This choice: James is digested, becoming a smelly pile of shit on the carpet • Go Back...Chapter #5Thanks A Lot Mom!!! by: chaos   By now James had been completely digested, broken down into a puddle of pink goo that churned inside the dog’s stomach with everything else she ate. He hated this form so much, not only was he pretty much helpless, but his sense of touch and smell were messed with in this state. He could smell the stomach from every inch of his body which was hyper sensitive to the walls pressing in around him. Until he reached a cool, open space to reform the only thing he could do was tremble slightly in the dark, dank stomach. He couldn’t move, just shudder all over or as his mother put it, to his utter disgust, quiver like her vibrator.
He vibrated as hard as he could now. Sometimes he could cause stomachaches, but Sandy had shown her stomach could take his shaking. He was trying something much more risky, he was trying to contact his mom.
Paula was sitting beside Sandy on the couch, watching tv and scratching the dog’s bloated belly. She didn’t notice that the dog’s belly was shaking for several minutes, pulling her hand away quickly when she felt movement. Paula might not have been the brightest bulb in the box, but she had been through this before, had it happen to her. James had been eaten again, and her reaction was the same as the last few times.
“Hahahahaha! Guess you decided not to head out after all, James,” Paula cackled, her big belly and tits bouncing with her rip-roarious laughter. Slapping her knee, she squeezed the dog’s belly, feeling the squishy boy hidden beneath all that fur and flesh. Sandy just looked at her master, tongue hanging out of her muzzle as she wondered what had her so happy. Paula continued to laugh, as James silently took not that he had a choice in speaking up. Let his mom have her laugh; just let her help him when she’s done.
“What am I going to do with you? Your own pet turned you into a dog treat, how are you going to survive when I’m not around to help you?”
James screamed in his head at that, since when had his mom ever helped him beyond getting up after crushing him with her fat ass? He asked for help all the time. He asked her to stop coming into his room drunk in the middle of the night and throwing herself into his bed with him in it, crushing him under her big, round body. He asked her to pay for movie tickets for him instead of hiding him as gum inside her mouth? He asked her to remember when he got stuck between the couch cushions and at least check before siting down. She did none of these things for him, ever.
“Well, mommy’s got to go. Since she thought you’d be out all afternoon, she called Mary to hit the bar for an early drink. Enjoy spending time with the dog, maybe next time you’ll be more careful.” Paula stood up, patting Sandy’s head as she lovingly smiled at her. Suddenly she remembered something. “Better close the gate to the backyard. Don’t want you getting out again.”
Now James was really pissed. His mom was abandoning him once more, scolding him on being careful and was responsible for Sandy getting out and eating him. Being squishy wasn’t the reason his life sucked, having a mom that sucked was the reason.
He could no longer feel his mother’s fingers rubbing the outside of the stomach; only the sounds of the heart beating and heavy breathing greeted him. He gave up on his mom saving him, upset, but not surprised by how useless she was. He had bought a safe medicine that induced vomiting in dogs to be used for this situation. He had explained to his mom a dozen times how it worked and why it was so important to him to not be eaten and digested by Sandy. Either she forgot or just didn’t care; he wasn’t sure which.
James evening was nothing but gurgling and the feeling of getting sucked into the intestines. He was always afraid his mushy form would be too thick to leave the stomach and he’d end up trapped or digested further until there was nothing left. His greatest fear was dying inside a stomach, no longer being a human being just being food for someone. He squished completely into the intestines and continued his journey. It stunk just as bad in the bowels as the stomach; just replace the smell of vomit with feces. He ignored the smell the best he could, letting the body take him through the natural course all food takes. He could feel himself getting drier, the intestines sucking out his moister. It didn’t hurt, just made him feel thirsty.
Past the colon, he reached Sandy’s rectum and waited for the inevitable bowel movement that would give him freedom. This could go either two ways, either Sandy waits for his mom to let her out to do her business or she craps him out on the carpet. He was hoping for the latter because he’d be coming out as a pink turd covered in a thin layer of filth and his mother so deserved to find him like that in the middle of her living room. Maybe that will be her motivation to help him next time.
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