Chapter #5Go Home To Feed Your Sister by: Unknown After a few hours, you arrive home without accident. The lights are off and the clock reads 1:00AM. The only sound in the house is of Tulip snoring. ‘What a slob’ you think to yourself and laugh. You walk into her doorway and see her sleeping, her arm hanging off the bed. ‘She is a good sister’ you think to yourself. Out of all the people in the world, she seems to be the only one who cares about you.
You find yourself making your way to her bed. You use her arm to climb up, and sit on her chest to watch her sleep. Her stomach groans behind you, you turn to look. ‘She must be hungry’, you think to yourself. She is quite slim, mostly because she is so ditsy that she forgets to eat. That thought reminds you of the dinner, and suddenly the room feels just a bit colder.
For whatever reason, you start thinking about the warmth of her stomach. When you two were younger, Tulip used to eat you all the time. She used to love torturing you by swallowing you down and letting her stomach try to digest you. All the while, she would taunt and tease you from the outside. Your body is too tough to digest, but you certainly lost a lot of pairs of clothing over the years. You used to hate being stuck inside the hot, slimy confines of a stomach, but as time went on you got used to it. Anyways, she got older, and you guess the joy wore off because she did it less and less often. The last time she ate you was when she snuck you away with her to college a few years back. You feel very strange as you realize that you kind of miss the whole experience.
Her stomach grumbles again, and suddenly the weirdest thought comes to you. You could feed yourself to your sister, and spend the night inside of her. She’d have something for her stomach to try and digest, and you could lie against the warm, wet walls of flesh, falling asleep to the pulsing rhythm of her heartbeat. It sounds completely crazy, but you can’t shake the thought from your mind. You stare back at her face. Her mouth is hanging open as she snores. You chuckle to yourself, thinking about how convenient it is that her mouth is open like that. It’s almost as if she was saying “get in here!”
After another minute you decide that enough is enough, you’re going to do this. You take off your clothing and throw it off to the side. You climb up to her face and stare down into her mouth. Her uvula dangles in the back above her tongue, vibrating with each snore. ‘Here goes nothing’ you think, and climb in.
You grab her upper teeth and lower yourself down. You get down onto her tongue; the warmth of her tongue on your feet sends tingles up your spine. When you put the rest of your weight on your feet, you slip and fall back towards her throat. Your adrenaline starts rushing and you wonder if this is a good idea or not. As your legs hit the back of her throat, her mouth closes and she swallows you down.
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