Alternative Storage Solutions

Silas shoved a jar of tomato sauce into his mother’s rectum. The young man effortlessly inserted the object into Penelope’s orifice; the first few centimeters presented no problem, until he felt another object blocking the way.

“It’s becoming complicated to put more stuff in your behind, Mom. Do we really need four jars of tomato sauce?” Silas asked.

Leaning forward, Penelope quickly ran her hands over the irregular surface of her bare enormous belly hanging beneath her, attempting to push her fingers into it. In all places, various shapes of hardness beneath her skin prevented her fingers from sinking even a centimeter.

“I’m sure I still have plenty of room and they are on sales Silas! It would be a waste to take only one.” Here fingers finally found a softer area between three angular protrusions. “Just right there already, under my navel, I can push my whole finger. There’s still a lot of empty space between the cans.”

Silas pushed harder on the lid, but the object stubbornly refused to sink further into his mother’s anus.

“There isn’t even room for this one, Mom. I don’t know how we’re going to fit the fruit juice.”

“I got it a already,” Penelope said, glancing at the bulge the two bottles were creating on her abdomen, a little below her left ribs. As she was checking their shopping list on her phone, a young blond woman, clutching an older lady's hand with similar hair, stared at them with wide, curious eyes. The second paid the Martin no attention, meticulously comparing two brands of pasta and. “The tomato sauce is all that we’re missing here. You can do it, sweetie. **** a little more and get that jar in me, Silas!”

“Plastic bags were much more convenient…” the young man grumbled and grabbed firmly a strap holding Mrs. Martin's crotchless jeans. Gripping it tight, he started pressing heavily on the metal lid with his other hand.

“They were right to ban those plastic bags.” Penelope readjusted her stance to avoid being toppled forward by her son. “It was a real ecological disaster for something we quickly found a way to do without and without that, you would never have told me about your idea of using my behind and my vagina for grocery shopping.” She finished the sentence with a small yelp of surprise, as the jar suddenly sank into her rectum, turning into a deep groan, as a good portion of her son’s forearm swept along with it, rearranging the many articles already inside her abdominal cavities.

“Are you okay, Mom?” Silas asked.

“I’m good… I’m really good, dear.” The expression of contentment on her slightly slightly red face reassured her son, but not the eldest of the two blond woman. Here widened eyes darting between Penelope’s protruding abdomen and Silas arm. Mrs Martin winked at her son. “As I was saying, it would have been a real shame to never discover this”.

“For sure! By the way, there should no problem for the three other jars I think,” Silas announced, noting with a touch of pride that his mother’s stomach now seemed to reach her knees in her current position. “I think I’ve even managed to stretch you out a little more!”

A glance was all it took for Penelope to confirm. “You did! Well done, dear. See? That's why I tell you to just ****. You need to trust yourself a little more!” Silas responded with a slightly embarrassed smile, that quickly vanished when he noticed the other woman unsettled expression.

His shoulders hunching slightly, Silas proceed to insert the remaining three jars. The two blonds hurrying away down aisle 7. The oldest of the two gave them a last, almost frightened glance back and almost collided with the cart of an elderly couple advancing into the aisle. The man cast furtive glances in Penelope’s direction who didn't spared a look for them and continued to talk with her son. “It took us two months, but I'm now stretched enough to carry all our groceries".

As she straightened up, a leek slipped out of the large bunch of vegetables protruding from her vulva. It fell to the floor with a damp sound just as the couple ed their level. The old lady quickened her pace, staring straight ahead, followed closely by her husband whose face and head were now scarlet. Silas picked up the leek avoiding to cross their eyes as they walked out of the aisle as quickly as their dignity and their laden carts allowed. The young man's gaze lingered on the shopping bags in which they had carefully arranged their purchases.

“Okay, for the fresh produce, I it we still need to improve our technique,” his mother said, noticing his downcast expression.

Silas frowned. "Eveytime there are people give us a weird looks."

Penelop took took the leek from his hand, a small smile playing on her lips. "There are always people who get upset when you don't do your things thier way." She bent backward, searching for the proper angle to reintroduce the leek into her vagina. "So what ? At the end of the day, it is their problem.”

Silas sighed.“It’s just… At the end they just bought those reusable bags and barely had to change their habits, while after months of training, we're still dropping stuff on the floor."

Penelope squeezed his shoulder. “Listen, it is often easier to do what you told and follow the herd. But by doing so, you also give up on there chance to find what really works for you.” Penelope paused, then, with a firm push, inserted the leek between two carrots and her right labia and let out a satified moan. “And miss out on a lot of fun. I'm proud of you for that solution you found, my dear.”

Silas had a weak smile. Suddenly, a voice cut through the air, "Hi, Penelope!”

"Celine what a surprise! It’s been so long! What own us the pleasure to see you her, and-did you get your breasts done or something?"

Celine Simon and Penelope had been close friends and colleagues at an ing firm for several years. Hearing Celine voice imediatly brough to Silas mind images of evenings spent at her house with her son, Arthur. The image were rather blury but he still recalled sharply how sad he had been when the Simons moved away. One thing he didn’t recalled on the other hand was Celine’s breasts being large enough to fully cover her torso. He was confident he would not have frgotten such a detail.

“They are huge!” Silas let out before even thinking.

“I’m glad you like them,” Céline couldn’t help but smile at Silas’s iring expression. “and to answer your questions Penelop: we moved back in town! and no of course not! If I were to get them redone, it would be to get back those little round apples I used to have, not these big sacks of potatoes! I'd hate to pay for that! She then glanced at Silas again. “Arthur is certainly crazy about them, though!”

“Mom, can you me my Coke?” A young man had just entered the aisle. A wide smile broke across his face whhen he spotted Silas “Oh, hi Silas! What a surprise!” He hurried over, enthusiastically closing the distance between them.

Silas was just as excited “Arthur! You’re back in the area?” Then, barely containing his excitement, he turned and gestured towards his mother with a delighted “Hey, did you see that?”

“Hello Mrs. Martin, “ greeted politely Arthur “That’s an impressive belly! Are you pregnant?”

“Arthur!” Celine chuckled nervously, lightly touching his arm. “That’s…quite the assumption to make.” Her gaze flickered uncomfortably between Arthur’s wide-eyed expression and Penelope’s seemingly amused one.

Penelope laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, Arthur! You’re so sweet to ask! Twelve months along already. “ She gently caressed her distended belly. “ It is starting to get in the way but there isn’t a single day were I’m not glad for Silas for it”. The young man smiled awkardly at his mother questionable joke.

Arthur's face lit up. “Wow, Silas! Congrats!” He turned to his friend, beaming. Celine stared, her smile faltering. She blinked once, then twice, her gaze moving from Arthur’s enthusiastic expression to Penelope’s amusement and then back again.

"What the fuck are you telling me?" she said, her voice a little higher pitched than usual.

“Hey, look at your face! I'm pulling your leg.” But sensing ex-colleague’s unease, Penelope softened her tone. “It’s our groceries, Celine. It's just our groceries in there,” She let out a light chuckle. “We've been…experimenting with alternative storage solutions.

Celine visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across her face. “I knew it!”. Playfully gesturing to her son she added "If your a still looking for you Coke sweetheart, it’s in my left one". With a grin Arthur pulled a half-drunk bottle from her breast.

“We’ve been experimenting too, you see.”

“So cool!” Silas exclaimed, turning to his mother. “Look at that mom! Why didn’t I think of that? We have to try that too!”

“Slow down, dear,” Mrs. Martin said softly, her hands instinctively moving to shield her breasts, her smile tight "I don’t think my nipples can open like that…"

That’s exactly what Mom said when I suggested the idea," Arthur replied. "To be honest, I had a lot of doubt too. But look at all that we can put in there now!” Celine proudly pulled her nipple open, using both hands. Silas peered into the surprisingly large cavity and could distinguish two packets of chips, a bag of apples, and a mesh bag of potatoes nestled within.

“How _did_ you even do that?”

“What was tricky,” Arthur explained, "was finding a lactiferous duct – they’re blocked by keratin outside of the lactation period. The rest is surprisingly simple.”

“So cool!” Silas exclaimed. "Would you be okay with lending us a hand to start stretching Mom's nipples? Well, if you're okay, Mom."

“Dear, it’s really sweet that you’re getting so involved,” her tone clipped. “But you know, with a figure like mine… _really_, I couldn’t possibly pull this off as well as Celine” Penelope stiffen slightly, her smile faltering.

Silas was about to protest, but Celine quickly changed the subject. “I bet that was your idea, Silas, using you mom’s vagina instead of disposable bags! You're so inventive!”

“No, that was Mom’s idea!” Silas objected meekly. “I only had the idea of putting our groceries in her anus. But we quickly realized that, even if we managed to fit a lot of things in, it wouldn’t work for unwrapped produce.”

Penelope's gaze drifted towards Celine, a brief, quiet softening in her eyes before she returned her attention to Silas. “Don’t be so modest. In the end, we store most of our groceries in my behind.”

“Yes, it was you who had the idea of using your mother’s orifices!” Celine exclaimed. “Plus, you must have worked quite a lot to stretch out Penny’s colon to its current size.”

Mrs. Martin proudly placed one hand on Silas’s shoulder and the other on her distended belly. “Oh, he sure did! Not only did he dilate my colon, but he’s also stretched my anus, my vagina, my cervix, and my uterus. Silas literally renovated my little interior! Shall we show them, Silas?”

Arthur’s eyes lit up instantly. “Wow! Yeah, you should! You have to show us!” He nudged his mother. “Seriously, how much did they managed to fit it there? It’s like a natural, organic, internal, sexy shopping cart!”

Silas puffed out his chest slightly. “I know, right? It is pretty impressive. Ok will give you a full tour. Mom if you could spread your cheeks…”

Once the final jars were reinserted with practiced ease, the Martins gathered their bags. As the group moved out of the aisel, Penelope sighed softly, itting that it was the first time they manage to fit a week worth of gorceries in her cavity and that she was starting to feel the wieght of it. Silas, acutely concerned with his mother's comfort, insisted they finalize their purchases quickly and call a taxi. Celine offred to drive them home but Mrs. Martin declined both proposition, taking the walk back as a personal challenge. As the Simon still had a few purchase to do, they split here, but not before Penelop promised her friend to call the moment they were back at home.