Don't we all love gadgets! I exclaimed gleefully as I pressed the button on my keyfob, as if I were going to lock my car's doors. The parking lights flashed once. Sheila looked amused when nothing appeared to happen, but knew better than to say anything, because if I had taken the time to bother her to come look, it had to be important to me!

Mildly irritated, I crawled under the car, directing my attention to a black box welded to the underbelly of the car. One annoyed tap brought it to life with a zing not unlike a hard disk spinning up, but rising in pitch to an inaudibly high speed.

"Good, she's armed now!" I muttered coming out from under the car.

"Whatever you say..." Sheila giggled, her brown shoulder-length hair glistening in the fluorescent lights. One more press of the button brought the same light flash, plus an intangible sound too high to fully hear. The car was gone. Or was it? The garage floor creaked in delight as the weight of the car disappeared, even rose slightly. But a quick inspection revealed a matchbox-sized car on the floor, complete with muddy fenders from last nights wild ride! This baby is the smuggler's dream!

Energy storage, it's all a trick of energy storage. Based on the theory of relativity, you can exchange mass for energy. With the advanced state of molecular manipulation, and laser technology, scientists can take the mass and size of objects, and convert a large percentage of it to pure energy. With the new breakthrough of inter-atomic capacitance that energy can now be stored within the miniaturized object. The result of this process is a perfectly proportioned, scaled down version of the original object, even the density stays (almost) the same. I picked up the little car, it felt heavy, as if made of solid lead. I showed it to Sheila, who was understandably amazed. Now wanting to finish my show, I pressed the "remote start" button on my keyfob (A must in these southern hot summers!) The tiny little car cranked perfectly - a v6 engine no bigger than a kidney bean, with pistons the size of pin heads idling perfectly in my hand! After running for 5 or 10 seconds, the engine stalled, it had used all the miniaturized air trapped in the system. Apparently miniaturized fuel has to have miniaturized air to combust.

Satisfied I had impressed my girl sufficiently, I gently set the little car back in the center of the garage floor, and pressed what used to be the "unlock" button. The car deminiaturized over a 15 second period, tires scrubbing slightly as they moved outward towards their normal wheelbase. As it did, the floor creaked its disapproval mightily!

That night in bed, after a good Italian dinner, with some (too much!) sweet red wine, Sheila started asking some very intriguing questions. Like how small is the actual drive unit in the car, that does the work, how might it feel to be in the car when it shrinks?

As this discussion was going, she was getting closer to me, clearly in a cuddly mood, but I could tell her mind was going 90 miles an hour. A few minutes later, after she had her arm over me, gently rubbing my stomach, she woke me back up as she asked if I knew what a "rebreather" was. No, I said. She explained it allows divers to recycle the air they breathe, reacting it with chemicals that absorb the CO2, and replenish the oxygen they need. She wanted to use that to breathe while miniaturized! Incredible. Sheila has always been adventuresome but this beats all. If only I knew what she was really thinking...

We have the blessing of being both emetophiles to varying extents, she has enjoyed seeing me self-induce, and always loves it when I comfort her as she is ill, even touching her vomit. But her fascination was far deeper than I had realized. I finally understood what she was getting at when she asked "If miniaturized chemicals can't react with normal chemicals, what would happen if, say I was small, and you gave me a view of yourself from the inside? Would it hurt?" Holy shit. I have no idea, but I like that idea! We fell asleep thinking about that intriguing possibility.

The next day we decided to test that theory, but she agreed to let me be miniaturized first since I understood the process. I had assembled a backpack rebreather, with a box attached containing the miniaturization drive, the receiver from my car's remote keyless entry alarm, and a 12 volt battery. With this on, I was set to go.

One press of the button sent me falling hard to the left, like the floor was flying up, but it felt like I was going down! How strange, how dizzy, how incredible! The air was now like a barely-perceptible liquid! No wonder that engine gagged on it!

My heart was pounding like crazy. I was about to fulfill a fantasy I'd had since the miniaturization project's inception. I was not only miniaturized myself, but I was about to have a most intimate, close up, unusual view of my beloved Sheila. It also immensely excited me knowing she would be enjoying me in the same way soon.

To insure I would be able to return to the outside world in a timely fashion (and not risk going down the toilet soon after!) I had along with me a glass vial of non-miniaturized powdered emetic, I forget the name but it is some wicked shit! In my small state, the tiny vial was the size of a coffee can, and I had it strapped around my belt.

Now for the moment of truth. As Sheila picked me up, the acceleration made my head spin. Into a glass of warm water I went, falling like a rock to the bottom, because of my slightly increased density. No problem, I had to use a rebreather to breathe anyway. I could feel the water against my chest as my heart pounded with nervous energy, she had the glass with me in it in hand, rising up, with dizzying speed toward her pretty face. One last look up at her, we made eye contact, through the rippling surface of the water. She looked just as scared as I was! Just don't bite me in half!! I had my light stowed because I knew the ride down would probably be pretty harsh, and it was dark. She held me in her mouth for what seemed like an eternity, gently feeling of me with her tongue. My weight pressed her soft tissues in a little as I sat, that must feel odd... She was having a hard time making herself swallow such a foreign object! Small as I was, I was still much bigger than anything you normally swallow whole... Finally all at once, her mouth opened, in rushed a torrent of water, and washed me away into complete darkness.

As you may know, liquids flow down the throat without much muscle activity; pretty much everything relaxes, and it flows on through. The sound of the water, and the speed of the fall left me unable to tell much about that part of her anatomy.

Splash!! Stillness. Heat, it was so hot in her stomach, but it felt good. Such a deep, soothing heat. There was still a little of our Chinese lunch, thick, and viscous. Thankfully she had remembered to swallow lots of air so I could get a good look at things in there. I was able to get my light out, and look around. You will never appreciate the inner beauty of the human body until you've been in there. So intricate yet simple at the same time. I could almost grab the folds of her stomach lining but the slippery tissues defied any grip. Firm pressure was rewarded by an ever so slight tightening of the muscles in that spot.

Everything is so dynamic, there is no stillness. When I am quiet, her heartbeat is audible, still a little fast.

The air distending her belly finally prompted the peristaltic movements I had been wanting to feel. The ones that make the sounds I hear from her every night as she sleeps. This is so hard to describe, but I'll try. After you've been there once, you'll never forget it! Imagine very smooth, steady pressure, a wave of tightness moving down from the top of her air-filled stomach. As the contraction passed over me, it was like being squeezed by a big, soft rubber band. Gentle at the top, but getting much stronger toward the bottom of her stomach, so much that my knees popped form the force exerted on them as the wave of contraction passed them.

After about 5 minutes of this slow but strong whole-body massage I was wondering about passing through the outlet valve of her stomach. The "pyloric sphincter" I think it's called. Whatever.

That last bit of liquid lunch had passed on through, leaving the tightly closed opening visible. With force, I could push my arm through it. it was tight, but so slippery it was easy to do.

The elasticity of parts of the body will amaze you. Once her enteric nervous system realized there was a large, nondigestible object in her stomach, it initiated a "migrating motor complex" to clear it out. I caught back up with lunch!

That tight, firm outlet valve softened up, until it was like lifeless tissue, and a smooth, but extra strong stomach contraction forced me trough it, halfway. Had I thought, I would have put my arms at my side and made it on through in one shot but the rebreather, and other equipment was just too much.

This halfway through position was interesting. Sheila's pyloric sphincter (or whatever) was around my midsection, that one small muscle in her body is sure strong. as slippery as it is, I could squirm around, but escape was not an option. That pressure was so elastic, and even around my body it felt great, like an intense massage. But I was relieved when the next peristaltic wave came through and sent me on my way.

The "walls" in this next "room" were super soft, and smooth. No folds like her stomach. The air she had swallowed had broken up into several bubbles, and I was trying to move along to catch up to one. This unusual activity must have really tickled, because Sheila sure giggled and moved around a lot!

Eventually I found an air pocket, and got my light out. This area must be her small intestine, because of the texture of the lining. It was like carpet with large, grey pile. I could run my fingers through this pile and it would elicit a really cool contraction in that area. And a slight jerk and possible giggle from above!

There was still some of lunch here, and it was actively being absorbed across her intestinal membranes. I tried to be still, and quit interfering with motility so I could experience this in its "natural state." The "segmenting" action was probably my favorite feeling of all I experienced in her. And Sheila later told me that it was her favorite too, inside of me. Imagine being caressed, from head to foot but not being pushed along in any direction. The gentle but firm tightening of the muscle layers presses the soft lining with its villi into you, searching out any bits of nutrition trapped in your clothes, etc. It's almost as though those little buggers can smell a food particle hiding someplace, and tell that area of muscle to squeeze! Ahh, it would have been so easy to fall asleep in there, warm, very soft, constant motion, constant sound... Deep inside my most beloved fellow human being! Don't get me wrong, I've fallen asleep inside her before, but never this literally! As I sat still and reflected, my own stomach have a bubbling sound. Since we both had the same lunch, the fluid in me that made that sound is probably similar to this one I'm in now...

But falling asleep could be bad, because I only have an hour left on my rebreather. Time to open the coffee can...

The emetic powder drifted out of the vial (which I left inside her along with the stopper. Oh well.) quite slowly. Its effects were unbelievable. Until now, all her internal movements had been so coordinated, and calm. Now her enteric nervous system was saying "Oh, shit!! Get rid of that stuff, NOW!!"

The gentle segmentation stopped, and the lining of her small intestine became redder, and started to ooze a mucous fluid, in response to the irritant. This part of her gut was filling with this stuff, and seemed like pieces of food were coming back up from further down the way. Sheila's heartbeat was faster, she could undoubtedly tell something was "wrong." And the knowledge of just what it was made her all the more excited! Reverse peristalsis, leading up to vomiting is no where near as coordinated, or smooth as the normal motility. Pressure would build, stretching the soft wall of her gut tight, until some area above would relax. This would then allow the upflowage leading to upthrowage. In this uncoordinated fit of self-protectionistic reflexes, all the air bubbles blew past, forcefully carrying me back into her stomach. I could see that there was now a nasty-looking mix of bile, chunks of peas and bell peppers, and lots of watery slime and spit. Her stomach had lost its firm-but-elastic muscle tome and was now "loose" and shaken slightly by her rapid heartbeat. The pyloric valve was also open, allowing more foamy bile and chunks of food to well up into her poor, tortured stomach. This was such a stark contrast to the coordinated, business like stomach had been in a while earlier!

Sheila knew she had to get me back up, and had agreed to expedite the vomiting process. She had a bathtub full of water to puke in (so I wouldn't have such a fall!) and walked to it to get on her knees. The walking and sloshing were rough, If her insides weren't as soft as they are, I'd have a real headache from all the banging!

I never had appreciated just how strong Sheila is, until I experienced all her might from within. As she gave the first heave, the pressure popped my ears, painfully! That one let all the air out. I tried to have my arms up and ready to "help" myself find my way out of her stomach. It was really getting violent in there! Her body temperature was rising from the exertion, and there was very little liquid left. She finally thought about it, and leaned forward. I was right over the closed cardiac sphincter (inlet valve). Whatever. I was ready for it to open. When it did, I was able to slip out, propelled by the blast of chunks from below me!

Sheila has always been a graceful puker (as graceful as anyone can be while puking) and managed to catch me in her mouth, then hold her hand there for me to crawl out on, completely exhausted, completely amazed, completely aroused!

Her green eyes were watery from the vomiting, but as bright as ever! She gently lowered me in the bathtub were I swam around on the bottom washing off the puke.

After putting me on the floor, Sheila pressed the keyfob button, I felt a relay in my backpack click, and the room shot away leaving me barely able to stand. Fifteen seconds later, I was back 6 ft tall again.

Now I could smell the puke in the air, now I could breathe fresh air! Quickly I took off the backpack, and embraced Sheila in a very long, sensual, happy embrace. We held so tightly, I could feel the "harmonic" of our slightly different (though quite fast) heart beats as our chests pressed against one another. Experiencing so many of her soft parts up close led to one last part being, um, "experienced" that night... Boy, did I sleep well after that evenings finale!

As we were falling asleep, I said, "You know, tomorrow is your turn..." The only response was a sleepy sigh, and some more touching of my tummy! What a day!

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