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A Proposal Gone Wrong

How I Ended Up Inside My Girlfriend

By Foxgut

Contains F/M Oral Vore, Accidental Object Swallowing, Unaware Pred, Full Tour, Scat/Disposal

“Uh yes, we’ll start with a bottle of the champagne.” Milo the mouse said softly to the waiter at their table.

“And some wings!” Jade the coyote chimed in eagerly.

“Erm… I’m afraid we don’t serve buffalo wings.” The waiter responded to the coyote, eyeing her torn denim jacket worn over a graphic tee shirt that didn’t quite cover her chubby belly. She was by far the most underdressed person in the restaurant, a fact that made her stand out all the more from her tall and bulky stature. It was possible she hadn’t been turned away in the first place simply because she looked so intimidating.

“Well crap. Fine then, I’ll have the, uh…” She took a moment to glance at the menu. “Chicken tenders. Oh, and bread sticks!” Derick couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle at the exchange. He loved Jade’s free and sometimes crass spirit.

“I still need a minute to decide.” The mouse said before the waiter walked away. He looked back to Jade, smiling and letting out a deeply contented sigh.

“I hope he comes back soon. I’m so hungry I could fit just about anything down into my guts right now!” Jade leaned back in her chair and stretched, before immediately pulling out her phone and getting distracted by it. but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was happy that she seemed completely unaware of what he was planning on asking.

“So uh, things are going well at work.” The smaller mouse spoke up. Jade took note, setting her phone down to listen. “We’ve finally got the matter de-duplicator past the fifty percent mark. The matter restoration module is still a challenge, but the other team is so close to solving it. Our test materials, test organisms, all of them, we can safely reduce them to below half their original mass, and we know that soon we’ll be able to restore them to their original state! There’s still validation work that needs to be done, but so far…”

Jade nodded as though she understood. Truthfully she didn’t understand a lot of her boyfriend’s work, but she knew it meant a lot to him and made a best effort to listen. She loved to hear how passionate he was about his interests, even if some would call him a bit rambly.

“… a-and the applications are endless! The company already wants to market to the shipping industry. There are billions, maybe trillions that can be saved in transit costs alone. Not to mention the environmental benefits of…” He trailed off as he saw the waiter returning with their wine.

“Oh! I uh, left my wallet in my car. Jade, go get it for us, pretty please?” The mouse said as he handed over his keychain. She took the keychain and mumbled an “mmhmm!”, running off as the wine and two glasses were set on the table. Milo waited until the coyote was out the door, and reached into his pocket to pull out a small black box. Inside was a gorgeous, large diamond ring.

The mouse looked over the ring for a moment before he set it in one of the glasses. He poured wine on top of it and reached out to set it on the opposite side of the table, before pouring a glass for himself. He looked at it for a moment, and took a big sip of it before topping it off again and sitting back down as patiently as he could. He could feel his heart nearly beat out of his chest as he thought about what to say. He spent hours rehearsing his proposal in his head, but it all seemed to vanish in a flurry of excitement and anxiety. He didn’t even notice Jade sit back down across from him until she spoke.

“Soooo I couldn’t find your wallet.” She said, sounding dejected. “I guess we could just ditch and head home. Maybe after we finish off that booze.”

“O-oh, I found it! I, um, uh…” He chuckled nervously, adjusting his glasses as he tried to find his words.

“Jade, I… I’ve loved every minute I’ve spent with you. You’re not like… I mean you’re so different than anybody else I’ve met. You’ve got such a wild spirit, and I…” He paused for a moment to take a sip of his wine, doing his best to keep it moderate.

Infatuated by the sudden outpouring of emotion, she watched intently as Milo continued on. “I feel so alive around you. I love the way I feel when I’m near you. And I… I…” He trailed off again as she lifted up the glass to take a sip.

Only, it wasn’t just a sip. Jade opened her maw and tossed back the entire glass. Milo could see a small glimmer toward the back of her throat before she gulped, and swallowed the alcohol and the ring. She smiled, so focused on him that she didn’t seem to notice the lump of metal travelling down her gullet, and into the depths of her body.

“I… uh…” The excitement vanished, replaced by pure paralyzing anxiety. Jade for her part continued to smile and watch him, unaware that a month’s worth of his salary was stewing inside of her stomach. Milo wasn’t worried about that cost, but that he had just ruined his attempt to propose! Should he fess up and get her to try and cough it up? He couldn’t bear that embarrassment. He didn’t well like the idea of saying nothing and letting it get flushed either. Or explaining himself if she happened to notice when she used the bathroom. Would it even pass through at all?

Jade started to pick up on his worse than usual anxiety, but was quickly distracted as the waiter set down both the breadsticks and chicken tenders. Her stomach gurgled loudly enough for them both to hear as she looked down at it all, while she scooped up one of each and stuffed them into her maw.

“And have you decided, sir?” The waiter asked the mouse.

“O-oh, yeah… just the salad, thank you. And another bottle of champagne.”

Over the evening the coyote devoured the breadsticks, chicken tenders, plus another plate of each, while the mouse hardly touched his salad. He did drink plenty of the champagne, about keeping pace with his girlfriend. By the time the check came she was drunk, but the smaller lightweight mouse was about ready to fall out of his seat. He normally would’ve been their designated driver, but instead they ordered a ride home, even though Jade insisted she probably could’ve gotten them home okay.

*Buuurrrrrhhhhhhaaaap!* Jade let out a wet, ear splitting belch as they walked into their house. “Phew, I held that in for nearly an hour…” Milo stumbled in behind her, his brain sufficiently dulled to mostly drown out the anxiety.

“My gut’s stuffed. I’m gonna go sleep this off…” She took off her denim jacket and jeans and let them drop where she walked, as she slid back to the bedroom. Milo sulked back to the couch, unable to bring himself to lay with what was supposed to be his fiancée. He stared at the messy coffee table that had become his makeshift work from home office, containing his laptop and a variety of electronic equipment.

“Fucked it all up…” He mumbled. “Just a simple fucking engagement. I gotta tell her the ring’s going to come out. Can’t let it get lost…” His money wouldn’t be tight forever, but he knew it was now. If only the company he worked for could hurry up and finalize the matter de-duplicator.

Through his drunken stupor he had a moment of eureka. He looked to a small, unassuming slab of metal on his desk. It was prototype of the de-duplicator he had been fine tuning. The unit looked similar to a modern bathroom scale, with a cord running to his laptop, and a pipe leading to a small unmarked fluid tank. He set the slab on the ground, and started to type some commands into a shell prompt. After several mistypes he successfully started the script that would control the unit, and entered what he hoped were correct parameters. He threw off his clothes and stood still on the pad as a countdown appeared on the screen, waiting…

When the count reached zero, there was little indication anything was happening at first. He began to feel a tingly sensation over his body. Then a trickling could be heard flowing towards the tank. The device was extracting matter out of his body, effectively shrinking him, and taking away the excess waste mass.

Several minutes passed while the mouse focused on not stumbling off of the device. He realized this may have been a reckless decision. The test organisms back at the lab survived the process fine, but it had never been tested on a relatively large, sentient being before. Nonetheless after a few minutes the command line read “Deduplication Successful” along with a page full of data, including “Final Height: 76 Centimetres (2’ 6”)”.

The mouse stumbled off the pad, finally falling down as he tried to reorient himself. He laid on his back as the now giant living room spun around him, having only a slight inkling that he might have made a mistake. Nonetheless he picked himself up, and walked over to the bedroom.

Jade was already sprawled out in bed, snoring, and dressed only in her panties and the same band graphic t-shirt that was too small. Her stomach rumbled as it shoved around the solid, semi solid, and liquid masses from her dinner. Milo just managed to climb onto the bed, and took a moment to look at her gut. Surely all he had to do was climb down, find the shiny ring that was being tossed around the inside of her noisy gut, and climb back out. Then he could reattempt the proposal, and they could live happily ever after.

He wondered how he’d get back out, and realized the answer as he glanced to the bedside table. Jade loved to practice bondage on him, and even still had a length of hemp rope sitting next to the old disused alarm clock – some late 00s era device in the shape of a sphere. The mouse wandered over and picked up the end. He tried to remember how she made the fancy harnesses on his body, but settled on simply tying a loop around his waist. He tied the other end around the table itself, putting a single loop around the top portion of it.

Finally, he looked at the coyote’s maw. He tried to peer down inside the darkness, just in time for a soft *urrrrp!* to slide out of her throat and hit him in the face. Unphased, he took a deep breath and tried to push his way in. The upper half of his body just about fit between the predator’s jaws, while his face pressed against the back of her throat. He tensed when he felt Jade’s tongue begin to move over his body, while the jaws tightened to just start to press her sharp teeth down near his waist. He panicked, wondering if she would gag, or choke, or try to bite down instinctively.

In her sleep she seemed to simply begin to slurp, before gulping hard. He winced as his head was shoved down the tight esophagus, followed by his shoulders. The peristalsis took hold, and the muscles in the gullet dragged him deeper into the dark, slimy abyss. The sounds of her stomach at work were much louder within, and as his body moved towards it he began to wonder if this drunken idea was really something he should have attempted. He tried to take in a breath, and began to cough as he got a whiff of vomit mixed with chicken, ranch, and expensive wine. For Jade’s part she seemed completely unphased as her lover’s body passed through her throat to become a large lump in her neck, and then her chest, sealing him inside as he travelled towards her belly.

The contractions of the gullet continued until his head came up against a wall. The sphincter leading into the stomach held tight for a moment, until another contraction pushed his head through and face first into the muck. The unaware predator didn’t stir even as her pudgy gut bulged out and gurgled with the addition of her tiny boyfriend. *Buurrrrrrrhhhp!* She let out a mighty wet belch in her sleep, seemingly unbothered by either her stuffed gut, nor the rope strung down her throat and through her gullet.

Milo fought to get oriented and sit upright in the dark stomach. The outside wobbled and stretched, but the best he could manage was to sit sideways, with his head barely above the sludge. The wet walls clamped down, trying to force him tighter into a fetal position. He started to feel around for any hint of the ring, swishing his arms around the digesting slurry for anything solid. All he could find were half chewed bits of chicken within the liquid. He felt nauseous as he breathed the acrid air. Even though Jade tended to not hold back whenever she needed to let gas out of either end near him, it was still a little much to be stewing in the source of it.

Several minutes passed. The stomach massaged and kneaded his soaked fur, working the digestive enzymes into his body. Being effectively blind he couldn’t tell what he was doing as he felt around, but he was sure he didn’t feel any lumps of metal. The smell and stress seemed to be giving him some clarity through his drunken state, and he began to reflect that this may have been an awful idea. Jade would be furious if she awoke like this, he figured. Not to mention he was aware of what her digestive system was capable of doing, even to people much larger than he had been before. He decided to cut his losses, and began to pull on the rope.

He kept pulling the rope for some time. Jade didn’t stir as more of the rough help fibers slid down her gullet. Eventually the mouse felt the slack tighten a bit. This was it! He grabbed on tightly, and after a few failed attempts to grip the saliva and stomach sludge soaked rope, managed to hold on tightly to start to pull himself back up the esophagus. He started to work his hands back up out of the stomach, and his wrists.

Suddenly he fell back, as the rope pulled away from the end stand. There hadn’t been any lip to stop it from moving up and off the table, and so it had simply pulled away. Milo panicked and started to pull on the rope again, pulling more of it down past the coyote’s lips. His panic subsided a bit when he felt the rope tighten a bit again, but suddenly Jade began to cough. It was the only time in this drunken endeavor that she showed any sign of distress. Unsure of what to do he kept pulling. The rope was not slack but it also wasn’t firmly anchored, and he tugged it slowly down, hoping it would ultimately grab onto something secure.

Abruptly the old spherical alarm clock fell into the stomach with him. And along with it the other end of the rope, that had wrapped around it when he tried to pull himself up. Realizing that he had lost his life line, he began to panic, squirm, and call out.

“Jade! Jade, wake up!” He screamed as he tried to press himself back up the gullet. Her gut wobbled and groaned as he moved, but she seemed to still be sound asleep as her lover fought for his life. He couldn’t even get an entire hand back up her esophagus without that rope, and was left to flail wildly. The stomach only seemed to get more active as he squirmed, gurgling louder while fresh enzymes seeped in to help digest the addition to her dinner. “J-Jade! Please, wake up! I don’t want to… I d-don’t want to…”

*Phfrrrrrrt!* The mouse was about to break down in hysterics when he heard a noise from the predator’s backside. An escape down the bowels would be a long, putrid, even traumatizing journey. Yet it was obvious that if she didn’t wake up he was going to end up being crapped out anyways. At least if he squirmed down on purpose, he’d have a chance of being intact and alive when that time came. He struggled to reorient himself in the gut, until he faced the opposite end. He stuck a hand down her duodenum, and to his delight found it far more accepting than the esophagus. He jammed his other hand down, and began to slowly work his body down into the coyote’s intestines.

To his relief he was able to ease the rest of his body down into the tight fleshy cavern without too much trouble, yet once his toes were out of the stomach, there was little he could do to control his movements. From then on whenever he squirmed, he couldn’t seem to progress any further through Jade’s bowels. He could only wait as they eased him along at their own agonizingly slow pace.

Milo was still soaked in mostly digested food that came in before and after him. The bowels broke the slime down further, extracting all the useful nutrients out of them, and only leaving behind waste. He also seemed to push along any waste or other bits of debris that had been sitting in her intestines for ages. Despite the uncomfortable and pungent conditions, the alcohol helped him get a few bursts of sleep here and there. Each time he would wake up unsure of how far along he was. Jade slept much more peacefully, blissfully unaware of the mouse moving through her small intestines, and then through her colon.

As the night passed the wet sludge in her large intestine slowly dried and moved towards the end, trapping the poor mouse right in the middle. He wasn’t asleep by then but wasn’t quite fully conscious either, dazed from being held in place and deprived of any sense except the smell of his lover’s backside, and the sounds of her digestive system. It didn’t occur to him that struggling in her lower bowels might hasten his escape, though he might have lacked the strength to do so by then anyways. All he could do was wait, tantalizingly close to her tailhole, yet still trapped until she finally got up to poop.

*Guuuuuurgl*

Jade’s eyes opened to her sunlit bedroom, as she felt an intense urge to relieve herself. She shut her eyes again as her bloated gut rumbled, trying to ignore the sensation of her bowels shifting around.

“Uggh… I know I didn’t eat that much.” She mumbled, pulling a pillow over her eyes as she hoped the pressure in her colon would subside. Instead, it persisted before growing even stronger. Her gut gurgled wetly as she tried to bear the bloated feeling. She shifted a bit to let out a small fart to try and relieve the pressure, but it did little to relieve the sensation of her colon being absolutely packed full. When she realized she was having to clench to stop anything from coming out, she finally gave in and crawled out of bed. The coyote felt tired and heavy as she stumbled into the bathroom. She slid her black panties down and plopped down onto the toilet.

*Phffrrrrrrap!*

A loud fart managed to escape as her bowels shifted, echoing off the porcelain. She realized then that she didn’t close the door, and just hoped her boyfriend wasn’t awake yet as she spread her legs and tried to poop.

For how badly she had felt the urge to defecate, she expected whatever was inside to slide out easily. Instead after a few seconds she began to push, but only managed to expel more gas from her tailhole. She gently felt over her belly, and realized it was noticeably bulging out.

“The fuck…” She mumbled, racking her brain to try and remember what she ate. All she could remember was the restaurant food from last night, and her digestive system shouldn’t have had any trouble with that! It certainly shouldn’t have made her look like she was carrying pups. She pressed down on her belly, keeping her legs spread as she leaned back on the toilet bowl. Her anus began to bulge, revealing the tip of a massive brown log.

She took a deep breath, continuing to push. It took much more effort than she was used to, but she didn’t actually feel any pain from her tailhole stretching this wide. Soon the hole was the size of a fist, then twice that as whatever was in her guts emerged. Finally the fleshy sphincter was past the widest point of the object inside, and with all the other efforts, the rest of the turd effortlessly slid out of her body. She gasped as all that mass glided out within a couple of seconds, then sighed with deep relief as one last massive bubble of gas ripped out behind it.

“… fuck, yes.” She mumbled, relaxing basking in the great relief she felt from expelling all of that waste from her colon at once. Her guts continued to rumble as they resettled inside of her. She began to reach for the flush lever, but decided she wanted to get a look at what she had just crapped out. Legs still spread she peered into the bowl, seeing something large but unable to figure out what. She began to stand, but felt an unexpected tug against her anus. There was a brown hemp rope that was still partially stuck in her body, leading out and into the bowl.

Even more confused, she stood and grabbed it, and felt the slightly rough length of rope slide through her insides as she started to pull it out. It was hard to tell after a run through her digestive system but it looked awfully familiar to one of her bondage ropes. She felt something else shifting in her body as she pulled, smaller and lighter, and kept tugging it through. Soon she felt something else press against her tailhole, and with one last pull, a slime covered alarm clock came out and clattered onto the tile floor.

“What the fuck.” She stated simply as she looked down at the device. She turned on the bathroom light, and peered back into the bowl again to figure out what all she had just pooped out. At first it looked like a large curled up log of waste, but it was colored oddly. She also noted how the other end of the rope wasn’t simply stuck in it, but seemed to be looped around it. It looked like it was mostly waste covering something else, but she was still unsure what it could be. It was far too small, but it was shaped oddly like…

“H… help…”

“Milo!” The coyote shrieked and pulled the mouse out of the toilet bowl. He was covered in muck, and tiny, but it was definitely her lover. “How, I mean, what the fuck!” She jumped, into the shower and turned it on, desperately trying to check if the mouse was okay. She wasn’t certain how to check if he was okay or not, and was near hysterics as she began to wash him off.

“D-did I… I must have… I’m so sorry!” The poor thing was obviously in rough shape after an entire trip through a coyote’s digestive system. She had no idea how he could have ended up inside of her, but assumed she must have eaten him. She was still clueless as to why he was so small. For his part he was still in shock, after suddenly being released from his hours long captivity packed within his lover’s intestines.

“I… it’s okay…” Milo finally replied, as Jade continued to run him under the water. He began to take deeper breaths as he realized he was finally in fresh air, and tried to catch a few drops of water from the shower head in his mouth.

“I thought I solved my sleep eating… Are, are you okay? Is anything broken? I didn’t like, digest any parts of you, right?”

“It’s okay.” Milo said again, still weak. “I got drunk, and I used the matter… thing. I crawled down your esophagus. I meant to climb back out, but the rope… didn’t work.”

“You…” The coyote stared, and let out a small laugh, unsure of how to respond. By then she’d gotten the bulk of the waste off of him, though his fur was still very discolored. She slid off her own soaked top as well, realizing she wore it into the shower. “You… why? You could have asked me! If you’re into vore then we could have-“

“No, it’s not that! It’s… I…” The mouse sighed. “I wanted to propose last night. I put a ring in your glass, but you swallowed it and, my anxiety got the better of me. Or maybe the embarrassment… Either way, I couldn’t ask. And I didn’t want to lose the ring either, so… I’m so sorry, I fucked everything up, I always fuck up-“

“Shh shh, it’s okay.” Jade held the mouse close to her chest. “I’m flattered. And I love you, and I… Look, we can talk all about that later, okay? Just try to rest. I’m just happy you’re alive and I didn’t hurt you.”

Milo snuggled back into his massive girlfriend and nodded silently. She stood with him under the water for several more minutes, gently working some shampoo into his fur. Though it was clear he wouldn’t be truly clean without hours more work, if not waiting for entirely new fur to grow, the exhausted mouse soon fell asleep in her arms. She turned the water off, and began to carry him back to bed. She stopped at the doorway as her guts gurgled wetly, and one last fart burst from her tailhole.

Along with the gust of hot wind, a dirty, slimy ring flew out of her anus and clattered onto the ground and onto the ground. It seemed Milo would have the chance to re-attempt his proposal after all.

Note: If you're looking for a more tragic outcome, consider checking out the bad ending

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