Just A Little Vore

Good Friends (Willing, Full tour, no digestion, long)

"It's freezing cold," Dee complained, rubbing her small hands up and down her arms. "Find a way to keep me warm."

Mike snorted. "Do it yourself, short stack, it's not cold."

Dee pulled a face. "Yes it is, numbskull, help me out, here."

Ever since Dee had arrived in his life, Mike had found himself ordered around by her tiny frame. Get her something to eat, keep her warm, keep her entertained. They'd grown close as friends, so he decided to tease her a bit.

"I'm really not cold, I think you're just weak," he said, struggling to keep a straight face.

"Oh how dare you," Dee said, stomping over to him. They both sat at his desk, Dee relaxing on a makeshift bed until Mike's comment. "You're the weak one here, so weak you can't even keep me safe."

"Being warm does not equal being safe."

"It does for someone as small as me!" Dee whined.

An idea popped into Mikes mind.

"Alright, alright, I can keep you warm, okay? Gimme a sec." He pretended to reach down beside him, while his other hand grabbed Dee and lifted her high into the air.

Her yelp of surprise was cut off as she was tossed into his mouth.

He grinned as she kicked around.

"MIKE. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"keepin you wahrm," he responded around his mouthful.

"YOU IDIOT, LET ME OUT!"

Mike closed his mouth and continued to work on his assignment.

Dee relaxed and looked around her. Minimal light was available, but from what she could see it was very, very moist in here. She made a face, then looked to the throat.

She had to admit, Mike was right. It was really, really warm in here, and she couldn't help but wonder if it would be warmer down there. With nothing to loose, she waited until Mike exhaled, then leapt for the dark tunnel.

Surprised, Mike swallowed, jerking up. "Dee?!"

Dee traveled down the esophagus, the tight tunnel coating her in saliva and warmth, and was dropped into the stomach. Sure enough, it was warmer in here. The acid bubbled and tried to attack her, but her highly resistant skin staved it off.

"Oh my god, Dee, oh my GOD," Dee felt Mike stand up, but she quickly reassured him, "woah woah, it's okay, calm yourself, I'm alright,"

"Dee why would you do that...?"

"It's warmer here."

"But Dee...you know what happens to food when I...?"

"Most acids can't hurt me, including the stomach kind. I'm safe and warm, right here."

"And how am I supposed to let you out? Make myself throw up?" Mike was standing and staring at his gut, where the tiny voice resonated.

"Or let me take the natural route," Dee offered. "If that'd be more comfortable for you."

"Oh Dee, you moron, you'll be in there for days, now,"

"Mmmm....warmth for days..."

Mike placed a hand on his head. He had to get his friend out of there, even if she could survive his stomach she'd be no match for his large and small intestines.

"Oof, something's gurgling," Dee said, and Mike felt it. "Here we go! Moving on to the intestines!!"

"Dee, stay in the stomach, don't go in there-"

"Too late, mouth breather,"

Dee's legs were now sucked into the small intestine, the rest of her being pulled in slowly. "I'm on a one way ticket to pooptown. Right? You guys call it poop, right?"

Her head was enveloped by the greedy tube, and her voice became even more muffled. Mike began to pace.

"Dee? Can you hear me?"

He felt something inside of him squirm, but he couldn't tell if it was an answer or pain.  He grabbed his head again, breathing heavily.

Gradually the squirming stopped, and he began to quietly curse as he poked at his gut. He found a lump, and as he poked at it it began to move again. It had been one hour since his dumb prank had gotten them here, and he was worried.

Dee, however, couldn't have been in better shape. She was snug, warm, and even massaged as the walls around her drug her deeper and deeper into her friend. At one point she fell asleep, but a jab woke her up. She replied she couldn't hear anything outside of the bodily functions around her, so Mike probably couldn't hear her shouts of approval.

Mike, on the outside, finally stopped pacing. Every now and then the kicking would start again, and it wasn't getting weaker, so he assumed that meant she was okay. By now it was almost eleven at night, and he was exhausted. Did he dare sleep?

Eventually, he grew so tired that he didn't have a choice. He passed out on his bed after swearing he would rest his eyes for only a minute.

The next morning his alarm started to blare, waking him. He hit snooze and went to pull the covers tighter around him. That's when he remembered-

He hopped up and looked down. Nothing was moving.

Frantically he poked at his abdomen, searching, until he found a lump. Was it softer? Or was that just his imagination? He quickly prodded at it. It moved weakly, and fear jolted trough him, before it kicked up full force.

Dee was forcefully woken up from her warm home, confused for a moment as to where she was.

She quickly worked to tell Mike she was alive by kicking. She felt kind of bad for worrying him, and in all honesty, she missed talking to him. Oh well, she'd be out in a day or two.

Mike got dressed for the day, then decided to go to class. He couldn't miss college days due to a friend, and he was sure Dee wouldn't mind.

As he walked, Dee's fleshy home began to sway and massage her in new ways. She looked up, shocked, as the walls of the intestines rubbed against her private area. Blushing, she tried to ignore it, but ultimately felt herself being aroused. How embarrassing.

Mike had a while to go to get to class, so he left about twenty minutes early. The strong, massaging muscles of the intestine walls ground deeper into Dee as she reached a corner. She couldn't help but emit a tiny moan, biting her lip to stop anything else. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around the muscle, and it hit harder, rubbing her gently up and down before backing up a bit and hitting hard again.

She blushed, pleasure racing through her.

Mike was only concerned about getting to class.

The corner ended, and Dee was now on her face. She panted, seeing as she was rather close to climaxing before she was rudely yanked away. Luckily for her, Mike's body had realized that she was indigestible. So, it began to churn her faster, pushing her through his body rather quickly.

She slipped into the large intestine with no problem by noon, and by the time Mike returned home, he felt and urge to use the bathroom.

By then he'd forgotten about Dee, his classwork holding his attention, but as he sat down, he poked as he belly to find her. When he felt something kick his prostate he shuddered, knowing exactly where she was.

He wondered how she had gotten through so quickly, but he did not waste time non squeezing.

Her head emerged first, her arms pinned to her side.

"Alright idiot, let me out."

Mike grinned. "I don't know. Maybe you still need a day or two in there."

"No, I'm hungry and need a shower, you-" her words were cut off as Mike stood, enveloping her head in his cheeks. Her muffled cries were drowned as he pulled up his pants. She squirmed, pleasuring him, and he eventually walked out of the bathroom.

He would let her out eventually. First, he had some homework to do.