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Chaldea Tales - Chapter Seven | Commission: Grimahr
🕑 Added 2020-09-24 00:29:08 +0000 UTCGrabbing Anne, Mary dragged the bigger of the two women into the room with her and threw her down on the bed. Anne giggled and squealed as her partner laid her hands on her. She felt the contents of her stomach, including Ritsuka, sloshing around as she moved.
“Where is he!?” Mary shouted as she grabbed Anne's naked body. Anna couldn’t help but get turned on as Mary fondled her breasts, ass and anywhere she could’ve stored him to check where she was hiding their toy. Enjoying it too much, she wasn’t sure if she planned to break the news to Mary… At least not yet.
“I’m not telling!” Anne replied between giggles, squirming beneath Mary. Grabbing Mary’s wrists, so she couldn’t continue to tickle her, Anne used her larger size to flip Mary around on the bed. With Mary now beneath her, Anne returned the favour by going full attack mode. Being a reasonable bit smaller than Anne, Mary could do nothing as she was tickled and teased across her body.
During her bodily invasion, Mary reflexively scrunched her eyes shut. In the brief intervals that she did open her eyes, she saw her lover atop her, her stomach jiggling slightly. Pondering Anne’s stomach for a moment, she considered something. “You didn’t, did you?” Mary asked plainly, unreactive to the tickles now.
Slightly nervous that Mary was onto something, she paused her tickles and asked, “What are you talking about?” Her face reddened to a noticeable extent.
“Why is your face red? IS HE IN THERE?” Mary shouted. Reaching around behind Anne on top of her, she clasped her hands together and pulled her body close to Anne’s. She pulled Anne close until her ear lay against Anne’s stomach and listened intently, only to hear the gurgles of digestion.
“HELLO?!” Mary shouted into Anne’s stomach, hoping to hear back from the tiny man. She pressed her ear against Anne’s stomach once more, Anne just a spectator and subject in this whole scenario.
Struggling to keep himself above the painful, burning stomach acid, Ritsuka climbed aboard whatever digesting food he could. Things had calmed slightly now. But not even five minutes ago had Anne been jumping around or something. He wasn’t quite sure what she had been doing but whatever it was, it had induced hell inside of her stomach. He was soaked head to toe in her bile and half-digested food. Suddenly, a muffled but loud voice came blasting through the walls of his prison, “HELLO?!”
Immediately seizing this opportunity, Ritsuka screamed out in reply, “HELP ME! HELLLLLPPP!”
Mary jumped back in shock, hearing Ritsuka’s cries. “He’s… He’s in your stomach!” she said quickly, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth resting agape.
Anne smiled back at her partner, “Yes, he is”.
“And you’re okay with that? We need to get him out!” Mary replied, panicked.
“Oh he’s coming...” Anne said as she patted her stomach lightly. Ritsuka nearly fell from his food platform as vibrations rippled through Anne’s stomach and into his prison. He couldn’t hear the two women talking, other than muffled, indistinct noises.
Feeling calmer now, Mary climbed off Anne and sat on the bed beside her. “But won’t he be… Digested?” Mary whispered, feeling uncomfortable even talking about Anne digesting a real person.
“I hope not, Mary. We’re not done with him yet!” Anne laughed as she bit her lip slightly. Mary’s lips curled into a grin hearing this. Suddenly a loud gurgle rumbled through Anne’s stomach, signifying her stomach was making progress. “And maybe it’ll be sooner than we think!” she said, rubbing her stomach.
It didn’t take long before Ritsuka was dragged out from Anne’s stomach along with the rest of her food. His world, having previously been lit by a faint, red tinted light coming through Anne’s stomach, was descended into darkness.
His body was pressed on all sides as he was squeezed through the labyrinth of tubes. Time no longer became a thing as he was unwillingly carried in the sludgey mess through the pitch black tubes and chambers. Coughing and choking he desperately tried to breathe the vile gases that took up residence in the space. Each breath as he descended got harder and harder, the smell worsening as he progressed.
After what felt like an age, Ritsuka was finally pushed through a tight space and fell into Anne’s colon. The stinking gas he had been forced to breathe this entire time was massively more potent now. It pained him to even keep his eyes open so he clenched them shut as he climbed through the space. He choked and gagged, the waste getting thicker as he moved.
Anne could feel the pressure building in her rectum slightly. It definitely wasn’t anywhere near full, she could go the next day or so without using the bathroom if she wanted to. She and Mary had been waiting hours at this point, both of them eager to get him out.
“Do you think it’s time yet?” Mary asked eagerly.
“Hmm, I think maybe. There’s definitely maybe a log in there, he could be in that!” Anne replied, unsure but hopeful.
“Well, go!” Mary replied, pushing Anne slightly to encourage her to get up. Anne quickly rose from the bed and went towards their ensuite bathroom, Mary admiring her curves and ass as she walked away.
Anne shut the bathroom door behind her and wasted no time in planting her behind onto the toilet. Shuffling in her sitting position slightly, she spread each cheek and sat back down to ensure a straight and friction-free path.
Ready, she began to push. Not being very full, her body wasn’t as easy to control. Ritsuka screamed out as Anne’s rectal muscles pressed down around him, forcing him into her compacted waste as it was pressed against her closed sphincter. Eventually, Anne felt like she had something ready to come out and her sphincter soon flared open. Straining, she pushed a single log out of her asshole. As it landed, she recoiled slightly from it splashing her with the icy water.
Ritsuka was horrified as the already intense pressure induced on his body increased briefly. However, it immediately lessened as Anne’s sphincter ejected him and the rest of her shit out into the water below. As he landed, the faecal matter around him split apart, leaving him lying exposed in the murky brown water. Above him, was the slightly wet but mostly clean ass of Anne.
Suddenly, she parted her legs and brought toilet paper down to wipe. Ritsuka prayed she’d see him, he screamed out through the bowl, “HELPPP!”
Wiping first, Anne quickly swiped some toilet paper between her crack. She was pleased to find that it had been a no wipe needed shit, much due to her having spread her cheeks so well before starting. Dropping the paper onto the porcelain, purposely missing the water below, Anne rose from the seat and peered down into the bowl.
Even though she had expected to see him, she was still completely shocked to see him flailing in the water. Despite a redness to his skin, he looked relatively unscathed. Carefully, Anne reached into the bowl and plucked the tiny man out. After having flushed the toilet, she carried Ritsuka over to her bathroom sink and placed him in.
Ritsuka stood there in silence, knowing his cries for help meant nothing right now. He had screamed and he had cried, if Anne and Mary were going to use him they were going to use him. He’d try and escape when he could, it wouldn’t be from this high up under her gaze. The water from the tap splashed down behind him, partially filling the sink with water as it filled faster than it emptied.
He watched as Anne lathered some soap onto her hands before coming down on top of him. Screaming out in pain, he struggled to get away from Anne’s firm grip as she roughly scrubbed his body and coated him in soap. Once satisfied, she rinsed him off and carried him back through to Mary.
“See? Good as new!” Anne claimed as she entered the room with Ritsuka in hand.
Mary jumped up from the bed and grabbed at Anne’s hand to see the tiny man up close. With her face mere inches from him, Mary inspected him for damage. “He’s… He’s all red!” Mary pointed out, confused at how he could be unscathed but with reddened skin.
“I guess that’s what stomach acid can do to a guy,” Anne remarked, unphased by how her body had affected a living person.
