This choice: When Angela Lets Him Out • Go Back... As she rubbed her large belly, Angela felt at peace. Her little baby was safe and sound where he belonged, inside her stomach. Oh, it had felt a little uncomfortable the first couple times she had swallowed Dean, but now it was the best thing in the world for her. She felt Dean move around inside her stomach. It felt so soothing.
Even though she knew that her stomach was incapable of digesting Dean, it was still so heavy. It felt like she had eaten a large Thanksgiving meal.
"Mommy's going to go to bed now, okay?" said Angela.
"Okay, Mommy. Goodnight."
As Angela settled herself into bed, she felt Dean curl up into the position that was most comfortable for both of them. She began rubbing her belly gently, and kept rubbing until she fell asleep.
She had good dreams like she always did when Dean was in her stomach. She dreamed of finding a new husband, of having more kids, and of voring all of them. She dreamed of the two of them going for a walk in the woods. She dreamed of having Dean inside her when he was well into adulthood. Wait, was that her dream or his? Sometimes, she was certain that the two of them shared a dream when he was inside her stomach. Still, she had a restful sleep.
She woke up the next morning to discover that Dean had not left her stomach in the middle of the night, like he usually did. She felt Dean stir. If he stayed inside her all night, they always seemed to wake up at the same time.
"Morning honey," Angela said softly.
"Morning Mommy," Dean said, stretching.
Angela was surprised to discover that Dean was not leaving her stomach. Normally, if Dean hadn't come out while she was sleeping, he would be coming out once she woke up. Not today, apparently.
"Well, Dean, it looks like you're not leaving my belly yet. So, how about we play, 'see how long we can stay in Mommy'?"
"Sure." Dean replied. "But what about breakfast?"
"I've already figured that out."
Angela got out of bed and tried to steady herself. After she did, she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked Dean.
"How about one of your breakfast burritos?"
"Two breakfast burritos coming up." She began cooking the burritos, humming to herself and rubbing her belly the whole time. She felt Dean rub her belly from the inside, which felt so surprisingly good that she couldn't help getting more than a little wet. She was going to have to wipe that up later. But right now, the burritos were finished. She sat down at the table. She rolled up one of them, folded the ends, and swallowed it whole. That was for Dean. She had to swallow it whole so he could eat. Then Angela rolled up the second burrito, folded the ends and swallowed that one whole as well. That one was hers. She didn't have to swallow that one whole, but she could imagine the disgusting food shower Dean would have if she chewed her food.
She waited for a few minutes for Dean to finish eating. "Okay, Mommy. I'm done eating."
"Good, sweetie. Now, mommy's going to go out for awhile. Would you like me to get some of your toys?"
"Yes, please!"
Angela smiled. Sure, Dean was 10 and was probably too old to play with dolls, but he wouldn't be able to sit still for too long. If he'd had a cell phone, or even if Angela gave him her phone, it would still most likely digest inside her stomach, as would any book. His dolls, however, were made by one of those companies that makes digestion-proof clothes.
Angela walked over to his room. She sorted through his dolls. She picked up three. "Which one do you want?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "Mr. Fuzzy, Wacky or Nerd?"
"All three of them, and Wayne too."
"I will, if I can find him. But first, here comes Mr. Fuzzy!" She swallowed the teddy bear in two gulps. What a weird feeling, nothing like her son. Then she swallowed Wacky and Nerd in one gulp each. She searched through the pile and finally found Wayne. "Watch out!" she said playfully, "Wayne's coming to get you!" Dean screamed as Angela began to swallow the bear. It took her three gulps.
As the bear reached her stomach acid, Dean yelled out, "Oh No! Run!" and began squirming around in such a way that his sheets were going to have to be changed.
Angela half giggled at her son and half moaned from the sexual thrill he was giving her. She walked over to the couch and started masturbating to his movements. His movements were so pleasurable that she came twice before he finally stopped moving.
"That felt good," Angela told her son.
Dean, more aware of what his mother had just been doing than she'd realized, simply said, "You're welcome," in his innocent ten-year old way.
Angela wiped the cum off herself with a towel. She didn't care about the couch. Angela then walked back to her room and grabbed her hat, her shoes, her water bottle strap, her sunglasses and her sunblock. She walked out to the front porch and began applying the sunscreen everywhere. She still wasn't wearing anything but her shoes and socks, even though she was outside.
A few years prior, about the time her husband died, actually, the town she lived in passed a law that effectively made it legal to be nude in public, especially for voring mothers. Since then, almost the whole town went nude during the warm months. The only people Angela really saw wearing clothes were people whose job didn't allow them to be nude, such as cops or chefs.
Once Angela had completely sprayed herself down, she put the sunblock back inside. She put on her hat and sunglasses, and put her water bottle strap over her shoulder. She made sure her shoes were tight enough and started jogging.
Angela jogged down the street humming to herself. Unlike most of the people she passed while jogging, Angela wasn't wearing any headphones. She didn't have any pockets to hold her phone, and she didn't care to buy one.
It was a perfect day for jogging. Half the town seemed to be doing it. Mayor Frank Jordan, inexplicably wearing only a tie, jogged past Angela while she stopped to take a drink. They, as lovers from a long time ago, waved at each other as he went past. Angela took another drink and continued on.
She reviewed her shedule for that day. She was eventually going to jog to the gym. And that evening, she had a date.
Angela passed many women jogging with either a swollen stomach or bloated boobs. Some jogged with their children. Which reminded Angela that Dean had yet to come out since she's swallowed him the night before. She couldn't help but wonder when he'd finally come out.
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