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“Man, I can’t believe those little golf ball guys are so desperate to decide who’s better that they’d let two random kids choose,” Dipper remarked as he tallied up his sister’s score card.
“Never underestimate the power of stickers!” Mabel declared, pulling on her sweater to show off the ‘U Da Best’ sticker she was wearing.
“Well, as long as they’re interested in winning that, it doesn’t look like you’ll have any problem beating Pacifica,” he replied.
Mabel swung her golf club around showily and rested it on her shoulder with a large grin. “Yes! I can taste the victory already! Let’s finish this.” The twins turned to face the next hole, when a set of spotlights suddenly switched on.
“Hey! What's going on here? Let me go!” Pacifica demanded. She lay struggling on her back with a length of rope pinning her body to the ground and binding her legs together and her arms to her sides. Surrounding her were dozens of Lilliputtians, the small golf ball creatures that together ran the inner workings of the whole course. These ones all seemed to be part of the faction which lived at that hole.
“Welcome twins, welcome!” one of the captors called. “I can tell you're loving this, right, right? No?”
“What are you guys doing?” Mabel asked.
“This wasn't part of the deal!” Dipper complained.
“Well, we saw you were favoring one of the other holes, and we figured, what’s better than beating Pacifica? Pfft. Killing her, right?” His companions cheered in support. “So how about it? Who’s ‘da best’ now?”
“Hey! That’s cheating!” came another voice. An angry Lilliputtian from another hole ran into view, quickly followed by the rest of his faction.
“Yeah! They should be disqualified! We should get the sticker!” said a third hole. The air quickly filled with indistinct shouting as everyone began to argue.
“Enough!” Mabel yelled, “No one gets the sticker!”
They stopped arguing and the course went silent for a moment, only to start growing loud again as they began to boo and hiss.
“No, no. Nuh-uh. No booing- stop, no!” Mabel insisted with little result. “No one gets the sticker ‘cause you're all being jerks! I mean, why can’t you all just get along?”
“Because we hate each other!” one of them replied, “That's kind of how rivalries work.”
“Well then, maybe… maybe rivalries are dumb.” Mabel looked over at the struggling Pacifica, realizing the hypocrisy of her statement. “Maybe you don't settle them with petty competitions. Maybe the only way to be ‘da best’ is by ending the fighting and working together!” She declared.
With that, she pulled the sticker from her sweater and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it flagrantly before swallowing it down.
The crowd of golf ball creatures quieted to hushed whispers. Mabel looked down on them triumphantly, proud that she had just taught them that valuable lesson.
“It's all so clear…” one of them said after a moment. “Yes, of course…” another one agreed. “If we work together…” “Then we can force our way into her belly and get the sticker!”
“Wait, what?” Mabel asked.
“Charge!!” one of them cried as the entire multi-colored mass of golf balls suddenly swarmed the twins.
“Mabel, run!” Dipper yelled, but they only made it a few steps before slipping and falling. They got back onto their feet quickly, but not before picking up a few passengers.
“Hey! Stop that! Let go!” Mabel complained, doing her best to run while a number of Lilliputtians tugged at her hair and tried to force her lips apart.
“Keep go-” Dipper began, only to have the collar of his shirt pulled tight against his neck and his hat shoved down over his face.
“Fire!” commanded a voice, followed by the sounds of miniature cannons going off. A moment later, they felt the impact of more Lilliputtians pelting them and grabbing hold.
“Dipper- mmffft!” Mabel tried to yell, but one of the golf ball creatures forced itself into her mouth. She tried to reach for her face but found one of the arms of her sweater was being held tight against her side. She tried with her other hand, but a pair of attackers were now hanging from her hair, wielding tiny pointed pencils, jabbing at her free hand whenever it came close.
She felt the little hands and feet squirming around on her tongue, pushing the surprisingly smooth golf ball form firmly into the back of her throat. She gave a few muffled squeals and tried to cough it up, but it just pressed stubbornly deeper past her tongue. After a few panicked moments of hardly being able to breathe, she reluctantly gave in to reflex and gave a large *GULP*.
She fell to her knees for a moment, coughing and then panting as she felt the uncomfortably large mass slide down her throat and into her chest.
“Don’t worry Mabel!” Dipper called, managing to fight off some of his attackers. He grabbed his sister’s hand and pulled her to her feet, urging her forward.
They made it a bit further and rounded a corner, only to come face to face with a huge swarm of ankle-high aggressors.
“Get the sticker!!” they cried and began to charge.
“Uh… uh… there!” Dipper exclaimed, noticing a stray golf club laying nearby. He grabbed it quickly with both hands and started swinging frantically, trying to clear a path through the mob. This, of course, distracted him from Mabel, who promptly found herself gagged once again as another Lilliputtian forced itself past her braces. By the time Dipper had made enough of a trail and grabbed his sister’s arm again, she had already given another huge swallow, sending another golf ball down her throat.
They continued forward, Dipper swinging the club haphazardly with one hand and dragging his sister along with the other, while she frantically swatted at her attackers as best she could, gagging and coughing as more of them found their way into her mouth.
Finally, they made it to the large front gates. They rushed out, with the Lilliputtians hot on their tails, and found Grunkle Stan leaning idly against his car with Soos inside.
“Back so soon? Man, you must have wiped the floor with-”
“Get in! Get in! Get in!” Dipper yelled, interrupting their uncle.
“They’re right behind us!” Mabel warned.
Having his fair share of experience with hasty exits, Stan wasted no time asking questions and scrambled into the driver’s seat just as quickly as Dipper and Mabel were able to throw themselves into the back. The tires squealed as they sped off, just avoiding the tiny angry mob that came out after them.
The twins took a minute to round up all the Lilliputtians that still clung to them and throw them out the window, before finally collapsing back into the seats, panting from exertion.
“Woah, what happened to you dudes?” Soos asked.
“And what the heck were those things chasing you?” asked Stan.
“Some kind of weird golf ball guys, but I think we made it out oka-” Mabel was cut off by a rather loud, if muffled, series of shouts coming from somewhere inside the car. At the same time, she felt a strange sensation from inside her stomach.
Mabel pulled her shirt up and looked down at herself, along with Dipper and Soos. A moment later, another series of indistinct shouts reached their ears, and a number of noticeable bulges appeared and then disappeared towards the top of Mabel’s belly.
“Mabel… did you really eat some of those guys?” Dipper asked.
“Not on purpose! They forced themselves down my throat!” Mabel replied.
Another bulge appeared in her skin as one of the creatures pressed up against her stomach wall, she stared at it for a moment, and then put a finger against it and nudged it back inside with a playful “Bloop.” The sounds of more unhappy struggles filled the car in reply.
“How many are in there?” Soos asked.
Mabel seemed to concentrate for a moment as her occupants continued to wrestle.
“Feels like four,” she answered, still staring down at her midriff. They definitely sounded like they were arguing.
“Man, they must really want that sticker…” Dipper remarked.
Mabel put one hand on either side of her belly and shook herself forcefully. “Hey! I told you guys no more fighting!” she said. A few more indistinct grumbles came from inside, but otherwise things seemed to calm down. “That’s more like it,” she declared smugly.
“I think you’re enjoying this a bit too much,” Dipper said.
“Well, they do kinda tickle in there,” she replied, marveling at the creatures hidden beyond her skin. “I wonder if they like the chips I ate?” she asked, “Do you think I should eat more so they have food?”
“Mabel! They’re not your pets! And honestly, I’d rather not have to picture that,” Dipper said. “Besides, shouldn’t we be thinking about a way to get them out of there?”
“Aww, come on Dip, can’t we just leave them for a little while? They like it,” Mabel pleaded. A few quiet grumbles from her occupants seemed to disagree.
Dipper sighed.
-The Next Morning-
“Awwww… uhhhhg… Dipper… what’s happening to me?” Mabel moaned.
Dipper, whose nose had been buried in books all morning, looked up at his sister with a sympathetic frown.
“You know, I did try to warn you about this last night,” he said. He put the book down and walked over to her bedside. “Let me take a look.”
Mabel lifted her shirt again, revealing a line of four distinct bumps in the skin of her smooth belly. Dipper sighed unencouragingly.
“Well, according to the journal, the Lilliputtians are basically golf balls, so according to this biology textbook your stomach won’t be able to digest them. I thought you’d eventually just puke them back up…” Dipper explained, still contemplating that last thought.
“Well I didn’t want them to come out yet, they felt so funny in there,” Mabel admitted.
“So your digestive system did try to reject them,” Dipper concluded, “But you kept them down.” He quickly picked up the biology book again and flipped through a few pages. He spent a minute mumbling to himself as he read, looking back and forth between the book and his sister’s belly, before nodding his head understandingly.
“Unnngh, they were fine last night, why does my tummy hurt now?” Mabel moaned.
“Well, they had a bit of room while they were in your stomach, but now it looks like your digestive system decided to move them along.” Dipper turned the book around to show her the illustration. “Judging by the position of the bulges, I’d say they’ve progressed into your small intestine. It’s probably pretty cramped in there.”
“Is there anything in your nerd books that can help me spit them out?” Mabel asked desperately. Dipper hesitated for a moment and frowned.
“Actually, according to the book, once something has passed into the intestines, there’s only one way out…” he replied.
A loud squelch came from Mabel’s belly as one of the bulges crept a short distance across her midriff. She groaned in discomfort.
“I’m gonna go talk to Grunkle Stan. He might have something to help *ahem* move things along.”
-Later That Day-
“Uuuh… Dipper?” Mabel moaned.
“Yeah, Mabel?” he replied sympathetically. He’d been keeping her company in their room while digging through his books in the hopes of finding something useful.
“Can you come here? I need some help,” she called. Dipper put down his book and walked over. His sister lay sprawled on her bed with her shirt hiked up.
“I need you to help rub my tummy,” she groaned, “It’s the only thing that makes it feel better.” She tiredly passed a hand over her distended belly, producing a drawn-out groan as its tightly packed contents shifted.
Dipper stared down at his sister’s belly awkwardly for a few moments. “Well, if it makes you feel better…” he said reluctantly.
He gently held out a hand and pressed a finger lightly into her midriff. It squished beneath his touch. He tried pushing a bit harder, making a sort of kneading motion, and a loud gurgle came from below. One of the bulges shifted slightly.
“Aww, that’s the stuff…” Mabel breathed in relief.
So Dipper kept going, sliding his hands across her belly, lightly pressing into her skin as her poor insides gurgled and groaned. His fingers passed over the forms of the creatures inside, totally still and quiet. Were her intestines holding them so tight that they couldn’t move? Had they passed out from lack of air- or did they even need to breathe?
They certainly seemed to be stopping up the flow, as Dipper could feel pockets of trapped gas shifting around them, sometimes gurgling past when he pressed at the right spot along with a satisfying squelch. Every now and then, one of the bulges would move slightly as her insides contracted, sending them just a bit further along on their journey. And all the while Mabel just lay there limply, giving the occasional moan as her brother worked his hands along her belly.
“…Ooooh… Thanks, bro…”
-The Next, Next Morning-
“Oooh! Dipper, wake up! I think it’s time!”
“Ugh… what? Mabel?” Dipper opened his eyes to find his sister dancing nervously at his bedside. It had been a long night, filled with moans and loud gurgles. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “What do you mean ‘it’s time’?” he asked.
“Dipper! It’s time!” she repeated, wrapping an arm around her lower abdomen.
“Oh! Well- uh- just go take care of your business,” he replied.
“No! I need you to come with me!” she demanded.
“What!? Why?” Dipper asked.
“For support! Doi!” she answered, bending over her midsection as a wave of discomfort washed over her.
“Mabel, you can’t be serious,” Dipper tried to reason, but she just looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes.
“Pleeeaaase!” she begged, her voice almost cracking.
“Okay, fine, fine,” he agreed. She gave him a thankful- if pain-stricken- look before rushing off awkwardly down the stairs toward the bathroom. Dipper grunted uneasily as he forced himself out of bed to follow her. As he made it down the stairs himself, he heard the not-too-distant *clank* of a toilet seat.
“Hurry,” Mabel pleaded through clenched teeth. She stood in front of the toilet, beckoning to her brother. He rushed in after her with a clearly uncomfortable expression, closing the door behind them.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Mabel pushed her skirt and underwear to the floor, letting them fall around her ankles, and rested her bare bottom on the toilet seat. She closed her eyes, but Dipper couldn’t tell if she was concentrating or simply enduring. After a moment, she reached out her hand, her eyes still shut. Reluctantly, Dipper inched away from the door until he was close enough to grab hold.
“It’s alright, Mabel,” he encouraged awkwardly, “I’m here.”
He watched her take a deep breath, and then she pushed. A loud groan and a series of gurgles echoed through the bathroom as the contents of Mabel’s bowels compacted and shifted. Even though he knew he should be looking away, the sound reflexively drew Dipper’s eyes down to his sister’s lower reaches. Just above her privates, which he did his best to avoid, was the familiar string of bulges that marked the unfortunate Lilliputtians, following the path of her colon as it looped over her leg and down into her crotch.
The pressure on Dipper’s hand tightened as she strained, he squeezed her back supportively as he watched the little bumps begin to slink along, just barely at first, then considerably, until finally the internal pressure seemed to peak. There was a sudden shift, accompanied by a loud *PLOP*, and Mabel let her breath out. She looked up at Dipper, seeming much more appreciative than embarrassed, and he nodded back at her supportively.
Mabel took a moment to catch her breath, her bowels gurgling and groaning as they relaxed and expanded, but the reprieve was short lived. Closing her eyes again, she began to push once more. Grunting as her insides contracted against the stubborn obstructions. The bulges didn’t seem to move at first, until a sharp *FRRT* erupted from her rear, followed quickly by a couple tiny splashes, and then finally another large *PLOP*.
She let her breath out again and took another moment to recuperate. Whatever bulges were left were hidden from view now, packed into her rectum between her legs and her budding womanhood.
“You’re doing good, Mabel, you’re almost there,” Dipper encouraged, doing his best to ignore the smell spreading through the tiny room. She nodded in acknowledgment, and he felt the pressure on his hand tighten once again as she closed her eyes.
She took another deep breath and gave another push. Another series of tiny splashes came from the concealed bowl, followed by a short silence and a moment of strain before another *PLOP*. She started to exhale again, but instead took another sharp breath. A moment later, the distinct sound of flowing “water” reached their ears.
Dipper finally looked away in embarrassment as Mabel gave a long, drawn-out sigh of relief, though he still awkwardly held her hand, even as her bladder continued to empty itself just an arm’s length away. When the stream finally stopped, Mabel opened her eyes again, staring off into nothing for a moment with a satisfied expression before once again looking up at her brother.
“Ahhh, much better,” she breathed. He nodded back at her awkwardly, barely meeting her gaze, but she leapt up from the toilet and threw her arms around him, forcing him into an awkward sibling hug. “Thanks, Dipper,” she said.
“Mabel! You’re still not wearing your skirt!” Dipper reminded her, clearly embarrassed.
“Oh, right,” she giggled, letting go of him and reaching down to pull up her clothes.
“Well, if you’re -um- all done here, I think I’m going to search the journal for a way to erase my memory,” Dipper said. He turned quickly and opened the door, rushing out before Mabel could reply.
She let him go and turned to look at the bowl. Resting in the toilet water, along with several clumps of stool, were the Lilliputtians. Two of them lay at the bottom, one face-down and the other face-up, staring back at her in a daze through the yellow-tinted water. He looked exhausted, but alive. A third one, however, was floating on the surface, face-up, embedded in a log of feces that helped support him. That one slowly raised his little arm toward her, and in a quiet, raspy voice, he spoke.
“I… got… the sticker…” he managed.
Mabel looked at his outstretched fist, but all she could see clenched within was a clump of her own waste.
“I… don’t think that’s a sticker anymore,” she replied, but he seemed a bit too dazed to process her words. Seeing this, she casually reached out and pushed the handle to flush the toilet. The bathroom filled with the iconic sound of water swirling around the bowl, and Mabel watched as the little golf ball creatures were carried away down the drain along with the rest of her excretions.
“Good riddance!” she said emphatically, as the toilet once again filled with clean water.
“Hey Mabel, not to be weird, but weren’t there four of those guys?” Dipper called from upstairs.
Mabel just flashed a knowing smile, clenched her rear, and turned on the faucet to wash her hands.