The next day. His stomach took a flat shape. Jake wakes up and wiping opens his eyes. Peter's bed is in the other corner, he's not in his bed. It looks like Peter woke up earlier and his mom is already bathing him in the bathroom. Jake throws back the blanket and assumes a sitting position. He feels pressure near his anus. From slightly raises his left thigh, he relaxes the anus and a loud farting is made with the familiar smell of rotten eggs and sound.
He giggles.
"Well, Nanny calmly, don't get angry. It's not my fault I ate you, you came by yourself." Then another fart bursts out of his anus, vibrating the walls of the anus. His anus pulsates and contracts back, closing the passage. "Hey, Danny, I don't feel heavy pressure on the anus, it looks like you're still traveling through my intestines." His anus opens up a little and Jake makes a little squeaky fart. "Good. Travel on and admire my insides. I hope you like it." At this time, the door to the room opens and Jake quickly lowers his leg. A head appears in the doorway. This was his mom:
- Jake, are you awake? - say his mother, in a gentle, quiet voice.
- Yes, Mom, - Jake says.
- Okay, then come down to breakfast. Your little brother has been awake for a long time, - his mother said.
- Okay, Mom, I'll get dressed and come down soon, - Jake replies.
His mom leaves didn't closing the door.
"Fuuuh, it's gone. The stinky air didn't have time to reach the door." Jake calms down. "Okay, okay, I need to get dressed and go downstairs." Jake first dispersed the fetid air, and then took the clothes from the other end of the bed and began to dress. First, Jake put on a T-shirt. A racing car is painted on the front of the T-shirt. Then he lifts his legs and starts putting on his shorts. The shorts are worn to the hips, then he stands up and pulls the shorts up to the waist. His bare feet are on the floor.
"Come on, Danny, for now. I need to fill my stomach again, because after you left it, it remained empty and became flat. I need to go down and have breakfast, and then do a few things. In the meantime, explore my intestines further and turn into my poop. And in the evening or in the afternoon I'll let you out, maybe in the toilet, maybe in the clearing... Um, okay. When I feel pressure on my anal sphincter, I'll think about where you can be released. It's a pity that you didn't stay alive, and you could have seen what my digestive system turned you into and how you smell." "Enough talking, time to fill your belly!!!" - in a joyful tone, Jake quickly runs out of the room and goes down to the table, where his family and food are waiting for him. But before that, he goes to the bathroom and will do his little work.
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