Sluggish Drain Service


Written by Septia.


-Bhuruuaarlp- The esophagus rattled around my tail as the exchange of air funnelled up around me. The winds of caustic enzymes — a liquor of lemon — basting my form as the stomach continued to swell around in accommodation for me. As my tubby slug-half curled out through the gullet hatch above, my torso was shoved taut to the wall. Shortly I was pinned against the oscillating stomach tissue by my own tail, as the walls oscillated against my back. -Chrrlslths- Crinkles of a toad swimming through clay, woven in the cramped space whilst my slimey tail laced the gullet in its slime on its way winding into the stomach. -Sllptsh- The tip of my bottom half clapped into me, and for a moment the compaction made me reminisce of living in a shell. The stomach rippled to grind against my skin, contracting enough to mush my face into my thorax and it wobbled into an orchestra of squishing phlegm and gut fluids as I felt Birgit sit back, -Chrllrpsght- -Sfrrlspths- sloshing me to and fro with the indents of her kneads concaving the floor of the guttural abode. 
	“Wooa ahoa, oh, s-so hey, how'd I taste?” I asked once the shaking petered off. 
	“Real sweet.” 
	My eyes twinkled at the reply. 
	“Yeah, was in the mood for something more greasy, thought that's what ah was in for with you being a slimy slug an all.” 
	“O-oh…” 
	“I've been pigging out on sweets lately, what with the low prices an all,” she continued, patting the gut so waves of jostling flesh trekked along my form, “so you being the sweetest thing ah've had all days gonna mess with my gut's rhythm.” 
	I pushed my fingertips together, puffing my cheeks. “I would expect a little nicer Tum side manners.” 
	“Sorry 'bout that, Luda, it is nothing personal,” Birgit said as she leaned back, the furrowed stomach around me stretching. Its grinds pushing me back along with it whilst the chamber sprawled open, freeing up capacity to let me unfurl over the slippery surface. 
	“Yo get wh's in't my only job, I've had a day, ad way get what you pay for.” 
	“I -it wasn't, that cheap.” I mumbled. This put a stop to everything around me. 
	“How much did you pay Own for tour session…?” 
	To this, I wouldn't reply. Though, it was enough for Birgit to infer my meaning. 
	“Oh, that bitch,” Screw that I'm gonna go freelancer after this,” she said and scratched by the side of the engorged abdomen, letting me feel the grooves her fingers made against my back. “Just to be sure, you paid for that two hour pass?” 
	“Y-yes, B-but you'll l-let me out right after, isn't that true?” 
	“Hey, Luda, that would cost extra, ad if I did, I'd go out of my pocket, so no way. One hour, fifty seven minutes, then you're right out.” 
	This wasn't quite what I had imagined. Though, dating had been a wash for the past while. I laid back, synching my breaths with the expansions of the incarnadine dome surrounding me, listening to the -Schrsls- squirms of meat and muscle, allowing myself some rest for the money I'd spent. I only had so much time, after all. 


~ 1 ~


Birgit's eyelids crept open, A knocking echoed from the hotel door. “Housekeeping, anyone there?” 
	Birgit shifted her eyes to the clock, vitriol warping her face. 
	“Go fmgr… go drown yourself.” she called out. 
	The shuffling of a cleaning cart rustled outside. “I'll come back later, than.” 
	“You better get outta here, you fmmr ghrpghs…,” Birgit grumbled and tumbled out of bed. She threw off the tangle of a blanket to expose… the receded, sooth dome of an abdomen. “Ah toffee. Why'd this stupid bitch, be a bitch thas so stupid…,” she grumbled and flipped up her phone, and speed-dialling Owen. “Hey, yeah, we had an accidental overtime here. Yeah what about it? I was tired.” She hung around on the line for a bit, face contorting in disdain. “Oh, yeah? Owen, I actually wanted to talk to you about that very topic…” 


~ 2 ~


-Ppfhhrrlllbrth- Chartruce smog fanned out against the toilet seat, Birgit sat with her face buried in her palms, groaning at the ripe stench of dried weed lawn clippings and licorice vinaigrette. With an overstock of rancor and a deficit on occupation, Birgit's mood was scrambled beyond aid. 
	“Least I can clear out my ass of you, stop thinking about stupid bitches who steal my money… Don't take that personally,” she grunted as her pucker engorged with a creak of a cracking knuckles, “You did do both those things, but neither of them on purpose, let’s just keep some genteel sense to all this mfms, will you.” Birgit sighed. 
	-Chhrrlpgths- Her brim rippled with the creaks of plaster rustling the ring of flesh. Gradually the pit pried apart for the batch within to crawl through. An assonance of kneading cookie batter reverberated form the brim as it disgorged a pillar of macerated mulch. -Chrlgshs- -Bfhrlpsths- Fissures crawled along the surface of the mound, breaking up the tanned wheat hue with contrasting patterns of raw umber. Steam oozed out along with the hunk trailing towards the bottom of the bowl, warming up Birgit's rear toasty with the aroma of spun sugar left to ferment into alcohol in a pit of tar. 
	“Geeze that is strong… and you're still that sickly sweet uurk… pha,” she huffed out and scratched her ass. The whole mess of mulch trudged along her bowls to crown out through her strained mud-hatch. She sighed and leaned back on the toilet, palm brushing along the pudgy midriff. “Sorry, gal, you didn't deserve that, least you're going easy on my ass, unlike me. M… guess if my ass didn't go easy on ya I'd be the opposite, huh?” She pondered, all whilst the length of muck percolated from her hind. 
	-Dmftsh- The muck clapped into the porcelain, bending with a smear of brushing chewing gum off on a desk. The Length wound around the perimeter of the bowl, smothering the toilet in the fat bales of bottom baked bowel batter. -Schrmrs- Birgit felt the trickling of slime polishing up her pucker, the rugose hind clotted intestinal mucilage and the remains of a particularly slimy meal, the buffered brim ending over the barging bales of bile. 
	“Phaa… gonna haf to start marketing maself, what are my omfms options even,” Birgit grumbled to herself, the pucker working to contain and pinch off the mud snake as it wormed its way out, the toilet stacking in bales of manure tangling along one another, bottoms melding together and phlegm clogged fractures paved over in surrounding sludge. The more time that passed, the more definition to each loaf was lost in the mire of pale, khaki dough. 
	“Aw taffy…” Birgit mubled. She clutched her legs as she heaved herself up, feeling a thick column of gunk distending her backside, -Chglprhts- the heap burrowed into the soft serve underneath, the glistening surface of bowel fluids giving the bale an opalescent texture. 
	“Did I get the payment from Owen for the last one? Urk, that bitch owes me a drink too, stupid…” She grumbled, pinching her rear together -Chrllrpsths- Though her hind sprung back, pucker's clasp only engorging it further. Birgit raised an eyebrow. Clutching her tummy, giving it a jostle. “How sturdy was that bug?” 
	-Chllrpsghts- The sear of congealing dew and stretching filaments of mucus reverberated through the bathroom. 
	Birgit peeked back at the deluge. The bale lodged in her rear was, of a denser caliber than the rest. Its hue and texture pale as soot and the goo trailing off it — webbing their taut to her pucker and hind in a web of gunk — was semi-solid in its viscosity. -Chrlsth- Then it moved with a ripple that stirred and displaced the mounds it was partially immersed in, and the rustle of gel crawled up Birgit's spine. 
	“What is… how, owh?” She grunted, clutching her stomach and doubling over, feeling the rustling in her bowels, kneading it along, sinking her fingers and wrists into the diminishing gut. 
	-Chrlprf--… -Cpshtwop- A burst of guttural nectar pelted the toilet, as the thick bale sprung out from the hind like a cork from a flask. -Fbbrrttlpthts- A plume of fog billowed out after it, rippling Birgit's gaping brim as the smog enveloped the standing, thigh leg long bale in the bowl, swaying to and fro. 
	“Mmf, spaha… my cheeks are gonna kill me…” Birgit sighed, clutching her rump together as she peered back, seeing the bale as a silhouette in the smog, slowly defining. 
	I opened my eyes, lip, light filtering through the fog surrounding me. Lips glued together… I wriggled my jaw, slowly feeling my lips appear, drawing apart as two halves of a grilled cheese, lips moulding together whilst my arms followed suit, clutching onto the backrest behind me. “Phsaa… hahaa… hfos. My head…” 
	“That… Luda?” 
	I peered up, shielding my eyes… “H-hey, Birgit.” Most of my moisture, and a good amount of lard, had been siphoned out through my digestive trip. Estimating my size, with my eye-height being in line with her crotch, I had lost two-thirds of my heights. Mind, vision, and senses muddled in a tepid haze. 
	-Frllrpsshssh- Then I felt everything begun to spin, water pooling around my tail in swirls. “What-that's happening?” 
	“I am not getting haunted again.” Birgit said with reeling back form the flush handle. 
	“I'm not a ghost whys everything spinning?” 
	“Prove it then.” 
	“Howhahahuwahg ghaugh,” I squealed as the revolutions flung my confused perception into a carousel of discomfort. 
	There came a knock at the door. “Housekeeping?” then the door opened. “You should have been out of the room hours ago…” The tapir cleaning lady stared at us, her expression slowly drooping with each rotation I could see her in. “I'll give you another hour.” She shut the door. 


~ 3 ~


“I am fine, you can stop,” I said and pushed away the towel. “You still stink…” 
	“Of you.” 
	“Yeah…” Birgit huffed. “Sorry 'bout that. I's real embarrassing.” 
	“You kinda stink at your job. Well, I think you owe me a bit now, so we could figure out some other way to pay me back,” I said and curled up against her tummy, “Like, carrying me around till I've regained my mass?” 
	“Well, I actually quit my job already, so…,” Birgit said, scratching at the back of her neck. 
	“You really should reconsider your line of work,” I admitted, “you're not much of a people person.” 
	“Mmrg…,” she grumble and stuffed the towel in my face. 
	A knock at the door. “Housekeeping?” 
	We looked at each other. 
	“You can come in now, I think we're done here.”