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Melissa's Breakthrough, Chapter 19
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 09:02:11 +0000 UTCChapter 19
Steve felt a mighty rush of fluid drop out from underneath him as Melissa’s pylorus tugged on his foot. At first, because of the confused motion all around him, the floating flashlight bumped up against her lower stomach walls, and Steve was thrust briefly into total darkness. Even though he still trusted Melissa – despite the insanity of the situation – he felt himself beginning to panic. It was one thing for Melissa to swallow him alive, squeeze him down through her esophagus, and then drop him down into her stomach. That was all crazy enough, of course, but even still, in a kind of demented way, it was all consistent with her mad-scientist/crazed sexpot personality. Of course she had gotten him to admit how turned-on he was by how much bigger she was than him, and how she could just totally, effortlessly dominate him. And of COURSE she had responded to this new knowledge by inventing a special new “body armor” coating that would prevent him from being harmed in her stomach. As wild as it all sounded, somehow Steve could make sense of everything that had happened…up until now.
SLORRRRRPPP
But this was different. Steve felt Melissa’s smooth, fleshy pylorus tugging and sucking on his legs, pulling him down, down…drawing him through the small, ribbed opening that was the entrance to her small intestines. How was he possibly going to survive in there!? It seemed like he could barely even fit through the opening – how on earth was he going to get through?? All of these questions were swirling and tumbling around in Steve’s head as he started groping about madly in the darkness, looking for some way, any way, out of this terrible mess.
“Mmmmm that tickles, Steve,” Melissa chuckled, her voice booming in his ears even though she wasn’t talking loudly at all. “What are you, like, doing some kind of tap dance on my sphincter?! You funny little boy…you know, one way or the other, my pylorus is gonna swallow you up, so you may as well just accept it and quit dancing aro— whooohoohoo, there it is again! Goodness, I didn’t know you could get tickled from inside your stomach!”
“I’m not…TAP DANCING, Melissa!” yelled out Steve, still flailing around with his arms in the dark, with the flashlight remaining pushed up against her lower stomach wall, “I’m trying to…to GET OUT of this!!”
“Get out?” Melissa inquired flatly, “Well that’s just patently silly. I already told you, Steve, this is HAPPENING, so you may as well just relax and enjoy it, okay? Come on, don’t you trust me!?”
“I…l-look, Melissa, it’s not even…you’re about to suck me into your small intestines!!” Steve bellowed out, as her fleshy pylorus muscles squeezed at his lower legs, sucking them up to his thighs. “I think I’m a little beyond “trust” here!”
“Hey, are you trying to make me feel bad?” complained Melissa playfully, still lounging on the sofa as she took both hands and gently began to massage her lower stomach. This movement freed up the floating flashlight from her stomach walls, and Steve was suddenly staring up at the arching, dark red cavern of Melissa’s stomach, watching in terrified awe as her huge fingers made bulging indentations in the ceiling. “Have I seriously ever given you a reason not to trust me?”
“Jeez, I don’t know!” Steve called back, trying to push down with his hands against the strong, muscular valve now sucking at his waist. Despite his fear, and the banter back and forth between them, he was completely hard. “Maybe let’s start with the fact that you mistakenly gave me a pill that SHRANK ME DOWN TO ALMOST NOTHING!?”
“Oh my god!” Melissa laughed, “Are you seriously going to throw that in my face forever? It was a mistake, Steve, an honest mistake! And anyway, I’m pretty sure it was one of the other lab technicians who messed up the antioxidant concoction in the first place, and not me.”
“Well thank heaven for that!” Steve retorted sarcastically, trying to keep his head as Melissa’s pylorus ribbed and sucked up on his body even more, swallowing up the lower half of his torso.
“Plus are you forgetting the one who actually discovered how to reverse your shrinking, hrmmm?” Melissa persisted, now jiggling her stomach with a bit more energy, so that Steve’s world began to buck and tremble all around him. “Who was it, Steve? Who did aaaaall the hard work and figured it all out? Because if you need a refresher, I can remind you how I isolated the potassium channel inhibition, which of course was caused by the inevitable apoptotic stimulation, causing the cells to struggle through a truncated –”
“NO, NO THAT’S OKAY!” yelled Steve, who was now wiggling around with both of his arms caught in the grip of the sucking mouth of Melissa’s pylorus as it swallowed him up to the middle of his chest. “I don’t need a refresher – I remember!”
“Oh! Oh well that’s good then!” Melissa chirped back at him, calming the rummaging movement of her hands against her stomach. “Gosh Steve, I don’t know why you’re so bent out of shape. And before you scream at me that I’m pulling your little body into my small intestines, yes, that’s exactly what’s happening! And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Come on, you just have to trust me! And, I mean, you’ve got that flashlight I swallowed, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t actually!” Steve called back.
“Really?” Melissa asked, “Where is it? I want you to have that before you slip into my duodenum. It’ll really be a lot more pleasant for you than just…you know…floating around in the dark. I want you to actually SEE me all around you, surrounding you…digesting you.”
Melissa’s voice had slowly morphed into a low, sensual purr, and even though Steve was up to his chest in her sucking pylorus, he felt another stab of arousal go through him. That’s exactly what was happening – she was literally digesting his body, and, beyond the sheer insanity of the act itself, Steve felt completely dwarfed and dominated by her huge body.
“It’s uhhh…it’s kind of over…over there,” Steve replied uncertainly, pointing with his head, since his arms were trapped against his torso. His thoughts had suddenly all become jumbled together, combining hazily in a kind of odd, swirling vapor in his brain. The truth was that, for the moment, he had become too overcome by the hysterical reality that he was being digested, and by the crushing erotic weight of his submission to this enormous creature surrounding him, that he couldn’t really form coherent sentences, or even thoughts themselves.
“Steve,” Melissa chuckled, “Seriously? You know I can’t see where you’re pointing. Are you okay in there?”
“Yeah…I…I uh…I’m…I’m good,” he murmured, getting sucked up to his armpits as he blinked up at the cavernous stomach walls overhead. The flashlight was still floating around, providing a kind of makeshift “illuminated tour” of Melissa’s lower stomach. He was surrounded…everywhere…by her. This was all HER.
“Well…you sound kinda out of it, mister,” Melissa declared, suddenly grabbing her stomach again and shaking it around a bit. “Come on, get it together! Let's go now, Steve, I need you alert!”
Melissa’s abrupt shake-up seemed to do the trick, since it was impossible for Steve to lose himself in awestruck erotic daydreams when a tidal wave of stomach acid hit him square in the face. Fortunately, Melissa’s agitating movements also disturbed her digestion a bit, and her pylorus relaxed a bit on his body, allowing him to free his arms, even though it was still sucked up to his lower torso.
“Okay, okay!” he called out, “I’m alert, alright!? Jeeez!”
“Silly little boy,” Melissa tutted, and even though Steve couldn’t see her externally, he knew that she was shaking her head, “You were jerking off, weren’t you? Such a pervert, my God!”
“I…l-look, I was NOT jerking off!” Steve retorted, though he had to admit that Melissa wasn’t exactly far off in her guess. If his arms and cock had been free before, he might well have started touching himself.
“I just…my arms weren’t even free until a second ago!” he added, hoping that this would bolster his rejoinder. There was nothing but silence for a few moments, as Steve felt Melissa breathing all around him, watching her stomach walls slowly expand and contract with her slight movements.
“Okay Steve,” she hummed at last, the humor evident in her voice, “Whatever you say…but really, though, I want you to hold on tight to that flashlight, alright?”
“Well I can’t, because it’s way over there!” Steve exclaimed.
“Way over where, Steve?” Melissa laughed. “You’re doing it again – I have no idea where you’re talking about.”
“Th-there! To my right!” Steve yelled, pointing wildly, as her pylorus began to swallow him again.
“Hmmm, let’s see, to your right…” muttered Melissa, and Steve knew that she was crisscrossing her hands, trying to figure out directions, which was of course hopeless, “That would mean my left, if you were facing me, but my right if you were facing the other way…uhhh Steve? Which way are you facing?”
“I…think towards you,” he replied. “So just…just lean to your right, I think!”
Melissa sat up and promptly leaned to her left. The flashlight started floating away from Steve, going back up towards the front end of her stomach.
“No, no, your other right!” exclaimed Steve, rolling his eyes and shaking his head despite his dire situation. “Holy shit, seriously, Melissa!?”
“Oh god, sorry, sorry!” she giggled, tilting herself the other way. “I’m all excited so I got mixed-up! There…does that…is that working?”
The flashlight was slowly bobbing towards him, much to Steve’s relief, and he reached out for it, trying to will it toward him.
SLLLLUUURRRRPPPPP
The smooth muscle of Melissa’s pylorus was hungrily sucking at his body again, and Steve once more found himself pulled in up to his armpits. Down below, his feet were kicking through the liquid cascading down into her small intestine, and he even felt his heel rub up against something smooth and squishy…a different kind of feeling entirely from the muscular, ribbed walls of Melissa’s stomach. Steve felt his cock bounce again in recognition that he was actually feeling the inside of her intestine, but he was more focused on grabbing the flashlight. This time, he actually had his arms free.
“It’s getting closer, but…I’m almost totally swallowed up!” called Steve desperately, stretching out his arms. He couldn’t help but think that the flashlight looked bigger to him than before. Before it had been only half as long as his body, but, as it got closer, Steve felt like it was nearly as long as he was now…or maybe even longer. How big had Melissa said it was again? Two inches!?
“Here!” Melissa replied animatedly, leaning even more to her right, “Is that helping?” Steve could tell that she was having a lot of fun, and hearing the joy in her voice actually calmed him down a little. Before, her mirth might have irritated or enraged him further, but somehow, hearing that booming, playful voice in his ears, which echoed off the huge walls all around, made him feel like it was all going to be okay. He had just spent the last half hour, at least, in her stomach acid, and nothing bad had happened to him. Melissa had him protected – and Steve reminded himself that she had done all that research into his protective body coating JUST to swallow him down into herself…JUST because she thought that it would be hot, and that it would bring them closer together. Steve had to admit, she was completely right, on both accounts.
“Yeah! That’s…it’s floating up to me!” Steve called back. The crushing, sickening wave of his anxiety had passed, leaving him feeling almost giddy, and light as a feather. The flashlight bobbed closer and closer, until finally, Steve managed to snag ahold of it, just as Melissa’s pylorus gave a mighty, hungry slurp, and he was pulled down into her duodenum, the first part of her small intestine. Steve was holding on tight to the flashlight, using it as a flotation device, which freed him from any anxiety about having to stay afloat himself. After coughing and sputtering from the cascade of fluid that had been sucked in along with him, Steve found himself in a much smaller, narrower “room,” which was a big, grey, fleshy tube that curled around, first to his right and then to his left. It looked like he was floating through a dark, stygian river in an underground cave, which curled around into a black unknown. He felt relieved to have the flashlight, both as a source of light and as something sturdy to hold onto. He was so amazed at the expansive curve of Melissa’s intestines that he hadn’t yet registered that the flashlight wasn’t just as long as he was…it was longer…by almost an inch.
“I got it!” Steve croaked out, finding his voice, and feeling that, despite the narrower confines, his voice somehow sounded smaller. “And I’m into your duo…uh…your –”
“My duodenum!” purred Melissa, lounging back on the sofa and petting her lower belly contentedly. She pulled up her shirt and started drawing little squiggly lines on her belly, tracing where Steve was going, and making sure that she kept her special listening device close to his path, so she could still hear him. “Mmmm I can feel you in there! I took some probiotics to jump-start my enteric nervous system, just so I could feel you going through!”
“That’s…uh, that’s great to hear,” Steve replied, reminding himself that asking her what the “enteric nervous system” was would have been a mistake. Melissa was prone to arcane loquaciousness, and even though he was often awed by her knowledge, and the power of her brain, it could be a bit much sometimes…especially if he was floating through the winding passages of her small intestine. He just wanted to drift along and enjoy the journey, especially after the anxiety of being sucked out of her stomach. Even still, he already knew that he would often return to that moment, over and over, when he was jerking off. It had been crazy and terrifying, yes…but insanely hot.
“You should be gliding into my jejunum now,” Melissa’s voice rumbled over his head. “That’s the middle part of my small intestine – the part responsible for absorbing the nutrients from my food.”
“Uh-huh…y-yeah,” breathed Steve, staring up in awe at the curved, overarching walls and ceiling above his head. They seemed to be strangely patterned, with what looked like a whole canvas of innumerable pink little growths that waved gently as the digested fluid flowed into them. Squinting, Steve could see that these strange polyps had smooth, rounded heads, and made a gentle, rustling sound, almost like the barely discernible, soft whisper of sleet on frozen leaves.
“What’re…there are all these little…things everywhere,” Steve said, as the flashlight floated up toward one of the intestinal walls.
“That would be my cilia, Steve,” Melissa replied, the amusement evident in her big voice vibrating through the fluid he was floating through. “Did you really go to school?”
“I...look, how many times do I have to tell you?” Steve retorted, appreciating the absurdity of “standing up for himself” in his current situation. “I wasn’t a biology or…or an anatomy major! I don’t remember all these special terms, alright?”
“Mmmm right, I forgot,” chuckled Melissa, as the fluid all around Steve shivered with her laughter, and the huge, tubular passageway trembled and shook. “You were a telecommunications major. Remind me what that means again?”
“It’s, uhh…it’s…” Steve began, but trailing off after a few seconds. It was difficult to have a normal conversation when he was literally bumping up against the cilia-dotted walls of Melissa’s small intestine. He felt the tiny, smooth tickles of thousands and thousands of her rounded cilia heads against his body, and he shivered, first out of the sheer alien unfamiliarity of the sensation. But then, as the flashlight kept riding up against the intestinal wall, his body was dragged across the cilia even more, and Steve felt himself becoming more and more aroused. He shivered a second time…and this time, it was in pleasure. It felt like he was getting a full-body massage, with thousands of little fleshy nodes gently teasing and caressing his body. His cock was at full-mast now, and the pressure was building up at the base, threatening to blow off once again. Steve couldn’t believe it – he had already cum in Melissa’s throat as she swallowed him, and he had cum again in her stomach. Was he seriously going to have ANOTHER orgasm…this time in her small intestine!?
“It’s…like, data transmission, right?” Steve forced out, trying as hard as he could to stay on topic as his body continued to get dragged through the soft, smooth sea of Melissa’s cilia. “So it’s a g-good major for, um…f-for network engineering, uhhh…you know, s-system design…cyber…cybersecurity…”
“You’re having a little trouble getting your words out, Steve,” Melissa replied, “Are you okay in there?” Even though her words were tinged with genuine concern, Steve was sure that he could hear a rumbling undercurrent of her sly, discerning humor.
“Yeah, I’m…I’m f-fine,” Steve breathed out, closing his eyes as he gave himself up to her cilia. He was completely enmeshed in them now; they were totally surrounding his body, teasing and waving and fluttering against his skin. Steve had purposefully turned his body toward them, so that they were rubbing and caressing his groin, edging his pulsating cock.
“You sound like you’re about to cum again,” Melissa hummed down at him. She had adjusted herself on the sofa and was now leaning her head close in towards her lower torso. She wanted to be able to speak in a soft purr and still be audible to him…she wanted her voice to boom in his ears. “Wow…you ARE, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes…” Steve strained out, his eyes still shut in ecstasy as his body continued to drag along the teasing expanse of her cilia.
“My goodness, it’s barely been fifteen minutes since you came in my stomach,” Melissa cooed down at him, softly rubbing her lower belly as she teased him. “Is it my cilia Steve? Is that what’s driving you crazy? Mmmm I bet they feel good rubbing up against your tiny little body, huh?”
“Yeah th-they…do,” Steve moaned. He wasn’t even trying to resist her anymore. She was just so big, so huge all around him, and every aspect of her body seemed laser-focused on tantalizing him, and reminding him just how small he was.
“I can feel you rubbing up against them,” Melissa purred in a throaty whisper. The heat was rushing into her face as she used her free hand to start rubbing her clit. “It’s soooo strange…like a little bump…a little tickle…oh my god…isn’t this crazy!?”
“C-Crazy…” Steve groaned out. He hadn’t even thought of starting to jack himself off, since Melissa’s cilia were doing all the work for him. He had never felt anything so soft and smooth before in his life, and there were thousands and thousands of them…these tiny, fleshy nodes, each one seemingly determined to gently tease him into another orgasm.
“You’re floating through my intestines,” whispered Melissa, rubbing herself harder. “You’ve already cum twice…and you’re about to cum again, since you just can’t handle how small you are compared to me. You’re helpless, aren’t you, Steve? You’re totally helpless against my body. I swallowed you up. I digested you. I’m pushing you through my jejunum. I’m surrounding you everywhere. I dominate you…I dominate you…I dominate you.”
Each time she said “dominate,” Melissa sped up rubbing herself, and Steve was tossed even harder against her cilia-covered walls. Even as he clutched hard to the flashlight, Steve felt his body literally smushed into all the teasing little fleshy nodes, and they playfully pushed back against him, almost like bouncy sponges. This created a loop where Steve would smush into them, they would bounce him off, and then he would circle back and smush into them all over again. The sensations against his skin, which had already been tantalizing in the extreme, now reached a fever-pitch of intensity, and Steve could feel his cock beginning to start spasming in an impending orgasm.
“M-Melissaaaa…!” he cried out.
“Cum Steve, cum!” her voice boomed out, shaking his entire world. “Shoot it all into me! I want it all, Steve…I want it aaaaall!”
The thudding, distant pounding sound of Melissa rubbing herself had been growing in Steve’s ears, and it now crescendoed into a thundering roar as a torrential stream of cum cascaded out of her pussy. Her hand was a blur as she came with violent force. Steve felt her primal cries explode in his ears, and the walls all around him trembled. He couldn’t have held himself back if his very life had depended on it. With a spasming shudder, he squirted into the quaking, quivering expanse of fluid, painting Melissa’s cilia walls white before it was all quickly swept away, to be absorbed into her mighty body.
“Steve…oh my goodness…!” panted Melissa, fanning herself with one hand even as she continued to rub herself through the tail end of her long, powerful orgasm, “That was incredible! You must’ve cum sooooo hard, because I could feel it spatter against me in there. I could FEEL it, Steve.”
“Yeah, that’s…uhhhh, yeah it was incredible,” Steve breathed. He was still clutching to the flashlight, his tiny chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath in the moist, heavy air of Melissa’s intestines. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was no longer gliding along at the same pace as before, and then, just as he began to understand that something was changing, he rounded a smooth, fleshy bend, and saw an immense wall of smooth, glistening muscle rising up before him, with a valve that yawned open every few seconds, letting fluid pass through. Steve ground to a halt, the flashlight “running aground” as Steve rose up on two shaky legs, waist-deep in the gently-flowing fluid, still recovering from his most recent shattering orgasm.
“Well…” Melissa hummed, correctly guessing where Steve was after feeling the tickle of his little feet. “How’s my ileocecal valve looking?”
“Is…that what I’m looking at?” Steve ventured, approaching in bobbing steps toward the muscular wall in front of him. He was still so addled by all that had happened that he hadn’t realized that the tube of Melissa’s intestines looked substantially larger, even though he had just passed through the ileum, which is the narrowest part of the intestines.
“It sure is, mister,” Melissa chuckled, reaching her knuckles down and using them to massage her right lower groin, causing the muscular expanse of her ileocecal valve to open and close a bit more urgently, sucking directly in front of Steve in a bizarre parody of a kiss.
Scchhllooop Schhlooooop
“Hear that?” Melissa purred, “That’s my cecum talking to you, Steve.”
“Your…cecum?” he asked blankly, awed by the freakish sight before him.
“Oh my god – the first part of my large intestine!” Melissa burst out, thumping her right groin with her middle finger, causing Steve to stumble forward into the heaving, lustrous muscle wall. “You really don’t know any anatomy knowledge whatsoever, do you Steve?”
“I...come on Melissa, haven’t we covered this?” Steve complained, though he was breathless as he leaned against Melissa’s ileocecal valve, with its huge, smooth mouth gently rubbing against his little body.
“I know, I know,” she chuckled. “I just love to tease you…you know that. Mmm I can feel your tiny body pressing up against it. I want you to crawl through its mouth, Steve. I want you to let it eat you up.”
“Okay, but…wait a sec,” Steve said, turning back around to look at the flashlight. It was lying there, “beached” on the side of Melissa’s intestines. “I…I don’t think I’m gonna be able to bring the flashlight with me. It’s gotten really, uhm…big all of a sudden.”
No sooner had those words left his lips than he realized what he had already started to suspect: the flashlight hadn’t gotten any bigger – HE had gotten smaller. A LOT smaller. He opened his mouth to announce his discovery, but Melissa was already talking over him, the rumbling humor of her voice shaking through the fleshy walls around him.
“Don’t worry about the flashlight,” she explained, “I forgot to mention before that I mixed in some liquified nitrogen-14 to the shell coating around your body, which should react with the trace amounts of methane in my large intestine to create a small plasma glow, which will light your way the rest of the journey.”
Steve was beyond feeling impressed by Melissa’s inventions. She was just…a genius. A genius! There was no other way around it. Everything she had done was so crazy, yet so rational and planned, that he very nearly spoke up to declare that Melissa was probably the most brilliant scientist since Einstein. But all that came out was:
“Methane!? Gross!”
“Oh stop that,” Melissa tutted, thumping her groin again with her finger, and causing Steve to actually lose his footing now and fall forward, tumbling down into the sucking sphincter mouth of her ileocecal valve. “All mammals produce methane, if we’re healthy, and anyway, carbon tetrahydride is one of the more abundant compounds in the universe, I mean…as far as we can tell with our current knowledge, which actually, speaking of which, SETI is looking for methane as a biosignature for potential, uhm…potential…you’re not really listening to me, are you?”
Melissa had trailed off humorously, figuring that Steve was too busy taking in his new surroundings to engage in a protracted conversation about carbon tetrahydride…and she was right. Steve now found himself in a much larger, more open space, staring up in wonder at the wrinkled walls that stretched up overhead and all around, expanding and contracting gently every few seconds with each breath that Melissa took. From Steve’s perspective, it looked like he was standing in a huge long room with extremely tall ceilings. Only after a few seconds did he actually register that the protective coating around his body had started to glow…a low, pleasant white that wasn’t too bright, and yet still illuminated the living, breathing, all-encompassing new space. After all the crazy kinetic activity of Melissa’s stomach, and the busy, swift voyage through her small intestine, this new phase was strangely quiet and contemplative. There was almost no sound, just the distant, rumbling rhythm of Melissa’s breathing, and the steady bass drum of her heartbeat.
Steve felt almost like he was in a dream, wandering down this outlandish passageway that rounded sharply to the right after a while, then went straight for much longer, farther than he could see, only to then bank sharply to the right yet again after he had walked on for a minute or two…or perhaps longer. Steve didn’t really know. Time seemed to stand still inside Melissa’s large intestine. As crazy as it sounded, Steve felt like he could actually…live in there. It certainly was spacious enough, and contrary to his expectations of foul stenches, it actually didn’t smell bad at all. If he had closed his eyes and ears and only sniffed with his nose, he would have thought he was in some sort of strange, humid forest.
“You’re awfully quiet, Steve,” came Melissa’s gentle voice, vibrating the red, fleshy floor and tickling his bare feet. “Is my colon making you pensive?”
“Yeah…” breathed Steve, his voice feeling smaller than ever in this cavernous, bizarre wonderland. Everything around him was softly, quietly moving, breathing, working…and yet Steve felt like nothing was happening at the same time. This was a sanctuary. He could feel his brain relaxing, resting, recovering, even as he felt another odd surge of intense arousal. Without even realizing it, Steve had been wandering along the whole way with a full erection. He only noticed when, after another long passageway, he turned right yet again, and found himself in a slightly narrower space. Wandering along almost in a trance, Steve stumbled straight into one of the huge warm red walls, and his hard cock was swallowed straight up by the living flesh.
“Oohhhhhhh…” moaned Steve, his eyes crossing slightly as a shiver of helplessly submissive arousal shot through him. Even after all that had already happened, he still just couldn’t believe how small he was, how overpowered…and how Melissa had subjected him to the most intense and insane domination of his life. It was all so wild, so totally beyond anything else, that the longer he stayed inside her, the more Steve wanted to stay. He could almost feel his mind being dismantled and remade in real-time, the tiny little inhabitant of Melissa’s digestive tract. He could live here forever…he could stay here…he could just press himself into her walls, loving her, cumming on her, worshipping her –
“Geez you really have taken a liking to it, huh?” Melissa’s humorous voice broke in, snapping him a bit out of the strange spell. “I can hear you in there, Steve…moaning like a little animal. So my sigmoid juncture is your favorite so far, is it?”
“It’s…uhh…I don’t know…” he murmured absently, like he was still trying to shake himself out of a dream. “It’s…so hard to choose.”
“Well I can tell my colon’s gone straight to your head,” Melissa chuckled. “But remember Steve, it isn’t always like this – I’ve been on a juice fast for days, remember? All cleaned out. Plus all that fennel and nutmeg I ate last night…mmmmm should be smelling good in there.”
“It…does, actually,” Steve remarked. “It’s all just…it’s perfect.”
“You’re not even kidding!” Melissa laughed. “Wow! Your mind really broke! I’m gonna call you Sigmoid Steve from now on!”
“That’s…okay, whatever,” he sighed, shrugging as he pressed himself up even harder against her walls. He didn’t care about his pride anymore. He just wanted to feel her everywhere, all around him, her warm, voluminous flesh swallowing up his tiny body even more.
“Mmm well as much as I hate to disappoint you,” Melissa continued, “You’re not going to be able to stay there much longer.”
“Why not?” Steve asked, again not caring how he sounded.
SCCCCHHHHHLLLLLLOOOOP
A sudden, quaking, sucking sound erupted from around the corner, and Steve felt his limbs stiffen up in alarm. His cock, of course, was as stiff as ever.
“Wh-what was that!?” Steve burst out.
“That,” said Melissa, grinning down at her lower abdomen, “Was my asshole coughing. She’s got a little man caught in her throat!”
