture slip down her throat.


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        Kyle could feel his skin become incredibly raw. The slightest touch of the stomach walls caused explosions of pain to jolt under his skin. As if it were a tremendous bath tub he had spent far too long in, he could feel harsh wrinkles form on his fingertips, forming valleys of pure pain. It was as if someone had taken a razor blade and carved intricate patterns all over his body, though he knew that these injuries were not lethal.


        “PL’P”


        Spluttering sounds emanated from above as a chewed mass of some mysterious semi-solid fluid ejected from the hole above. Still unable to see anything, Kyle tried his best to swim backwards, but succeeded only in pressing himself into the wall behind him, which had very little give. The subtle hint of eggs and bacon entered his nostrils under the horror-inducing scent of sour vomit. “Auegh!” Kyle barely knew how to speak at this point, his tongue swollen from the intense etching of the acid that flooded around him.


        He felt intimately familiar with Hanna’s bodily sounds. How the bubbles fluttered under layers of flesh, the slight sound of her voice echoing through each of her strong breaths, and her calm, ever-present heartbeat he could feel under the stomach walls. As another terrifying plop thundered before him, he knew that contact with the freshly-eaten chyme was inevitable.


        Gritting his teeth, Kyle opened his sore, pained eyes as the wall before him moved, as if to expedite the process. Covered head-to-toe in the warm mixture, another electric grip of agony fluttered through every nerve of his body. He ran his fingers through his hair as the vomit oozed between his fingers. He winced in disgust as he felt some of the harder chunks pressed deeply into his scalp, matting slime over his head.


        Now unable to maintain any sort of stillness, he felt Hanna’s stomach go into overdrive as each wall began to undulate. The mechanical motion of the surrounding sack pressed him into unnatural positions as the walls rippled over him. Another plop of chewed food landed right over him, forcing the mixture of slime and egg far up his nostrils. For the second time that day, he found himself forced to gasp for breath. Coughing out chunks of food that someone had already swallowed, Kyle tried to swim, but the current formed by the pulsing stomach walls was too much to resist. Spitting out chunks of vomit, the burning ocean appeared to flow whichever way it pleased and no amount of writhing would prevent Kyle from being washed into the winding expanse below.


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        Hanna slipped the last quarter of the sandwich in her mouth, chewed voraciously, and swallowed, savoring the slight flavor still clinging to her tongue. Sighing, seeing a spreadsheet on her computer, Hanna clicked it away knowing that she was already far, far ahead of schedule. She didn’t technically have anything to do for two weeks. Rolling her eyes, she knew that she couldn’t let true boredom sink in, lest it lead to an actual depression.


        Wondering what Maddy would do in this situation, she spun around in her office chair, looking at her computer speakers. Biting her lip, she felt as though she had developed a revelation. It was a stressful year. It was almost time for some extra Christmas vacation days. Fuck it.


        “Hey, Maddy! Over here!” Hanna shouted as she clicked around to Spotify on her work computer. Unplugging her headphones, she cranked the speakers to medium. Knowing it’d be best to be spontaneous, Maddy walked over with a slight grin on her face.


        “Dance with me Maddy!” Clicking “Play” on the most energetic Rico Nasty song she could, she took Maddy’s arms and shook her hips. Smiling widely, she spun around in that one dance move where you felt someone twirl under your hand. Hanna didn’t care if everyone in the office was staring at them as the music continued playing loudly. Bouncing up and down with the quick beat, she could feel her breasts bounce up and down under her bra, causing her to press down so as to not have a wardrobe malfunction.


        “Yeah, Hanna! I like this! Woo!”


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        Kyle experienced a tempest of which he had never known possible. Slammed up and down in the oceanic current of digesting food, he couldn’t help but let his mouth slacken. Tasting and smelling nothing but vomit-tinged egg, he let every muscle in his body grow limp.


        Up and down, left and right, he was slammed in every single direction. Even being lodged between two stomach wrinkles, he tried staying within them but both the mechanical aspect of Hanna’s stomach churning and the violent thrashing of her dancing prevented any such mercy.


        Even feeling it within his eyes, he couldn’t help but just feel overtaken by motion. Not knowing which way was up or down, he knew that this was certainly Hanna dancing due to her heart rate spiking. It’d be the middle of the workday, so she must be doing this with the intent to torture him.


        A loud, bubbling squelching from below led him to experience another pulse of fear below his ribcage. Sobbing, he felt the river of slime guide him into her pylorus as her “exercise” prompted her body into action. Dragged along the soft flooring of her pylorus, he found himself spluttered into a fleshy chamber of a different, but still slimy texture.


        Squirming, Kyle lacked the energy to properly resist. His muscles felt as though they were on fire. Each movement he made sent another fiery blast through his pain receptors. As the stomach exit slimed against him, he knew there was nothing he could do to resist Hanna’s body from pulling him further. “I just wanted to ask her for her number,” he thought as the tight tunneling of her duodenum rippled against him, dragging him into her small intestines.


        Now fully lodged within the maze behind her midriff, he couldn’t help but feel himself dragged along the slimy bottom. Mucus forced its way up his nose as he found himself snagged on one of the folds of flesh below.


        The partially digested sandwich flowed over him, feeling like a hot meat grinder against his softened skin. As the tunnel rippled, he found himself unable to move. Held horizontally, in a prone position, his upper body felt completely stuck against the slime-covered flooring. Another thrust and Kyle’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. A bright pain pulsed from his entire lower body as the current of Hanna’s intestinal tract peeled back his pants. Almost feeling like his skin was torn off with them, he reached down and felt some relief as he realized this wasn’t the case.


        Bubbles forming over his mouth, he found his genitals to be completely exposed to Hanna’s innards. To his great shame, he couldn’t help but grow aroused at the warm, wet embrace of a beautiful woman. Even one that was trying to break him down.


        Kyle’s inner world shattered as his penis, now rock-hard with arousal, slid against the pulsing walls. Somehow finding it lodged within a small crevice, he understood the small intestines to be covered in villi, small “appendages” meant to absorb nutrients. As the skin over his most intimate area dissolved slowly, he realized that he was truly being digested alive. Not knowing how the physical advantages involved with the shrinking process would mesh with the digestion going on around him, he put his head down, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to resist either way.


        Now having been trapped within Hanna for hours, he almost understood that death wasn’t coming. With nutrients being forced into his mouth via the current of her intestines and the death-lock he was now forced in within the intestinal rippling, the horrid thought of being trapped within her indefinitely led him to ponder that, out of all potential “bad” outcomes, this was one of the “least bad.”


        He was trapped within the infinite embrace of a beautiful woman as he felt her guts slither against his cock. Intentionally thrusting his hips, he felt the slimy membrane slide against him, Kyle grunted and moaned as another chunk of chewed food slipped over his naked legs. A burst of pure pleasure coursed through him, pushing the terror and disgust aside for a split second. Sighing, he felt his cum wash away into the chyme that surrounded him, causing him to grow limp.


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        Two weeks later, Hanna sat across from Maddy at the very coffee shop that Kyle was parked outside of.


        “I never got the chance to tell you, girl, but that time we kinda freaked out at work together was super helpful. I was going through some shit.”


        Maddy put her hands on the table hard enough to cause the sugar packets to shake slightly. “Yeah? Well I got some news for you, girl! That dickhead Bill was fucking arrested! I got the text from my friend at the precinct last night!”


        Hanna felt herself grow blush. “B-Bill? W-was arrested?”


        A tremendous storm of both regret and fear rushed through Hanna. “H-how?”


        Maddy raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean how? They found him and they put handcuffs on him and-”


        “Oh, no, I mean...” Hanna rubbed her belly, thinking that she must have swallowed an innocent man, dooming him to die within her gut. Pursing her lips, she resolved never to tell anyone about it. In just a moment, she developed a lifelong secret. “Nevermind. That’s great, Maddy. Thank you for telling me.”


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        Darkness surrounded him as he lost all meaning of time. Focusing all of his energy into extracting as much sexual pleasure from this intestinal trap, Kyle lost any idea as to who or what he was. As far as he was concerned, he was just a polyp attached to the lining of some woman’s digestive system. The front of his body experienced pleasure, the back of his body experienced pain. It was the way things were now.


        As time passed, the bonding between his skin and Hanna’s intestines only grew stronger. Water and food both forced into his body by the constant rippling of the woman’s guts, he couldn’t die even if he wanted to. His entire existence was just hearing the bubbling from below, as well as the gushing of warm mucus over his now-bare skin.


        Not knowing how long this was going to last, Kyle had long simply assumed that it was going to be forever. Gushing out another orgasm into Hanna’s guts, Kyle sank into the flesh below, knowing he’d never be truly lonely ever again.