Digestive Mishaps - Magic Trick

"No, I don't want to be a part of your stupid tricks. I'm trying to study."

"C'mon! It's a two-person magic trick. I mean, a lot of magic is. If this works, it'll really help us earn some side money, y'know?"

Graham sighed. He was back to school after having to take off the spring semester following a rather fattening incident with some other roommates. He lived without anyone for about a month, but the economy waits for no one, forcing him to once again put out ads looking for a roommate. This time he made sure to only get one, but it still seemed like he managed to attract crazy people. "If you'd really like to help me, a snack sure would be nice."

The magician-in-training roommate, Robert, frowned. As Graham continued to flip through his textbook, Robert started flipping through his magic book while grumbling, "Oh I'll give you a snack, ya big ol' fatty…" He seemed to find the page he was looking for and started speaking gibberish aloud. Then he vanished, dropping his book to the ground. Graham paid it no mind, not even pausing to listen to whatever nonsense Rob was up to back there. Unfortunately, then, he felt a strange sensation in his gut.

He didn't have any time to think either as it immediately expanded, jutting his gut into his desk and knocking his rolling chair back a good amount. As his now massive stomach slouched into a more natural position over his knees, a massive amount of displaced air came to be released. Hwooooooorrrrrrrrruuuuuppp. He coughed a bit on leftover spittle and the slight taste of human left behind. Looking at his misshapen belly, he rather angrily said, "I swear to god Rob, that better not be you in there…"

Two arms immediately showed up with higher contrast through layers of flesh as Rob shouted, "Surprise, fatass! You wanted a snack, now you've got one! Try and focus on studying when your gut won't even let you reach your desk." Graham's belly wobbled as Rob did something like a fist-pump inside the stomach, which groaned in response.

"Wow. You really got me," he said flatly, with hiccups dotting every few words. "What's your hic plan now, oh hic grand magician?"

His belly was silent for a few hiccups while it tried to find two neurons to rub together. "I'm staying in here until you agree to be my assistant!"

"No," he hiccupped.

"Well, you can't spit me out so--"

"I mean hic no, I'm not going hic to be your assistant."

"C'mon! Please? Don't you want to study?"

"I don't, but it's better than hic doing dumb shit like this."

Rob was annoyed with his roommate, but his attention was grabbed by the reality of the situation setting in. The fleshy walls around him gurgled as they moved him around ever-so-slightly. Not to mention a liquid pooling near the bottom seemed to be eating through his socks. "Okay, fine fine. But um, you do know how to spit me out, right?"

"It's not hic possible. Well, it is, but I don't know hic how to do it."

"I c-can't just… You can't just…"

"Why don't you hic just teleport back out?"

"Oh! Right…" Rob searched around for his magic book in the dark wetness of Graham, but quickly realized it wasn't there. "Okay, I just need to remember the words…" Putting his hands to his head and closing his eyes, he tried to recall the words he read only minutes ago. But… he'd only read them once. And the stress of the situation was really getting to him. The stomach was becoming more active every minute and he was pretty sure his socks were just gone now. "I… I can't remember!"

Graham sighed and leaned back in his chair as Rob squirmed around. He rubbed a hand half-heartedly over his humongous belly, feeling the nice warmth from within, the movements of his new meal, and just how full he was altogether. It was still such a great experience. But, on the other hand, it caused problems. He couldn't just take another semester off. Not to mention he had a test tomorrow. This time he'd have to deal with the sudden change of appearance, so his mind was already running through some excuses. Buuuuoooorrrrp. Oh, right.

"...me die in here, Graham!"

"I hic didn't catch that first part, Rob."

"You're digesting me! Call 911! Get help!"

Graham stood up and looked at the magic book on the ground. The spell was probably in there, but… Rob kinda deserved it. It was like the shitty prank from his last roommates but reversed. Instead, he grabbed some of his study materials, walked over to the couch, and plopped back down. Propping his textbook on his belly, he flipped it back open to the page he was on and resumed studying.

"Hey! Why're we sitting down again?! Why aren't you calling anyone?! I-I think I'm running out of air!"

"Probably."

"Graham, LET ME OUT!" He punched the top of the stomach, causing the textbook to bounce off and fall in the crack between his stomach and the rest of his chest.

"Rob, why don't hic you just chill out." Graham hit his chest a few times with his fist, stirring up a disturbance in his gut. As Rob started trying to say something, he was canceled out by a loud uwoooooorrrrrruuuup. His meal settled after that, leaving just the sounds of a happily gurgling gut. It even managed to stop his hiccups, leaving him with nothing but the ambience of digestion and a lingering flavor to keep him company while studying. Just how he likes it.