Chapter #6Making dinner plans by: Unknown "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" James demanded as he marched towards the chair. Paula sat up with some difficulty, and looked confusedly down at the floor. "James?" she asked, finally seeing his tiny form. "What the hell mom? Why did you just eat a MOUSE?" Paula was surprised and a bit embarassed, but she quickly masked it with anger. "What the hell are YOU doing home? Did I not just tell you that you needed to go help Mary?" James continued towards her, determined to get an answer. "I dont care what you told me, I want to know why you would be so cruel to an animal!" he shouted. Paula stood up angrily out of her chair, her belly hanging over her pants and swaying back and forth with her movements. Paula was standing over James and lifting him into the air before he could take two more steps, and he found himself face to face with his massive, powerful mother. "What I eat is none of your business, son." she explained. James was furious still, "None of my business? It was a poor little mouse! We have a kitchen full of food and you decided to eat a defenseless, innocent animal ALIVE?" Paula was outraged that her son was talking to her this way, and screamed back, "Seriously James? You do realize if I dont take care of these rodents, theyre eventually goin' to carry you off and eat you!" James shook his head, not accepting that as a rationale for this abhorrent behavior. "They dont know any better! You're a civilized human being mom! You dont seem to know any better than they do!"
Paula massaged her temple with her free hand, she couldnt believe this shit, her unnappreciative son was actually trying to tell her what to do, after all the painstaking and maddening routines she had to go through for a son of his size. "I dont know any better huh? Son, if I didnt know any better, then it would be you in my stomach right now and not some little fucking mouse." James stood up on her palm now, yelling back, "You wouldnt dare, dont even joke like that! Besides, I wouldnt be surprised what with how fucking fat you are, you'd probably eat anything you could fit in that bottomless pit you call your stomach!" Paula was hurt by that, and outraged. She couldnt believe her son was talking to her this way, and she had had it. "You know what James? Im sick of this conversation, and Im sick of your disrespectful attitude towards your own mother. You think I wouldnt dare, huh? Then maybe you dont know me as well as you think you do..." James quieted down a bit at this, "Uhh....what?"
Paula carried him into the kitchen. He couldnt see what she was doing with her other hand, he could only hear cabinets slamming and drawers sliding open. James suddenly was dropped into an open tupperware container, he hit the plastic hard and rolled over to see his mother towering over him. She looked down on him over her huge DD sized breasts, and said, "Tell you what honey, we're gonna have us a good ol' fashioned family dinner tonight!" She disappeared for a moment, and James could hear the fridge open. When she reappeared, she had an open bottle of BBQ sauce, and poured it into the container. James screamed as the ice cold, thick sweet sauce poured over him, knocking him off his feet. She continued pouring until his feet could barely touch the bottom of the container. "Mom, what the hell are you doing? Please stop!" Paula grinned cruelly at her little son, her cracked lips glistening with anticipatory spit. "Hush now babe, Im gonna need you to stay in here for a little bit, okay hun? Be a good boy now, and momma will come get you later tonight for our little dinner date! Hee hee!" James shrieked at his unresponsive mother as she closed the lid over his new prison, slid him into the fridge, and closed the door. Everything was black now, and all James could do was wait...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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