Chapter #9Snacking with Sally by: Unknown Gwen leads you through the mobs of people in the park, quite easily parting the crowds thanks to her massive size. She actually looks like she got bigger; she must have gained at least 2' of height, and, thanks to Jake, hundreds of pounds of weight. Every little yank on your arm practically makes your heart stop, as every moment she holds onto you makes you terrified that you'll be next on her menu. Luckily she doesn't seem to have an appetite for you at the moment, as you arrive at Snack Rock without incident.
"You stay right here, honey," she says, sitting you down at a table, Jake's jizz dripping off her pendulous breasts as she leans down toward you. "I'll go get you some food, and plenty to drink. You might be a little dehydrated." She lumbers off to get in line for food, and you have to wonder how many people will be leaving that line.
You seriously consider running away right now. Your mom is a psycho cannibal, and you're sure she'd swallow you up just as quickly and far easily than she did Jake. You're barely a snack to that gluttonous beast, though; it'd take 10 of you to constitute something substantial for her. You're hoping that means she won't waste her time with you, but you can never be sure.
"Steven, is that you?" asks a familiar voice from behind you, coated in that lovely English accent you know so well. You turn around to find your girlfriend Sally, dressed in a sapphire blue bikini with white trim. It's very fitting on her, showing off her lovely C-cups and hugging her shapely ass. "Fancy running into you here, love!" she gives you a hug and a quick kiss on the lips.
"Sally, what are you doing here?!" you ask in a panic, putting quite a confused look on her face.
"I'm... just here on holiday with my family," she says slowly. "Why, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing, but you've gotta get out of here. Like now."
"What? Why?"
"It's... It's hard to explain, but, my mom..." You want to explain to her the day you've had, but you have no idea what to say without sounding just as insane as the day itself has been.
"Your mum? Oh, there she is in line! I'll pop over and say hi!" Wait a minute, she can recognize that monstrosity?
"No no no no no no no no!" you say, grabbing Sally's arm tightly. "You, uhh, you don't wanna do that. Because she's uhh, she's... sick! Yeah, really sick."
"Sick? What does she have?" Sally asks, a little skeptical.
"It's uhmm, uhhh... cold... flu... virus..." you stumble, not able to come up with a coherent sickness.
"Cold flu...? Besides, if she was sick, why would you bring her to a waterpark?" You really didn't think that excuse through. "Really now, Steven, what is going on?
You look Sally dead in the eyes, holding both of her shoulders. "Sally, I feel like I'm going insane. I woke up this morning and my mom - my whole family, even - was huge! Like big and fat and disgusting! And nobody notices it at all! And now she's even eating people! Please, tell me she's different from when you last saw her."
Sally, noticeably concerned by how you're holding her, takes another look over at your mom, choosing the exact moment to look when your mom has her hand down her nasty asscrack scratching an itch. "Well, I guess she looks a little bigger than last time I saw her," Sally admits. "But for the most part she looks pretty much like she always has. Are you sure it wasn't just a dream you had?"
"Sally, I swear to God I'm not crazy. My family was my size yesterday!" That look on her face seems to tell you you very well might be crazy after all. Even your own girlfriend doesn't believe you. You suddenly realize how tightly you're holding her at this point and immediately let go and apologize. "I'm sorry, I just..."
"It's okay," she says slowly, still looking at you strangely. "I'll go say hi to your mum real quick, okay?" You nod, but you barely even heard what she said. You're still thinking about how nobody in the world sees a problem with what your family has become.
You look up from your moment of contemplation to see Sally approaching your monstrous mother. She looks like a child compared to that 9' tall behemoth. You bite your fingernails through the whole exchange, terrified that poor, ignorant Sally would be gobbled up as well. Sally taps on her chunky thigh to get her attention, and Gwen looks down with a delighted smile. You nearly have a heart attack when Gwen picks her up, but relax a bit when it's only to give her a hug that smothers Sally with her oily cleavage. They chat for a bit as Gwen moves up in line, Sally not seeming at all concerned with Gwen's highly active gut bouncing with the orgy happening inside.
Once Gwen gets to the counter, Sally comes back to you, covered in boob sweat and some of Jake's jizz but not seeming to notice. "She seems fine to me," she says, taking a seat next to you. "She thinks maybe you're a little dehydrated though." Maybe she's right. Maybe you are just dehydrated, and that's why you think three children being swallowed alive and having sex in their devourer's stomach is abnormal. That could very well be normal and you just didn't get the memo.
"Ah, here we are," Gwen announces, returning to the table with two trays overflowing with food. But that's not the only food she bought. Four more employees are standing behind her, each carrying two similarly overflowing trays, and you can see still more being loaded up at the counter! In all Gwen ordered more than thirty trays that take up at least four tables, each of them piled high with greasy burgers and hot dogs and fried chicken and mountains of fries, chili, cheese, or otherwise, and all manner of water park food, as well as at least 10 XXL sodas. As Gwen sits down on the three chairs across from you, she shatters all of them under her massive ass. "Dig in everyone, there's plenty!"
You have no appetite left after the horrors you've witnessed, but you do decide to at least drink a little; you do think you might be dehydrated. You grab the cup closest to you and take a sip, but recoil in disgust when you realize it's not soda in that cup, but dipping sauces: ketchup, mustard, barbecue, and hot sauce all mixed into one nasty mess in the massive drink cup.
"Whoops, that's where the sauces where," says your mom, snatching the cup of sauce from you and dunking her burger into it before stuffing the greasy, saucy mess into her mouth. It's somehow more disgusting to see that beast called your mom eat real food than to watch her eat human beings. Half of her food doesn't even enter her mouth, it just gets lost somewhere in her many chins or her cleavage. You gag when you see her use some of Jake's spunk as dipping sauce for a chicken leg. A thought that makes you even more sick, though, is the though of "what if the kids in her stomach are eating the food she's eating?" You honestly wouldn't put it past Jake; any of these freaks would eat anything that fits in their mouth (so for you mom, that practically means anything at all).
While Gwen licks clean tray number twelve, Sally has be trying her best to daintily eat one of the messy burgers. She's always told you how much her family enforces manners and "lady like behavior" in her life.
"Sally, honey, your parents are nowhere to be seen," says Gwen as she takes a swig of the straight dipping sauces. "It's okay for girls to be a little messy."
"I know, it's just I'm not used to that kind of freedom, you know?" says Sally. "I've lived by the book of a proper lady all my life."
"Well, hey, at least for a few minutes, let loose. Nobody here will judge." Gwen proceeds to shove at least a pound of chili fries in her mouth. Sally smiles and takes a big, messy bite of her burger. "That a girl!" Gwen cheers as Sally starts on the path to becoming a slob like her. She congratulates Sally as she finishes off the greasy patty, oils and sauces all around her mouth and even dripping into her cleavage.
"Ah, I feel so... alive," she says, letting out an unrestrained belch.
"You probably feel pretty messy too. Come here a second," says Gwen. She's on to talk, wearing as much sauce as some girls do makeup. Sally walks around the table to your mom, who lifts her up to her huge face. A huge pink tongue, covered in the remnants of Gwen's meal, slithers out from between her pudgy, sauce coated lips and laps at the mess on Sally's face. Sally giggles with delight while you watch in horror as your mom tastes your girlfriend, slobbering all over her face. She even licks the mess from her cleavage too, causing little moans to escape Sally's mouth.
"Mmm, what flavor sunscreen is that?" Gwen asks as her tongue unabashedly slips beneath Sally's bikini top, stimulating her sensitive nipples. "Flavor" is not the word you usually hear used combined with "sunscreen".
"Mmm, it's cocoa butter," Sally moans. "Do you like it?"
"I love it." You mom lifts Sally up higher, and to your horror, places her feet into her disgusting mouth! She sucks and slurps on them as your girlfriend sinks to the back of her throat.
"M-mom, what are you doing?" you stutter, knowing exactly what she's doing. She doesn't answer (it's rude to talk with your mouth full!), and continues to push Sally deeper and deeper inside of her. You watch can only watch Sally's face contort with pleasure as your mom's massive tongue toys with her pussy, maneuvering up and under her bathing suit to get to the sweet moist mound. Sally's orgasmic writhing only serves to sink her faster. You watch paralyzed as your girlfriend's eyes roll up, and your gluttonous mother swallows her down like the hundreds of pounds of food before.
URRRRRRRP Gwen belches loudly, unleashing a cloud of stink with just a hint of cocoa butter. "Mmm mmm, i just love a bit of European," she says, sitting back and patting her even further enlarged belly.
You don't know how to react anymore. You're both furious and terrified, but before you can run or yell...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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