Matt was a very good condom. Drug mules swallowed condoms filled with all sorts of things, and usually passed them intact. Only rarely did one break. He didn't dissolve. He passed out ofthe stomach and into the intestines. Then he felt like he was turned inside out. The darkness of the intestines was replaced by his own bedroom. He had transported back to his desk chair.
Matt couldn't move. His room looked huge. He was still a tied off condom filled with Ben's still warm cum. The computerized screen flashed something about the subject still being in use, and "anomalous" and "attempting to correct."
He could feel reality tugging, twisting and pulling at him. He felt bloated. He wanted to vomit up the gallons of cum that filled him now. He needed to type, but he had no fingers