Watersports

The pressure was intense as I was pulled down in smooth jerking motions until I was dropped into her awaiting stomach of chewed gummies, soda and the last of her morning breakfast. I did my best to stay on top of the somewhat floating mass of food, the edges bubbling due to the acid. Everytime she would move, small waves would wash over the edge, scaring the melting food. I had no other option but wait my sentence, that and do my best to avoid falling pieces of candy and waterfalls of soda. She eventually got up, moving about doing who knows what as my island got smaller and smaller, feeling very much like an iceberg. Soon, I was getting splashed with her stomach acid, though it was uncomfortable, it didn't burn for some reason. As time went on, the island was all but gone and I was treading the liquid contents of her stomach. Suddenly, her stomach began to drain and I felt my feet hit bottom, her stomach walls slippery under my feet. I was pulled into the opening at the bottom as the last of the liquid drained, once again in the tight confines of a meaty tube as her body slowly worked me through her digestive tract. As her body absorbed more of the liquid and nutrients, the contents in her intestines around me began to to get thicker, collecting together until my face was being scrapped along the wall as the mass moved along. Everything was still at the moment, her body not moving as I assumed she was sleeping. She suddenly sat up and walked quickly, her muscles pushing against me and the mass of shit when she suddenly sat down, the vibrations of the impact rolling throughout her body. I was suddenly pushed out, my body pressed into the log of shit as it hung over the water before slowly lowering as more was pushed out of her. The mass slowly slid in the water, my body along with it. Suddenly it broke near her anus and the mass slide the rest of the way into the water, or I could say a mixture of piss and water. Done, her hand appeared with some toilet paper and wiped her ass, dropping the was into the toilet before she stood up, her hand reaching for the flush handle as if in slow motion. Water rushed past me, making the log split up as the level raised in the bowl as the water began to swirl and then stop, the level still rising. I watch as she eyes the water level and give a defeated sigh before reaching behind the toilet, her hand appearing again with a plunger. It slowly approaches, her strong muscles pushes it against the bowl and pulled back, the motion repeated back and forth. The fluid in the bowl started to splash around and I was caught up in a wave before it crashed against the side and was propelled upward. I get a view of her bathroom before I began to fall again, slamming into the bathmat she kept next to her bathtub. I was free, at last. Suddenly, everything got dark and I looked up, seeing the meaty sole of her foot hovering over head before it came slamming down, pushing me into the soft fabric of the mat before lifting upwards. Do to what I was concerned in, I stuck to her foot raised with it as she took a step, the process of slamming into the floor and raising up being repeated as she walked around her home as she got ready for the day.