*an addition by: Enigma the Fox*
No matter how hard you try, you can't get away. Just as you scream, her mouth shuts around your head, muffling it. Her lips and teeth are around your shoulders, and her tongue is lapping at you...you can feel her saliva spreading over your chin and neck, almost to your collarbones. Struggling for all you're worth, you suddenly feel a tug on your tanktop...the straps snap, and it pulls away, torn clean off. The rest of your clothes follow.
In the damp darkness of your mother's mouth, you feel your face pressed against the top of her throat. You have only seconds before....too late. Impossibly, she swallows. Your head is squeezed into a tight, rippling tube of muscles, then your shoulders. Her teeth glide over your back and chest...she's eating you alive! Her jaws are now pinning your arms, making escape almost impossible. Like some horrid nightmare, your body is licked and tasted, coated in saliva before continuing down her gullet. Her neck bulges tremendously, even with your slender body.
You kick wildly, but it's not helping. Her hands lift you vertically, pointing you straight into her mouth. With gulp after gulp, you slide deeper into her esophagus, your breasts and abdomen now being massaged down after your head. For a moment you grab the corners of her mouth, panting in fear. But her tongue flicks out, pulling them in to ensure your fate. Your fingers wiggle in her cheeks on either side of your well rounded rear...and she swallows them in, nibbling on your thighs.
Your lower legs keep kicking, but now it seems inevitable. You've already started filling her belly, stretching her stomach to immense proportions. Her tongue moves wetly over your knees, adding to your panic. She's treating you like nothing more than food! And worst of all, it's working! Another minute, and her teeth are around your ankles. Most of your body is curled inside her belly, in the pitch darkness. It's soaking wet, some sort of fluid you assume is digestive enzymes churning around you.
Judging by her moans, you must taste very good. She laps up your feet, sucks on your toes...and finally, they too move down her throat as a squirming lump. Lying on her back, you're just a large orb of flesh over her tummy. Her stomach gurgles and groans....you don't have much time. And she's still asleep, licking her lips and letting out a satisfied belch while she starts digesting her breakfast. You...
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