Plus, the kid WAS kind of annoying...and the last thing Howard needed was *another* annoying crew member. So, he reached down, placing a hand on Mike's head.

"Hey, what are you domMFFFFF!" Mike's query turns into a muffled shriek of terror as Howard shoves the boy's head deeper. Bertha gives a squeal of delight, her inner muscles rippling, tugging the poor boy deeper into her smelly innards. Her fat rumpcheeks close with a lewd *slap* once his face has vanished into her anus, and Howard can see Mike's struggles under her fat flesh. Despite the grossness of the boy's situation, Howard finds watching him slide deeper into the pig's smelly bowels oddly mesmerizing. Soon, he stops moving...suffocated by things Howard doesn't want to think about, perhaps. He'll be coming back out in a few days...in a fashion.

"Er...Alright, Bertha, get...um, ready for your shift. I'll meet you out there" Howard rushes out of the room, and breathes deeply. He wishes the ship had a shower; he smells like Bertha's room. Oh well.

When you get back to the main part of the ship, you find...