Zoey gasped as he fought a little within her intestines, her toes curling as she groaned a bit louder rubbing her belly. "That's much better," she sighed in content, not at all displeased as he stopped moving. It was time for his breakfast. She pulled herself up from the couch, holding her stomach as she got back onto her feet, walking back towards the kitchen. She leaned over the table and her mouth opened, her internal muscles working as she pushed him up from out of her intestines back into her stomach from her stomach to her throat and soon out of her mouth. She let him fall onto the chair, sighing against her efforts of bring him back up, saddened to feel the comfortable stretch of her insides. "Breakfast time," she murmured, smiling at him. She wandered back to the counter where she finished making the cereal, pouring  milk into it at the end. She brought it over to Strange and set the bowl in front of him, sitting down as she began to eat. Sadly for Strange, even if he was out of her, he couldn't get out of her apartment.<br/><br/>(How do you feel about unbirthing?)