"Hey dude! Wanna give us a hand real quick?"

As Trevor walked from the forest, he came upon five other high school or college age guys lined up on the side of a massive sleeping snorlax. The one that called out to him spoke again. "We're trying to get through the path here, but this fat ass is in the way. Will you help us try to push him over?"

Trevor eyed the snorlax, thinking there'd be no chance for the six of them alone to roll the giant over. Regardless, he walked over to lend a hand. There was no harm in trying, after all (and it also just so happened he had been planning on taking that route as well.)

As he neared the giant, it became obvious to him there'd be no way to squeeze past it into the cave it was sitting in front of. The entire cave mouth was sealed off by the mass of blue/green furred flab. Trevor just shrugged and took a position on the massive cat's left side with the others. "Alright everyone." The guy who must be the leader of the group said. "On the count of three, lift and push with everything you've got! One... Two... Three!"

All six strained under the cat's massive downward force, their arms full of the giant pokemon's left leg. Trevor shouldered the weight and pushed off against the ground with everything he could muster. He wasn't really expecting the little team to actually make a dent in the pokemon's position, but to his surprise it actually started to tilt! They actually had the big cat's thick leg lifted up off the ground, and the whole thing was starting to lean! Trevor instantly got a second wind seeing their early success, and was spurred on by it.

In his enthusiasm to topple the colossus, Trevor inched in closer, putting his body under the mass of the leg. The rest of the guys didn't notice, they stayed upright trying to push the pokemon over, none of them wanting to risk getting under it, even for the better leverage there.

Trevor wedged himself in between the snorlax's leg and the ground, pushing upwards hard with his shoulder. As the giant cat slowly lifted, he inched slowly forward under the massive furred cheek. Standing crouched over and wedged under the titanic weight of the snorlax like this, Trevor was too focused on his goal to realize what he was doing. He was confident they'd be able to roll the pokemon over, it never once crossed his mind that he'd be in danger where he was.

The five guys along Snorlax's leg were struggling. All five were red in the face, their tired arms and legs shaking in their exertion. They could feel they were closer than their last try, but hope was starting to fade. They just couldn't keep up the force forever, their strength was running out.

With the massive furred slab of muscle pressing down on his shoulders and upper back, Trevor straightened out his knees to push up, and once again shift a little more down under the snorlax. Only too late did he realize he ran out of cheek to push up on. He stumbled a bit, not expecting the change in the surface overhead. The rounded cheek sharply sloped upward, into the giant's furred crack. His momentary stumble, combined with the fatigue of the other boys, meant the snorlax was coming down.

Before Trevor could react, the colossal mass all around him dropped, the light dimming as he became suddenly even more surrounded by the sleeping pokemon's thick and wide ass. The pressure pushed down hard over his back, but he could tell it felt different than before, from the fur covered muscle and fat of the cheek. He knew what was right above him, it couldn't be anything else. He could feel the smooth skin contouring around his bent over form, and the wetness of it soaking his shirt and the back of his head. He knew he was holding the snorlax up by his hole, but that was really the last of his worries. He was stuck under the beast, and it just kept dropping!

The boys' grunts drowned out the weak call Trevor could manage. Oblivious to where the newcomer was, the team eased the giant back down slowly, having given up their attempt.

Trevor tried to call out for help, for the others to stop, but the words could barely leave his lips from the strain he was under. With his bent legs shaking, he could only watch on as the giant leg touched down, blocking out almost all his light. Still the downward force increased on him as the full weight settled. Trevor could feel the wet flesh above him giving way under the pressure on it, starting to spread open. He cried out quickly "No! No!" but there was nothing left to stop it. Snorlax slammed back down fully, flat on both his incredibly thick cheeks. In an instant, the pokemon's hole opened up around Trevor's form, and surged down over him, swallowing the boy whole. The slimy ring of muscle powered down all the way to the ground, not even leaving the boy's feet outside of it.

For Trevor, the split second of the giant cat crashing down felt much longer. As the gigantic hole came down over him, it pressed his outstretched arms hard to his sides. At the same time, the slippery ring glided over the back of his head, swallowing in his entire upper body in his bent over position. The slimy inner walls shot past him, all the way down to the ground. The closing hole cinched up quickly around his feet, but in his panic they were drawn up and in into the beast. Trevor immediately stood up straight, the ooze covered walls of hot flesh sliding over his back and back of his head as he did so. He struggled madly, desperate for escape from the place he just couldn't believe he was in.

In the all consuming darkness, he pushed and struggled against the pulsing walls, but got nothing for it. He was held tight all around his body by the strong inner muscles, holding him right in place in their hot and slimy hold so so that he wasn't even really standing on his feet. Every time he pushed the wall outwards, his hands or legs would only slip off the pulsing surface, and it would close back in quickly over him. No matter what he did, there was no way to break the living tunnel's wrap around him.

The boys panted and huffed, leaning against the snorlax's mighty leg. "Should we try again?" One asked.

The leader of the group took one look up at the towering pokemon, who sat as peacefully in his spot as before. "Na, fuck it. There's no way we can get this thing over. There's gotta be some other way around. C'mon, let's go."

The five guys walked away in defeat, none of them noticing their extra helper was missing. Trevor was already gone from their memories, replaced by thoughts of other routes, and the party they were missing in Pewter City.

Trevor's senses were overloaded. The tunnel of flesh and muscle pulsed over his whole body, squeezing and kneading his form in its moist and squishy embrace. And the heat was unbearable. He felt like he was in a sauna, it was so hot and humid. The hot air filled his lungs with every breath, making it hard to even breathe. And that brings us to the smell. The stench of the giant's deep bowel was all-consuming, inescapable, unremitting in its terrible intensity. The stench filled his nose, his mouth, his lungs. He choked and gagged on it, but found no reprieve.

Trevor called out as best he could with his whole body being assaulted the way it was in the tight confines, but no one could hear his weak cry through the thick layer of fat and muscle all around him. He had no way of knowing, but the other boys were walking away from him, entirely forgetting of his existence. He was trapped deep inside the sleeping pokemon, and no one knew he was there.

As time passed, Trevor's struggles became weaker. He was giving up hope of anyone on the outside helping him. With his palms flat against the wet undulating surface in front of him, he hung his head in defeat, his forehead pressing into the wall. That's when he noticed it: he could see. Everything was pitch black before, but now after his eyes had time to adjust and he calmed down his mad flailing, he realized he could see just faintly, from the glowing light given off from his wristwatch. Actually seeing the pulsing red wall surrounding him unnerved him even more than he already was, but strangely, he didn't take the watch off. Anything would be better than complete darkness here.

Snorlax's bowels gurgled and groaned continuously, the sound reverberating and echoing through the giant's massive system. The giant pokemon's gut and bowels created an unending symphony, just for Trevor. The deep gurgles filled his head as the minutes passed, still with no sign of rescue coming. Did they even know he was there, the boy wondered nervously.

As slick ooze dripped down the pulsing walls and over his body, sweat poured down as well. Trevor had been locked away in the sweltering heat of Snorlax's insides for nearly a half hour now, with no water, no fresh air, nothing but the relentless pressure and humid heat. His whole body was soaked to the core in Snorlax's inner juices by now, so he figured his clothes weren't really doing him any good at this point. He was desperate to cool down in any way he could, even if that meant his whole exposed body would be touching up up against the colon walls. It took some struggling against the thick muscles around him, but he managed to strip off his shirt, pants, shoes, even his underwear in the pulsing confines.

The loss of his clothes provided some relief, but only just. But only now that his full bare body was being pulsed over and squeezed on by the warm walls was he starting to have second thoughts about taking them off. It felt so wrong, the bare skin all over his body pressing up against the moving inner muscles, his form slipping around inside the wet undulating passage. But there was nothing he could do about it now, his clothes were down somewhere beneath his feet, out of his reach.

All Trevor could do was wait. No way to move, no way to call for help, there was nothing he could do but wait and hope for some miracle to save him. So he waited, and waited, a long, torturous hour in the suffocating depths of the sleeping snorlax. His body was worked over constantly by the shifting and squeezing muscles, and the deep rumbles and gurgles echoing down through the bowels were ever present as well, leaving the boy not a single moment of stillness or quiet. It was maddening. In the darkness, his fears and anxieties slowly grew back to fever pitch, driving him crazy. Trevor thrashed his body about, the inner tunnel just flexing in his movements and pushing him back. As much as he cried out, he only got reverberated gurgles in reply.

Trevor stopped looking at his watch by now. He didn't want to look at how many hours have passed with him trapped here inside the giant pokemon. As the wet flesh stuck and slid over his back, his arms, legs, stomach, over his whole body endlessly, Trevor leaned his head back and stared into the depths above him. The undulating pulse of the living tunnel was hypnotic, but he couldn't stand looking into it. His mind was playing tricks on him, looking up at the dark squeezing and opening passage it felt like he was being drawn in deeper. He knew he wasn't but the thought of it was horrifying. The only thing worse than being trapped up a snorlax's ass, he figured, would be being trapped even deeper up a snorlax's ass.

Hours (or what felt like them, he had no idea for sure) passed with no sign of rescue or salvation for Trevor. He was getting to be pretty dehydrated now from the oven-like heat inside the big cat. At this point he had all but given up hope, his body hanging limp in the pulsing muscles slippery grip. The slimy flesh clung to his skin all over, leaving no part of him untouched. It was a discomfiting embrace, that gave him no rest from its movements. Trevor could only close his eyes, and let the snorlax's bowels own and control his form. He had nothing left.

How many hours he had spent here, he didn't know, or care to know. The whole time, the rumbling gurgles that were so pervasive remained relatively constant. After a while the sound faded from his thoughts, blocked out as background noise. But it was something a little different sounding of a wet squelch above him that made the boy tilt his head back and look up. Where before there was a pulsing tunnel leading into shear blackness, there was now something there, a terrible brown clog hanging a couple feet over his head. Another shift of the writhing tunnel and wet squelch, and the beach ball sized mass dropped. Instantly, Trevor found energy he didn't know he had, thrusting out his arms and legs in front of him to push himself back into the squishy wall, creating a void in the tunnel for the waste to fall through. The horrible mass plummeted passed him, falling directly in front of his face, and down his body through the gap he made, it not once touching his skin on its descent. The waste splattered on the pile of clothes at the bottom of the shaft, just below his feet. The stench was awesome in its power, making the general stale and humid air he had before look like fresh baked cookies. His eyes immediately filled with tears, and the contents of his stomach surged up his throat, to splash on the constricting wall and join the mass below in a terrible slurry. The acidic tang of heavily digested food filled his mouth and sinuses, but he was somewhat thankful for it, if it meant something was blocking -that- smell.

Quivering a bit from the sudden shock and from losing his lunch, Trevor had a terrifying thought. 'Is there more coming?'

His arms and legs were trembling holding the walls out the way they were. The powerful constricting force wouldn't let him hold out long to let any more fall through, if there was any. He didn't want to look up to see, he really, really didn't want to, but he had to. With stomach acid and snot running down his face, Trevor looked up, and saw what was coming.

A mass many times the size of the first loomed evilly over his head, spanning maybe three feet across. The boy's muscles crumpled, it being obvious there'd be no escaping this by letting it pass in front of him. He only had time to let out a pitiful squeak before the snorlax's bowels opened up, and the couple hundred pounds of digested material fell.

The heavy, semisolid mass powered down right over Trevor, consuming his body instantly, and entirely. The tremendous foul mass hit Trevor with such force, driven by its weight it knocked the sense from the boy, almost like a concussion. What was happening to him came in bits and pieces to his brain, like snapshots. He felt the weight crash over him, he felt the heated sludge power down over his body, slamming his arms to his sides, and he felt it consuming him entirely, slamming to a halt at the bottom of the intestine. He tried flailing, giving it everything he had to escape from the fetid muck, but the weight, size, and pressure were too much for him to even raise his arms. The boy struggled, but could do nothing to stop the horrible material from compacting around him from the inner muscles squeezing. It covered every inch of his body, including his face, and was being mashed and compacted into him. Literally, all he could do was clench his eyes and lips to keep the waste out.

Trevor's breaths became very shallow, they had to be. There was only a small amount of space now in front of his smeared nose and mouth for him to breathe. The ungodly stench assailing his nose made it feel like he was hit in the face with a shovel, making the simple act of breathing terrible for him. As much as he tried holding it back, he couldn't stop himself from heaving again. More of his burning internal acids shot out from his nose and from his pursed tight lips, running down his chin. Trevor did his best to spit it out without opening his mouth, but the heaves continues with every breath he took in. With the shit pressing directly to his lips, his body betrayed him, and forced his mouth open in his uncontrollable retching. The tunnel walls pulsed, jamming the wet and horrible sludge right in. Trevor thrashed and cried, trying to force the dripping waste from his mouth. His movements only served to squish the mass in his mouth, mashing it to all surfaces and sending some down his throat.

Trevor thrashed wildly, Achieving nothing but squishing the mushy substance against his skin all over his body. Every time he created a gap between himself and the digested waste, the squeezing from the bowels would just as quickly close it in. He was too preoccupied with his trauma to realize, but with each passing few seconds, the weight piling down on him grew. The mass around him was compacting tight, with him stuck right in the middle. The solidifying waste was making it harder and harder to keep moving (even with as near-impossible as it was before). Like curing concrete, Trevor's body was seizing up in the compacting muck, freezing him in place in the hot mass. Tears leaked from his clenched eyes into the hard press of the shit, his mouth, nose, and throat packed in solid.

The boy's body spasmed, desperate for air. In it's will to survive, his body forced him to close his jaws, pinching off the moist substance in his mouth. With an excruciating squish, his tongue pushed up, and forced the whole mass into his throat, clearing his mouth and airway of all but the tenacious and horrible smears. All that mattered was he could breathe again. His stomach turned, but his body still forced itself to swallow down the huge clog in his throat.

The snorlax's steaming hot shit was in every crevice, every available surface on Trevor's body. There was nothing left about him that was clean. The damage was total. His whole body shook in his disgust, his fear, and possibly from going into shock as well. He had nothing left, nothing he could do but struggle to keep breathing.

Seconds dragged on, feeling like lifetimes. Trevor's entire world was reduced to just the space dirctly around him, the stink in his lungs, and the wretchedness in his mouth. For excruciating minutes, the boy was locked this way, feeling the most helpless and close to death in his young life.

Subconsciously he could feel the movements around him, of the intestines working the mass, but he was entirely focused on his breath. He didn't notice as his body and the mass it was trapped in tilted around. It wasn't until he felt the sudden jolt, and his whole body very quickly falling down to being horizontal. Trevor landed flat on his back inside the mass, the impact breaking cracks and fissures into the soft material. Instantly, he felt its grip loosen from all over his body. Once again, he flailed and thrashed, this time though his arms and legs pushed aside the heavy sludge. Trevor used the last of his remaining energy to force his body to sit upright. The thick layer over him slid and fell away, giving the boy his first taste of fresh air in who knows how long. The shock of the transition burned his lungs, making him cough and gag violently. But it was over. He was out. Free. As Trevor's lungs adjusted, he swiped the shit from his eyes as best he could, and opened them just enough to see. It was true, he really was free, outside somewhere at the edge of the forest he came from hours ago. Trevor was so overjoyed, so thankful, so drained, and so overwhelmed, he passed out cold, falling back with a wet squish into his bed of snorlax waste.