"Hmm..." Cathy mumbled. "What ever shall I change you into, Tom?"
The befuddled look she gave was reassuring. In most cases, your mother was a quick-witted woman. She would waste no time in reforming her target into the most humiliating thing possible. Her hesitation was sign enough that she was actually showing some concern for her only son.
"C'mon, Mom," Claire said, "turn him into a bath loofah or a leg razor. Ya know, something really embarrassing!"
"Hush, dear, you're interruping my thoughts," she replied. "Now where did I leave that gum..."
You observed as her hands began to grope through her pockets in search for a gum package. For as long as you could recall, Cathy had been a gum fiend. There was hardly a moment that she was without something to chew and suck on. More than a few people had met their demise between her pearly whites, disappearing down her throat.
Relief washed over her face as she lifted package of spearmint from her back pocket. Flicking the cover open, disappointment returned to her.
"Shoot, it's empty. Where am I gonna get s-" she cut herself off as her eyes darted back to you.
"It's alright, Mom, I get it," you said. "Just be careful, okay?"
Her smirk was all you got for an answer. A bright, blinding light flooded your sense, forcing you to fall to your knees. You wanted to scream out in pain, but before you could even do so, the sensation vanishes. As your sight returned, you notice that you've been changed immensely. Gone are your human features; you've become a single strip of spearmint gum. You had been transported to her palm as well.
Treating you like a object you are, Cathy wasted no time in tossing your right into her mouth. You landed in the far right side of her maw, resting on her saliva drenched teeth.
"Mmm," her voice echoed, "Just as good as normal."
Eager to get at your juicy flavor, her lower jaw snapped upwards, gnashing you between her two sets of teeth. The pressure, contrary to your expectations, wasn't painful. In fact, it was surprisingly pleasant. Each chew felt like a stroke of your cock and each suck was like a lick. You were still a virgin but you couldn't help and speculate that this wasn't too far off from sex.
A few more hours of this pass as your rectangle form is gradually chewed into a wet, toothmark-ridden ball. All of your flavor has been drained as a result of Cathy's dedication.
You'd made it through the chewing, but as it would turn out...
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