Two's company, three's a mistake

"Alright... Now send me down the cable. Make sure the cover's still on the end so you don't get it all wet with your spit..."

Gulp.

"There we go, perfect. Now at least it won't be so boring in here."

The screen of a Nintendo DS flickered to life, illuminating the space surrounding it. A pudgy-hipped blonde girl with glasses sat cross-legged inside what was unmistakably someone's stomach, stylus between her lips as she focused intently on her video game. This was Chelsea, who, weeks ago, had been swallowed whole by the dorky stoner girl who sat in the back of her Calculus class and doodled in her notebook margins.

Now, in the warmth of June, she was sitting in that same stoner girl's stomach, a blush on her face as she tried to ignore the nagging feeling of excitement she'd been working on forgetting about for a while now. She managed to keep her attention on the game and off of her temporary captor's warm stomach - and outside the bloated belly, its owner belched rudely and covered her mouth several seconds too late to excuse it.

"Huh.. uhhm, excuse me!" Shelby grinned at her roommate, Penelope, and stroked her swollen stomach, eliciting a protest from Chelsea as she ruffled her hair within. "Hey Pen, how much longer do we have to go?"

"Several hours, Shelby, just like when you asked five minutes ago. Why don't you just take a nap like the other two are?"

Shelby craned her head just enough to see the other passengers sitting in the back of Penelope's Volkswagen. She stopped turning just shy of disconnecting the power cord she'd kindly swallowed for Chelsea.

Casey was sitting behind her seat, sleeping with her head propped up against the window beside her. The brunette was a friend of Penelope's from one of her courses last semester, and since she lived in the city during summer break like Pen and Shelby, she'd happily accepted the invitation to head out to the coast for the week.

Beside Casey, and equally unconscious, was Claire Thompson, a science grad who was Shelby's TA in Physics 2. That, and maybe - just maybe - Shelby's secret college crush. But come on - Claire was gorgeous. A beautiful redhead with bright ruby lips and cool blue eyes who put on the perfect sultry come-hither look in Shelby's daydreams with a 100% success rate! Shelby figured that maybe that last one was a bit of a subjective description, but what the hey.

Shelby leaned back in her seat and let her bloated stomach rest comfortably on the floorboards of Pen's passenger seat.

"It's kind of a shame Claire's car is in the shop, but - hic - I think we made pretty good use of your little four-seater here, all things considered!" She boastfully patted her stomach.

Penelope shrugged. "I still can't believe you got the short straw, Chelsea, especially after that Girl Scout thing."

Chelsea's face lit up, and she was extremely thankful that nobody could see her inside the stoner's gut. So what if she'd fixed the lots a little bit so she'd "lose"? There were Pokemon to catch, and damn it, only she could get the job done.

Shelby, finally deciding to take Penelope's advice, slipped her headphones over her ears and reclined in her seat, hiccuping and gently giving her stomach a squeeze with her thighs, before drifting off.

---

Hours later, with the moon high overhead, Penelope finally came to a stop at Claire's family's beach house.

Emerging from the vehicle and stretching, the girls gathered their luggage out of the trunk as Shelby groaned and hauled her huge stomach out of the passenger's seat, holding it tightly with both arms, belching as she shifted her guest around within. Chelsea seemed to be fast asleep, but...

"Oh, crap."

"What's going on?" Penelope glanced over at Shelby inquisitively.

"Uhhh.. I think Chelsea miiiight have moved into my intestine for the night. My stomach is growling."

Chelsea, oblivious and blissful in her slumber, shifted ever so slightly within the tight passageway of Shelby's small intestine. Shelby winced, resisting to urge to let another puff of air escape, and stroked her stomach as it sat heavily in her arms, before tugging her sweatshirt down to cover as much as she could and helping the others with their luggage. Well, nothing she could really do about it now, and Chelsea probably wouldn't be TOO mad about her extended trip, right?

From outside, the beach house didn't seem impressive in the dark, but once indoors, it still managed to speak to Claire's family's financial situation - definitely comfortable. Claire led them to the bedrooms - five separate rooms with large, comfortable looking beds. Shelby gleefully set her suitcase and backpack down and collapsed onto her back in bed, buried under her own gorged stomach and sprawling out on the comfortable mattress.

"Alright, here's yours..." Claire checked her watch, and whistled. "Oh man... It's pretty late, so we'd better just try to get up early and unpack then."

"That sounds like a plan I can get behind. And Jesus, Claire, this place is amazing," she hiccuped, "It's really cozy. Your parents must be loaded. But it's kind of... really hot in here, do you think..?"

"Oh, right," Claire interrupted, suddenly remembering what she'd forgotten. "Let me go turn on the air conditioning. It's a central unit that should keep everything nice and cool."

Claire left, and a moment later, ice cold air rushed into Shelby's face, cooling her warm skin immediately. She sighed, satisfied, but completely sober. In fact, she'd been straight for the entire ride down.

"That was long enough," she mumbled, digging in her hoodie and withdrawing a joint she'd rolled before the trip. She cracked the window by her bed, and began smoking, large plumes of thick smoke rolling out the window and into the night air every few moments.

---

Lights that had briefly come on throughout the beach house were slowly going off again, until four beds (and one intestine) were occupied.

The air conditioning unit continued to cool Shelby's room, and she continued to lay on her back and stare at the vent in the ceiling. Everything just felt so cool. It was really just ...

Wait.

It was freezing!

Shelby had thought for a moment that her shivering was just her imagination, but her teeth began to chatter, and she was acutely aware of the room's temperature bottoming out. She tucked herself under her blankets, but found no solace there - the air conditioner was turning the house into a freezer!

Shelby dragged herself to her feet, stomach sagging against her bare legs as she wandered out into the hallway in her snug boxers and t-shirt, shivering. She felt her belly make contact with something warm and realized she'd run straight into Claire and Casey!

"Shelby, you look like you're freezing," Casey stammered as she shuddered, herself.

"Y-you guys too... Claire, is that AC turned low?"

"N-no, not at all." Claire was peering into the HVAC control panel on the wall, poking frustratedly at different buttons on the illuminated panel. "It's set to 70 degrees! B-but it feels like it's below freezing in here! It's broken, and I can't even seem to turn it back off!"

"Nobody can sleep except, well, Chelsea," Casey mumbled, "And for some reason, Penelope is still out like a light."

Shelby hiccuped as Claire banged on the panel once or twice and groaned in defeat. Shelby's stomach groaned, empty, as it had been since her guest migrated south. Claire stared at Shelby's midsection for a moment before whispering to Casey as the stoned girl watched in confusion.

"Shelby," Claire finally said, "Casey and I have a proposal."

"Uhm.."

"You see," Casey continued in Claire's stead, "The two of us are absolutely freezing, and as you've demonstrated..."

"...you can swallow someone whole with no problem," Claire finished, gently prodding Shelby's stomach, eliciting a blush from the dazed brunette.

"Uhh.. w-wait, but... Seriously? You want me to, what, eat you?" Shelby blushed brightly at the idea - especially if it was Claire! She hadn't thought of it as a form of intimacy before, but the thought of having Claire all nestled up in her stomach was making Shelby's heart race...

"It's cold," Casey muttered.

"Really cold," Claire agreed.

"And this way, you'll have our body heat in your core to keep you warm," Casey explained, desperately wanting to sell Shelby on this idea so she could get some sleep. "Meanwhile, we'll be staying warm thanks to yours."

Shelby felt her stomach growl again, and looked over the two of them, considering their proposal. She still had to deal with Chelsea... But she'd get Claire nice and close.... But she'd be packed in there with Casey... And if she didn't wake up early enough, she might not get them all back up the way they came, but...

She'd probably wake up on time, right?

"Well," Shelby conceded, "I've got plenty of room..."

---

The sun was bearing down brightly onto the beach, and the sand was covered in sunbathing bodies. Umbrellas lined the shore, and not far from the ocean, Penelope Cook was buying a veggie burger.

Penelope took her purchase and slid her feet back into her flip-flops, returning to the sand to meet her companions.

"Sure you don't want anything?" She inquired with a smile as she arrived at her group's spot. She was met with a pained groaning and a chorus of muffled whines.

Shelby was sprawled out in the sand, swim trunks around her hips and bikini top across her breasts, and a stomach thrice her size resting in the sun beside her. Her stomach, pink from the strain and from the hot sun, shifted and churned as three distinct forms wiggled inside. The expanse of flesh was tremendous, large enough that Penelope could set her plate down on the side of Shelby's stomach and then prop herself against the front of it to sit and enjoy her meal.

"N-no way.. am I being anyone's sleeping bag tonight," Shelby belched, moaning in discomfort as her gut gurgled in agreement. The girls inside were still in constant motion, arguing over whose foot was in whose space and whose face was pressed up against whose butt...

"Well, maybe next time you're stuffed with three of our friends, maybe it would be best if we kept you awake so you don't inadvertently pass them all. How long did you say?"

Shelby winced as she felt a pocket of gas shifting in her lower digestive tract, biting her lip and resiliently holding it in. This was embarrassing enough as it is. She groaned again as her stomach cramped, her arm clutching as far as it could reach along one side.

"Probably a few more - urp - hours..." Shelby winced and pushed against her wriggling stomach, which had already proven to be quite the head-turner at the beach, and really didn't need the added bonus of handprints and footprints along its surface. "Flip me over, I think I'm burning."

Penelope sighed and began to lift Shelby's overstuffed stomach, grunting before rolling it over her body and letting it flump over on the opposite side, the pale flesh covered in grains of warm sand. A groaning, gurgling sound resounded through Shelby's tremendous abdomen. Shelby winced again, feeling for sure that this was the one she would humiliatingly fail to hold back, but then sighed as it passed.

"By the way, Pen - why were you the only one who wasn't up freezing last night?"

Penelope swallowed the last of her veggie burger and patted the expansive side of Shelby's stomach.

"What were you, stoned when I told you?" She paused for a moment to realize how stupid that question was. "I grew up in Maine! I spent most of my childhood in New England winters. I'm basically immune to cold by now. But I know you and the girls are probably more sensitive to cold temperatures..."

"I dig it," Shelby mumbled on the tail end of a hiccup. "Oh, uhh, hey, I can't move very much and I'm getting kind of thirsty.."

Penelope smiled, and offered a cup to Shelby. "Ice water?"

"Yeah!" Shelby exclaimed.

"NO!!" her occupants cried out in unison.