This choice: Spit him out. (just trying to scare you) • Go Back...Chapter #6Time Apart by: Gator   … flung it down sharply, tossing the pulverized boy back to the entrance he had came from. With great force the slimy mass shot out from between her lips and into her cupped hands, slamming against the skin with a wet splat. Delirious, James struggled to regain his bearings as Paula smiled down at him.
“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, James.” She smugly slurred, quite proud of the job her mouth had done. To prevent her son from returning to normal, her hands clamped down tightly on the ball. She felt the expanding putty shiver beneath her fingers as it failed to break free of it’s new cage, and smiled wider.
“Still though, I don’t think I can stand looking at you for a bit. Since you broke my poor heart and all…” Paula mused with a small hiccup. A feeling of dread seeped into James. Before, when his mother didn’t want to see him, she’d shoved him into bottles or cans and leave him in there for a day or two. Sometimes he’d be left for a whole week if she forgot. And she forgot a lot. But sometimes, if she was feeling a little naughty, she’d drop him into the back of her panties and squeeze him between her disgusting cheeks. James had gotten familiar with the putrid smell of her ass and the horrible taste of her sweat many times, yet it was impossible to get used to that repulsive environment. “Lucky for you, your aunt Helen is coming to pick some stuff up. I’m sure she won’t mind you staying with her for a few days.”
The boy’s dread gave way to relief. James didn’t mind aunt Helen at all. In fact, he preferred her far more than Paula. Helen was everything he thought a mother should be; kind, welcoming, loving and homely. Never once had she abused his condition for her amusement, nor treated him as a toy or anything less than a human. The polar opposite of his own mother, James couldn’t help but adore her like she adored him. Additionally, she stayed in much better shape than her sister, with hardly a hint of flab on her belly. “The benefits of farm life”, she told him once. And those benefits, coupled with her hobby of horse riding, had gifted her with plump breasts and a massive budonk that James couldn’t help but get a little flustered by.
Then there was her daughter, Violet. She was a shy girl who was not only the same age and in the same homeroom as James, but also had the same, squishy condition he did. Luckily for her, her parents would never think of abusing her and had done everything they could to help her live with it. He had always been a little jealous of Violet for getting Helen as her mother, but he knew he couldn’t really blame her for the cards they were dealt. Nonetheless, the two of them were good friends, bonded over their relation and powers. She was naturally quite thin except for in the rear, where she was certainly taking after her mother, much to her embarrassment.
The only real problem he could see staying with them was their horses. On their farm, there were a handful of horses the family kept for riding. And, as with Sandy, the beasts had a liking for the taste of squashy people. Violet had spoken countless times of nearly being gobbled up by the things, and had avoided them like the plague when she was younger. But over the years, Helen had diligently trained them to not eat her daughter, and riding them with her mom became one of Violet’s favorite hobbies. He wasn’t sure they’d offer him the same courtesy, though…
As if on queue, the doorbell rang. Paula stood and groggily shambled to the door with the James blob still trapped in her hands. She packed him completely into one hand, leaving him exposed just enough to see the visitor, as she grabbed the handle.
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