Winnie the Pooh and the smackerel.
Chapter 1: In which Pooh starts the day
Pooh bear, began to toss and turn in his bed as he dreamt.
He was falling through the air, before he landed with a dull thud at the bottom of a giant, empty honey pot.
Alone, and nervous, he shouted… “Piglet?”.
But his voice echoed into the darkness of the distant walls, before a different voice replied, first rumbling deep from the depths, then filling the whole pit.
With the force of an earthquake, Pooh stumbled in pitch black.
“Christopher Robin?!?” Pooh yelled, waking suddenly in his bedroom, to the sound of his tummy, growling loudly. Pooh lifted his gown, and chuckling, rested his hands on his bulbous stomach. “I’m never really alone, when it’s me and my tumbly at home.” he laughed. Poohs stomach responded with an unsettled groan, and spread an empty sensation through Poohs skin, wiping the smile off his face. “Oh bother” Pooh exclaimed, “I guess it’s time to start the day.”
Pooh put on his old red jumper, and headed to the kitchen, where there sat just one large honey pot. Just the sight of it was enough to make his mouth water, and his stomach sing with joy. Pooh raised the honey pot with both hands in anticipation… and threw his face into it. He gulped and gulped, until there was nothing left to gulp, before he licked and licked before there was nothing to lick. At last, the pot was spotless, and the honey that once sat in the pot sat in his stomach, which quietly moaned as the honey started its journey through him.
Pooh, now undisturbed and dreamy, slowly began to drift back into a daze, before he JUMPED on the spot! “Oh no no no. The day has begun now.” He said sheepishly. “I can’t go back to sleep now!”.
Pooh picked up the empty honey pot, and started to walk through the house.
“Bother. That was my last one. I’ll have to find more honey, or I won’t have any dinner, or supper, or breakfast, or dinner”…
Pooh wandered across his bathroom, where a large tub sat in the centre.
“Perhaps if I filled the tub up with honey instead of the pot, things wouldn’t be so bad.”. Pooh took a balloon that sat in the room and let water run into the bath and lit a small stove underneath it, before he left the house, shutting the door behind him.Chapter 2: In which Pooh encounters his friend Piglet…
Deep in the hundred acre wood, a little Piglet wearing a scarf and carrying a bindle skipped along a woodland path. Not before long, he came to a large clearing, where there stood a tall tree which towered above all that surrounded it.
As Piglet passed it, what would appear to be drops of black rain fell from above. Puzzled, Piglet looked up to the skies. What seems to be a little black rain cloud descends, only it has a sticky honey pot in one hand and the string of a balloon in the other. Pooh bear soon lands softly on the ground, in the muddy puddle he had made.
“Wow Pooh” Piglet exclaimed in applause, “I’ve never believed that your routine works, but here you are!”
”It’s taken lots of practise, but I’ve finally got the hang of this.”, Pooh chuckled. “It only makes sense to gather honey only when the bees are out collecting more. This honey pot will do for today. It sure isn’t at all pleasant being a rain cloud though. When all is said and done, I’m just a grubby mess of a bear. It’s about time I headed back for my raincloud bath.”
“Wow Pooh, that’s so smart”, Piglet replied, looking back to the tree. But then, he spotted a swarm of bees on the horizon, who quickly hurried back into the honey tree. Piglet scratched his head, “Now why would the bees hurry back like that? You’re lucky you got this honey pot in time”.
Suddenly, a giant rumble filled the air. Pooh instinctively placed his hand on his tummy.
“Did you hear that Pooh?” Asked Piglet, “It’s thunder. There’s a s-storm coming!”
”Oh” Pooh replied sheepishly “I thought it was my rumbly tumbly for a moment there.”
“You know Pooh” Piglet responded “You mention these rumblies, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard one before.”
“Mmmm” Pooh continued, caressing his waist, “it tends to be when it’s comfortable, almost always at home, when it’s time for a nice big, succulent helping of honey, you know?”
”Well I’ve never really had h-honey before Pooh, so I wouldn’t know about that…” Piglet said…. They wandered into the Hundred Acre Wood as a leisurely pace, as they continued rambling to each other…
”There was this one time at Christopher Robins too” Pooh described “he had this peculiar kind of taste that he would call… baking.”
“Baking?” Piglet asked
“Oh Piglet, it was nearly as good as honey, and there were so many different kinds of baking too. Mmm, the smell would fill the air of his house.” Pooh recalled, dreamily.. “Perhaps a dash of honey… yes…. just a little smackeral of that…. And it would have been… perfection.”
”Oh I’d have just about anything right now.” Piglet chuckled. “I was so busy packing for my weekend trip. that I skipped breakfast. All I have are the acorns in my bindle, my scarf and my jacket… Not as though I’d forget my jacket though Pooh, I’m practically attached to it! Most of the time, it’s all I really need.”
Pooh laughed. ”I suppose I’m the same, though I’m getting a little tired of this red jacket. I think covering it in mud so often hasn’t done it any favours, I think it’s even starting to tear. Perhaps I should try one of your jackets Piglet, they seem a little more, durable…”
”You could say that Pooh!” Piglet then took off his scarf, pulled the neck of his jacket out, and stuffed the scarf down his top with a big grin. “It’ll take a lot to tear this thing!”. Pooh chuckled to himself. Piglet looked as round as his balloon now, it was all rather silly. Piglet looked back at Pooh, and laughed the same.
”Piglet, it’s days like today that remind me, how splendid it is to be friends with you. I can’t imagine any reason that we’d part.”.
Piglet smiled, “Hear hear!”
Suddenly, there was a loud flash of lightning.
Pooh and Piglet deep in conversation had failed to notice that the brewing storm had filled the sky, and the light quickly faded from the forest.
Chapter 3: In which the storm arrives…
”Piglet, it’s far too dangerous to stay outside… Piglet?”…
Pooh looks around him, but Piglet had vanished. Pooh looked downwards though, and found that Piglet had stumbled down a hill and into a small pit in the ground.
Pooh ran over, and looked down, but fumbling, lost the grip of his balloon and honey pot. “Oh bother” Pooh exclaimed, as the balloon flew into the sky.
Pooh looked back to the pit. The bottom was wet and muddy, the rain splashing down into it. Piglet stumbled, his bimble now ruined, he quickly collected the acorns from it, trying to keep them clean.
Piglet now filthy and icky., looked up, “Oh Pooh, this isn’t too p-p-pleasant at all…”.
“It could be worse” Pooh responded with a sigh as he reached in and picked Piglet up. “You could have lost your best balloon”.
”Oh Pooh, I’m so s-s-sorry” Piglet exclaimed, picking up the lid of the honey pot from the ground and handing it to Pooh. Pooh quickly placed it back onto the pot. “Well at least I have my Piglet and my honey”.
Pooh chuckled, but there was another flash of lightning. The rain started to pour even harder, totally soaking the two.
”P-p-p-pooh, I’m so c-c-c-cold…”
“Me too Piglet… Me too…”
Pooh and Piglet grabbed onto each other in fear, shivering in the rain.
Piglet squeaked in fear, “It won’t be long now until the Heffalumps and Woozles show up…”
”Piglet, we have to go somewhere safe. Your trip will have to wait.”
“Oh d-d-d-dear” Piglet cried, as the two ran back out of the forest.
As Pooh and Piglet ran across the hundred acre wood, the storm showed no signs of slowing down. With a fierce gust, a tree ahead of them fell with a THUD onto the ground. Pooh and Piglet leapt over it, before a familiar house appeared on the horizon.
”Pooh, Pooh, my acorns… I lost my acorns… What will I eat?”
“There’s no time for that Piglet” Pooh yelled “we have to get inside!”
Finally, they came to a large door under the name Sanders.
Piglet desperately tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
“It must have gotten j-j-jammed.”
“Well Piglet” Pooh said raising his foot, “we’re going to have to give a big kick, from the outside in.”
Piglet also raised his foot. “From the outside in!”
And with a giant SMACK, Pooh and Piglet barged inside, and quickly locked the door behind them.
At last, they were safe.
Chapter 4: In which Pooh and Piglet settle in…
”Here we are Piglet” Pooh said, walking inside, muddy and drenched with rain, leaving muddy footprints behind him, “here in my home, nobody can bother us. No storm, no Heffalumps, no woozles…”
Pooh placed his sticky honey pot onto the table. A big gloop of honey dripped down the outside, and onto his finger. ”Although….. hunger can be somewhat bothersome…”. Pooh popped the finger into his mouth with delight.
Piglet looked to the windows, the storm outside fierce and violent. “Oh Pooh, I don’t think I’ll be spending the night anywhere else..”. Piglet tired and exhausted wandered slowly into the room.
Pooh turned around to him, taking his finger out his mouth, the smile quickly fading from his face. Piglet was a dirty, shivering wreck. He was covered in mud and dripping with rain.
“Mmm, dinner can wait”, Pooh concluded. He quickly headed over to Piglet and picked him up. ”You’re in need of a raincloud bath.”
“W-w-wha?” Piglet responded.
Pooh chuckled as he carried Piglet down the stairs, into the basement. ”It’s part of my, honey pot routine as you’d call it. After I’ve gathered the honey, I’m still a drippy little black rain cloud. I need to get all that mud out my fur as soon as I can.” Pooh stopped by a door, and as it opened, a big cloud of warm steam billowed out of it. “…Which is why I prepare a hot bath before I leave the house.”
Pooh placed Piglet onto the ground, and humming to himself, headed over to the bath tub.
Piglet anxiously looked around the room. The monstrous sound of the storm couldn’t be heard this deep underground, only the soothing sound of running water. Piglet looked back at Pooh, and hesitated for a moment.
Pooh had taken off his red jacket, and was rinsing it in the soapy bathwater. Continuing to hum to himself, he took it to a sink, where he drained it, before hanging it up to dry. Pooh turned to Piglet, and paused.
“P-Piglet, is there something wrong?”
Piglet in shock responded “NO! N-no, Pooh, nothings wrong at all!”, Piglet awkwardly laughed. “I think I’ll just s-s-skip the bath, and head upstairs”.
“But you’re filthy Piglet, you’re drenched, dripping from head to toe”
“No I’m not!” Piglet shouted, as he stood in a puddle of muddy rainwater… He then looked at himself, and sighed. “It’s just, s-s-strange, and p-p-peculiar Pooh.”
“Oh nonsense” Pooh chuckled, “It’s not as though Rabbit, or Owl, or Tigger are here to see us.”
Piglet blushed, fidgeting nervously
”But Pooh……. n-n-nobodys seen me, without my jacket before…”
“Well Piglet” Pooh responded, “How about I turn around, and wash your jacket first, then you can put it right back on.”
Piglet sheepishly nodded, to which Pooh grinned. Pooh turned around, and stretched out his arm. “Ok now, just hand me your jacket when you’re ready…”
Shortly afterwards, Pooh had Piglets jacket in his hand. He took it over to the bathtub, and humming to himself once again, rinsed it in the soapy bathwater. He then waddled over to the sink, and rinsed it. It struck Pooh how elastic the material was. Shortly afterwards, he hung it onto the washing line, next to his jacket.
“Well Piglet, it’ll be a few minutes before it’s ready to wear again. The steam in the room should dry it in now time.”
Pooh turned around, and gave a surprised jump. Piglet was standing there next to him, pink. He fidgeted sheepishly, “You know, it’s not so bad after all Pooh.”
Pooh giggled to himself.
Hours must have passed by now. Piglet and Pooh laid back in the hot bathtub together, their bodies cleansed, fresh and new. They lean against each other in dreamlike bliss.
“Pooh… I’m so warm…”
“Me too Piglet… Me too…”
Piglet turned to Pooh, looking up at him with a questioning gaze. Pooh smiled back at him, and the two embraced in a soft warm cuddle.
”You know Pooh” Piglet said, “It’s a day like this, that I…”
“Sssh” Pooh interrupted, “Hear hear.”
Piglet giggled, and dreamily drops his head back onto Poohs soft belly, as Pooh rests his hand upon him. Piglet softly rubs his arms across Poohs delicate fur. “Mmm Pooh, your body is so… s-soft…. snug and… warm. I could stay here forever.”
Pooh grinned to himself, and let out a heavy, content sigh.
The moment was interrupted by a loud and ominous RUMBLE, which shook the bathtub and the water inside it.
Piglet jumped. “W-What was that?”
“Thunder…” Pooh exclaimed. “It’s the thunder…”
Piglet paused… “You can’t hear the thunder down here, we’re too far underground… It’s something else”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Piglet” Pooh responded, before the RUMBLING returned.
Piglet in awe, turned back to Poohs stomach, and as it rumbled again, Piglet rubbed himself against it. “W-W-Wow Pooh! Are THESE your rumblies?”
Pooh sheepishly responded… “Well I suppose it’s far past dinner time.” He was interrupted though, as Piglet leapt out of the bathwater, and sat on his stomach.
“Wow… this is q-q-quite peculiar!” Piglet squealed and giggled with delight, as Poohs stomach continued to gurgle beneath him.
“Yes.. the rumblies come when it’s time for a little, smackeral…” Pooh responded.
Piglet chuckled, and snuggled back up to Pooh against his chest… As he did though, Pooh began to detect a very familiar scent. Something exquisite, something… delicious. “Honey?” Pooh thought, “could it be honey?….”
“Ohhhhh, it’s stopped now familiar” Piglet moaned, as Pooh continued staring into space in thought.
“Not honey…….. but…. WITH honey?”
Poohs stomach ERUPTED into life, the bathwater shaking like a jacuzzi. “Holy smokes!” Piglet yelled, “This is AMAZING!”.
Pooh shook his head, and shouted “No no no, this is just, STRANGE and PECULIAR!”
Pooh jumped to his feet, Piglet rolling down his stomach and back into the bathwater. Pooh jumped out of the bath and headed towards the door. Piglet poked his head out the bathwater, puzzled.
”It’s just time for dinner” Pooh muttered, “Just need a little honey…”, and Pooh disappeared up the stairs.
Piglet glanced at a mirror across the room, and saw himself… Piglet buried his face in his hands, sobbing. “Oh d-d-dear.”
As Pooh headed upstairs though, Pooh couldn’t stop thinking to himself.. “Think of anything but Piglet… think of anything but Piglet… think of anything but Piglet”.
Chapter 5: In which Piglet tries something new to eat…
Not much time had passed, before Pooh returned to the bathroom with the honey pot.
“Piglet, I’m sorry about that. It’s just when my tummy rumblies, I get a little, kooky.”
Piglet sat on the side of the bathrub, blushing with embarrassment. “I know Pooh, it’s not like I’d know anything about that.”
Pooh tried to listen… but only now, as he licked his lips, couldn’t help but fixate his gaze on Piglets…. soft…. plump….. curvaceous…. sumptuous figure.
Pooh shaking his head, found himself back in the room.
“Why are you saying that I look soft… plump… curvaceous and sumptuous?”
Pooh gasped, bringing his hands to his mouth, blushing…”I… I….”
Piglet giggling, fidgets on the spot, “Aww shucks, I know what you’re trying to say Pooh…”
Pooh moaned, before his stomach rumbled loudly again. Clearing his throat, he hurried into the room with the honey pot. “What I’m trying to say is, we haven’t eaten all day. A little… smackeral of something will fix us both up..”
“Oh…” Piglet moaned, “but I lost my acorns in the woods. What am I going to eat?”
“Well there must be something in the house..” Pooh replied. He lifted the lid from the honey pot. “You sure you wouldn’t like some of my honey?"
“Oh no Pooh…” Piglet responded, as he slowly turned his gaze to the honey pot… “I don’t think I’ll ever like…. Are they my acorns?”
Pooh confused, looked into the honey pot, and sure enough, Piglets acorns had ended up in there, now covered in honey. ”Oh, you must have had them in the lid when you were stuck in the pit. Oh bother. Well I guess I could rinse them?”
Pooh looked to Piglet, but his eyes popped open. Piglet was sitting, staring at his stomach, which was now gurgling loudly with eager anticipation. Piglet caressed it and stared back at Pooh.
“P-P-Pooh! My t-t-t-tummy's rumblie…”
Pooh chuckled, and placed his hand on Piglet, massaging it with his fingers. “So it is!”
”B-B-But, nothing like this has ever happened to me before… w-w-why?”
“Well Piglet, like I said…” Pooh patted his stomach, “it tends to be when it’s comfortable, almost always at home, when it’s time for a nice big, succulent helping of honey.”
Piglet giggled, “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable… but I’ve never tasted honey before”. His stomach replied with a painful SQUELCH, Piglet grasping it with both hands…
”Piglet, I think the rumbles have spoken….” Pooh sighed, as he pushed the honey pot to Piglet. “It’s time for some honey…”
Pooh picked a honey covered acorn from the pot, and hands it to Piglet… ”Besides, I ate this morning. You haven’t eaten all day…”
Poohs tummy then SQUELCHED painfully. Pooh stumbles, and sits with his back against the bathtub, next to Piglet by his side. “Just another day tumblie, you can do it…” Pooh says to himself.
Piglet looks back at the acorn Pooh handed him, which drips with honey. Cringing at the sight of it, he hesitantly pokes his tongue out, and with his eyes closed, gives it a big lick. Smacking his lips, he pauses…. His eyes pop open…. And his jaw drops. Drooling, he turns back to the acorn, and like an animal, frantically licks it all over… all the while his stomach gurgling with joy.
Pooh groaned. “If only today had gone as normal, I would have had that whole pot by now…”. Pooh now bringing the honey pot to his side… “But Piglet is famished… he needs it more”. Poohs stomach GROANS. “Piglet needs it more…”
Suddenly, Pooh felt something on his shoulder. With a heavy, satisfied sigh, Piglet gleefully slid down Poohs chest and onto the top of his stomach. Piglet, his stomach now slightly bloated, lays back on Pooh, with a sheepish grin…
“Pooh, you wern’t kidding. That was the best thing I’ve ever tasted…”
Pooh trying hard to hide his anguish, smiled back, and dangled another honey covered acorn above Piglets mouth. “Well there’s more where that came from…”
Piglets mouth watered and he opened his mouth as wide as it could go… and gobbled the whole thing into his mouth, and swallowed. “Ooo-hoo-hoo” Piglet squealed.
“More?” Pooh asked.
Piglet nodded with eager anticipation, before Pooh fed him another. As he did, Piglets tummy began to grow, until he had a notable potbelly.
“Aaaaah!”… Piglet clearing his throat, lifts his head and looks down at his tummy… which then gurgled in sheer pleasure, as if it was looking back as Piglet.
“Pooh…. I’m certain it’s alive”
“Wha?” Pooh responded, as Piglet rubbed his now bulbous stomach.
“It’s like, now it’s gotten bigger, it’s gained a voice…”
Pooh giggles, “There’s a big difference between a tummy, and a tumblie Piglet!”
Piglet sits up, smug, and turns to face Pooh… his round tummy now in undeniable contact with Poohs. Piglet caressed his stomach. “Don’t we look silly Pooh! Two round buddies!” He chuckled, to which Pooh tried very hard to ignore, that familiar scent filling his nostrils once again.
“Pooh, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I’m just, content. I could die right now. He he he”.
Piglets tummy squelched in bliss…
POOHS STOMACH RESPONDED WITH AN IMPATIENT ROAR…
Piglet then lost his balance, and tumbled backwards off Poohs stomach, and into the honey pot, which rolled across the floor, Piglet inside.
“Piglet!” Pooh exclaimed!Chapter 6: In which Pooh tries something new to eat…
He got to his feet, and dashed across the room. From inside the jar, came the sound of frantic and intense consumption, Piglet moaning, smacking his lips, and letting out heavy sighs… “Yesss… Oh g-g-god….. Ungg…”
“Piglet are you ok?” Pooh asked…
He picked up the honey pot… turned it upside down and shook, but nothing was coming out… He then looked inside…
“I couldn’t help myself Pooh” Piglet responded, a gooey hand poking out of the top.
Pooh fumed… but kept his cool, and then responded… “Well this reminds me of this one time I visited Rabbit.”
Pooh pulled on Piglets arm, and with a POP, he was out. Pooh grabbed Piglet with both hands. Wearing a painful smile, he responded… “Well today was a rather peculiar day, was it not Piglet?”…
Pooh opened his eyes, and laid them upon Piglet, gasping.
“Heh…” Piglet chuckled painfully, short of breath… “It’s k-k-kinda like my scarf in my jacket this morning, right Pooh?”
Stunned by the sight of him, Pooh simply stood and stared, for what must have been an eternity. Piglet hung from his grip, his mouth water skin now glazed in golden honey… his potbelly, bloated with honey and acorns, now bigger than his head, heaving his body towards the ground with hefty weight. His flesh, so succulent, so soft, you could just sink your teeth into it. Without realising it, Pooh simply stood there, and from his gaping mouth, let out a sound, somewhere between pleasure, anticipation and disbelief.
Poohs tummy rumbled. Piglet grows visibly more anxious.
“P-Pooh, I think we should look around to find you some dinner, right?”
“But Piglet” Pooh responded in a daze, “We’re all out of honey…… You ate it all…..”
Piglet began to sweat and fidget uncomfortably….
“But THAT’S OK, no problemo! After all, Christopher Robin showed me baking, and fortunately, we have plenty of that…”
Piglet sighed, “Well that’s a relief.”
“The question is…” Pooh continued, “What kind? I mean, there’s so many choices… Do I have baking and eggs? Smoked baking? Maybe just a simple baking sandwich.”
Piglet gulped. “P-P-Pooh?”
“No” Pooh responded. “I think I’ll have my baking, raw… glazed, in succulent honey.”
Pooh licked his lips, and Piglet let out a shriek. Pooh simply replied with a giggle, “and I have it right here.”
“Oh nobody will hear you down here Piglet, after all, you can’t even hear the storm.” Pooh chuckled.
Poohs stomach let out a loud, confident, growl… eagerly anticipating its meal. Piglet peering down, panics, and starts to thrash and kick… “Pooh, it wasn’t heffalumps, or woolies I had to fear. YOU’RE THE REAL MONSTER!”
”Piglet. Please understand… you just look so… so… delicious…. Mmmm”. Poohs mouth watered, his eyelids drooping… “If you were me, I’m sure you’d do the same….”
Pooh sticks his tongue out, and presses it against the base of Piglets stomach…. Dragging it upwards, across his chest, and against his face…. The taste was divine…. The sweet sweet taste of honey…… the thick, salty, juicy Piglet….. only together, was orgasmic…. Pooh gasped… and moaned in ecstasy….
Piglet, stunned, now came to realise that there was nothing he could do… Finally, he whimpered.. “Pooh… You’re my best f-f-friend”
Pooh opened his mouth as WIDE as it could go, and lowered Piglets plump, bulbous body into his mouth. Sitting on Poohs tongue, Piglet dripped sweaty honey into his mouth. Poohs breathing became heavier with pleasure. Piglet could smell his stomach in the air, and fidgeted nervously. Pooh finally said, “We’ll never be apart now.”
Pooh shut his mouth, his cheeks full. For a moment they squirmed, before Pooh clenched his fists, raised his head and swallowed as hard as he could. His meal squeezed down into his neck, Pooh short for breath, before shortly his body took over, and the lump that bulged from his neck descended down, down, down, past his chest…
Pooh gasped heavily, catching his breath, his mouth still covered in salty honey… he rubbed his neck and chest, now in real discomfort. Quickly, he turned around and fell back into the bathtub with a splash.
He laid on his back, dizzy, he continued to massage himself, taking deep heavy breathes….
The rumbles had now stopped.
Chapter 7: In which Pooh goes to bed…
Pooh bear laid in the bathtub in a stunned daze, a deep deep daydream. He had no thoughts or feelings, except for a numb satisfaction that spread across him…
Minutes turned to hours, and soon the steam of the bathroom had begun to clear and the room was now silent. All that could be hear was the distant rumble of the storm outside.
Finally, the daydream was interrupted. The still bathwater now began to ripple.
Pooh slowly woke up, and found himself back in the room. He smacked his lips, savouring the last of the flavour, a tingle zipping down his spine for the last time.
Pooh then looked down the bathtub, and chuckled. His stomach bloating out of the bathwater, maybe a little bigger than usual.
“Mmmm” Pooh moaned, “I think that was the most delightful, delectable, delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Pooh pulled on the sides of the bathtub to lift himself out, but found himself to be too heavy. Pooh hesitated, then with all his strength, tried again. With a HEAVE, he rolled out the side of the bathtub, and landed on the floor with a wet SPLAT.
“Ooooh, so much for a little, smackeral…” he said, as with great effort, he stood up.
From the corner of his eye, Pooh spotted the sight of himself in the mirror across the room. In disbelief, he waddled heavily over to it.
“I’m… gigantuous!” Pooh exclaimed, raising his arms, and twirling around on the spot. His meal had now sunk deep into his belly, which now protruded from his body excessively. His fur spread sparsely across his tight tummy. Pooh rubbed it with both hands, and observed himself for a while… before parting, and heading to the sink.
Pooh grabs his jacket from the line, and throws it over his head. As he pulls it down though, he finds it to be too small. “That ffff-FUNNY!” He exclaimed with a grunt… “I could have sworn this fit this morning…”
Defeated, he threw it off. “Must have shrunk…. Left it to dry for too long…”
Then, he glances back up at Piglets pink jacket…. “Maybe, just maybe”
Pooh pulled it down, and stretched it as far as he could…. Sure enough, the elastic material slowly expanded. Pooh nodded his head, before pushing one leg through the head hole and out of a leg hole… then the other. With great effort, he shoved his arms into the jacket, and pushing them through the arm holes, brought the jacket up to his chest. It was tight at first, but very quickly, wrapped around Poohs bulbous body, stuck to his every curve.
Pooh chuckled. “You’re right Piglet, it IS durable!”
Suddenly, Poohs belly shifted, as it began to change shape. It morphed, and squelched, and squirmed. “Strange” Pooh exclaimed as he circled his hands round the shape of his stomach… “My tummy ain’t rumblie….”
In an instant, there was an even BIGGER poke from within… Pooh looked in disbelief, before he giggled in pleasure, patting his stomach. “From the inside out, right Piglet?”
Pooh smiled, before his tummy began to gurgle once again. “Oooh, this is… new” Pooh said…. He placed his hands against his stomach, as it began to make noise once again. Pooh could feel his insides squirm, squelch and bubble. “Somethings happening in there… Something…… something…..”
Pooh began to feel light headed, and slowly began to drift back into a daze, before he JUMPED on the spot! “Oh no no no….” He said instinctivly… before he felt his eyelids become heavier, and heavier…. “I suppose I can call this the end of the day….”
Pooh gave a big STRETCH, and with a YAWN, headed to the bathtub. He blew out the stove, and pulled the plug, the bathwater now gurgling down the drain… The gurgle seemed to trigger Poohs stomach, which gave a loud, long, soft, squeal… “Mmmm” Pooh responded.
By the door was a candlestick, matches and a gown hung by the door. Pooh threw on the gown, lit the candle, and slowly walked up the stairs…
Piglet tried his best to get comfortable, but this dark, wet place constantly changed, the walls squirming and squelching. He pushes, kicks and thrashes, but Piglet finds the space becoming smaller, and tighter.
Piglet brings his knees to his chest, crawling up in defeat… How had today come to this? What would happen now? Where am I going?
Piglet closed his eyes, and tried his best to push aside these thoughts. As the night passed, Piglet found peace, knowing he would become a part of his best friend Pooh. Piglet snuggled up, and soon found warmth in this place.
As the storm outside began to settle, and the soft patter of rain hits the windows, Pooh lays on his bed, the soft candle light flickering his body. Piglet continued to slowly squirm in Poohs stomach, as he continued his journey. Pooh smiled, and caressed his tummy with both hands.
”Oh Piglet… now we’ll be apart of each other forever…”. His stomach began to grumble and groan once again. Pooh giggled. ”I’ll miss you now and again… but I’ll never be lonely… after all, I’m never really alone, when it’s me and my tumbly at home.”
A gust of wind slipped through the window, and extinguished the candles flame… Pooh now left in darkness, and as the storm faded, only the sound of his stomach could be heard… slowly churning and gurgling.
Pooh in a daze, circled his paws, again… and again…. And again…..
His tummy begins to churn, loudly, present and definitive…
Churn….. churn…… churn……….
Pooh drifts into sleep…..
But soon, he finds himself falling through the air, down, towards a honey pot. Pooh braced for the dull impact, but saw that it was filled to the brim with honey. Gleefully, he stuck a diving pose, and dived deep into the sticky depths of the sweet sweet honey.
He emerged on the surface, spitting a stream of honey out of his mouth, and back stroking along.
He hears a voice….
“Piglet? Is that you?”
And then Piglet jumps out from the depths of the honey with a smile. “Pooh!” Piglet throws himself around Pooh in a warm embrace, and they laugh, their voices echoing all around.
As the sun rose the next day, Pooh slept soundly, through breakfast time, lunch time and dinner time, his stomach continuing to churn… and grind… and churn…