*an addition by: Enigma the Fox*
With a strong shove, she sends you hurtling into the kitchen table. You stumble, catch yourself on it, and turn. Only to be shoved again, this time landing on your back across the table's top. Susan watches on curiously, as your mother literally rips the clothes off your body.
"Why are you doing that?"
"Because, Susan, clothes don't taste very good. I'm surprised you didn't take off Kate's before you ate her."
She nods, and you stifle a sob, screaming and trying to wriggle away, off the table. It doesn't work...she has hold of your ankles, and pulls over a chair, sitting down to lunch...which just happens to be you.
"No! Let me go! You're my mother, why are you doing this?"
Because I have to think about myself and your sister as well. I wish you'd cooperated. But if you'd have your own sister taken away..."
"She ate Kate alive! She murdered my best friend, and you let her!"
She just shrugs, a chilling gesture, but not half as bad as what follows. Lifting your struggling legs by the ankles, she opens her mouth, and you hear a soft crackling noise as her jaws stretch. A truly unreal sight...but then you've seen Susan do the same thing. You let out a full sob of anguish as she wraps her lips around your ankles, just below her hands, your feet entirely inside her mouth. She closes her eyes, licking the soles, before swallowing. Your horror deepens as you're dragged along the table, her neck bulging out with the awkward lump of your feet, her mouth moving up your calves.
"Oh...o-oh my...no...NO!"
She rolls her head side to side a little, obviously experienced at this, working your feet farther down her esophagus. Wet muscles grip and pull you, enveloping your legs inch by inch. Soon she's at your knees, then past them, and you reach down to keep her from going farther. You're not saying anything any more, just crying.
You feel your feet pass through a tight ring of muscle, then a hot liquid sloshing around them. You've obviously reached her stomach. She lets out a low moan of pleasure, and swallows up your thighs in no time. You just can't stop her....she's that strong. Her teeth press in on your butt and crotch some, savoring the more delicious flavor there. Not out of any sexual wishes...simply because you do indeed taste sweeter in that area. Her tongue licks across your tight buttcheeks, before sliding them back into her throat.
You yelp, as she suddenly tips her head back, raising you off the table and into the air. Your hips become a nice lump sliding down her gullet, her teeth scraping lightly over your abdomen and back. Her tongue presses against your spine, licking along its length as she eats up your middle, your navel vanishing under her upper lip.
Your legs are bent inside her now, making an odd-looking swell in her belly, which now sticks out between her shirt and skirt. Groaning in delight over your taste, how full you're making her, she starts to compress your breasts under her upper teeth, eating your chest and the last of your back. With a slurp, your breasts are in, a tight fit inside her hot, wet mouth. It makes her cheeks bulge almost comically. Several gulps later, her lips are around your arms and tilted-back head. Your face is still exposed, and your arms stick out on either side of it, pinned.
You shidder, feeling her lips sliding higher. Then you see them...making things dark as they obstruct your vision. Then her tongue caresses your forehead, plastering your hair against it, and you can only see her palate. Then her uvula. Then nothing.
A minute later her head tips forward again, lips pursed as she sucks in the last of your fingers. Her tongue runs along them before she swallows...and you're gone. Eaten alive, just like your best friend. Your mother's belly is quite large now, hanging off the chair and between her thighs, her shirt torn in a few places from the strain. Licking her lips, she pats the overstuffed tummy, listening contentedly as it starts gurgling. Digesting her meal.
You shove at the slimy walls, and fight all you can. But it's futile. Your air is short, and the liquids soaking your skin sting terribly. You're being digested....absorbed alive. The stomach churns, mashing against your skin. That's the last thing you know, before your struggles cease, and you become nothing more than meat inside her belly.
*BELCH*
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