“Haa… haa… haa… haa…”
“You’re starting to look real good now.”
【Job Listing】
Short-Term Gig (1 Week)
Payment: $1,000 USD
Transport goods overseas by plane.
No qualifications needed, come as you are!
(We’ll cover travel expenses and passport arrangements.)
This is a popular job—first come, first served!
For someone like me—poor, with no special talents—it looked like salvation.
Shuko, shuko, shuko, shuko…
“Haaah, uuugh, uuuuuh!!”
As the man worked the pump, a balloon began to inflate inside my stomach.
I-it hurts… s-stop… please…!
Pressed by the balloon, my stomach swelled unnaturally.
My organs were crushed from within, my intestines twisting under the pressure.
It hurts.
It’s unbearable.
Someone… help me…
“Hey, bring the stuff.”
“On it.”
A young man brought in a bunch of white packages wrapped in plastic.
Pshhh!!!
The man removed the pump, and a loud hiss escaped the tube.
—shuuuuu…
But he quickly clamped the tube shut with his hand.
My stomach remained swollen.
My body trembled, and sweat dripped from my forehead in heavy drops.
The man picked up one of the white packages.
“Ugh…!? Uuuuugh!!”
Without hesitation, he began pushing the package into the tube.
The tube, made of soft material, swallowed the slightly large package without resistance.
Its end led directly into the balloon inside my stomach.
With a dull thump, the heavy parcel dropped into my stomach one by one.
“Guhh!! Uuuuuuh!!”
Blorp—my belly pushed outward even more.
The ballooned stomach, now filled with hard foreign objects, ached with sharp pain.
I—I can’t take this anymore…!!
But the table still held more than half of the packages.
“Relax your body. Your stomach’ll burst.”
“Hh…!? Ugh…!!”
My instincts screamed not to move recklessly.
Arching my back like a bow and pushing my stomach out, I could breathe a little easier.
“Good. Keep cooperating like that.”
With those words, the man continued feeding the packages into the tube.
My stomach grew a little heavier again.
Slap! Slap!
The man smacked my swollen belly with his open hand.
Stuffed with packages, my stomach barely made a sound.
Schlurpp… schluuurp… pop!
The man pulled the hose out from my mouth.
“Gah—cough!! Haaagh!! I—it hurts…!!”
A lingering foreign sensation deep in my throat.
With my stomach stretched full of packages, I could hardly breathe.
“This balloon creates a shadow on X-rays that looks like a fetus. That’s why it passes security.”
“H-huh…?”
I didn’t understand what he meant.
There were still more white packages on the table.
The young man from earlier was busily stuffing them into a long, thin brown tube.
Schlurp!
The hose slid out from deep in my throat.
“Ugh!?”
Then, without pause, a long tube was inserted into my rear.
As it snaked through the curves of my intestines, it bumped and scraped along the way, forcing more foreign objects inside.
Once everything was in, the man attached a small air canister to the end.
N-no way…!!
Nooo!!
SHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
“Aaaaghhhhhh!?”
The tube expanded inside my intestines.
The internal pressure spiked, and my belly surged outward with a heavy, swelling force.
“Urgh… guh…!!”
I couldn’t breathe.
Something surged up from deep in my throat, but it wouldn’t come out.
The man detached the air canister and picked up the long, thin brown tube.
Schlk… grrk grrk…
“Hii… aaagh, aaghaaa!!”
The brown tube was slowly pushed into the hose.
I tensed my abdomen, trying desperately to resist.
Shlunk!!!
“Gya—! Hicck!!”
The tip of the brown tube slipped easily into my body.
It passed through my rectum and began snaking its way into my colon.
I could feel it slithering inside, the tube’s outline grotesquely writhing beneath the surface of my belly.
Grnk… grnk, grrk…
The brown tube ground its way forward—until it snagged on a bend in my intestine.
The man didn’t hesitate. He shoved it in with brute force.
“Do something—it’s going to rip your colon open!”
“Hii!? Augh… uuuuuh!!”
I clutched my stomach with both hands, twisting my body in desperation.
My belly pushed upward even more.
If I let go now, my body would burst, and everything inside me would come spilling out.
Schlurp—schlurrrp!!
“Ugh!? GAAAAAHHH!!”
“Alright, it’s all in now.”
“H-hah… hhyuh… haaah, haaah…”
M-my insides…
I-it’s going to… burst… t-tear me apart…
“You’ll get used to it. A woman’s body stretches—it’s made to bear children.”
As he said that, the man gently stroked my swollen stomach.
“Put this on.”
It was a loose-fitting pink dress—clearly maternity wear.
“From now on, you’re going to pose as a pregnant woman and board the plane.”
“…W-what…?”
He held out a passport and a plane ticket.
The passport had my photo—but someone else’s name.
“That stuff in you—it’s worth more than your life.”
“………………”
“Your job is to deliver it here.”
He handed me a smartphone.
A map app was open, and a red pin marked the destination.
“It matters. That’s why I’m saying it again.”
Thud!!
“Guhh—ughk!!”
“I don’t care if your belly bursts. You will deliver that cargo.”
