# Bite-Sized 10: A Shitty Day

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

“Ugck… Rachel, was that you?”

“Hey!”

“Okay fine! I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“I should be the one accusing you after what happened before.”

“So if it wasn’t you and it wasn’t me, does that mean…”

Rachel and Dave were currently pressed up against each other, in what would have probably been considered uncomfortably close contact, had they not spent the last several hours getting over all concepts of personal space. The two were upright at the moment, which was a nice change after being held upside down and forced to bend at strange angles, following at the will of Sarah’s intestines.

The subject of their latest conversation was a distinct and particularly foul smell. Of course both of them had more or less lost their sense of smell by this point, but this odor was strong enough that they still noticed it even after all the time they’d spent slinking through the teenager’s guts.

Rachel had also noticed things getting a bit roomier. When they had first escaped the stomach, there definitely hadn’t been enough space for them to stand next to each other like they were now. And now there was this smell…

“Yeah, I think we’re getting close,” she said.

A deep groan sounded from below them as the slimy walls contracted firmly around their lower legs, pushing them upwards a bit as they slid against the slick muscle.

“Has it really been that long already?” Dave asked.

“No, that’s the weird thing, it’s only been… I think like nine hours.”

“How can you tell? Were you counting heartbeats or something?”

“No, genius, the school bells. Didn’t you hear them? Anyway, I know her schedule. She definitely came to get us before classes started, and that last bell we heard a little while ago should’ve been the last one for the day. I’m pretty sure we’re on the bus now.”

“Is that what all the weird shaking is?”

“Feels like it.”

A gurgle and another groan rumbled around them, the walls squeezing them onward once again.

“We’re moving through kinda fast, huh?” Dave asked.

“Yeah… I think maybe her digestive system realized it’s not actually digesting us, so now it just wants us out.”

“Lucky us,” Dave remarked.

“Unlucky for her. She’s gone to the girl’s room at least four times. We must be giving her a good stomachache.” There was a clear tone of spiteful cruelty in her voice.

“Yeah, I guess that serves her right,” he agreed. “Plus it means she’s making room for us. I guess that explains why we haven’t really run into much else in here.”

“Don’t jinx it,” she cautioned sharply.

“I wouldn’t peg you as superstitious,” he remarked.

“Well maybe it’s all a coincidence, but I did just get shrunken and eaten after spending months eating other tinies. I’m not taking any chances.”

*gurgle* *SQUELCH*

The pair felt themselves nudged upwards again in the slick darkness.

“I think I feel a bend coming up,” Dave said, his head pressing against some new flesh above him. Rachel, being shorter, had yet to reach it.

“Can you tell which way it’s going?”

“Hmm… I think it’s curving towards your side.”

“Then move over, I don’t want you getting squished on top of me again.”

…

*SQUELCH*

The intestinal walls squished around them for the umpteenth time, letting them sink a little bit lower as the muscles relaxed below their heads and contracted above their feet. Suspended upside-down in Sarah’s smelly bowels, Rachel staved off her discomfort with the knowledge that- if her memory of her biology textbook was correct- this was the last leg of their journey.

But not even that hope could give her enough emotional strength to prepare for what was about to happen.

*gurgle*…*GROAN*…*SQUELCH*

Once again the two of them were inched forward, but this time instead of feeling her head press up against the squishy flesh of the teen’s intestines, Rachel felt her head push into something much more solid.

“Oh no… oh groooossss! Please tell me that’s not what I think it is!”

Dave felt it too: a warm, yielding mass, molding to the shape of his head as his weight forced him against it.

“Eckh. Yup, that’s exactly what you think it is,” he replied.

“Ummmnnh,” she groaned uncomfortably. She put her hands forward and tried pushing her head away from it with her arms. It worked, but in doing so she felt her hands sink uncomfortably deep into the slimy surface.

“Ugk!” she gagged. “I think I’m gonna barf.”

“Please, don’t. It’s already gross enough in here.”

“Ugggghhhh.”

“And if you throw up now, we’ll have to lay in it until we get out,” he continued.

“Not helping,” Rachel scolded.

“Just… erm… think of how great it’ll be when you get out of here and get Sarah back for this,” he suggested. Rachel had talked about this subject at length over the last few hours, so it was the first thing Dave had thought of when trying to find something to divert her attention.

“Oh, she is gonna pay for this!” Rachel replied. “I swear, when I’m done she’ll beg for treatment as merciful as having to stew in someone’s shitty ass.”

Well, at least she doesn’t sound like she’s gonna puke anymore, Dave thought.

“I’ll have her on her fucking knees. She won’t even be able to look in my direction without flinching.”

But now I have to listen to this again…

…

“How long do you think it’s been?” Rachel asked.

“Twenty minutes?”

“Sounds about right.”

The two unfortunate tinies lay sideways against each other, held stationary between the walls of Sarah’s colon and an imposing piece of her waste. Stationary; unlike the past few hours. It had now been a little while since they had last moved along, about twenty minutes by their guess.

“Does this mean what I hope it means?” Dave asked.

“I think so. This should be the last bend.”

“I can’t believe we made it!”

“I know. I can’t wait to see the look on Sarah’s face when… fuck.”

“What?” Dave asked.

“Fuck!”

“What?!”

“Sarah!” she exclaimed. “What are we gonna do when she sees us!?”

“… Fuck.”

“Exactly.”

“How did we not think of this?”

*clack*

“Was that a door?” Dave asked nervously.

“She must be home now. What are we gonna do?”

“I thought this was your plan.”

“My plan kept us from being digested alive, why don’t you think of something!”

“Maybe she just won’t notice us?”

“We’re coming out of her ass! You think someone wouldn’t notice a tiny wriggling around back there?”

“Good point.”

“And even if she doesn’t, instead we’d get flushed down the toilet. If we don’t just drown who knows where we’ll end up!”

“Well we have to come out somehow! We can’t just stay in here forever!” Dave pointed out.

“Wait… that’s it!”

“What?”

“We have to stay in here.”

“Seriously Rachel? Do you hear yourself?”

“Yes, now listen. If we stay in here for a few more hours, Sarah will go to bed and we can sneak out while she’s asleep.”

“You don’t think she’ll notice and wake up?”

“…Maybe… But it’s not like you have any better ideas.”

“…Erm…”

*clank*

That had definitely been a toilet seat.

“Fine!” Dave conceded. “But how are we supposed to stay in here exactly?”

They felt Sarah’s body lurch downwards and the walls of her bowels tense.

“I don’t know, just crawl backwards!”

Frantically, the two of them started to wriggle, awkwardly trying to reverse their way deeper into the teen’s colon. But they hardly even had enough time to tell if they were making progress before the slimy walls suddenly squeezed in on them.

*gurgle* *groan* … *plop*

Rachel and Dave felt the tunnel relax just slightly as the first of Sarah’s turds landed in the toilet water, somewhere below them on the other side of the fleshy walls which held them prisoner. But not a moment later, they felt a wave of peristalsis begin to work its way down the length of the colon, ushering its next occupants towards their exit.

“Don’t let it push you!” Rachel said.

Dave wanted to ask exactly how she expected him to manage that, but it was clear from her struggles that she didn’t have much of an answer either.

Instead Dave spread his fingers and pushed his hands as firmly into the tunnel’s floor as he could, causing a sizable depression which gave him some slight bit of leverage against the overpowering muscles behind them. Rachel ended up doing something similar, thrusting her hands into the walls around her to try and hold herself in place. Of course this didn’t do much; as the pressure on their bodies increased, they both began to slide against their slimy surroundings anyway, but they only moved a short distance before the pressure suddenly stopped.

“Ugh!” they heard Sarah grunt.

“If she can feel us then I guess we’re doing something right. Try backing up again.”

The two of them tried to inch backwards once more, but were shortly met with another wave of intestinal contraction. A bit more organized this time, the two braced their backs against one another and pushed as hard as they could into the imposing walls. They felt the fleshy surface squish between their arms and legs, squeezing in tight as Sarah pushed towards the promise of relief. They couldn’t stop themselves from getting driven forward again, but they sure weren’t making it easy.

“Uuuggghhh,” they heard Sarah groan.

*gurgle* *groan*

All of a sudden the tunnel expanded, the loose folds of flesh pressed flat as the walls were pushed outward by some unseen force. Unseen, but not unfelt. To Rachel the experience was like being on an airplane; an uncomfortable pressure driving against her ears and sinuses.

*PPHHRRRT*

The walls suddenly squeezed in on them again as the pressure released, leaving them both a bit dazed. As they began to recover, Rachel felt something solid pressing up against her feet.

“Rachel, there’s shit coming behind us!” Dave warned.

They could feel it pushing against them now, carrying them forward as Sarah’s bowels pumped her stool along.

“Try to hold it back!” Rachel urged.

The two tinies tried doing what they had before, bracing against each other and pressing hard against the colon walls, but Sarah’s bowels had too good a hold on the log behind them, it just kept coming, sliding them forward along with it with hardly a struggle.

“I can’t stop it!” Dave grunted.

“Me neither,” Rachel admitted. She could feel them moving further, she knew that final bend into Sarah’s rectum must be just ahead and she doubted they’d have much chance once they were in there.

“Wait, try going flat!” Dave suggested.

“What!? How’s that supposed to stop it!?”

“It’s not! Push your feet against the wall next to it and try to lay as flat as possible! Maybe we can get it to slide past us!”

The thought alone made Rachel gag, but it was the only chance they had at this point. Forcing herself to feel around with her toes despite her disgust, she found the space where the log met the colon walls and jammed her feet into it. At first she just continued to slide, but then she got lucky and her shoulders bumped into one of the intestinal folds jutting out of the muscular floor. It gave her just enough resistance to break her momentum and she felt the hot, slimy log begin to plow over her legs.

But as the turd continued to move, so did Dave.

“Rachel!” he called out.

“It’s working Dave, do it!”

“I’m trying! I think I’m too big!”

Rachel felt Dave’s butt slide over the back of her head as the hunk of feces pinned her lower body against the colon wall. She flailed her hands around, trying to get a hold on him, but the thick slime from throughout Sarah’s guts made it almost impossible. The turd squished over her hips, pushing Dave’s legs up her back. Her arms brushed against his calves.

“Gotcha!” she said, barely managing to wrap her hands around his ankles. His feet were just big enough to keep her hands from slipping off despite the slime. She felt the log quickly push over the back of her head. She squeezed Dave even tighter as she resisted the urge to vomit. Dave did his best to press himself flat against the muscular wall as he felt the squishy mass roll over his feet. He could feel a little trough in the log where it had already flowed over Rachel, which helped just enough to keep him from being carried out of her grasp.

As Rachel held tightly to his ankles, she could feel in disturbing detail how the slimy, mushy turd slid across her back, running across her own butt cheeks and tugging at her hair. Her face pressed firmly into the intestinal walls, all she could do was wait as the long log slowly slinked its way over her body and around the nearby bend toward Sarah’s exit.

She felt the muscles press her deep into the excrement as they guided it along, until finally she felt the pressure on the back of her legs disappear. The slime that was left behind was thick enough that it still felt like she was touching it, but she could tell that the log was finally starting to pass.

The back end of the turd passed over her waist, her shoulder blades, and then finally her head, but even once it was no longer pressing her in place, everything was so slimy that she found herself stuck to the fleshy wall. Though she didn’t really take note of this until a few seconds later, because she was too focused on keeping her grip on Dave’s ankles. She squeezed her fingers tight, straining against the colon’s pull on him until she finally felt it stop.

The turd now safely past them both, a moment later they were met with a loud *PLOP*.

“Ahhhhhh…” Sarah sighed.

Rachel released Dave and let her arms go limp, only to find that they wouldn’t leave the slimy walls by themselves. Weakly, she pushed against the squishy surface, feeling the muck pull at her bare skin as she peeled herself off. As she rolled back onto the tunnel’s floor, she felt Sarah begin to move around.

*flush*

“It worked…” Rachel panted.

“Yeah… Let’s just hope she doesn’t have to go again tonight…”

“Don’t jinx it!”

Originally Published: 2-Oct-2019