You've been so preoccupied with everything that's been going on that you completely spaced and forgot you have school today.
"Man, the world completely changes and they still won't cancel school? What's up with that?" You grumble to yourself as you grab your backpack and head downstairs to get some breakfast before taking off.
You slide down the stair railing and make a quick u-turn and head to the kitchen. You go to the cupboard and take out the Cheerio's and pour yourself a big bowl and drench it in ice-cold milk. Turning around to head to the table though your face turns white as a ghost, standing there with evil grins on their faces are your mom and your little sister Catherine. You stand silent for a moment, looking into their hungry eyes before you finally muster up some words.
"Uhm... uh he-hey guys. How are you doing this morning?" You say weakly.
"We're doing just fine sweetie," your mother says in an almost seductive tone. "We were just getting ready to have breakfast when you showed up."
"Yeah! I'm suuuuuuuper hungry this morning," Catherine says in her upbeat, cheery tone.
"Huh," you say nervously. "We-well d... don't let me hold you up then, I'll just go eat in my room." You tell them as you try saunter past them.
"Not so fast big bro," Catherine says as she steps in front of you blocking the doorway. At the same time you feel your mother's hands lightly grab your shoulders.
"Yeah John John," she says, her voice cold as ice. "Stay a minute, you can help us with breakfast." She licks her lips hungrily.
"Wha-what do you mean?" You ask, sweat dripping down your forehead.
"Oh come on John, you know exactly what we mean," your sister says menacingly. "You're going to go right in here!" Catherine pokes her pudgy tummy a few times. Your mom then spins you around.
"Or maybe you'll be my breakfast honey." She winks at you. "You'll go right in here," your mother opens her mouth widely and points to the back of her throat. "You'll go all the way down here," she continues as she traces her finger down her tight throat. "Then you'll end up right in here. Back in your mommy's belly," she says as she gives her stomach a powerful slap.
"No.... no no no! You... you two can't be serious!" You say as your sister latches onto your legs.
"Oh we're serious John," your sister smiles. "The only thing left is to decide which one of us gets you in our belly."
You struggle and try to break free, but your sister has an iron-like grip on your legs and your mom is practically on top of you at this point, close enough that her dark brown hair is tickling your nose. Is this it for you?
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