Anatomy I
By: JohnBoy

Doctor Moffat held the x-ray of Jim's abdomen up to the window and pointed to it.

"This appears to be the problem right here," he said.

Jim Reese was sitting on the examination table wearing only a pair of striped boxers. He was a very large and heavyset black man -- muscular, built like a linebacker, with a shiny, shaved head and thick goatee. At the moment he was feeling rather embarrassed; he knew he should've come right out and told the doc what had happened from the beginning...

The doctor traced the outline of an object with his finger, saying, "It looks to me like a bottle, Mr. Reese. A beer bottle. I think it's a safe guess that this is what's causing your discomfort."

"Oh," was all Jim could think of to say.

Doctor Moffat raised an eyebrow. "Any idea how it got inside you?"

"Uhhh, well... okay, me an' some buddies from work were have a beer-chugging contest a few days ago." He shifted around uncomfortably. "I guess the bottle musta slipped out of my hand, and before I even knew it, I swallowed it somehow! Weird, eh?"

"Yes, that is unusual. Hmmm..."

"I was hopin' I might just, you know, pass it." He laughed, a little too loud.

"Well, it has to be removed." The doctor began pressing firmly on Jim's thick midsection, feeling around for the foreign object. He was a short, little white- bearded man, probably only 5'3" or so, and quite slim. He looked almost like a dwarf next to Jim's bulk.

"Something like this could cause a rather serious blockage in your lower digestive tract," he went on, "You won't just pass this naturally, I'm afraid."

"I tried to bring it back up, but I couldn't," Jim said, a crooked grin on his face.

"We've got to get it out of there somehow."

"Jeez, doc... I really don't wanna have an operation."

The doctor scratched his chin thoughtfully. "There is another option."

"Yeah?"

"I could try to reach in and get it."

"Reach in... how?"

"Well, the bottle hasn't passed through the pylorus yet; it's still in your stomach. I just might be able to reach down your throat and pull it out."

Jim's eyes went wide. "What-- with your hand, you mean?"

"Yes. You're a big man, I think my arm will probably fit inside your esophagus."

"Holy shit, doc... I don't know about that."

Doctor Moffat chuckled. "You seemed to swallow that beer bottle with ease. Besides, the only alternative is surgical removal. We can do it right now if you like, it should only take a few minutes."

Jim considered this. It sure sounded like a strange medical procedure to him, but he supposed it was better than being cut open. He agreed...

The doctor was filling a syringe with some clear fluid from a vial that had no label on it.

"What's that?"

"Oh, just a little concoction of mine. It's a... muscle relaxant." He gave Jim the injection. "Now lay back. Move over this way a bit -- that's it."

Jim was now laying on his back with his head hanging upside-down over the end of the examination table. He was starting to feel nervous, yet also intrigued. The guy was gonna try to shove his arm down his throat! Was that actually possible??

He watched as Doctor Moffat rolled up his sleeve and put on a rubber glove. Then he began smearing some kind of oily-looking cream all over his gloved hand and forearm...

"This will make it slide in easier," he said. He noticed Jim's anxious expression and added, "Don't worry, Mr. Reese, I know what I'm doing. You won't feel any pain, I promise." He moved to the end of the table. "Did you have lunch yet?"

"Uh, no. But..."

"Good. Open up please... say 'aaahh'."

Jim obediently stretched his mouth wide and the doctor quickly but skillfully shoved his entire hand into it. He tried to gag, but the hand was already sliding down, deeper and deeper; he could feel the man's whole arm pushing into him, right down through his chest, into his belly... he was already in almost up to the shoulder! But strangely, as the doc had assured him, there was no pain. It wasn't even uncomfortable.

He could sense the doctor's hand down there, inside his stomach, feeling around and trying to find the bottle. This went on for about half a minute before the man finally pulled his arm free. Jim gasped for breath...

The doctor was shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I couldn't reach it. You're a very tall man, and I guess my arm isn't quite long enough. We'll have to try this a different way." He peeled off the rubber glove.

Jim coughed, "Shit... what're you gonna do next? Stick some tongs down there? Man...!"

"No, I'm afraid this will require something a bit more invasive." He began to unbutton his shirt.

"Like what?"

"Well, I'll have to go in much deeper. Perhaps even..."

"Deeper?" Jim realized that the doctor was undressing. "Hey, wait a sec. What the hell are you--?"

"Relax, Mr. Reese." He took off his pants. "I told you I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, I've had a shower today." He was completely naked now, and he began to rub the oily stuff all over his body. "Please lie still..."

"Holy fuck, doc! Just how far in are you plannin' on going?"

"All the way, if I have to. Open up."

"Jesus Christ!!"

Doctor Moffat crouched down slightly and placed both hands near Jim's mouth. He said, "You'll have to open your mouth a bit wider this time. Come on now, take a deep breath..."

"But, but this is impossib-- uurghh!"

The doctor had slipped both his hands into Jim's mouth. He thrust hard, and began sliding his arms all the way down the big man's throat.

Jim's heart was pounding. He could hardly believe this was happening! And now he felt his mouth being forced open impossibly wide as the little guy pushed his head into his mouth as well. Then his shoulders...

Jim was too stunned to try to stop him. The doctor was quickly wriggling himself in -- he put one bare foot up against the wall behind him and pushed with it, managing to get himself in up to the waist. Jim felt an intense fullness, as if his chest might explode... but still, incredibly, no pain at all.

He could feel the guy's arms and head beginning to fill his stomach. The doc placed his other foot against the wall and pushed hard again, diving down smoothly into Jim's gullet. Now only his legs from the knees down protruded from his mouth. They kicked at the air -- it seemed he couldn't get any further on his own.

Jim suddenly felt a massive, muscular contraction beginning to take over. The urge to swallow was irresistible! Before he could stop himself, he gulped hugely. He felt the powerful, involuntary waves of peristalsis hungrily pulling the doc all the way in, down into his expanding gut, forcing him to curl into a tight ball. He swallowed again and again, feeling almost like he was going to pass out...

The big man somehow managed get up to a sitting position. He looked down at himself in disbelief. His belly was an enormous, round ball, hanging out over the edge of the table, the skin stretched tight. The doctor was competely inside him! He could feel the guy squirming around, trying to get himself upright. He could actually see the movements under his skin!

"Shiiit..." Jim muttered, in awe. He belched, and moaned with the sensation of incredible fullness. It felt like his gut was gonna pop!

"Hey doc," he raised his voice, talking down to his belly, nervously, "Uh, you okay in there? Can ya hear me? I... I don't know what I'm s'posed to do now. Should I lay back down?" Jeez, he wondered, how can the guy breathe in there?

He heard the doctor say something, but it was unintelligible. Jim almost laughed -- it was surreal.

Something was happening... he could tell that Doctor Moffat was attempting to squeeze his hands through the upper valve to his stomach. Without really thinking about it, Jim swallowed to try and keep him in. Wait, he thought, what the fuck am I doing?

Now the doc was trying again, forcefully pushing his arms up into his esophagus. He was coming back out. Jim stood, wobbling from the extra weight up front. He felt his gut tightening, and he turned around, stretching his mouth wide -- with a series of great heaves, the doc was expelled out onto the table, all slick and shiny, and gasping for air.

In one hand he clutched the beer bottle.

The doctor coughed and slowly got down off the examination table, a satisfied smile on his face. "Well! That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Jim was leaning against the wall, feeling a bit weak. He was still having trouble accepting what had just happened.

The doc held up the bottle. "Success," he said. "Well, I have to say I'm impressed. Hmmm... very interesting anatomy you have; that's certainly the first time I've ever gotten all the way inside one of my patients." He began to towel himself off.

Jim rubbed his belly, which was of course back to its normal size (though the skin seemed a bit loose). He felt hollow, empty. And his jaw felt almost dislocated -- he opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to get it right again. His throat felt a bit raw.

"Damn..." he mumbled.

"You'll be fine, Mr. Reese. But I trust you'll be a bit more careful the next time you try to impress your co-workers? In the future, please make sure you only swallow things that you know you can digest. Although that was quite an experience, I'm not sure I'd want to repeat it. Who knows, the next time you may not let me out...?" He winked.

Jim realized that the doctor had sensed what he'd been trying not to admit to himself: That a part of him had... enjoyed it? Was that the right word? He'd greedily gulped the man down, and then (for a moment anyway) tried to keep him inside! What the hell was that all about??

He got dressed and thanked Doctor Moffat.

On the way home, Jim thought about what he'd done. He'd actually swallowed a man whole -- unbelievable!

How could he have done such a thing? Was it the drug the doctor had given him? If so, how long would its effect last? Or had he always been able to do it, and just never known? The doc had said that he had 'very interesting anatomy'...

And it had been surprisingly easy, really.

He was starting to realize something: He was disappointed that he'd had to release the doctor. It was a weird and somewhat horrible thought, but he couldn't hide it from himself -- the fact was, he'd enjoyed swallowing him, and he'd also enjoyed the feeling of having his belly filled with the weight of a whole, live person.

Jim smiled. He was getting hungry, and it was a new kind of hunger. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it again. No, not wanted: needed.

And not necessarily with the doc. Maybe someone a bit bigger?

But next time, he thought to himself, I'm going to keep the guy inside... just a bit longer.

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