Gangly fleshy bits of penis creep past her lips, slip over her teeth, rest on her tongue. Sleep. Stay in her for the warmth. Rest. When she bites down I’m awake and I move further. Past her uvula, dodging her tonsils, navigating the thin corridor of her esophagus...

I’m a probe. Dick probe. Pushing. Sensing her gag I crawl slower, take my time. Penetrating her... Deeper...

Deeper. “Swallow me.” She can’t scream but her attempt sends shivers over my length – sends shivers through my skin - echoes of her apparent discomfort. I’m in her stomach. Pushing through her past through her digested past. Hurried...

Hurried now because I’m uncomfortable. Hurried because I don’t want her to don’t need her to show me what she is who she is... What she’s done. I can feel dicks, the broken shafts of dicks of other men dead and limp inside of her stomach. Dicks she’s chewed off. She bites. Here is where she bites. Either that or the men aren’t ever long enough to reach further, to see any further...

For now, her stomach is frightening to me. I find a sphincter and gently push through. Push my way out. I’m snaking through her intestine. Further...

Further now into twenty-four feet of shit that her and I now share. We’re both coated in whom she has swallowed, whomever she has sucked down. Twenty-four feet of who she is in full, although often mistakes as the repulsive and as the sum of who she is not...

The plunge... The colon. Slide through. Slide past the detail, the painful knowledge of what she’s done, what, or rather whom she might prefer. Dodge past the reality, the substance and hurry into her anus...

I’m choking.

Sliding past another portal, another sphincter I dash into, and soon out of her last exit. Out of her ass. My dick pushes, breaks apart her final tight, rusted door. Air. Release. Breathe...

I breathe. My urethra breathes... Then, as I take time away, outside of her, reflecting on the horrors of her past, I slide back, smoothly reentering her colon, more ready than before to deal with her shit.