Rachel watches her belly contract with the greatest excitement. You're moving through her at a good pace. Soon she feels a telltale pressure in her backside.

"Nichole!" she yells.

"What?"

"Get the camera! I've gotta go!"

Nichole begrudgingly brings a camcorder and tripod.

"Bring the tarp, too. We just cleaned the floor, you know."

"You get it."

"Do you want a mess, Nichole?"

"All right, I'm going already!"

When everything's in place, Rachel pulls her pants down.

"Rachel, I thought you were camera shy." says Nichole.

"Not today," says Rachel, strangely proud of her upcoming bowel movement. "Start recording."

Rachel spins around for the camera, giving a good view of her belly and her backside.

"Now for elimination of subject #5," says Rachel, hearing a soft fart abruptly pass. "He's very eager to come out."

She spreads her cheeks for the camera, revealing her anus tightly holding you in. She relaxes her bowels, letting her anus slowly loosen. A few seconds and several farts later, reddish jelly squeezes out of her bottom and wetly plops on the tarp below.

Rachel peeks between her legs at her creation. "He... doesn't seem to be in one piece."

"Will he go the way of subjects 1 through 4?" shouts Nichole. "Stay tuned!"

Rachel drowns Nichole out with an enormous wet-sounding fart.

"Shush. My butt is narrating right now, Nichole."

Rachel squeezes out more and more jelly, relishing how you stretch out her ass. She's left with a huge, wet pile of red jelly, approximately Troy-sized.

Nichole pans the camera to the pile of whatsit. The two of them wait excitedly for several minutes, but nothing happens.

"We pay our belated respects to subject #5 - " starts Nichole, " - wait - "

The jelly starts to flow, as if on cue, making a roughly human shape. Features begin to emerge from the slime, leaving Nichole and Rachel gaping in awe.

You gaze up dizzily from the tarp at Rachel's bare ass. "What... what just happened?"

Neither Rachel nor Nichole speaks.

"And... what happened to my voice?" you say, puzzled.

Silence. Then,

"Nichole. Mirror." demands Rachel.

Nichole holds a mirror to your face.

"Why do I see your face twice, Nichole?" Then reality hits you like a ton of bricks. "OH SHIT!"

You. Have. Nichole's. Face.

And her slightly pudgy, pale body. And her voice.

"Troy honey, now is a good time to discuss where we got this formula." says Rachel soothingly.

"I DON'T CARE! Where's the antidote?!" you say, sitting up and glancing around wildly.

Nichole glares at you.

"I'm just... I didn't expect this... it's not like there's, um, anything wrong with looking like this..." you say, averting your eyes from Nichole's gaze.

"You know, Rachel, how are we going to prove he's still Troy and not my identical twin?"

"Because we have a video of... *him* coming out of my butt. It won't matter if he's Troy or not, our formula clearly saved SOMEONE."

"A little attention here?" you plead.

Rachel rushes to your side and hugs you very, very tightly.

"You're safe now, Troy. From my belly and everyone else's."

"But what now? What about my life? My job?! My body?! What's happened to me?!" you say, starting to tear up.