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Bath Bomb Belly
Nate loved a nice relaxing wind down in the bathtub, and loved it even more when he was able to use fancy bath bombs and oils and mixes to fill the room with elegant smells. But with the landlord having construction done on the bathroom all month, he and his roommate had been showering at the gym. Finally the new bathtub was finished, the tiles set on the floor, the walls repainted, and Nate could enjoy a long awaited bath, fit with fragrances he had saved for too long.
Nate got home from work, locked himself into the bathroom, and stripped down to his bare skin. He set the water to a hot, yet not scalding, temperature, lit an overpriced candle and placed it on the sink, set aside a face cloth with some chocolate and a drink beside it to enjoy while soaking in the water, and went to the bathroom closet to select one of the handmade bath bombs he had ordered. But the bath bombs weren’t there. He reflexively glanced into the garbage bin by the toilet and saw the bags they had been wrapped in. Opened and thrown away. Wyatt. His roommate. Ugh.
“Wyatt, you used my bath bombs?” Nate shouted, walking into the living room adorning nothing but a towel and rage.
Wyatt, sitting on the couch with his gut hanging out of his size-too-small shirt, sat up to attention and looked at Nate in surprise, “I don’t know what that is.”
“I spent half my last paycheck on those! All I can get is a crummy minimum wage job and all I want is a little bit of luxury, why’d do you have to ruin this for me?” Nate held his hand up to show the empty wrappers.
Wyatt saw the wrappers in Nate’s hands, “Ohhhh, I thought those were my jawbreakers.”
“You already ate those!” Nate said in frustration.
“Oh yeah,” Wyatt said slowly, “That would explain the chalky texture. I thought they went bad or something,” he rubbed his gut and felt it gurgle and churn inside.
“Wait, you ate the bath bombs?” Nate asked.
“Not twenty minutes ago, probably right before you came home.”
“First you eat half of my food, now you start eating my stuff. How do you mistake a bathroom closet for a food pantry? Thank god this place doesn’t allow pets, you probably couldn’t tell the difference between a poodle and a pork chop! Ugh!”
“It was an honest mistake! In my defense, when I get hungry everything starts looking like food.”
Nate put his hands on his face and groaned, “I don’t mean to yell at you, I was just really looking forward to relaxing in a hot bubble bath after waiting a whole month.”
“Well we can still make that happen! I can still feel it fizzing like crazy down there,” Wyatt got on his feet, pushed past Nate into the kitchen. He took a gallon of water out of the pantry and started chugging it.
“Can’t even have a short conversation without him shoving something into his gut,” Nate commented to himself.
Wyatt gave a great belch, and sauntered over to Nate, “Might wanna take a deep breath, I haven’t done this in a while and it might take me a minute,” Wyatt held onto the sides of Nate’s waist and firmly lifted him into the air.
“What? Oh!” Nate began before having his head plunged into the dark abyss of Wyatt’s oversized throat. He shivered in surprise at the warm prickly tongue gliding across his face and chest, tensed at the pressure coming from all sides of him as Wyatt’s esophagus encased him.
Wyatt chugged down Nate’s shoulders and chest, then used a free hand to loosen Nate’s towel and let it drop to the floor. He placed each hand on a separate thigh of Nate and pushed forward, swinging Nate’s legs into the air.
Nate wriggled forward and found his chest and abdomen being squeezed and tickled through a narrow, slimy passage to a stretchy flesh chamber filled with gurgling water. In a place you might expect to smell like vomit, Nate was surprised to find that Wyatt’s stomach smelled perfectly wonderful, with notes of rose and lemongrass, cardamom and peppermint, a mix of the bath bombs all swirling and bubbling together in the stomach juices and water.
Wyatt gave another big gulp, and slurped up Nate’s legs with ease. He was an accomplished eater after all. Without missing a beat, Wyatt waddled through the doorway to the bathtub and looked down at the hot, clear water filling the new bathtub.
“Hmm… I don’t know this seems kinda gross to me… Well, the bath is new so I suppose there won’t be any germs on it or anything. Oh, what the hey, I’ll do it for you,” Wyatt struggled a bit but managed to kneel on the floor, his gut bulging in front of him with the bulk of Nate. Wyatt turned to the side and plunged his head under the surface of the bath water and began gulping as fast as he could.
Nate, perplexed by the whole affair, was still getting used to the cognitive dissonance of being inside a human stomach, and having it smell like a Bath and Body Works factory, when water began shooting out above his head in intermittent spurts as Wyatt swallowed one mouthful, then another and another.
Wyatt gulped about half of the bath’s contents before giving up, sitting back down against the newly tiled floor, and taking deep breaths of air. Nate squirmed around in his private, semi-spherical bath bomb belly chamber. He pushed against the stomach walls and felt them squirming and stretching. He could feel a soft pull at his feet as the stomach opened a sphincter every few moments to let some water pass down into the large intestine.
“Don’t think that giving me a bath bomb experience in your gut gets you out of buying me new ones!” Nate shouted, pausing in the middle as the water sloshed over his mouth.
“C’mon bud! Who else can say they’ve been in a bath bomb belly before?” Wyatt sighed, giving his gut a slap and sending a small wave into Nate’s face.
“Not that I’m ungrateful, thanks for trying to make it happen creatively, but this has been a bit more stimulating than I was going for!”
“Alternative thought, we call a truce and I don’t digest you?” Wyatt suggested.
Nate contemplated for a bit. “I’ll let you know, let me think about it for a bit while I relax. It does smell pretty good in here.”
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