This choice: Sandy waits for her drunk master to return • Go Back...Chapter #6Mommy's puppy by: Derpus   Of course, Sandy never did what you wanted. You were reminded of this as the hours went by, with you still inside of your dog's furry butt. Even though Sandy was given to you on your birthday, she was more Paula's pet than anything. To your mother, Sandy was a good doggy, doing whatever tricks she wanted, never tearing up any of the furniture, and not having a single accident in the house. You convinced Paula to take her to obedience school a few years ago, thinking she would listen to you for a change. When she was finished, you thought that you could finally play with your dog without getting eaten or chewed up. Alas, it took mere seconds after seeing you for Sandy to send you into her tummy. The obedience classes worked, but she only obeyed your mom. She still saw you as a big walking piece of food.
You could feel Sandy's muscles tighten around you as she played with her toys, her rectum squeezing you on each side with every step as she tossed her little stuffed animals up in the air and ran around with them. If you weren't compressed into a dog turd, you thought you would vomit right now with all the moving around she did. After tossing her toys around for a little bit, laid down and you were finally given a second to rest. Exactly one second, in fact, as you can hear a soft gurgling sound coming from her stomach.
"Oh god, please don't let that be what I think it is...", you mentally whined.
*FFFRRRRRTTTTT!*
You were disgusted as you were hit with a horribly disgusting dog fart. If you still had the use of your mouth, you'd gag from the horrid stench. You weren't sure what your mom fed her, but you were going to make it a point to make sure Sandy never ate it again. With you tucked deep in your smelly prison, the dog fell asleep, waiting for her master to come home and let her out.
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About three hours later, after having been knocked out by several farts, you were awoken by the sudden movement of your dog. Your mother was home. Sandy quickly bolted to the door and jumped up and down, excited that her mommy was back and making you incredibly dizzy. After opening the door, your mother bent down and grabbed your dog and gave her a hug. "Aww... Di- *hic* did mommy's baby girl miss her?", she cooed to Sandy, who wagged her tail and licked all over her face.
Depending on how drunk your mother was, you weren't even sure if she would remember that you were eaten. "Very shibe. Much doge", Paula said as she played with her jowels.
"Wow", you thought. "She's plastered. I doubt she remembers anything from earlier." This could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what she did next.
After playing with Sandy and repeating some stupid things she saw on the internet, Paula let your dog down down and letting out a small belch. "Let's go for aw... a walk", she said, walking over to the coffee table to grab her leash. After several failed attempts to hook it onto her collar, she had given up on taking her for a walk. "How 'bout you jus- *hic* go outside", she said as she walked over to the back door and opened it. Sandy seemed to be a bit disappointed that she wasn't going to be taken for a walk, but your occupying her rectum made her bolt for the outside. Sandy soon found a spot on the grass and squat down, releasing another fart to push you along.
You mentally cheered as part of you felt the cold air outside, then the grass below. After Sandy was finished, you were a pinkish coiled mess on the ground by the tree. Done with her business, Sandy trotted back into the house. You were finally free of your dog's butt!
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