This choice: Miranda Delana, a friend of your mom's. • Go Back...Chapter #7Kids Are So Sweet by: Unknown The tall, dark haired woman who addressed you is Miranda Delana, one of your mom's friends, and one of her most attractive friends too. Although she's your mom's age, in her mid 30's, she barely looks over 25. She has shoulder length brown hair surrounding a flawless tanned face, with deep blue eyes that many men have gotten lost in. She's a rather fit woman, even after having 2 kids; she has a flat, slightly toned stomach which is quite well shown off by her very skimpy blue bikini. Her DD breasts look as likely to bust out of her top as your mom's were, and this lady is normal sized! Her pussy lips would most likely end up being exposed if her bikini bottom were to shift ever so slightly to one side. You'd heard Ms. Delana lived a rather casual lifestyle, but you didn't think she'd bring that to a family amusement park.
"Steven?" she asks again as she gets to see your face. "Funny running into you here, huh? I see you found my kids for me." You turn around and realize that two of the little brats that shoved you up June's ass are actually her kids, Kale and Kylie, twins like Jake and June. They're a year younger than your siblings, and look just like their mom right down to the tan lines. You spit out the wad of shit in your mouth as inconspicuously as you can (but since it just sinks into the pool, it's very obvious) before talking to Miranda. She seems strangely unfazed by you coughing up a turd.
"Hi Ms. Delana," you say. "Yeah, today's just full of surprises, huh?" She doesn't know the half of it.
"I guess so. And there's little June, too!" the mother says, noticing your sister. "Don't you look sexy in that swimsuit." Miranda is the kind of mother to day things like that to kids, but does she really think that about her right now? June smiles and says hi before scampering off to play with other kids.
"So," Miranda turns to you again, "your mom anywhere around? I haven't talked to her in forever." You nod and point her in the right direction.
"Mrs. Gwen is here?" Kylie asks excitedly, hearing your mom brought up.
"Can we go see her too? She's so much fun!" Make joins in.
"Absolutely!" says Miranda. "I'm sure she'll love to see the two of you." The kids cheer and follow their mother to where your own was relaxing. You decide to follow them, as you've had enough of watching your siblings; they can't be left alone for two minutes, and for whatever reason other people don't seem to think what they're doing is a problem. You decide it's not worth the effort, and go to relax.
You return to your massive meat sack of a mother, her sweaty blubber spilling over the edges of the lounge chair. You can still see a limp arm hanging out from under her ass, and you fear the worst until your mom let's out a rancid PPPPPPPBBBBTTTT, momentarily refueling the trapped woman's hopeless desire for freedom as she grasps at the now disgusting air.
"There's my girl!" Miranda says happily as she approached your huge mom.
"Miranda?" your mom says, looking over at her friend. "Oh wow, it's been forever since I've seen you! How have you been?"
"I'm fantastic! How about you? You look fabulous, by the way." How can she say that and mean it?!
The two women chat it up for a while as you decide to kick back and relax. This day was meant to be a vacation; you might as well make it start feeling like one. You sit back in an empty recliner (with a safe amount of fresh air between your and your mom's fart factory) and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Every now and then you pick up on a bit of your mom's conversation.
"So, have those exercises been working out?" Miranda asks. Exercises? The only exercise you can see your mom getting is lifting food to her mouth.
"Oh, they worked wonders. Not on Steven so much, and I had my doubts, but on Jake..."
"He's a fast grower, I've noticed. Some kids are just more responsive to them that way. How... how big has he gotten?"
"14 inches." Your mom sounds quite happy about that. She can't be talking about what you think they're talking about, can they...?
"Ho. Ly. Shit." says Miranda. "I really need to come visit more. They're definitely working on Kale here too. Show Mrs. Gwen how Mommy's special exercises have been going, honey." There's a pause.
"Oh, wow," you hear your mom say. "You're going to make a lot of boys jealous with that. How big is it?"
"8 inches." Kale says proudly. There's no way an 7 year old could have a dick like that. That's what they're talking about, right?"
"He's pretty close to beating his dad," Miranda says. "A few North months of work ours and Mommy's gonna be moaning a new name..." Yup. They're taking about dicks. Why couldn't those workouts have worked for you?
They go on to talk about less interesting stuff for a bit, before Miranda mentions she has to go for a bit.
"I'll be back soon. Could you watch these two while I'm gone? They always behave." Bullshit, those little brats gave you a face full of ass.
"Sure, it's no problem at all," says Gwen. You decide to glance over at where your mom is reclining, but you can't see the kids, just the profile of your mountainous mom.
"Hey, Mrs Gwen," you hear Kale ask from the other side of her huge belly, "can we bounce on your belly like always?"
"Whatever's fun for you, honey," your mom says sweetly. All you can imagine is some sick, disgusting version of Dr. Seuss' "Hop on Pop" book. You see the two kids scale your mom's blubbery summit and get right to bouncing on her like a trampoline. Her fat jiggles and ripples with each impact, some of them having a whoopee cushion effect, forcing small farts out of her.
FRRRPPTTT FFFPPPTTT FRRRRRPPPP PPPPPBBBFFFTTTTT
Even from four chairs down you have to hold your nose. The kids don't seem to mind it at all, as they just keep giggling and bouncing around. Such a bizarre scene.
"Woa--mmff!" You hear just as you're about to return to relaxing. You look over, expecting to see one of the kids having fallen off of your mom, but this isn't the case. This is a much worse situation. Kylie is still on your mom's belly, but all you can see of Kale are is tanned legs sticking out of your mom's mouth. He's kicking about, not entirely frantically, but it must just be from shock.
You immediately get up and rush over. "Mom, what the heck happened?!" you ask, panicked. Your mom, however, calmly holds up a finger to you, like one would do to excuse not speaking with a mouthful. But, instead of pulling Kale out, she swallows him whole. As easily as she had gulped down breakfast this morning, Gwen swallows the boy up, his little feet disappearing between her pudgy lips as she licks them. He's deposited into her gargantuan belly, which obviously has plenty of room for him as it doesn't even distend in the slightest.
"Ahh," your mom sighs contently, "don't worry, honey, just a little accident is all. He just bounced a little off, but I caught him.
"In your mouth?! Mom, you just ate a person!"
"What's the matter?" she asks, giving you a confused look. "This isn't the first time you've seen me eat someone. I've eaten these two plenty of times, right Kylie?"
"Yup!" the little girl says enthusiastically. What the hell is this nightmare world? "Are you still hungry, Mrs Gwen? Do you want to eat me too?"
"Honey, you know I'm always hungry. Come to Auntie Gwen." You can't even bring yourself to move as shock has overtaken you. Kylie climbs across your mom, over her enormous breasts and toward her gaping maw. The young girl willingly sticks her head into your mom's huge mouth, and Gwen does the rest. She grabs Kylie by her tan young ass and pushes her head first down her throat to join her brother in her gut.
As Kylie's painted toenails disappear between Gwen's lips, she gives one final gulp, stomaching her second child of the day. You can hardly believe what you just saw.
"Kids are always so sweet and full of sugar," you mom says happily, patting her belly.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP
An enormous belch exits your mother, practically shaking the ground around her. A frilly pink bikini bottom, which you saw belonged to Kylie, plops on your head.
"Ooops, excuse me," your mother says. She reaches toward you and you flinch, assuming she's going to eat you as well, but she's merely reaching for the bikini bottom on your head. She pops it into her mouth and swallows it up, returning it to its owner.
You can't believe what you just witnessed. Two kids, two human beings, swallowed whole and alive by your beast of a mother. And nobody seems to have noticed and/or cared but you. You want to think your family members are the insane ones, but right about now you feel like the only one that's crazy.
What should you do now? There's a good chance two kids weren't enough to satisfy Gwen's enormous appetite.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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