As Jerry sat on the examining table, he couldn't help but be concerned at the worried look on Dr Quackenstein's face as he scrutinized a stack of lab reports. His previous annual physicals had always shown that he was in absolutely perfect health. However, His last physical had uncovered some anomalies that required additional tests, the results of which his doctor had just gotten back that day. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor put down the stack of papers and walked over to the examining table.

"Jerry, I'm afraid I've got some bad news. Your tests indicate conclusively that you've got Cowabunga Rot, one of the rarest diseases known to mankind. Unfortunately, the disease is 100% fatal. You're in the advanced stages, so, I estimate that you've got two weeks to live if you're lucky. I suggest that you get your affairs in order."

"What???" Jerry exclaimed in total shock, "How can that be? I feel absolutely perfect!!"

"That's what's so insidious about this disease," said the doctor. "It comes out of nowhere, and before you know it, POOF, you're gone. I'm sorry I had to be the one to give you the bad news."

"Geez, what exactly is going to happen to me? How will I know when the end is near?"

"Well, it's pretty nasty. You'll start to rapidly decompose from the outside in. The first thing to go, unfortunately, will be your penis ... it'll just fall off when you least expect it, followed shortly thereafter by everything else. It won't be pleasant. I strongly suggest that you refrain from having sex. If mister winkie should become detached at an inopportune moment, it might be quite traumatic for your lady friend."

"Crap, isn't there anything I can do ... perhaps something experimental? I'll try anything!!!" Jerry said desperately.

The doctor remained silent for several seconds. Then he stood up and began pacing around the room.

"Well, there is one doctor who's been conducting extensive research into this disease, and claims to have cured several people. However, she has difficulty finding volunteers for her research, since the disease is so rare, and the time between diagnosis and death is so short. I could give you her card if you'd like. Her office is right in this town. Be forewarned, her research is highly controversial, and is not approved by the government. I could lose my license by referring you to her, and if anybody asks if I referred you, I'll deny everything. Do you want to give it a shot?"

"Damn straight, I'll try anything!!" Jerry said with a glimmer of hope in his voice. "Give me the card please."

"Here you go. I suggest you contact her today given the fact that you likely have two weeks or less to live. "

The doctor handed Jerry the card, and he took a long look at it:

Dr. Ida Jestem Specialty: Internal Medicine Phone: 555-1212

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" Jerry mumbled incoherently as he grabbed his coat and ran from Dr Quackenstein's office. It took him about 10 minutes to get home. Before he called Dr Jestem, he logged on to the Internet and did some quick research. After satisfying himself that everything his doctor had told him was true, and that Dr Jestem was indeed the world's leading authority on Cowabunga Rot, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number."

"Dr Jestem's office, how may I help you?" the voice on the other end said.

"Hi, my doctor just diagnosed me with Cowabunga Rot and said that Dr Jestem needs volunteers for her research. I'm ready and available right now, and I'm willing to do anything. Do you think she can help me?" Jerry said pleadingly.

"Oh, I'm certain she'd love to let you participate in her research. You do understand that it's highly experimental?"

"Absolutely, and that's not a problem. I don't have many alternatives at this point. I'm willing to do anything and take any risk if it gives me a chance at beating this thing."

"Wonderful!!" the receptionist said. "Please hold for a second while I get Dr Jestem."

After a few seconds, another voice appeared on the line.

"Hello, this is Dr Jestem, and your name is ...."

"Jerry, my name is Jerry, and I want to volunteer for your Cowabunga Rot research."

"Excellent Jerry, can you stop by my office today? We can begin treatment immediately. You realize, of course, that time is of the essence. You could begin experiencing symptoms at any moment."

"Today would be great!!!" Jerry said gleefully. "I can come right over."

"Perfect," said Dr Jestem. "I'll be waiting for you."

Jerry was on cloud nine as he dashed out of his house, hopped into his car, and pealed out of his driveway. At least now he had a chance. About 15 minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of an office building and ran inside. Dr Jestem's office was on the top floor, tucked into a far corner.

As soon as he walked inside, he was greeted by a gorgeous woman in a white lab coat.

"Hello Jerry, I'm Dr Jestem. I'm sorry to hear that you've been diagnosed with Cowabunga Rot, but I'll do my best to help you. Please, come into my office."

Jerry followed the doctor into her office and took a seat.

"OK Jerry, first things first. Are you familiar with my research?"

"No, not at all," Jerry said. "In fact, today's the first I've ever heard of Cowabunga Rot."

"That's not surprising, it's a very rare disease."

"So, tell me about your research. What can you do for me?" Jerry said desperately.

"Well, first some background. Prior to my research, only one person in history had been diagnosed with Cowabunga Rot and survived ... a Mr Fujimoto from Japan. When he was diagnosed, he was so horrified at the prospect of what was going to happen to him that he got in a boat, went several miles out to sea, tied an anchor to his leg, and jumped overboard. On his way to the bottom, he was swallowed alive by a large whale. About a day later, the whale was harpooned by fishermen. When it's belly was cut open, Mr Fujimoto tumbled out. He was still alive, despite having been partially digested by the whale. While he was recuperating in the hospital, he was re-tested for Cowabunga Rot and was found to be disease free. Apparently, being immersed in the whale's digestive juices had leeched the disease from his body. I'm happy to say that Mr Fujimoto is still alive and doing well, and has had no re-occurrence of the disease. Unfortunately, for research purposes, there never seems to be a whale around when you need one. Additionally, finding a cooperative whale that's willing to eat an inflicted person and then disgorge him before he's digested is even more difficult."

"Can't you just cut a whale open and stash it's digestive juices away until they're needed?" Jerry asked.

"Sadly, no. The juices must be fresh and warm to be effective," said Dr Jestem. "However, I've found a way to overcome that problem."

"Please, tell me what it is!!!" Jerry pleaded.

Dr Jestem looked directly at Jerry for several seconds, smiled, and then reached inside her desk, removing a bottle of a shimmering yellow liquid. She placed it on the desk directly in front of Jerry.

"Is that it, is that the cure?"

"Sort of. I like to call it a facilitator drug. It won't cure you directly, but it'll make it possible for you to be cured. Ultimately, you still have to be immersed in fresh, warm digestive juices."

"Uh, I'm getting confused" Jerry said.

"This bottle contains a formulation that will shrink you to a small enough size that you can be swallowed alive by a human. You will then remain in the person's stomach long enough for digestion to begin, but not so long that you die. Then, you'll be regurgitated. If all goes well, you'll suffer no permanent damage and will be disease free. You should regain normal size within a few days of being regurgitated. Since time is of the essence, and if you agree to participate, I'll be the one who swallows you. I suggest that we proceed immediately ... are you ready?" Dr Jestem said excitedly, before quickly curbing her enthusiasm and reverting to a more professional demeanor.

"Uh, have you ever tried this stuff on anybody before?" Jerry said with a skeptical tone.

"Oh yes, and so far it's worked exactly as intended" said Dr Jestem. "None of my former volunteers are worrying about this horrible disease any longer. If it works on you, as I fully expect it will, I intend to make my research public. Shall we proceed?"

Jerry was slightly wary ... the prospect of being swallowed alive didn't exactly enthuse him, but he knew he had no other options.

"OK, let's do it," he said.

"Excellent!!" exclaimed Dr Jestem, "You won't be sorry."

She then poured the contents of the bottle into a glass and set it directly in front of Jerry. He hesitated for just a second, and then grabbed the glass.

"Bottoms up," he exclaimed, as he gulped down every last drop from the glass. "Not bad, tasted kinda like a Pina Colada"

"Good, very good ..." Dr Jestem said, trying to hide the gleeful look on her face. "It will take about six hours for you to shrink sufficiently to slide down my throat. Meanwhile, just relax and let the drug work. You may feel slightly dizzy or euphoric, but it's nothing to worry about. The drug is meant to not only shrink you, but also to relieve any anxiety you might have about the procedure. I'll leave you alone for now, but will check up on you every so often to see how you're doing."

For a few brief seconds, Dr Jestem gazed lustily at Jerry while slowly wetting her lips with her juicy tongue before once again reverting to a more professional demeanor.

"I'll be in the next room. Just call if you need me. Feel free to stretch out on the couch if you'd like ... it's going to be a long night" she said as she turned and slowly walked from the room.

After all he'd been through so far that day, flopping down on the couch sounded mighty good to Jerry. He briefly pondered the meaning of the look on Dr Jestem's face just before she left the room, but dismissed it as simply being excited about proceeding with the experiment. Before long, he was sound asleep and dreaming about what it was going to be like to be swallowed alive by the extremely hot Doctor Ida Jestem. He was unaware of the throbbing hard-on he was sporting as he slept. However, Dr Jestem certainly noticed as she peered into the room.

"Excellent, excellent!!!" she said gleefully, noticing that Jerry had already begun to shrink noticeably. "It's always so much more pleasant when they're aroused by what's about to happen". Within four hours, he was less than a foot tall, at which point the doctor walked over and gently shook Jerry to awaken him.

"Wake up Jerry, it's almost time," she said expectantly, as a brief shiver of expectancy coursed through her body.

Jerry opened his eyes and gasped.

"Don't worry Jerry, you're only about 10" tall right now. Just take a few seconds to acclimate yourself to the different perspective you're experiencing by virtue of being so small ... everything is proceeding just fine. In less than an hour you'll be in my stomach, and on the way to being cured of your horrible affliction."

"How small do I need to be before you can swallow me?" Jerry said, trying to hide the unsightly bulge in his pants as he pondered what it would be like to be inside the doctor's belly. Any anxiety he'd felt earlier was long gne.

"It won't be long now Jerry. It's important that I swallow you before you get too small. The bigger you are, the longer you'll survive in my stomach. Three inches tall will be just about perfect. It'll be a tight fit, but I should be able to get you down my esophagus if I keep swallowing. Would you like to try a little experiment before we do the real thing, just to see how it's going to feel being inside me? I want to make sure you're OK with what's going to happen, and that you're not scared," she said in a sultry voice, sounding less and less like a detached clinician every moment.

"Uh sure, why not? What have you got in mind?" he said.

"First, take off your clothes. Don't be shy, I'm a trained professional," said Dr Jestem.

"OK," said Jerry, eagerly doffing his clothes. "You're the doctor ... what now?"

"Let's wait a few more minutes, until you're 6" tall, Then, we'll see how well you fit. Would you like to see where you'll be going?" she said, breathing in a noticeably heavy way ... almost panting.

"Sure," he said as she sat down right next to him, placing her luscious, pouty lips directly in front of his head.

The room was extremely well lit, and when the doctor suddenly opened wide to give Jerry an unobstructed view of her saliva drenched tongue and glistening pink throat, he couldn't restrain himself from diving headfirst into her mouth as far as he could, and burying his face into her cushy tongue. Dr Jestem giggled, gently grabbed Jerry's legs, and slowly pulled him out of her mouth."

"Very good Jerry!!! My research has shown that the treatment is much more effective if the patient isn't afraid ... obviously, you're not. When the time comes, I'm going to be swallowing you feet first. It might take a while for me to get you all the down, and it should be easier for you to breath that way. However, while we still have time, I think you'd enjoy a taste of what it'd be like to be swallowed head first. How long can you hold your breath?"

"Oh, for about 45 seconds," Jerry said, barely able to get the words out.

"Good. I'm going to put you back in my mouth head first, and slowly try to suck you down my throat. You're small enough now that you should just barely be able to fit into my esophagus. When I squeeze you between my tonsils, be sure to take a deep breath and hold it. Ready?"

Jerry nodded his head. Dr Jestem made sure that her mouth was full of gooey saliva before flinging it open, grasping Jerry by his legs, and slowly gliding his torso along the frictionless expanse of her tongue until he was looking directly down her throat. Dr Jestem then contracted her throat muscles until her tonsils pressed softly against the sides of his head. Jerry quickly took a deep breath. An instant later, she began slowly pushing him deep into her mouth. His face was pressed firmly against the base of her tongue, making it almost impossible to breathe. She continued pushing and gulping until his head and shoulders had squeezed past the tight sphincter at the opening to her esophagus, and he began oozing slowly down her throat. His face was pressed so tightly against the silky smooth wall of her esophagus that breathing was impossible. Just as he began to feel like he might suffocate, she gently pulled him out of her throat, and then out of her mouth all together.

"OK, in about another 10 minutes you'll be small that we can do this for real," she said, gasping for breath. Her face was extremely flushed, and she had a noticeably predatory look about her that briefly gave Jerry shivers. However, he was so out of it at this point, he really didn't care. He didn't know if he was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, or it was just the drug playing with his mind ... at any rate, what did it matter. The 10 minutes seemed to take forever to pass.

"OK, you're about 3 1/2" tall. Lets do this now before you shrink any more. Remember, it's going to take a while to get you all the way down into my stomach because you're still a pretty tight fit for my esophagus. Listen to me carefully, because this is vital information. Once you're inside my stomach, it's very important that you try to bounce around and pound your fists and body against the walls of my stomach for as long as you can. That will stimulate the production of digestive juices, and make your treatment that much more effective. When you're tired, just lie down and immerse yourself in the warm juices. When I think you've been inside me long enough, I'll regurgitate you. Are you Ready?"

"Yup," Jerry said eagerly. As much as he was looking forward to being swallowed alive by the luscious Dr Jestem, he hadn't lost sight of why he was here in the first place. Sliding down the good doctor's throat was just a wonderful bonus. Being cured of his hideous disease would be priceless.

"OK then, this is it. We won't talk again until I bring you back up."

Dr Jestem gently picked Jerry up and placed him feet first, face down onto her tongue. She then tilted her head back until his legs had slid down her throat nearly to the opening of her esophagus, with his face resting in a shallow pool of saliva. Rather than simply moving his head, he succumbed to an overwhelming urge to slake his thirst by taking several gulps of the gooey sweet liquid. Then he pressed his face into her cushy tongue and waited.

Soon, her throat began contracting, sucking his legs into her esophagus and pulling him deeper and deeper into the depths of her mouth. As his head slowly slipped past her tonsils, Dr Jestem closed her mouth, immersing him in darkness. As she continued to slowly, inexorably gulp him down, he could hear her beginning to moan softly, like a woman does when she's enjoying really good sex.

Soon, his head began passing through the sphincter at the opening to her esophagus. Dr Jestem's moaning picked up noticeably at that point, and her breathing was very shallow and fast. He had to hold his breath for a second until his head was fully inside her esophagus ... then he could breath again. The walls of her esophagus were indescribably soft and silky smooth, and hugged him tightly. Every few seconds Dr Jestem swallowed, causing him to slip farther and farther down her throat. Her moaning was becoming intense now, and Jerry was beginning to wonder what was going on. The sounds were almost orgasmic. Perhaps she was just in pain from his slow passage down her throat.

A few minutes later, he could feel his feet pushing through the tight sphincter that was the entrance to her stomach. The doctor's moans were deafening at this point. As his legs, and then his waist passed through the sphincter, he could feel his feet swinging in the open space of her stomach. In a few seconds, he once again had to hold his breath while his head passed through the tight opening. Then, he spurted through and plummeted downward through the darkness, landing with a soft splat on the gelatinous, undulating surface of her stomach. The doctor was almost screaming now.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh, Oh, Yes, Yes, don't stop, don't stop ....." she screamed as Jerry tried his best to stand on the slippery walls of her stomach. He then began pounding on the walls with his fists, and jumping up and down, as the doctor had instructed. Several times he slipped and fell into a gooey pool of slimy liquid, but he managed pulled himself out, each time with increasing difficulty. In the inky darkness, he could hear the doctor's heart beating madly. Eventually, her screaming reached a feverish crescendo and then suddenly stopped. Without warning, Jerry was sent tumbling head over heals into a deep pool of digestive juices as the doctor apparently decided to lie down, totally exhausted from her ordeal.

Jerry positioned himself so that his head was outside the pool of warm juices, but the rest of his body was totally immersed. He hoped that the tingling sensations he was feeling were the feelings of his body healing itself, and not merely feelings associated with being digested. After a while, Jerry began to feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. It seemed like a good time for the doctor to regurgitate him ... surely she hadn't forgotten ... she'd bring him back up any time now ... she was a good doctor ... she was going to save his life and he was going to be eternally grateful. Just before he passed out, he heard a sound ... the doctor was snoring!!! He managed to scream feebly one time before succumbing to the darkness.

Dr Jestem awoke to the sound of soft knocking at her office door. She rubbed her eyes and slowly walked over to see who it was. She opened the door and let Dr Quackenstein in.

"So, Dr Jestem, you certainly appear to be well rested and refreshed. I assume things went well with the patient I referred to you."

"Absolutely, Jerry was remarkable!! I actually feel terribly guilty about deceiving him the way I did. Oh well, a girl's got to get her orgasm's wherever she can find them. I hope he passed out before he realized that I was never going to regurgitate him."

"I believe you have something for me?" said Dr Quackenstein.

"Ah yes, the usual fee," said Dr Jestem as she retrieved an envelope from her desk.

"There's a little something extra in there for putting together those fabulous bogus websites about Cowabunga Rot. Poor Jerry was totally convinced he was doomed without my help. Great job!!!"

"Glad you liked it. When should I send over the next patient?"

"Oh, I should be ready for another one in about two weeks. Jerry was so excellent I don't think my system could tolerate any more orgasms until then. He'll be a tough act to follow."

"Two weeks it is," said Dr Quackenstein, tucking the fat envelope inside his coat pocket. "I can't imagine what it must be like for you, having your entire esophagus and stomach as erogenous zones. Have you ever considered getting some sort of device, perhaps a long slender salami, to pleasure yourself with? It would certainly be less expensive than having me provide you with "research" subjects."

"I've considered that, but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun," said Dr Jestem. Besides, the most satisfying part of my orgasms always come near the end, when my little men are pounding furiously against the walls of my stomach. No salami could possibly provide that sort of pleasure."

"I'm curious, why don't you regurgitate the best ones, like Jerry, so that they can continue to provide you with future orgasms?"

"Oh, I don't think that would work out. I'm sure they'd be pissed that I deceived them about having Cowabunga rot, and they'd be even more pissed when they found out that I can't unshrink them. Besides, I always pass out from the intensity of my orgasms, and never wake up until the poor dears are totally digested. No, I think it's best for everybody that I continue with the present arrangement. As long as you can keep supplying subjects, I'm more than willing to pay for them. It's well worth it."

"That's fine with me," said Dr Quackenstein. "However, If you ever do find a way to regurgitate and unshrink your little men, please let me know. I might be interested in becoming one of your subjects myself one day. I find the idea of slowly stewing in your digestive juices to be strangely erotic."

"You'll definitely be the first one I call if I ever work out all the kinks!!" said Dr Jestem with a sultry expression on her face. "I always suspected you were in this for more than the money."

"Yes indeed sweet lady," said Dr Quackenstein as he opened the door to leave. "Well, I've got to go now. I'll be in touch with you when I've rounded up another subject for your ... experiments."

"Bye, and thank you!!" Dr Jestem said as she closed the door. After a quick bite to eat, she realized that she was still extremely tired, and laid back down on the couch. Soon she was sound asleep once again, contentedly dreaming of tiny men sliding slowly down her warm slippery throat to oblivion in her stomach.