My arms burned as I swam through Jess' small intestine. Part of this was due to the acidic brine I was swimming through, but larger reason was how much I was pushing my muscles.

Jess' "small" intestines were seemingly endless. Being the longest part of her intestinal track, it was unlikely I would be able to reach the end before my breath gave out, but I had to try!

Drowning in Jess' bile was no hardship in itself. It hurt of course, but due to the regenerative qualities of my affliction I would simply recover whenever I had enough oxygen around me. The true danger lay in what would happen to my lifeless corpse until then.

Should I exit Jess' small intestines and immediately become smothered in her waste, I might end up being pooped out and flushed down the toilet, not reviving until I reached a water treatment facility at the other end of town. At my size, the chances of finding my way back to Jess' body was almost null and that wasn't even accounting for any animals or insects I might run into along the way.

The villi that lined the walls of Jess' intestines swayed back and forth peacefully with the current in contrast to my current panic. My lungs were burning and my vision was starting to go blurry. Finally, I hit my limit.

A sour taste entered my mouth as I gasped for air only to be filled with Jess' intestinal bile. My lungs screamed at me as they filled with the acidic liquid, but the pain lasted for only a moment before my world went black.

When I awoke I found myself lying against a soft, slimy floor. Wet sloping sounds could be heard around me like thick sludge sliding down a wall. What stood out most was the scent, so overpowering I could taste it in my throat.

Picking myself up quickly I realized I was still in Jess' body! I had reached her large intestine and had avoided being buried in her waste! From here it would be a short run to her butt hole from which I could head back to my clitoral home with ease. But as my eyes adjusted to the darkness a new problem stood before me.

A massive log of feces blocked my path. The remains of Jess' supper the night before waiting to be released from her body. Undigested kernels of corn dotted its surface as the slick walls stretched to contain it.

Reaching into my backpack I pulled out my toenail shovel. I had had enough of this shit. One way or another I was getting out of here!

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