Inside More than a New World
Chapter 1: Big Miscalculation
“I did it!” The scientist loudly proclaims. Sporting a white lab coat he holds a silver controller of sorts, covered in buttons in his hand. It reflects the light from his lab almost like a mirror. “After all this time I’ve finally completed my contraption,” his face smiles in the reflection from ear to ear.
“How do you know you did it this time?” The voice of his assistant speaks up from behind a desk on the other side of the room. Clearly he wasn’t as impressed yet.
The joy filled scientist hears the question and turns to look at his partner from across the room. For a small lab it did feel like a gymnasium at times. “My calculations are perfect Sam! I’ve double checked and triple checked. AI verified and everything! This time it has to work.” He turns back to the device, held carefully in both hands like a baby.
Sliding his seat back, his assistant stands up and makes his way over. “Ok then, how do we test if it will work this time?”
“Easy,” the scientist turns to him. “I press the button, and this time I’ll be teleported to another universe. It needs a host to hold it in hand after all, so I’ll be the guinea pig to test it.” For years now the pair had been combining their scientific minds. The goal, to make a teleporter between universes. Teleporters were already made some years ago which drastically helped with their research, but the new frontier has been interdimensional travel for some time now. If they actually succeeded, they'd be the next greatest scientists to have their names placed in the history books.
“And what if you end up in a wall or something?” The assistant double checks his concern. Last thing anyone wants is half their body trapped in a solid object after all. Early teleportation tests had already shown those horrors.
“Easy again,” the scientist continues with a flick of a finger. Still eyeing the device he talks, “The AI in this controller will read where I teleport to, a microsecond before I travel. Then, a repelling force from where my center of gravity will be, will change the surroundings based on mass needed.” The assistant, while smart, still looks confused. The scientist points a hand to a wall across the room, “If I were to teleport into a wall for example, the force would push me away from the wall, so I’d appear the shortest distance possible out in the air. But if I were to teleport somewhere where I’m heavier than the other force,” he picks up his clear water bottle, “like the ocean. Then the water would push aside from my center of gravity, making way for me, as well as my clothing. That technique had already been created as you know, but the AI will read the other universe and readjust in case the physics or anything is any different. Easy enough. What say you Sam?”
The assistant lets out a calm breath. They’ve been working on this project so long, he’d feel more relief in just getting it all done, rather than the joy of actually creating it at this point. “I say if you’re so confident, let's give it a shot.”
A smile widens on the scientist's face, “Perfect. Well, I’ll see you on the other side.”
“Hold on now, you don’t me-” *Click*. And in an instant, the scientist disappeared in a flash of light, and a cloud of steam.
The sudden change forced the assistant to squint and guard his face with his arms. But, by the time his hands reached his face, it was already over. Then just like that, the scientist was gone. Seeing nothing but a quiet empty lab, the assistant talks to himself, “Crazy bastard.” He says as he stares at the dissipating smoke. 3 seconds later, his eyes actually gape open, “Wait… it actually fucking worked!” He takes in the site before him, really not expecting that as he watches the last of the dissipating smoke.
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Cleona was a normal horse. Tall and brown, she worked an average 9-5 job. Afterwards she picked up her groceries, and took part in yoga with the other animals of the city in her free time. Like a witches broom her tail bounced behind her legs as she walked, and her blond air was organized just how she liked it. Walking on two legs in her medium sized city, she was content with her life and the way things were. It was Friday after all and with the weekend finally here. She was ready to head home, relax, and then head out to meet her friends for wine and dinner after. Now that work was over, she just had to get home first.
Walking down the sidewalk, things were just like every day in the city. She passed by an array of different animals from squirrels to deer, all about the same height. Nobody nodded or really paid attention to one another. That would get tiring pretty quick with all the people you see daily. But it still wasn’t the most crowded of cities in the world. This street for example, there were probably only maybe 5 animals within viewing distance, at least a few blocks out.
With a work briefcase in hand, and her casual work suit attire on, she continued down the sidewalk. Zoning out to pass the time, she was trying to decide what type of dinner she was going to have tonight. Same as usual, or something a bit different? Decisions were always a hard thing for her.
Sssiiizzzlleee, she stops in her tracks, hearing something in her ears. It’s like a loud whisper. Looking around, she doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary. No leaks in the buildings, and the people in the distance walk on as usual. No one looked to be around her. Behind her things look the same down the empty sidewalk. The sound was loud, but quiet like a whisper. She shakes her head, thinking she’s hearing things as the sound continues *ssszzzzss*. Feeling butterflies in her stomach, she looks up and down, still on high alert. Not liking her nerves, she decides to get back to walking, but right before she can, her whole world shifts.
SSWWORRPP, the sound suddenly fills her eardrums. At the same time, the butterflies in her stomach quickly become replaced with the feeling of a boulder in her stomach. A boulder that shoots her belly out beyond her pants, and rips through her button down white shirt. Like a car's air bag, her brown belly explodes forward, sticking out maybe twice as far as usual, now out in the open. Heavy and large, her eyes turn into saucers as her arms flail to the side trying to rebalance herself. But it’s no use as she drops her suitcase and is dragged forward to the concrete below.
The briefcase *dings*, dents and bounces on the ground as her hands reach out to the city ground below. Forcefully, she’s happy her yoga has kept her just strong enough to be able to almost catch herself. But still, her belly lightly smacks against the dry concrete below before rising back up. Arms straining like she just did her 20th push up, she struggles to hold herself. Catching herself falling would be one thing, but damn did she feel heavier than usual.
Struggling to support her weight, her back arches lower. It’s then that she really notices how heavy and full her belly feels. What- the- hell, she thinks, before feeling the cold concrete touches the stretched fur of her belly. Eww? How did I even? Her back still up relatively high, her belly shouldn’t already be touching the gross and cold city concrete below.
Finally able to just get a hold on things, she looks down underneath her body. The site, once again, turns her eyes into saucers. Jutting out, much farther and wider then it had when she got dressed this morning, her belly hung out in the open air for the world to see. Round and strained, it was swollen fat like a tick. She goes to shake her hips ever so slightly, and feeling as it sways confirms to her that this was in fact, her belly. What the he-?
“Hey miss, let me help you out,” a voice sounds up beyond her body. This is followed by the *tap* *tap* *taps* of shoes walking on the sidewalk. Soon enough, a shadow reaches her side, as she feels two arms reaching to help pull her up. With effort, the pair are able to get herself back towards her knees. Then, as if she did 20 squats already, she’s able to slowly stand back up. Hunched forward with a hand on her belly, slowly she’s able to stretch her back back up. However, the weight in her middle still tugged at her. Feeling like she was gonna fall forward, as much as she didn’t like showing the obvious to the stranger, she leans back to balance out the weight, and leaves her hand around her bugling form.
“You ok miss, I’m sure the little buggers must be bugging ya huh?” She sees the zebra man who helped her out now. He’s an inch or two taller then her, black and white stripes with a long nose like hers.
Nervous and embarrassed she stumbles out, “Y- ya I’m so-sorry I don’t know wh-”
“Relax relax,” his arms pump calmly. “I’m sure an expecting woman like you just took a bad step or something. It’s no big deal really?”
Expecting? Her head turns confusingly. But then her eyes come to the realization. He thinks she’s pregnant. Looking down she sees her body, albeit much different then it was a mere minute ago. She did look kind of pregnant, but she felt different in some way. She felt like she was very very full.
Still embarrassed, and unsure what is going on, she just wants to curl away somewhere. “Uhhh yes, thank you! Ya, this ugghhh,” she looks at the mass. With the shock fading she can take in the change more. Why does she feel like I just ate 8 plates of food, she wonders. She strains a bit with that realization, she feels so stuffed. “*hurk*,” her stomach recoils for a minute. “Excuse me, threw me off a bit hehe.”
That’s a bit of a weird motion for a pregnant woman, the man thinks. “Think you can hand me my suitcase… please,” the horse girl awkwardly asks.
The man happy to help remembers seeing the suitcase, “Oh yes. Not a problem miss.” His finger points out as he grabs it by the handle and hands it back to the lady. “Strong kick or something knocked you down I’m sure hahaha.”
Receiving the briefcase with her free hand, she wants to try to end this odd situation. “Oh yes yup, was quite the surprise,” her fingers rub around her stretched belly button. “Thank you so much! Now I’m sorry but I really need to get going right now,” she politely tells him, with drastic urgency hidden.
“Oh yes not a problem.” He replies. With that she takes a step, “Oh ugh also miss.”
“Yes,” she replies almost too quickly while spinning her head around.
“Here’s my card, just in case you ughhh, need anything else,” now he almost awkwardly smiles.
Facing him with a stretched belly still out in the open she eyes the small paper for a second. But soon she feels her stomach shifting internally again, as it scrunches with another slosh. Quickly she grabs it and turns around, “Thank you so much. Will do sorry I really have to getgoingnowthankyoubye.” And with that started to speed walk away.
The zebra watches her form as she speed walks away like an olympic event. Just barely he can see the brown fur of her gut sticking out left and right as she walks. But what he really focuses on is her ass cheeks as they shift under her tight work pants. Side to side they wag beyond her long tail, with haste after each step. Ya, wouldn’’t mind that, he thinks, turning in the opposite direction.
Almost jogging now, brown stretched fur juts out wide and in the open between her broken button down. Stretched and smooth except for the belly button, the mass shifts with each step. Her left hand squeezes over it, trying to keep it still, cover, and not as far out as possible. But even though she kept trying, she knew that it was pretty pointless. Anyone could see the growth. Not too far from her apartment, she takes a right down a different sidewalk.
The scientist for his part was a bit lost right now. Pressing the button on his device caused his whole world to change in a matter of seconds. One moment he was in his lab with his coworker, and the next… he actually didn’t know where he was. He was somewhere cramped, and tight. Somewhere a bit wet, and somewhere just a tiny bit… mushy? His surroundings, whatever it was, squeezed into him tightly from all angles, forcing him into a small ball. Where am I? He wondered
Discombobulated, his first priority was getting his head on straight. Traveling to a whole other universe definitely wasn’t easy on the body for one. He felt like he was on a fair ride that had already spun around for an hour. Nauseous, all that mattered at first was getting his head back on straight.
His entire world quickly seemed to fall, before then moving about chaotically. He felt like he wanted to throw up, but not wanting to be trapped with his own puke, he forced himself to hold it in. Eventually however, his surroundings seemed to still for a moment. He tried to shift to get comfortable, and stretch out his surroundings. But he quickly he found out that his surroundings didn’t like that as they squeezed back into him. It was almost like his damp environment wanted to be the size of a pillow, but his body was preventing that.
Seeing as he was in no immediate danger, all he wanted to do for now, was close his eyes and get a grip on himself. There seemed to be some weird rumbling, and maybe even words being spoken somewhere beyond where he could see. He’d focus on that soon, once he felt his nausea subside. The squeezing of his surroundings actually helped a bit he found. That was well, until everything started moving again.
Like getting whipped around in a tight carousel, his whole world shifts around once again. This is followed by his whole world shifting back, and then seeming to bounce. In a fetal position, she was tightly rocked up and down, and side to side in an odd pattern. Once again, the nausea threatened to become too much for him. In frustration, wanting things to calm for just a moment, he shouted out randomly in anger, “Can this just stop!”
Cleona stopped dead in her tracks. Did her belly just talk?! Instantly her long nose points directly downwards at herself. She stares directly at her middle. Long nose points at the mass poking out so far she can’t see her legs or feet. She looks around again, seeing no one on this side street she does something she feels ridiculous, “E-excuse me?” She questions her belly.
Just then, her belly shifts ever so slightly. Her skin is pushed out left and right from inside barely noticeable, before returning to ‘normal’. With that she hears a voice again, “Uh… hello? Is someone out there.”
Like seeing a spider for the first time she jumps back in shock. Trying to get away from her own stomach, she takes more steps as her extended belly follows her. It was her, after all. “What the hell!” She shouts with concern.
The quick motions unfortunately brings her passengers nausea back, “HEy hey! Whatever you’re doing please cut it out!” His tight prison makes him feel sea sick.
“Oh oh ugh-hh sorry,” concern calming down the horse woman as she stops. With that her belly shifts back into its still and swollen state again.
Sideways hands on the tight slimy walls, the scientist feels everything subside. He exhales a sigh of relief, “phew, ok, that’s better. Excuse me, miss is it?” The voice he heard carried a lot of base, but it seemed to be feminine, “do you know where I am right now?” He can only turn his head to the side, but every direction he sees the same chamber in all directions. It smells gastric and gross. Slime rubbing along him, he notes how it feels gross too.
Cleona watches as her stomach shifts up and down ever so slightly as the voice talks. If the words were different, and maybe less muffled, she would have thought her belly was talking, and not someone inside it. Now that would be ridiculous, she chuckles.
“Ummmm,” she’s not exactly sure how to put her next words together. She wants to deny the situation, but feeling the voice shift her inner stomach walls with each word, she grows more certain. Still though, she had quite a hard time believing it herself. Putting her pointer finger on top of the mound, poking down into it with a *gurgled* shift, she tells the voice her theory. “I think… you’re in my tummy.” She tries using a softer word.
Everything goes quiet. Almost as if things were back to normal for her. That is, besides her belly weighing an extra 100 or so pounds. She may be a big horse, but still that was a lot for even the biggest horses. Then the slightly muffled voice comes out again, “What?”
Not wanting to continue, but with no other choice, she continues, “I said I think you’re in my stomach. Ughhh, look,” she slaps her belly causing it to shake. “That better?”
After a sound and a painful smack and rumble, the scientist feels his walls again. He takes in the moisture, and the groaning and shifting of the walls around him. Could he really be… “Miss.. if you don’t mind me asking, what are you?” This was a whole other universe after all. That could mean many different things after all. Maybe a human, or maybe some weird stomach balled creature beyond any sci-fi imaginable. He was fortunate enough that this person spoke English after all. Must be a dominant language.
“Ughhhh,” that’s a weird question to be asked. “I’m a girl?”
The scientist roles his eyes. “Yes ok, but what are you? Like a human, a fish, a turtle,a 7 limbed space slug or something?”
She recognizes the word fish. “Oh, I’m a horse. Ya that’s my species.”
The man wants to verify, “A horse? Like with hoofs, a tail and a mane?”
She looks at her body again. Taking in her hoofs below her and long dark scraggly tail behind her that goes behind her knees, she thinks so. “Ya, that kind of thing. You don’t know horses?” That would be a little surprising. There are a lot of species around her city, but horses are relatively known.
“Ya well, I thought I did. Just wanted to make sure we’re talking about the same…” He remembers the word she used, “species. Where I’m from horses don’t typically talk.” He almost mutters that last part.
But with her pointed ears, she can still hear the voice, “where do you come from?” She questions, forgetting how strange it was to be talking to her stomach.
“Related to here, I’m not too sure. But it doesn’t matter too much. How big are you?” He tries to understand his surroundings more.
“Excuse me? That’s a bit rude to ask a lady, don't you think?” She puts one hoof on her hip as it rocks to the side. Said scientist inside is forced to shift with the movement. With that, she aims her other hoove at her middle like she’s giving it a stern talking too. “I don’t know where you come from, but women are sensitive about their weight here.”
The scientist rolls his eyes again, “I meant, height. And well, yes weight. I need to know what I’m dealing with here,” he tries to reason.
Crossing her arms above her fat belly, she looks outward, “Well, if you must know.” Her hip rocks to the other side as she thinks. The man and belly loudly slosh to the weight with the motion. With her elbow on her left hoof, her right hoof rests on her chin in thought. “Last physical the doctor said I was 7 foottttt, and 2 inches. I think. About 360 pounds, give or take.” Her right hand shuffles in the air as she nods her head, agreeing with herself casually.
Ok, that’s a bit too big to be a normal girl. The scientist thinks. Maybe this was a universe where horses became the main species? Hearing how the voice was coming above the force of gravity, this horse must be walking on two legs. By evolving to become bipedal, they may have shrunk a bit, but not down to human levels. Ok, at least he knew his immediate surroundings now.
Speaking of immediate surroundings, he feels something poking into his back. Squeezed tightly, he can’t simply reach around to grab it. So, slowly, he shifts inches at a time to turn around.
Outside, Cleona feels the odd vibrations internally. “Ooh,” she recoils her head with a tad bit of disgust. That doesn’t feel too unpleasant actually, she thinks as her round stomach seems to purr.
Slowly but surely, the scientist makes progress. Until eventually, his hands touch something smoother and hard. Just barely dropping it a few times, he shifts and shifts until he eventually gets a good grip on it. “Yes, there we go,” he says to himself. In a wide and uncomfortable motion due to the tightness of it all, he slides it along the stomach wall until it’s in front of him. Pinned between his chest and the malleable wall, he looks down at the device in hand. Silver and all, a red light shines on top of the device. This indicates that while it’s still on and operational, it needs to charge.
DDOMGGLLL, his surroundings squeeze into him tightly suddenly. Squishing his face like he was against a glass screen. The stomach waves upward, not enough to lift him at all, but enough to squeeze the controller out of his hand. “No no wait-,” is all he can say before it shoots up the esophagus above with a *slip*.
With almost tired eyes, the horse lady holds both hands on her distended stomach. Said stomach rumbles and vibrates beyond her hoofs. She shifts like she had a mix between the hiccups and the urge to puke. Everything remains still, but the next time, she feels in her stomach, as a wet squelch sounds out. The sound being a result of her stomach squeezing into itself. Her mouth opens up as drops of drool leak out. Staring out, with still partially closed eyelids, her mouth remains open as she feels sick. Something was not agreeing with her.
Slowly, she feels her stomach lurching upwards. With it, she feels as something starts coming up her throat. The mass rises up her through until finally, it reaches the back of her throat. Something stays there for a moment, causing her to feel like she was choking for a moment. This is relieved however as a loud BBURRRPPPP sounds out. Air flaps her long lips, as saliva, and a hunk of metal shoots completely out her mouth.
About 4 feet ahead, the metal contraption flies out. In the air it soars before smacking on the concrete hard with a *crack* followed by more high sounding bounces. Like a controller thrown out a window it moves, until it eventually sits still. Behind it, the horse woman stands there, clutching her belly, and finally closing her mouth. Horses rarely burp, let alone throw up, it’s a veryyy uncomfortable process that they like to avoid. Barfing up an entire metal… whatever that was, definitely had Cleona feeling hurt internally as her stomach slightly shrinks and calms down.
That is, until it moves again. Wiggling, it trashes a bit as a voice sounds out, “Hey! Give me that back!” The voice shouts from inside her stomach wall. Above her hips and below her ribs, she feels the mass as it tries to stretch her in all directions.
Not liking this struggle as much either, she *slaps!* her belly hard like before, but this time with aggression. “Hey will you cut that out.” The belly wiggles until it calms down as a distant ‘owe’ is heard. “It’s rude enough you just show up inside me, break my work shirt, and worst of all, made me look fat. Now, I don’t need you straining my insides anymore then you are already. So please, stay calm in there.” It sounds more like a command than a question.
The scientist doesn’t know if it’s consciously or unconsciously, but he feels the stomach walls tighten around him with those words. It feels almost threateningly, “Ok ok, you’re right.” He manages to say, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t plan to end up here either.”
And with that taken care of, the horse's smile perks up and her stomach walls just barely loosen. “Good. Now what’s the deal with this thing?” She asks while walking up to the device. Without her hand holding her stomach anymore, the mound sloshes side to side with her guest feeling the discomfort. He doesn’t risk speaking up about it. Stopping, she uses her legs to bend down as her top half remains mostly upright, and picks up the metal. It fits in her hand easily, looking like a weird silver tv remote. A remote that’s seen better days as it's cracked and a button or two don’t seem to be fitting properly anymore.
Getting a grip again, the scientist ignores the deep sloshing of his world. While looking at the controller, a voice vibrates her stomach again. Once more, causing her to look down as her belly moves, “that’s my universal teleportation device. Please! Be extra careful with it. I need it to get back to my world.” She looks at the controller as her stomach continues to vibrate from belly button to spine, “it took years of research to get it fully operational. You have no idea.”
Universal teleportation, she thinks. Now if that’s what I think it is, and if it’s true, now this would be something very useful indeed. “Ok, I’ll take care of it. But just warning you, it’s a bit beat up after that fall.”
The voice continues, “How beat up?”
“Ughhh not too sure, looks like a crack is causing the two halves to separate a bit. But there’s a red light on top.” She finishes.
“Ok, that’s good. It needs to charge a bit. hHopefully you have a charger that could work? Otherwise we can make one. Do you live far from here?” he questions.
“Live far from here?” It’s not perfectly easy to hear the voice. “Ya I’m only maybe 10 blocks away.” Remembering that her belly is out in the open she remembers how much she wants to get home with some privacy. Then she remembers again that the person she was talking to was trapped in said belly. She had gotten so caught up in the conversation she almost thought he was in front of her, and not filling up where her meals typically go.
“Ok, well get to it,” the man replies.
Looking back she sees someone coming her way a block away, “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she mutters. With that, her long legs start speed walking again, hips and belly both wobbling and swaying with each step.
A bit too much in fact that the scientist once again feels himself tightly thrown left and right. Only ten steps in he has to speak up, “Hey!” He rocks to the right, “any chance,” he rocks to the left, “you think,” he rocks to the right, “you can,” he rocks to the left, “slow down!” He rocks to the right harshly before the brakes slorsh him outwards and back.
“Why I gotta get back,” she whispers, feeling self conscious of her surroundings again. Only two people were visible in the distance, but who knows who’s in the building windows around her.
“I know but it’s too nauseating in here. Please just walk slower for me.” He shouts into the wall.
Rolling her eyes, “Fine ok, but it’s gonna take longer,” she says. Afterwards she puts one leg in front of the other again, this time at a slower walking pace. A few steps in and she glances down at her protruding form. Good, she thinks, he’s not complaining anymore. Otherwise I’ll give him something to complain about.
Good, I can live with this, the scientist thinks, as he is now only rocked back and forth vs whipped. Just gotta get there and th-, *szzzz*, he feels a burn in his arm. “Ouch. What the hell,” he talks to himself.
“Oh please I’m going slow,” the deep voice around him speaks up.
“Oh no no not you I’m sorry?” The scientist calms her nerves down. Glancing to his right side, the sting still lingers. Either growing weaker, or slightly used to it, he feels as the pain slides down his arm. Looking at his bent forearm, he sees a drop of some odd liquid where the pain is. It travels downward with gravity, the pain coinciding with its position. In the path behind it, his skin shines reflectively, redder than the rest of him. “Oh that’s right,” he continues, now quieter. “I’m in a stomach.” Another drop assaults his other side, burning him once again as the walls grow moist. I can’t have her moving too fast, but I need her to get to her home quick, he thinks of his current dilemma. Best he can do is remain as strong as he can.
Going down another street, Cleona continues walking as she was. Not walking too fast, she’s forced to awkwardly walk by strangers on the street. With her white button down hanging weekly on her left and right, her belly juts out large and open for any passerbiers to see. There was no way she could hide it, and no chance someone wouldn’t notice.
Big and circular, her short belly hair hugs tightly across her form. Stretched, it looks like a combed blanket, strained enough that you can almost see the spaces between the hairs, but not quite yet. She gives an awkward smile and nods each time as people watch her pass by. Hopefully they think she’s just pregnant, and had a wardrobe malfunction, she tells herself. That would make sense, right?
Not only is it embarrassing, but it’s also quite the task to manage. Like when overeating, she felt as full as she looked. Just this time she ‘over ate’ well beyond what she ever had done. The ‘food’ inside pushed outward as much as possible, and she couldn’t suck in her gut or squeeze at all. Like trying to fit a ball through a too small tunnel, her gut was stuck where it was, no question about that. If anything it could only grow larger at the moment, but already at her limit, her gut was squeezing itself as small as possible already. This left it in its current limbo, stretched as far as it currently was.
The steps don’t help this as the motion just make her gut feel like it wants to escape. But that wasn’t happening, the gut was still her after all. Not an extension or anything, but her. *tap tap tap* her shoes continue to hit the concrete, as her massive form continues onwards. This was not a good day to wear high heels, she thinks of the funny irony. While they haven’t yet, they feel like they’re gonna break underneath the weight.
A number of blocks more, and longer than she would have hoped, Cleona finally reaches her apartment entrance. 20 minutes later, she’s huffing like she just ran a marathon. She would be drenched in sweat if she could sweat. At first Cleona was going slow to help the man in her stomach, but a couple blocks ago she had to start walking even slower just for herself. Who knew carrying so much weight internally was such a workout. Her yoga classes felt like nothing compared to this. If only food didn’t make you fat.
At one point she even had to stop to lean against a poll to catch her breath. A bird couple walked by and gave the not too decent horse girl a glare at the time. But she couldn’t care less as she waved her hand almost as if to disregard the pair. At that point she had grown used to the looks. After the bird couple passed, she heard as her belly asked her why they stopped. Through breaths she had to tell him how tired she was. A bit unsure why, he seemed a bit more urgent than before, asking her to start up again. Rolling her eyes, she compromised with a 2 minute break as she leaned on the post. Then eventually, she continued on with heavy and wider steps, and one hand on her middle to give support. She was really a unique horse in this world today, that was for sure.
By the time she reached her place, those steps seemed even heavier and wider. Like she was carrying a bag of cement, both hands now wrapped underneath her bulging belly as they helped hold up the heavy weight. *thud*, *thud*, *thud*, she felt like some kind of gelatin heavy robot. Mouth open, she was ready to just crash on her couch. People would walk by and of course look at her. The site of a horse woman, struggling with her own weight , made them even feel a bit bad themselves. Hopefully her litter will be done anyday now, a few thought with pity. Nobody should have a rounded belly that large, but horses were known to stretch a bit more than other animals.
By this point she showed complete indifference to them as they passed. Almost like they didn’t even exist, she only cared about getting back. The one good thing to it all was her high heels broke a block ago. Annoyed at first, but it made walking much easier.
“Finally,” she huffs out like a smoker in front of her building. Heavily leaning to her right, she puts her weight on the rail with one hand, and continues to support her heft with the other. Slowly she walks up the three steps with her heavy middle pulling down, and eventually through the apartment door. She carries herself to the elevator, and clicks the fourth floor.
There she stands off to the right, almost not noticing the other passenger with her. Another tall white feathered bird, a half a foot shorter than her. They look out in awkwards silence at first, but slowly their eyes cave in and turn to their left. Turning ever so slightly they see the site. A large horse woman, in a suit, and with their gut jutting out the length of the bird's back head to beak.
“Fun days,” the woman speaks up. Surprised, the bird looks up at the slightly taller long nosed horse. The dark brown and white spots along her mouth moves with her muzzle. “Man what I’d do for a nice large pizza,” she licks her lips, toying with the bird. She couldn’t even eat a piece of candy if she wanted, but embarrassment drained, she was just having fun. Afterwards, she slides her hand up her bulging form. The bird watches as the appendage slides the hairs up in the opposite direction they’re used to. A wave seems to stick up as her hand slides over, leaving it a bit messy in its wake.
*ding*, the elevator doors open. Again the bird gets surprised by a sound. “Well, this is my stop.” The lady tells him. “Don’t be getting in any trouble now,” she *smacks* on her stomach, and heavily walks out. The bird continues to stare wide eyed, as the doors close
“Owe, what the hell was that for?” The scientist speaks up again.
“Sorry about that,” she says with almost no sincerity. “I wanted to mess with a little birdy.” Turning in front of an apartment numbered 419, she takes her keys out and unlocks the door. Once inside, she closes it behind her. Heavily, she puts her weight on one leg, flinging her shoe off of one foot, and then repeats the process for the otherside. Stumbling forward, she slowly lowers herself until she collapses on her couch. Landing on her stomach a bit initially, she quickly rolls over to her left side with the motion, letting her stomach rest sideways on the couch.
“Ughhhh thank god,” she practically moans out as she rubs her swollen middle. Beyond relieved, she can finally calm down. It feels so good to finally relax. So good in fact, she just wants to close her eyes, and sle-
“Hey!” -eep. The man shouts again. “I’m sure it was hard and all, but you need to get my device working.” She eyes her middle, why does my stomach have to be so dam annoying.
“Ya ya, I’ll get that working. Let me just, relax for a moment,” she goes to close her eyes on the pillow again.
Again the voice sounds up, this time uncomfortably launching her stomach forward and back a bit with a push that quickly bounces back, “No you can’t sleep! You gotta get this done now.” He continues.
Huffing not out of exhaustion this time, she continues, “Why? That was really tiring you know.”
“Why? Because I’m in your stomach!” He shouts.
Confused about the anger she goes on, “Ya so?” Her shoulders shrug like he told her the sky was blue.
“So… I’m digesting here!” He states it like it's obvious.
Cleona’s head recoils at that. Not only that, but something tingles deep inside her from that statement. Oh ya, he’s in my stomach. That’s what tends to happen to food. There was a reason he wasn’t lying in omelet she ate this morning. She rubs her belly slowly, my stomach thinks he’s food. Just then her stomach gurrgles again. It has been doing that a lot, but this time she actually realizes what that means. “Oh shit that’s right.”
“No shit sherlock,” he has some anger in his voice.
“Hey now relax. I didn’t put you in there.” She snaps back at her angry indigestion. But understanding his situation she calms down, “Well how bad are you doing?” She asks.
The scientist calms himself down with a breath as well. Looking around, it became clear what had him so angry however. Every inch of him had begun to burn at this point. Bubbles and sizzles surrounding every inch of him. The pool below his middle burned the most. He felt like his skin was being peeled off as streaks of red now covered him like wet scars. He had tried to meditate to calm the pain, but it didn’t do too much. Plus what else could he control besides remaining as still as he could. While the stomach still sloshed him, he figured the less he moved, the less he’d spread the stomach juices. However, now he realized that was pretty pointless.
“Not good, not good at all,” he spoke up. “I need to get out of here soon.”
“Ok ok fine, what do you need me to do?” she asks, slowly she pulls herself into a sitting position. Not as comfortable as lying down, but it still felt much better than walking.
“I need you to,” he takes a moment to breathe, he was really feeling strained. Her ears turn to her middle, curiously. Finally he talks again, “Huhh, I need you to look at the bottom of the device. See if- see if you have a plug that would work. If not… use a wireless charger if you have one. That work?”
Leaning to her left, felt by the scientist as well, she reaches into her right pocket and pulls out the device. Looking at the bottom, the hole is something she’s never seen. “I don’t have one like this, but I do have a wireless charger.”
It will take longer but it would have to do, he thinks. “Ok, get it started. The second the light on it turns green, you swallow it. Got it?”
She looks at the device, that was going to be a hard ask. She was surprised she was even able to puke it up. “Ugh, ya ok I think I can,” and with that she got up again. Walking into the kitchen, she goes to place it on her wireless charger. Again her stretched middle bobbed with the man trapped inside, but soon she gets it set up.
“Ok, the light turned yellow.” Leaning against the counter, she feels her lack of energy coming back, “Can I relax now?” She asks her belly annoyingly for permission.
Said belly rises and sinks again, “Sure, but not too much. I can’t have you falling asleep on me.”
“Fine,” she reluctantly says. Not exhausted, but she could go for a nap. Knowing she’d fall asleep if she slept, she decides to relax in a different way, “I’m gonna do some yoga.” She states, not asking.
“Wait wait I don’t think tha-,” her belly goes to protest before she interrupts.
*Slapping* her belly she hushes it up, “Hey relax. You don’t want me to fall asleep do you?” She asks.
“Please stop doing that. Well, no, but ahh,” another extra sharp sting stings at him. “But that might make things a bit more… rough in here.”
She was starting to really get pretty tired of her belly’s complaints. He was in her stomach after all, he should be lucky she even listened to him once. Rolling her eyes and head she replies, “Ya well, that’s too bad for you. You basically showed up and destroyed my personal privacy. Let alone figure.” Her belly seems to squeeze again, “I’ve been accommodating you for your stay, you’re just gonna have to deal with this.” And with that she walks back into her living room heavily not waiting for a response.
As rude as she was being, the scientist couldn’t afford to make her angry. Unnecessary he replies a weak, “ok,” as the burning continues to dig into him. Looking around and seeing more juices filling up, it was like increasing the settings on a stove top.
In the living room, Cleona rolls a mat out on the floor. Realizing it was a bit ridiculous she was still in her work attire, she slides it off of both arms. It’s not like the man could see her. Plus, he was seeing inner parts of her no one else had even seen. Decency was not not a factor.
It was a bit easier to take her shirt off now that she didn’t have to worry about unbuttoning fortunately. Except for a tight bra holding her perky breasts, her upper half now stands naked. Her back strained out large and wide in the open, all the way around down to her equally large and protruding middle that strained as well. Feeling relief being in her own home, she kneels down on the mat.
“Make sure you don’t forget to check the light,” her belly muffles up and down.
“Ya ya I won’t forget,” she talks like it’s an annoying roommate. Then she proceeded to do a smaller version of her routine. One point stretching above her head, her body and belly tighten slightly at that, looking like a pelican's throat when swallowing a big meal. It felt so good to release the stress she thinks. Then she sits down and stretches her arms to her jutting forward legs. There her belly sits on her other leg, calmly inside her mass pushes down on it.
After that, she gets back on her knees, and plants her front feet on the ground. Once secure, she kicks her legs out straight along the ground to go into a downward dog. Unfortunately for the scientist, this meant that her belly was forced to rest heavily on the ground below her breasts. There it sat on the floor, round like a heavy beach ball. Then, she straightened her arms out, arching her back into her stomach as she stretches her muscles. It takes a lot more effort than she’s used to, but it feels great. Like getting the painful knots out of a massage.
Inside, the scientist felt the crushing added force. Tightly in a ball, being squished between the horse's back and ground had him feeling like the stomach had shrunken a fifth of the size. When already crushed before, that difference was a lot.
The yoga and stretching obviously only made his situation worse for him as it massaged the acid across his body and squeezed into him more. Now the pool covered just about every inch of him except his mouth and head.He wanted it all to stop, and he wanted to say something, but after her last statement and what she’s already been through, the last thing he wanted to do was anger her any more. He just had to get through it, and once his device was charged he’d be ok. Feeling really worn out, and discombobulated, he did not expect the last stretch to be as devastating as it was. As it became the one that broke the camel's back.
More and more she stretched, wincing but basking in the knot in her massive stomach as it grew more and more relieved. Pushing more, it’s like she wants something to give. Then to her surprise, that point seems to come with a *snap* that *glorbs* over her belly like a wave. Her eyes pop open.
“AHHHHHH!” she hears the loud but slightly muffled scream. Loud enough to fill up the room, but probably not enough to exit it. Her belly shakes to the right, causing the rest of her to wobble, following the motions slightly. That didn’t sound good, she thinks. “DAMMIT!” The voice continues as if to confirm.
Looking around and unsure what to do, she stops stretching and slowly lifts her back up. “What happened, are you ok?” She asks her groaning belly, knowing that he wasn’t going to say yes.
“My shoulder! I think-,” her stomach vibrates. “It feels like it’s coming off.” He continues, clearly fighting through some heavy pain.
“Ohhh, I’m sorry,” she sits back on her butt and rests her right hand on her belly. To her surprise it feels a bit sloshier. Compared to the uncomfortable bloat earlier, she can’t help but realize he feels much better in there now. She feels a bit guilty for the thought, but focuses more on how good it feels to rub over her form for a moment. It seems like, while tiring, ever since halfway into her walk, her stomach had been slowly feeling better. Then her stomach shakes again.
“Ya well you should be! Fucking dammit this is horrible! Is the device done charging yet?!” He shouts out. Even the shouting and jerks feel kind of good to her as her stomach holds the man tightly. Tightening her lower parts and lurching forward, she still rubs over her form even while he fights.
Hearing him stop talking, it takes her a moment, “Huh oh- ya ya. Let me check.” She turns her head to look at the controller in the other room. Watching it sit on her charging pad she notes the color… it’s green now. Instant disappointment gives her quite the long face. While not the reaction she expected, she knows why she’s upset. She doesn’t want him to leave. She likes him in there where he belongs. He simply makes her feel so full, and good.
Her turned head stares at the controller more as she processes her thoughts. It’s then that her dome of a belly shakes again, “Well? Can I get out yet??” The scientist shouts through burning gritted teeth. Her eyes linger on the device a moment longer, before she looks back down at her smooth form.
“Sorry, still yellow as the sun,” she lies.
“Dammit!” Her large horse belly lurches less then before as the scientists punches the walls in frustration. This is followed by an “Ouch!” as his partially digested limbs aren’t as strong as they once were. The force only accomplishes in wobbling her forward slightly before returning to as she was. The wave recoils and travels along her heavy stomach walls, even to her spine. She clamps a hoof over where the punch came out. It wasn’t the most painful thing in the world, but she didn’t really like it.
She has to say something, “Hey, take it easy in there.” She raises her voice at her own body. “Don’t blame me. No need to hurt me about it.”
“Hurt you? Hurt you?!” The scientist raises his voice. “What do you think this is? I’m being digested in here! You’re the one digesting me!”
Not liking his tone again she claps back, “Ya well, that’s what typically happens in a horse's belly. Food gets digested Einstein.” She leans back rubbing over the sore spot of her round belly, “No need to give me indigestion now.” She practically mutters.
The scientist gets momentarily distracted as a chunk of slush slides down his injured shoulder into the mush around him. The pain is still there, but luckily his injury numbed it a bit. But a word pops back into his head; ‘food’. “Food. Food? You think I’m food. I-I’m a person. A human being! You’re just a dumb horse! Incapable of knowing the secrets of the universe that I know!” He’s sloshing the digestive juices all around his prison cell as he shouts. His anger ignores the fiery burning sensation. He only focused on being louder than the loud gurgling stomach.
The horse listens, watches, and feels her belly rise and fall as the man shouts. After he finishes, she needs to stretch upwards slightly to handle the commotion. Looks like she was gonna have some indigestion whether she wanted it or not. “Oh- hurk ya. If you’re so smart, why’d you end up in a horse's belly huh?”
He goes to speak, “It was a miscal-,”
“And if you’re so smart,” she cuts him off, “then ugh why not get out me then.” Her face gets right into the top of her stomach as she says it.
“Because I made one small mistake in my creation. Let's see you make a device like mine… And that’s not fair! *Ouchh!*,” the acid burns at him more. He thinks his bad arm just snapped, but the acid took away too much of it for him to notice much at this point. Thinking how he could get out, he also starts to take in his surroundings. He notices how he’s now longer sitting in the caldron squeezed tightly, now he’s lying in the tightly squeezed belly of the horse. Not only that, but the acid is now just below his chin. Feeling some fear seeping back into his voice he continues to shout.
“There’s no way to get out of here on my own! Not until my device is done charging that is,” then he feels his fear rise exponentially. He’s a smart man, he knows his inventions. It should have been done charging by now after one use. He feels motion, but he doesn’t know it’s the horse's head, rising back up again. “Wait,” the pool of stomach acid seems to sound and burn louder to him. “The light’s already green… isn't it?” A moment passes of only the sounds of his digested soup. Slowly, his surroundings rock him left to right, then left to right. The silence speaks volumes. This isn’t her stomachs doing, it’s her doing.
Outside, the horse girl sits on the living room yoga pad still. Legs bent outwards to her left and right. Her left elbow sits on her left knee, and her head rests on her left hoof. Now, her right arm pets over her distended belly. It slides from left to right, left down and right along the short hair. It feels good, tingling her insides and easing her bloat. Then, she tells him plain and simply, “yup.”
He’s not sure if it’s a lack of blood, but his face turns pale as aghost. He turns his face along the stomach pinned to said face like it’s the first time seeing it. “Wha- since when? Why!?” He looks up as he questions the stomach wall to speak to her, but also gets his face out of the rising and painful acid. He doesn’t even feel anything below anymore.
Beyond the stomach he’s trapped in, Cleona takes her head off her left arm. Rhythmically she rubs in front of her belly with both arms moving now, basking in the moments that he’s still alive. “Same reason I just told you Einstein. Food gets digested. A horse needs her nutrients.” He just feels so good in there, “Don’t worry though, a meal like you will be put to good use.” She squeezes her right ass cheek, “I’m sure you’ll make my ass nice and plump.”
With that, she crawls forward, preparing to arch her back into a reverse downwards dog yoga stance. Feeling his whole world turn metaphorically and literally, the scientist can’t believe what he’s hearing. “N- no,” he stumbles out. He goes to fight again, but his body sloshes like it weighs a thousand pounds. To hard to move, he can’t even get it out of the pool of acid. Hell, even if he could push through, there was nowhere that wasn’t acid anymore.
As the horse balances on all fours once more, the slosh remains as it is. But her stomach walls turn the man's face unwillingly forward as well. Unable to stop himself, the mans face submerges into the juices with a quick, “Noooo!-glgglgldfhm.” Acid covers every inch of him in the tight caldron.
Her pointed ears flick slightly at the wet sound. Now on her knees and arms, she spreads out her knees further apart, and dips her back. Raising her posterior in the air, she stretches. Cleona can feel as the scientist flails against her stomach walls, but it's nothing more than a heavy tickle that sloshes the liquids inside.
If someone was looking at her form from the side, they’d see a smooth, heavy and round horse stomach. Jutting downwards, squeezed tightly to her middle and hanging in front of her knees. Inner movements shake the round mound sporadically, as her stomach instinctively clenches and is jostled side to side with the scientist's final struggle. Small bulges take turns forming on the sides and bottom of the mound as the belly gurgless loudly. The outside view not giving much indication to what’s happening, except for slowly and quickly shaking up and down, and side to side. Some bulges produce a sort of momentary line along the stomach walls, but they quickly disappear as the stomach recoils it back inside with a bop.
It’s a bit much for Cleona, she won’t lie, but with her eyes closed, the stretching still feels so… good. Little kicks in the right spots do cause moments of pain, but overall the tingles and tickles are just so stoic to her stuff stomach walls. This was the best meal ever. Stretched out to her fullest, she doubts she’ll ever be able to achieve this again. It’s like her stomach down below was rewarding her for having such a good meal for her body.
She loves it, but soon the movements inside get a bit annoying as they linger on longer than she expected. She decides to wrap things up. And with that, she lowers her back half down to the ground. Catching herself with her arms, she arches the front half of her back forward as her arms extend again. Her stomach tightens as it bubbly creaks with another downward dog pose. Her belly muscles strain, and tighten. as her back pushes and stretches her fat front forward. More and more she stretches, and more and more her belly strains. Tightening from her muscles and floor, a single *crack!* GLORBS her belly. A wave, bigger then any wave before, heavily travels along her belly walls, as she almost stretches as far as she can go.
The man is done for. In his final seconds he has just one more thought, I hope I give you indigestion. Then, with a final stretch, her insides explode into a series of snaps like fireworks; CRA-CRACK-KR-CRACKSMOOSHH. Then, the round and stuffed belly, goes still.
She holds herself in the very stretched pose for a moment, before it becomes to much to hold. Then, with an exhaled, “Ahh,” she returns to her old form on all fours. Her round belly seems to slosh below more, like a hammock filled with heavy soup, as only the calm sounds of a digesting belly remain.
“AAHHHHH,” she exhales, “Not bad, not bad at -hurk,” her chest lurches forward as her throat squeezes. “What th- Hurk,” again her belly compresses into itself. “HellHUGggBWURAP-,” her mouth opens as heavy burps consistently follow in a gassy explosion from her insides. Below her belly squeezes tightly as she just focuses on keeping her open mouth together. Not just gas, she feels something else squeeze tightly through her throat. She wants to try to hold it back, but the heavy and squishy mass rises slowly, stretching her neck out like there was a whole orange in there. Finally finishing her burp with a “-RRPPPPP,” something flies out, and *slaps* wetly onto the ground.
Painfully she catches her breath. She really didn’t like burping, let alone throwing up. Not liking the action, she still can’t help but feel a bit better in her abdomen tho. Placing a resting hoof on her hanging form, she looks at what came from her lower depths. There she sees something bundled up and wet. Going towards it, she stretches out a hoof and picks up the white but stained object. It sizzles quietly in her hoof; drenched, and very moldable. Raising it higher, she watches as it unfolds between her hoof and the ground. Probably the length of one of her arms extended, she makes out the shape of a lab coat. Or at least, what was one as she looks at its sorry state. Tears and holes fill the thing, as the white color has been soaked into a greenish red gross cross mix. Man my stomach really did a number on this thing huh, she thinks. The stomach gurgless below, or him, she thinks again as she remembers who the lab coat once belonged to.
Dropping the shirt back down wetly, she goes to sit back up. Belly sloshing heavily in the process. Like all her ‘normal’ meals before, she only hears the sound of a stomach at work now. Albeit much louder. Plus, no longer does her food act up. The only other difference now, between her past meals and this one, was how huge her recent prey’s mark is leaving on her. Calmly, she pushes her mass left and right, watching as it doesn't resist at all anymore. Rather it just goes with the flow, before returning right in the middle with a loud *GROANNN*. While loud, it doesn’t move this time.
She had no idea what digesting a meal of this size, let alone another whole animal, would do to her. Let alone her figure. Horses weren’t typically known for being meat eaters after all. Maybe her species would pick at something here and there, but her diet was primarily plant based. Plant and bread, which she guesses, does come from a plant.
Fortunately. her stomach seemed to be handling the meat well so far. So that was a good sign at least. Hopefully the rest of her can the person’s body as well. She imagines it will be quite the challenge for her system, and the former scientist will eventually lead into quite a large crap for her expel. Even for a horse’s standard. Huffing, she’s sure she’ll have to strain her tail and put quite the bit of effort into it. But still, she’d just have to deal with that when that point comes. For now, she only needed to focus on digesting her meal. Rubbing over her belly, and digesting.
“Looks like I don’t need to worry about what I’m having for dinner tonight now, huh?” She rubs over her form while talking out loud. *Gsquqquq*, as if to reply, her belly squelches as she feels a bubble rising up through her throat. Opening her mouth, she releases the gas through a calm and wet, “Burpp,” that leaves her mouth like an exhale. Licking her lips, she finishes her thought with a smile, “Or breakfast.”
