title: A Slight Mishap aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [0_dragonspet_0] id: [47846433] date: 星期三, 八月 24日 2022, 5:19:17 下午 modified: 星期三, 八月 24日 2022, 5:28:41 下午

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A Slight Mishap

Author: 0_dragonspet_0 Source: A Slight Mishap

“Quantum  entanglement successful. Matter relay corridor established. All systems calibrated and within nominal values. Prototype is ready for testing.”

The soft, pleasantly androgynous voice of the lab’s control system fills the room as the systems finish their checks. Tik glanced over, double-checking that everything was within the error bars. While he didn’t doubt the system, he was also careful enough to make sure even so. But, true to its word, everything was in order. The quantum tunnelling had gone off pretty much as expected. Fair enough, there had been a bit of fluctuation as the tunnel formed, the gateway teetering on the brink of collapse for several heartbeats before finally stabilizing. And there had been that immense rise in power draw that he still couldn’t quite explain. But, that was all behind him.

He reached up and adjusted his glasses, shifting them further up his furred muzzle in a gesture that was so ingrained he didn’t even consciously register doing it any more.

“Right… So, then we should be…”

Consulting the systems once more to help calm his anxiety, he pulled up the sample he had readied some time ago. The delivery system set into the wall hummed for a moment before a green light appeared above one of the hatches. Opening it revealed a tiny metal egg, barely the size of his palm.

It thrummed with power as he held it, the integrated power source powering an impressive array of miniaturized sensor equipment.

If all went as planned, then its short trip through the hole in space and time he’d just created would give him a wealth of information to work with. Maybe even enough to scale up his prototype and get it ready for some actual real-world applications. He couldn’t help but feel faintly giddy at the prospect of it, already imagining the numerous uses such a technology could be put to, all the doors it would open for the world at large. And, he pictured how his boss would react. Maybe this would be what it finally took to impress the cobalt colossus that ran the facility. He shuddered as he pictured her, the implacable dragoness at her desk, fingers steepled and eyes narrowed in that way she did that let you know you had her full attention and that it was most unwise to waste it. Maybe that was a bit of a long shot. She didn’t seem the type to really be impressed. Maybe he’d just have to settle for a curt nod of professional acknowledgement. Though, he couldn’t help but want to imagine her smiling.

He caught a glimpse of himself reflected from one of the windows that faced into the production line of the facility, a goofy grin plastered across his fuzzy snout. It was at times like this he found himself very happy indeed that he mostly worked alone in the lab, so that nobody could see the lead researcher of the entire Quantum Applications section grinning to himself like some lost lab rat high on stimulants.

It wasn’t that far off a comparison he mused to himself as he set the egg into the receptacle and started the sequence that would synchronise its sensors to that of the rest of the lab. After all, there was no shortage of similarities between his kind and that of the humble rattus faber of far distant Terra. Though his kind tended to exhibit traits and features far more closely related to the more carnivorous reptiles of that distant ball of dirt.

The system chimed softly, announcing that the sync was a success and that the signal was strong.

Adjusting his glasses once more, he tapped the command that would initiate the procedure. A low hum  began to fill the room as one of the mechanical arms mounted into the ceiling swung around and gently picked up the sensor bundle, gripping it carefully with tendril fingers and shifting it towards the humming  machine. He watched it move with rapt attention, his eagerness winning out over his earlier concerns as the arm neared the machine. And then, as it began to near the centre of the dais where the focus of the machine’s energies were, it simply froze.

No, that’s not quite right, he thought, the distress rising in his throat. It’s… Something is wrong here.

It looked like for all the world like a computer running out of rendering power, several ghostly afterimages hanging behind it. That… was probably a very bad sign.

Frantically he began to type away at his keyboard, desperately looking for any hint as to what was happening. A thin, reedy sound began to fill the room, like air escaping a balloon in a room elsewhere.

His lab coat was already starting to shift, a faint breeze having suddenly picked up in the seconds while he’d been distracted.

When  he turned to face the machine again, he felt his heart skip a beat. Where the egg had been, there was simply an absence. A hole in reality. He could see the other parts of his lab through it, though the colours were off just enough to feel disquieting.

And then, it pulsed. It was as if the surface of reality itself rippled. He found himself falling through himself, his consciousness dissipating as he was dragged into it.

A loud pop echoed through his mind as he suddenly found himself back to physicality, his mind snapping back to his body with enough force to cause recoil.

And rapidly realised he was drowning. Panic flooded his body as he struggled to find his orientation, and it took him several seconds to even find out which way was up. Mercifully, the surface was not far away, though the milky liquid around him made it near impossible to tell with any certainty.

He finally broke the surface, coughing and gagging as he fought for breath, desperate to avoid a watery demise. It was hard to see, his vision swimming as fear and adrenaline and the lingering after-

effects of his displacement receded. Something bumped against him and he threw his arms around it, clinging to it for dear life.

It was only after a few minutes spent just recovering that he finally started to see again, vision recovering slowly as whatever had just happened started to release its grip on him. And, when he finally managed to blink away the last fuzzy layers, he let out a tiny gasp, entirely unprepared for just where he was.

“Oh…  Oh dear.”

The figure that towered over him was unmistakeable. It was his boss. Nona.

And she was naked. At least, as far as he could tell. The rest of her body was obscured by the ceramic rim of the bowl he floated in. But, her upper half was softly illuminated by the glow from the tablet she was staring at. Her hand moved in that slow, ponderous way people would when their minds were preoccupied.

Something about the light from the screen served to illuminate her nakedness, the pale glow highlighting her curves, the colour of her scales… Everything.

Tall and slender, her physique toned and curving in all the right places. He had never even thought of her like this before. She had always been this implacable, imposing figure (the fact aided by the fact that she was a full-blooded dragon and easily ten times the size of anyone on base). And now, now she was just sitting there, her eyes half-glazed over as she read something, eating up spoon after spoon of cereal. He almost lost himself in watching her, watching the way her lips moved as she idly chewed up the breakfast snack. The way her jaw shifted. Each bite terminating in a soft gulp as she swallowed it down, a tiny dent sliding down her throat and drawing his eyes with it until it finally terminated below her collarbone. And watching her soft, supple breasts shift with each breath was making him ache in ways he hadn’t even thought himself capable of, before now. They were as perfect as she was, the scales covering them somehow radiating a palpable sense of softness, as if inviting a hand to cup them. To feel them, to caress them. Feel their weight against the palm. To gently toy with those nipples until….

He let out a shuddering breath, trying to rein in his thoughts before they completely derailed.

Trembling, he tried to calm his racing heartbeat, growing uncomfortably aware of just how hard he was getting, how badly his body was longing for hers, despite the comedic size difference that would have been between them.

He swallowed nervously, growing uncomfortably aware that he was staring at her again, that his eyes kept drifting between her chest and her mouth, watching her lips as she ate.

Oh by all the gods above and below, I capital C Cannot be having these thoughts about her. She’s my boss!

And yet, his cock seemed more than happy to have the thoughts on his behalf.

Oh. Oh fuck.

It was the sensation of his stiffening shaft against the cool liquid that finally clued him in to what his body had been telling him since he jolted back to awareness; He was buck fucking naked. Floating free and as bare as the day he’d been born. Floating naked. In his bosses’ cereal bowl. With a raging erection.

Now  he was suddenly faced with the conundrum: Announce his presence and let her catch him, naked and horny as fuck in her cereal, or say nothing and try to find some way to scamper his way out of there without her any the wiser.

His brain wanted him to go with the former. A bit of embarrassment was surely a small price to pay to avoid making things worse.

So naturally, he went with the latter. Struggling, he began to swim his way towards the edge of the bowl. And, before he’d even gotten half-way he suddenly felt something shift in the liquid around him.

The metal spoon rose up beneath him and lifted him and the scoop of cereal up into the air.

Frantically, he tried to scramble out of it, but before he could find much of a grip he was too far up to even risk. Turning, he came face to face with her widening maw, her lips pulling slightly back from her teeth to expose the full cavernous depth of her mouth. Her sheer size and all the little fears that came with that had haunted the base for quite some time, everyone not entirely comfortable working under someone so big they could easily swallow you up without even noticing. And yet, there’d never really been any disappearances. At least, there hadn’t been, until now.

It was like coming face to face with geography. Her mouth seemed more like the entrance to some vast, organic cavern than any living creature. Teeth the size of office chairs, her tongue easily bigger than his entire room. It was almost too much to take in. His entire body felt petrified. He couldn’t even manage to make his lips move. Hot breath crashed against him as the spoon began to move towards her maw, tongue idly flexing and bits of half-chewed food already waiting for him. Entirely unceremoniously he found himself dumped into her waiting mouth, fruit loops and milk splashing in alongside him. There is barely even any time to fully appreciate just what has happened before the light from outside starts to dwindle, the lips closing behind him. All he could do was watch them, a dumbfounded  look on his face. And then, with a soft sound, they closed, leaving him in darkness.

As soon as they did the tongue shifted, sending loops and milk and all spilling to the side. With a soft thud, he struck the side of something hard, waves of milk crashing over him. Loud crunching sounds filled the chamber and it didn’t take long for him to figure out what was happening. Scrambling away from her teeth, he found himself slipping and sliding as he fought for purchase. Light once more flowed into his prison, but soon was gone again, the only thing left in its wake being yet more fruit loops. For several terrifying seconds he tried his best to avoid ending between her teeth, but her twisting tongue did not make it easy for him.

Mercifully, she soon stopped chewing, leaving him to collapse against her tongue, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. It didn’t exactly help matters much that he was still rock hard, and the constant shifting tongue under him was having quite the effect on his body. So much so he hardly even noticed the glass rising to the cobalt lips, only noticing it as the orange juice it contained came spilling into his prison, crashing against him in a fruity wave. It wasn’t enough to submerge him in any way, but it still sent him sliding backwards, unable to arrest his backwards momentum.

He hit the back of her throat with a wet splat, the force of the liquid driving him back against it until he was back to gullet with it. Struggling, he tried to slip away, but just when he found something to grip, she swallowed.

The wall of flesh flexed and opened up behind him, the liquid mess swirling around his feet as it flowed into her. For several moments he managed to keep himself pinned in place, arms and feet stretched wide in a desperate attempt to avoid ingestion.

And then, his foot slipped. And with that, it was all over. That brief moment was all it took. The walls of the throat eagerly grabbed his errant limb and pulled hard, dragging him down and in. Wet, warm flesh crept up his body until the walls of the throat was all he could see, even the faint light of her maw  fading as he slid into her body.

Soft, slick flesh claimed him. Clung to him. Gripped every inch of his body in its warm embrace as it dragged him into the depths of her body.

As terrifying as it was, it was also strangely intimate. He could hear her body all around him. Could hear the steady beat of her heart as it grew in volume, his downwards descent bringing him closer to her very core. And, over it, he could hear her breathing. Soft and gentle. Completely relaxed. As if everything was normal. As if she hadn’t just eaten one of her subordinates alive along with her morning cereal. And despite it all, the gentleness of her breathing and the steady th-thump of her heart.

His body wanted to panic, to thrash and struggle. And yet… He couldn’t quite find it in himself to struggle. There was something so deeply reassuring about it. About the way the slick, undulating walls clung to his body, squeezing him as they eased him deeper. The sounds of her heart rose until he could’ve sworn it was right next to him, echoing in his ears.

Waves of peristaltic motion washed over him again and again as he slipped deeper and deeper, each wave squeezing him tight as it passed. It was too much. He felt the air leave his body again and again, head swimming, barely able to catch his next breath before it was once again squeezed out of him.

The flesh was unyielding. And yet, it kept caressing him in ways that would have taken his breath away, had the pressure not already done so. Each wave forced the tight tube of slick wetness to grind against his cock, the touch making his legs tremble and eyes water.

Oh fuck this is actual torture…

He couldn’t help it. His body was reacting to its environment in entirely predictable manners. As weird as it felt, as much as it felt like a violation of trust… It also felt entirely too good to ignore. And, if he was honest, it wasn’t as if it was his fault, right? He hadn’t chosen to be scooped up and swallowed whole by his boss like some piece of candy. It had just sort of… happened. Nor could he really be held responsible for the fact that she apparently, unbeknownst to everyone in the lab, was actually secretly a fucking goddess in the flesh.

And the fact that all his clothes had mysteriously vanished was entirely out of his control.

Shuddering, he pressed his face against the slick chute of flesh, relishing the way it squished and adjusted to the contours of his body. It really was like being trapped in a taut tube of lubed up silicon.

That was actively writhing and shifting. And transporting him to an active stomach. Which he was going to too.

Another shudder, stronger this time, raced through him. There was an unplaceable thrill associated with that thought. Something he could not for the life of him place. Yet, he couldn’t deny it was hot as fuck too. Just imagining what it would be in there, chock full of food… Churning and gurgling, all that food being compacted into mush. With him dropped into its centre.

It began gently and grew in intensity, gathering momentum as it went. His entire body shook as the orgasm wound its way through him, cock throbbing as he sprayed his essence all over the inside of her oesophagus. Jet after jet left him, each making spots of light dance in his vision.

Almost as if in response, a deep rumble rose from below. The reverberations propagated through the warm  flesh, making his skin tingle as it passed over him. It was starting to grow hotter and hotter, the sounds of her stomach actively working gradually rising in volume until it overtook the other sounds, drowning it all in a cacophony of gurgles and gluts and groans.

Soon enough, he found himself pushing up against a tight knot of flesh, the wrinkles of it shifting and flexing beneath him. With a wet sound, it opened, revealing the churning abyss below. With a yelp of surprise, he dropped into it.

With a loud splash he dropped into the disgusting mess, the denseness of the viscous liquid fortunately making it easy enough to make his way back to the surface, though it also meant he was utterly soaked in stomach fluid and partially digested slop. Grunting, he managed to clamber his way onto a half-chewed piece of toast, grateful to be out of the sloshing waves.

“O-oh. Oh fuck.”

He surveyed the surrounding landscape, grateful for the keen night-sight his kind had developed and bioengineering had honed to easily rival even military grade kit. It was truly something to take the breath away.

It was a great big boiling quagmire of partially digested food, shifting and sloshing, bubbling and broiling. Islands formed and faded as their constituent parts dissolved and fresh bits floated to the surface of the murky broth. It was glorious and revolting in equal measure.

His brain kept wanting to compare it to plate tectonics. Geology made organic. As he watched, yet more partially chewed cereal slopped into the churning chamber, the milk splashing into the viscous slop and briefly diluting it before dissolving. Before he even realised what was happening he found himself caressing his cock, already at half mast before he even so much as touched himself.

“G-god fuck why is this so fucking hot…”

Suppressing a moan he leaned back on his little floating refuge, toes curling and tail thumping against the side of it as he really took it in, fully absorbed the sheer, mind-boggling grossness of his situation.

It was the weirdest, most precarious situation he had ever found himself in, bar none. And, much to his chagrin, easily the hottest.

Before his very eyes, digestion was taking place, several of the larger lumps floating around in the caustic pool breaking up of their own accord as the acids broke them down. Others were softened enough to where the churning stomach walls could smush them into a pulped mess, leaving the rest to dissolve into the murky mess.

The walls themselves were rippling with motion, contracting in waves that might as well have been geological upheavals to him. It really was like being trapped in a great cave system that actively wanted to break him down, the walls as unyielding as rock for all their softness. Part of him wondered why he was even still whole, why he hadn’t yet joined the rest of her breakfast as, well, breakfast. His fur was as messy as ever, utterly soaked in the caustic slop. And yet… He didn’t feel any different.

There was no irritation on his skin, no concerning aches or itching that might signify the start of digestion. Instead there was just… A pleasant heat. And the intoxication of being so close to his boss, someone  he had admired for most of his professional life. He couldn’t help but feel an illicit thrill as he began to stroke himself faster, his clawed feet digging slightly into the piece of toast as he worked himself up to yet another orgasm. The heat, the smells, the sight of that vast organic cave endlessly toiling, grinding all that organic matter into mush… It was all pushing buttons he hadn’t, until just now, even realised he had.

And holy fuck were they ever some big-ass fucking buttons. They probably belonged in a bunker somewhere, with danger symbols and a big “Do not touch! Squicky stuff!” sign outside it.

Not that it really mattered. That genie was well and truly out of the bottle.

Some part of his mind kept trying to analyse what was happening, trying to find the why and the what of it. And while he wasn’t a biologist by any means, he had a passing familiarity with it after spending a few semesters studying the digestive habits of sand worms.

The closest his brain could get was some half formed theory about hyper-condensed matter. Or his body being stuck in a weird quantum superposition, forever hovering between digested and not digested until he was directly observed.

Or, he thought to himself, feeling the heat flushing his cheeks, maybe I’ve just been cooped up in this facility for too long and I’ve gone stir crazy with built-up sexual tension. Maybe there is some latent gene that’s sent me into heat and this is just the result of my brain stuck in a turbo horny torpor.

Maybe  my body is still in my bed, ejaculating all over my bedsheets while I’m dreaming of being trapped in my bosses’ gut.

He snorted, amused despite himself.

…I don’t quite know what that says about me that my deepest sexual desire apparently is being some piece of food trapped in Nona’s gut. Gobbled up, without her even knowing.

A shiver raced down his spine and all the way out to the tip of his tail, a heavy glob of pre dripping from his cock and disappearing into the murky slop below. Distantly, he noted that the bread he was sitting on was starting to sit considerably lower in the ‘water’, and its surface was starting to go really soggy.

Nnnghfuck, okay, so maybe it is a bit hot as fuck. Somehow, I don’t feel that really helps my argument any. Gods, I don’t even know if I want this to be real or a dream. On one hand, I get to explore Nona’s body to my heart’s content, to feel her like no other. And on the other… If I get out I’ll have a fucking hell of a time explaining it. Don’t think I’ll ever be able to look her in the eye if I have to…

He swallowed, his mind already forming a wire-mesh diagram of her body, with a blinking little dot in her belly to signify ‘You are here’. It slowly began to descend through a twisting warren, the tunnels getting tighter and tighter until at long last it emerged from her lower half.

I-If I have to make my way out that way.

A deep shudder rocked his fleshy prison, the walls contracting as something began to happen. Heavy gurgles and groans echoed from the walls, almost deafening in volume. Shortly afterwards, a series of wet, muddy bubbling sounds, each gloopier than the last, filled the stomach interior. Dimly, he could see a faint maelstrom forming on the far side of the stomach, forming and fading again and again, funnelling a little bit more off with each cycle.

O-oh, he thought, and was infinitely glad nobody could see the sheer force of his blush at that exact moment  in time. Part of him was surprised to note that it failed to light up his surroundings.

There was something intensely hot about seeing such a potent reminder of where he was, of what was happening around him. He was stuck in a stomach in the middle of an active digestion cycle, watching it all unfold. It was a gift, and a curse. Even if he made it out, he would now be stuck with these memories forever stuck in his head. Which in turn would make every interaction with his boss a minefield, where each wrong step could result in him popping a boner or turning into a stammering, blubbering mess.

I’d almost prefer a real mine at that point, he thought, though he didn’t let any of that stop him from continuing fondling himself. After all, if he really was trapped in here for the full duration, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest. Everything after that would be a problem for future him.

“F-fuck!”

His voice was drowned out by a particularly loud groan as a sizeable portion of what was left in the stomach flowed out. Warm bliss washed over him as he came again, his cock pulsing as he sent a few more arcs of cum splashing into what was left of the stomach’s contents. Even that had some perverse pleasure all of its own, the thought that some small part of him was becoming part of her.

That his seed was fuelling her.

Leaning back, he collapsed against the soggy bread, chest rising and falling as his heart tried to return to normalcy.

He hadn’t thought himself that out of shape, but the last few… However long it had been had really taken it out of him. Though, he thought, that is an interesting point to bring up. How long has it been?

How  long was I trapped in that strange space-between-space? And, hmm, perhaps… Oh I wish I had my notepad with me.

Stretching and standing up, he hopped off the soggy piece of bread, landing with a wet splat on the slick stomach floor. It was far from the simplest thing he’d ever done to keep his balance on the ever shifting surface, but he managed.

Slipping and sliding, he made his way across the sizeable expanse of stomach, clambering over bits of food and slipping between folds of flesh as he trekked from one end to the other. It was strange, he knew the interior of a stomach as well as anyone, was decently familiar with how the body of several species looked inside and out. Yet, seeing it like this… In such scale... It was, he realised with mild amusement, the same design principles that had guided the builders of churches and cathedrals for millennia.

Build it to inspire awe.

And that it did. He could not help but feel utterly awestruck by the sheer enormity of it. It easily dwarfed him so many times over it became comical. Now that he had a few quiet moments to truly admire it and take it in, every new detail sent a thrill of excitement down his spine. Great slimy tendrils hung in arches and columns from the ceiling, the opaque viscous fluids glistening with the faint light that existed within the depths of the dragoness’ gut. Heavy streams of fluids flowed along the folds of flesh that covered the inside of the stomach, bubbles and foam forming where the rivers melded. And at the far end of it, lurking like some half-submerged beast of myth, was something he vaguely recalled being called the lower pyloric sphincter. It was massive. Liquid still left it partially submerged, yet he still could see it clearly, a taut ring of flesh clenched shut, shutting him off from…

He felt another flush of heat as his brain followed that particular rabbit hole for a good distance before he managed to reign it back in.

There were several chunks of half-eaten food in immediate line of sight bigger than he was. And somehow,  that only made it all more awe inspiring. It also helped that, over the din of digestion, muffled but still there, he could hear her heart beating. A steady pulse, organic machinery operating at idle. It was a sound he felt as much through the soles of his feet as heard, the echoes of each beat making the flesh tremble minutely.

And then, something shifted. He toppled sideways, losing his footing and landing with a splat between two folds of flesh. Before he could even struggle his way back to his feet he fell again, grunting as he tried in vain to keep his balance. Everything had started to move, to shift, the interior of the stomach lurching from side to side with enough force to make getting up a Sisyphean task. He slid several inches along the fleshy trench he found himself in, getting a copious coating of stomach slime in the process. Over the sudden rush of wet sucking sounds that filled the chamber, he could hear the increased beat of Nona’s heart, the beats per minute rapidly climbing from a comfy rest towards active exertion. Part of him wondered what was happening, curious as to what his unwitting captor was doing. And then, a memory came to him. He’d seen her hiking once when he came in on one of the vertibirds the facility kept, the dragoness’ figure climbing its way up some steep snowy slope the first sight he had ever had of his facility head.

Another flush of heat crept up his collar as he pictured her as he had seen her this last time; naked and sweating, the drops of moisture beading along her brow, flowing down her snout and down her neck. Flowing across her chest, her perfectly formed breasts glistening with exertion. His brain could not stop once it started, going into greater and greater detail, despite however much he screamed at it to stop, that dragons did not have sweat glands and that he really, really should stop getting so sexually obsessed with his boss.

And his brain happily ran roughshod over his complaints, caring not for such petty concerns. It continued its merrymaking, conjuring up images in his head of her body in motion, working hard. The curve of her chest, the way it would flow and transition into her hips, her belly. Tail flowing out from just above her no doubt supple cheeks, that perfectly formed delta between her rump and the base of her tail. Her powerful, toned thighs pumping hard. H-her waist, with beads of moisture running down  it, flowing from her belly to her groin, folds exposed to the open air, as wet and inviting as the rest of her.

It was truly torture.

That, combined with the constant slipping and sliding he was doing, had him painfully worked up within moments.

It was hard to even imagine how long he’d been trapped in here by now, stuck in this horny limbo.

She’d stopped the constant movements some time ago and her heartbeat had settled back down.

Over the din of her body he had heard what sounded like distant waterfalls, which left him fairly confident she was back at her room and was showering. He clamped down on the opening before his brain could leap at it, not letting it get anywhere near the subjects of Nona, naked or showering.

Shortly afterwards, the sounds ceased, and he felt her shifting around him, motion translated into subtle ripples in the surface of the stomach. It was truly fascinating how much he could extrapolate from so little data. For a while, he simply contented himself to simply sitting there, snuggled into a comfy fold and listening to her body around him, taking in the full majesty of it. He closed his eyes and pictured her moving through her space, reading a report maybe, while chopping vegetables.

Maybe  there’d be some music. Or maybe she preferred to read in silence. He smiled and tried to imagine what her rooms would even look like. Would they be as cold and austere as she came off to everyone? Or would it have a more homely, comfy vibe?

He tried to recall what he had seen of it when he had been floating in her cereal, but his brain failed to come back with anything other than the perfectly crisp image of her wide open maw, tongue lolling slightly as she dropped him into her mouth.

Suppressing a shudder, he moved quickly on, abandoning that avenue of approach for the moment.

As he mused, he became aware of a growing rumble around himself, the stomach getting more and more active. Before long it was actively shaking and shifting, the surfaces within it pulsating as if it had a mind of its own. He did not have to wait long in answer to what was at the root of the problem.

Chunks of food began to trickle in from above, chunks of what he took to be some potato variant and several bits of meat, some leafy greens that he did not recognise came after, followed by a deluge of something bitter and slightly astringent.

Coffee, he realised as the dark liquid flowed around his feet, mixing with the already extant pools left over from her earlier snacking. For some reason, he had the feeling this would be rather more considerable.

And he was not wrong. The stream of partially chewed food did not show any signs of abating. If anything, it was speeding up. He found himself vaguely impressed by the sheer volume of it.

She must be really wolfing it down.

Grunting, he steadied himself as a heavy contraction passed through the chamber, the stomach already beginning to process what was inside. He swiftly made his way to a chunk of tuber that looked particularly buoyant and clambered onto it as the waters began to rise.

More food continued to pour in, the only things stopping the flow being yet more coffee and something more sweet smelling. His little floatation device rose off the stomach floor as more and more and more began to fill the stomach up, rapidly tipping the scales from mostly empty and firmly onto the side of soon to be very full indeed. It was truly staggering the amount of food she was stuffing into her gullet. He couldn’t help but imagine the considerable paunch she’d no doubt be sporting as a direct result of her feasting. Before long there was almost no room left whatsoever, his potato bumping against the roof of her stomach. He reached out and tried to nudge the sphincter that held him sealed in open, but it was like trying to make silicon coated cement move. After almost falling off his improvised raft twice he abandoned the hope of escaping out her maw while she was mid food coma and settled back, the realisation that he probably would have to take the back way out if he ever wanted to see the outside world again well and truly starting to settle in. Part of him found that idea strangely appealing, his legs fidgeting as yet another erection poked its head from between his fuzzy thighs.

“...How the hell do you still have energy left?”

He stared down at his own cock, the erect shaft gently bobbing to the rhythm of his pulse. It wasn’t as if he expected an answer so much as just finding the whole thing equally confusing and amusing.

Sighing, he settled back, his snout bumping against the roof of the cramped stomach as it gurgled and groaned, starting the laborious process of dissolving the mountain of food that suddenly filled it. It was truly a staggering amount of food and part of him wished he could’ve seen what it looked like from outside. Fresh heat crept up his collar as he imagined her buck naked on a couch, legs crossed and resting atop some coffee table as she watched a horror flick with bored disinterest. The lights from the screen playing across her naked form, highlighting her chest as it rose and fell, the roundness of her stuffed middle… The way it would droop slightly, sagging, sloshing. Maybe she’d even rub it absent-mindedly, utterly unaware of her little passenger. Before he even realised he was doing it, he was jerking off again, his body moving of its own accord while he was lost in fantasy.

There really was something so deeply appealing about the thought, about her casual nudity and seeing her so utterly stuffed. Somehow it just made her figure that little bit more divine.

And then, it got even better. The stomach around him was already rumbling and shaking, shifting and sloshing as it churned and ground the mountain of food into a mushy paste. But, something new intruded on the bodily reactions. It was quiet at first, but steadily rose in pitch, eventually becoming audible over the din of digestion. He briefly paused his stroking, ears twitching and turning as he tried to figure out just what was happening. And then, everything began to shake. Something pressed down  on the gut from outside, drastically cutting down on the little bit of free space available and nearly sending him toppling over into the murky mess below. He clung on to his potato life raft for dear life as everything began to shake, Nona’s heartbeat suddenly kicking into high gear.

And then he heard her moans. His entire body quivered in response to the sound, as if he was resonating to it. Shivers flowed up and down his frame as the moans grew in volume, becoming so loud they eventually overtook the cacophonous din of bodily noises around him. Steady vibrations began to shake the stomach, everything rising and falling with a set rhythm. As horny as he was, it didn’t take him long to puzzle out what was happening; She’d broken out a toy. Either that, or she was fucking the world’s quietest (and luckiest) lover.

Trembling, he found himself unconsciously trying to match her rhythm, rubbing himself as she rode whatever toy she had out there. Within moments he was leaking and throbbing, the pressure already hitting boiling point. Fortunately, it would seem she was not far behind. Her cries reached a fever pitch, the tremors shaking his fleshy prison hitting hard and fast. Within moments it reached a crescendo, her entire body trembling around him. He came seconds later, his load arcing up and away, disappearing into the bubbling muck as soon as it landed. Falling backwards onto his improvised raft he let out a long sigh, his body entirely warm and soft with the afterglow of release.

He had never expected to be this intimate with anyone before, and now he found himself closer to his boss than likely anyone had ever been before. Somehow, it felt right. As if it was where he was meant to be. Nodding to himself he finally decided. Once he made it out, he would confess it all. Would tell her about his accident and his trip through her. He might leave out some of the more… incriminating bits, depending on her reaction. But, he felt he owed her that much.

“Fuck. I really really hope she doesn’t squish me for this…”

Grinning, he closed his eyes and let out another deep breath, basking in the profound sense of calm that had descended on him. He didn’t really think she would. But, it would be nice if she reacted well to his little deviant confession.

When  he finally came back to, most of the contents sharing his space had liquefied, even his little raft having turned mostly into muck. Some small chunks of potato still floated around him, but most of it was long gone already. As he drifted, he felt a growing pull sending him on a long, circling path. The tug gradually grew in intensity, accompanied by a deep, resonant sucking sound as a considerable amount of the contents sloshing around him was pumped deeper into Nona’s body. Moments later, a loud gwoaaaaaarn echoed in his ears, several bubbles rising to the surface of the murky broth. He found himself actively having to fight against the tide to avoid being dragged under. Lower and lower the surface of the soupy mixture sank, the pull on his feeble form growing stronger in response.

Before long, he found himself unable to resist the pull and was dragged along, sucked through the bottom of her gut, carried along on a wave of digested muck. When the worst of it finally gave way, he managed to struggle to his feet, the slippery surface of her intestines not making it easy for him. A steady river of digested goop flowed around his feet.

As he walked, he felt something brushing against his feet, as if he was walking through a carpet of dense grass. Shuddering, he realised exactly what it was: Villi. It was the villi lining her small intestines.

They were gradually absorbing the food around him, making it part of her. Fuelling her. There was something painfully arousing about that thought. He knelt down, the murky mess flowing around him as he caressed the surface beneath, trembling as he felt the myriad tiny little protrusions lining the inside of the intestine he occupied.

It felt as if he was exploring some deep, dark cave system, as if he was spelunking, charting out a completely new biome. He had to stifle a giggle as he pictured himself with cave diving gear on and a sketchpad, drawing out the contours of her innards. Anatomy as seen by cave divers. It was an entertaining thought. And made his situation no less hot. He kept moving, occasionally having to slide down  a twist in the path before resuming. Several times he had to take a break to catch his breath, chest heaving as he collapsed against the soft walls. By now, all the food that had joined him on his little journey had been absorbed, leaving the villi attempting to absorb him instead. He felt a fresh blush creeping up his cheeks as he imagined the loads he’d already emptied into her being absorbed along with the rest of the food she’d eaten that day. Barely had he even finished thinking it than his cock was once more at full attention, throbbing and flexing and painfully hard. Trembling, he got to his knees, a tiny bead of pre forming on his tip as he placed a hand against the writhing wall to steady himself.

“Nnnfff… H-haaaah, I guess we’re doing this huh… I really hope she forgives me…”

He didn’t even stroke himself this time, instead lowering himself until his entire front and groin was pressed against the gently undulating floor. It was the single most intense sensation he had ever felt, as if a thousand fingers were gently caressing every inch of his cock at once. A moan escaped his lips before he could even stop himself, the sensation too powerful to suppress. His entire body felt as if it had been filled with molten metal, the heat welling up inside him. He’d never felt this aroused in his life. Every nerve in his body was screaming with raw, ragged desire, the urge to just stay here forever and cum into her again and again and again nearly irresistible. Shifting, he began to thrust against her walls and found her moaning back.

Something pressed against the walls near him, big enough to distend his fleshy prison. It forced yet more of the writhing villi against his form, the tiny grasping feelers caressing his belly, his thighs, his balls. Whatever it was shifted and moved, sliding back and forth with rising speed. It would seem the toy had made another triumphant return. He found himself thrusting along with it, imagining himself in its place. It was hard to decide what appealed to him more, to be the one breeding her or to be the toy itself. Both held so much appeal.

“Nnnghfuck, o-oh god Nona I’m-”

This time, they came at the same time. Everything contracted around him, the walls clenching down as she came for the second time, her last cry of pleasure sending tremors through the flesh around him. His load poured out over the undulating carpet, spilling between them and was soon gone, absorbed like all the rest.

He let out a shaky breath, his body so utterly spent. It felt as if he could barely lift his arms, let alone walk. Grunting, he rolled over and began to slowly crawl, barely managing a few feet before giving up.

It was too much. Letting out a sigh, he let himself drift off, unable to stave off the wave of lethargy that was creeping up on him.

Some interminable amount of time later he awoke, still trapped deep within Nona’s bowels. But, at least he felt rested. Remarkably so in fact. He found himself vaguely surprised at how well he’d slept, considering his surroundings.

Or, he mused as he hauled himself to his feet and began to trudge forwards, maybe it’s because of where I am. I certainly wouldn’t be averse to repeating this test. For science, of course. If Nona agrees at least.

He smiled and imagined himself bringing a lab coat and his trusty PDA for note taking. And a night cap, just to make it that little bit more comedic.

Gradually, the scenery changed, the surface beneath his feet growing smoother over time. He noted it and slipped down yet another little incline, musing on how far along he’d come. Veins pulsed and throbbed above him, the colours muted in the darkness.

Must be somewhere in her large intestines.

A flush of heat rose up his neck as the realisation set in. If he was in her intestines, that meant he’d soon be approaching her…

He swallowed nervously, trying very hard indeed to not picture what the end of his journey looked like.

Inch by inch, he made his way across the slick, slippery path as it twisted and wound its way through Nona’s body, approaching the end ever so slowly. He could feel her heartbeat through the thick walls, a distant thump, the sensation vaguely reassuring. Though it did little to help drown out the thought that kept echoing in his head; Oh god I’m going to have to make my way out of Nona’s butt. Oh jesus fuck, I’m really going to have to squeeze out of it. Fucking fuck I really, really really hope she’s still asleep by the time I get there.

A short while later, he finally found himself face to face with the tight knot of flesh, the sight unmistakeable. He’d finally made it all the way and now only a few more steps separated him from the outside. A few more steps and that tightly closed sphincter. He shuddered and took another step.

And then another. His throat felt dry as he began to approach it, fingers gripping the folds of flesh as he started to force his way between the tight knot of flesh.

It did not budge by much. But, at his size, he didn’t need a lot. He grunted and worked his way slowly but surely through it, forcing himself to squeeze another inch and then another. It was slow going, but he had recovered enough from his earlier ordeal to find it somewhat manageable. Ripples played through the tight sphincter as he worked himself through one arm at a time, the warm flesh tensing around him as if trying to chew him. There was still the feeling of doing something a bit forbidden, but he didn’t exactly have a whole wealth of options available to him unless he fancied just spending the rest of his life in her gut.

After some more squeezing through the tight knot of flesh, he finally caught his first glimpse of the outside world, a tiny pinprick of light greeting him. And then, with a grunt of effort, he managed to work his head free. He took a grateful breath of fresh air and hauled himself the rest of the way out, his body slipping free with an audible pop. Twisting, he managed to avoid falling flat on his face as he tumbled free, Nona’s tail doing an admirable job of breaking his fall.

“Nfff, w-well, that was… Quite the thing.”

He shook his head and blinked, even the low light of her rooms painfully bright. It took several minutes before he could even open his eyes above a squint, which made the sounds he was hearing all the more concerning. Soft, gentle moans was filling the room and all he could see was a fuzzy outline. There was something else too. A smell in the air. His snout twitched as he tried to place it.

There was a sweetness to it, and yet at the same time earthy. Hints of leather. Other, more unplaceable things. And musk. He could smell-

And then realisation dawned.

“O-oh. Oh fuck.”

Blinking away the last of the fuzziness from his vision with the single-minded determination of the terminally horny.

What greeted him was the very gates of heaven themselves, thrown wide and waiting for him in all their fleshy glistening glory. Or, rather, it was her sex. Nona’s. Sex. H-her sex. Which she was currently caressing, one finger sliding along the outside of her labia, while two others were slowly sliding in and out of its inner depths.

His breath caught in his throat.

It was perfection. The way her thighs flowed together where they met and melded into her sex. The way her scales flowed and parted to reveal that warm, wet cavern, as if it was some secret treasure only ever seen by those found worthy of its knowing. And the way her backside tensed and flexed as she breathed, tiny tremors passing up and down her flesh as she caressed herself. He couldn’t help but want to be closer to it. To feel it with her.

Standing on legs that suddenly felt like they might give way beneath him at any moment, he made his way back up her tail, eyes locked on that velvety prize. Nothing would dissuade him now. He’d experienced it from deep inside her, and now he wanted to be a direct part of it.

He moved with single-minded determination, hauling himself up until he found himself at the base of her sex, close enough to touch it. The smell of her was so strong it made his head spin. A wet sheen covered her lips, glistening and catching the light in ways that only served to highlight its softness. It flexed and gaped as he came closer, as if sensing his approach. Like a blind man, he stumbled forwards, arms outstretched. As his fingers touched her, a loud cry escaped the great dragon, echoing from the walls, her thighs tensing. For a moment he almost feared she’d clamp down around him and squish him. Fortunately, he was not, and was thus free to continue to explore her secret garden.

Letting his fingers glide along her insides, he stepped onto and into her, her entire body trembling as he slowly moved to stand directly in her opening.

He couldn’t help but keep the smile from his face as he set about caressing her in every way he could think of, fingers touching and caressing, teasing and toying, desperate to find every last little avenue of potential pleasure. And, by the way her moans kept increasing in volume and pitch, it would seem like he was doing a bang-up job of it. Before he could do much more however, something pushed against his back. There was just enough time to appreciate what was about to happen before he was plunged deep into her sex, her folds enveloping him with a wet squelch. Her moan as he entered her was the loudest one yet, much to his chagrin. It still felt a bit weird to be so intimate with her despite her being utterly unaware of his existence, yet it was too undeniably hot to even consider doing anything else.

Besides, this time it had really been her fault. Sort of.

He shook his head and stumbled to his feet, noting with amusement that his every motion seemed to draw fresh moans from Nona. Ripples of contractions washed through the chamber as he began to caress his surroundings, gently kneading and squeezing the wet folds of flesh. A steady trickle of something clear was running between his feet, flowing over them and filling his senses with the raw, undiluted scent of her sex. It was enough to make him feel light-headed. He did not doubt for a second that the memory of that smell would follow him for the rest of his days. Even if he never got lucky enough to experience it again, he’d likely be able to recall it perfectly from memory. Moving closer to one of the walls, he planted a soft kiss against it, delighting in the way it tensed and shifted at his touch. Tremors raced through it, muffled moans filtering in through her body. Her fingers had really started working now, sliding in and out of her with admirable gusto, filling the pulsating chamber with the constant wet sounds of her furious masturbation. It was hard to say what was hotter, the fact that she was getting this riled up, or that he had a direct hand in it. His hand once more found his cock as he began stroking himself, hips bucking as he pressed his groin against her walls. Slowly, softly, he began to thrust and grind against her insides, which seemed to spur her on even more. Something he was doing was really hitting the spot. The vibrations racing through her were coming harder and faster, her moans getting increasingly frantic. Her fingers had completely withdrawn and all that he could see still stimulating her was his own desperate movements. Which made  him all the more determined to keep it up.

And then, something pushed through her entrance and bore down on him. He caught a brief glimpse of something large and purple as it barrelled into him. With a startled yelp he found himself carried along by the tip of something smooth that felt strangely like silicon. It finally stopped, depositing him panting and trembling, mere inches from the far end of her sex. As it withdrew, the flesh gripping it tightly the whole way, he finally realised just what it was: it was a sex toy. Likely the same one she had been using earlier, when he had been…

He still felt a rush of heat as he thought back on his travels through her bowels. Another memory to cherish. It was a struggle to even get to his feet, the constant tremors caused by the rapid-fire in and out movements of the toy and Nona’s own aroused squirming leaving him stumbling drunkenly.

After the third attempt, he gave up, settling instead for just sitting back and enjoying the show.

And then, something occurred to him. Turning, he shifted to look over his shoulder. There, mere inches away from him, was her cervix. The entrance to her most holy of holies. Her womb.

He felt a shudder racing down his spine, shooting all the way out to the tip of his tail and making the hairs all along his back stand on end. A thought was forming in his head and was growing larger and larger with each passing second. Twisting, he started to crawl his way towards it, cock leaking profusely, leaving a glistening trail along her insides. Everything seemed to narrow down until all that was left was him and that wonderful opening. It was as if everything led to it. The folds of flesh wrinkled and shifted, as if they were all pointing straight at it, at that tight knot of flesh separating her insides from her innermost insides.

With some effort he managed to clamber up the slight incline, gripping and groping at her flesh (and drawing no small amount of moans as a direct result) until his waist was at the exact right height. His every nerve was humming as if they all had a live currently running through them, making them glow like the filament of a light bulb on the verge of burning out. It was hot and bordered on pain, which in turn only made it more pleasurable. The sound that escaped his lips as he thrust forwards was nigh indescribable, pure sexual nirvana somehow transmuted into vibrations. And then, he was fucking her.

Fucking her innermost portal. His groin smacked against the warm walls again and again, harder and harder, his orgasm like an oncoming train. It had an inevitability to it, as if it was more a force of nature than any petty sexual release.

And then, just before he could throw himself off that edge, something struck him from behind. The world went dark for a moment as he experienced pressure, pushing him hard against the writhing walls.

Thud. Thud-thud-thud.

Several impacts hit him in rapid succession, smacking him against the walls again and again. With one heavy thud it struck him one last time, pinning him against the walls, his cock buried in her cervix.

His cock was in her cervix. His cock. In her.

As the realisation hit, he came, spraying his seed everywhere as he tumbled into her innermost sanctum. With a soft splat, he landed on the velvety flesh, sinking slightly into it, his cock pulsing and pulsing as if it had suddenly discovered a new and hitherto untapped well of cum. With each jet he felt himself grow weaker and weaker, some small distant part of his brain starting to wonder where the fuck it was all coming from and if he maybe should be worried about it.

The rest of his mind was too preoccupied with experiencing the strongest orgasm he’d ever had (or would likely ever have) to really give much of a flying fuck. If he died at this exact moment, then he would greet death with open arms. Although, Death would likely have to get a wheelbarrow and wheel him out.

The dildo pinning him finally relented, leaving him to flop weakly against the fleshy floor, chest heaving with effort.

As the last of his orgasm wound its way through him, he felt every ounce of strength leave his body. It was all he could do to just keep breathing. All around him he could hear and feel her erupt, everything tensing as she let out one last wordless cry of release. The moment seemed to drag on forever, her body stuck in that heightened state for longer than seemed physically possible. Several more peaks seemed to hit one after the other, though their highs weren’t quite so dizzyingly high.

After what felt like several lifetimes she finally went limp.

He smiled and rolled over onto his back, eyes drifting closed as he listened to her heartbeat. It was slowing. Just like his. Without even thinking about it he found his breathing matching hers, his heart beating to her drum.

Before he even knew it, he had fallen deep into slumber.