
Poked Your Way Through My Belly Button
After shrinking you down and swallowing you alive I'm lying in bed having a nap. My exposed belly protrudes
as I moan and sigh in my rest. I rub my sore tummy and finger my itchy belly button. My belly makes noises
and there is clearly something in there moving about. I wake up and realise what's going on, "Stop
poking my belly button... it feels like I'm going to pop!...Ohh how could you...how could you do this to me
ohhoh...." You have poked your way through my belly button and got me good. I gasp for air and my belly
cries out for the last time.
