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Gwen lets out a titanic belch, creating a nearly tangible cloud of stink hanging over the table, freeing up more room in her seemingly bottomless gut. She continues to devour everything the servers bring to the table, as well as anything your other family members didn't eat, including plates and other inedibles. Her oily stomach continues to expand, and you can faintly see places in the flab where Clarissa is still struggling for survival amidst the downpour of food raining down on her.
With one final room shaking belch, it would seem your mom has eaten everything there is to eat. "I'm sorry, there's n-no more regular food left in the k-kitchen... W-would you like t-to see a d-d-dessert menu though?" a tiny, nervous blond waitress asks, quite worried by the sight of Gwen's enormous gut bulging with the struggles of her coworker.
"Oh, I don't need to see a menu, honey," Gwen says, waving her dirty, pudgy hand dismissively. "Four of everything you have would be lovely." The girl's eyes go wide at this insane request, but she rushes off to put it in, not wanting to wait around to become dessert herself. "I'm so glad we came here. I certainly needed this." She rubs her massively overinflated stomach, smearing food bits all over her pale skin.
"I don't know how you can keep eating, Mommy," June comments, caressing her own bulging belly. "I'm totally-- UUUUURRRRRRRRRPP --stuffed.
"Well, every time I was pregnant with one of you kids, like any other woman it made me much hungrier than normal," Gwen explain as she licks off each of her fingers, "but after you came out I was so used to eating that much all the time my appetite never went down. So you can imagine what having four kids would do in a situation like that. Especially you two, you were always, always hungry. I'd wake up at two A.M. absolutely starving and have to go down to the supermarket to buy maybe $800 worth of groceries just to eat right there!" She laughs and laughs at this as if it's the most normal funny story in the world.
"It was probably because of all those calories you were burning during that time," your dad chimes in. "Being pregnant made you hornier than a rabbit. Remember the one day you got me to call off work just so we could stay in bed and have sex the whole day?" Now this is starting to get uncomfortable.
"Oh, how could I not remember? So many positions, so much cum... We didn't even get up to eat meals, we just ate your jizz and kept going. Thank God for those big old bull balls of yours." Gwen reaches down below the table, assumably to grab her husband's "bull balls" lovingly as they laugh some more, apparently perfectly okay with talking about their raunchy sexcapades in front of their children.
"My boys have never run dry as far as I can remember," Peter reminisces. Even when I was Steven's age, jacking off four or five times a day, it'd always take at least half a paper towel roll to clean up the mess." Your hippo like father turns to you with a smile. "I've been noticing we've been running out of paper towels pretty often lately. Growing up to be a stud like your old man, eh? How much are shooting now? A cup? A quart?"
You have no idea how to respond to your own father asking you how big your ejaculations are. They're a bit above average maybe, but certainly not big enough to constitute using more than one paper towel. "N-no, dad, I, uhh... I'm not using those..." you reply awkwardly.
"Oh no? Someone is. It's not me; just about all my loads go into your mother these days."
"I think that might be me, Daddy..." Jake says a but nervously, expecting to be punished for using them up. To his surprise, and your disgust, Peter praises him, and asks to know more. "My peepee gets really big and hard a lot, and it feels really good to rub it when it's like that. But lots of sticky white stuff comes out and goes everywhere when I do that, so I have to clean it up all the time. You're not mad at me?"
"Of course I'm not mad! I'm so proud to know my son will be a young stud just like me, but even earlier than me! So, how many girls have you f--"
"Food's here!" Gwen interrupts excitedly, her eyes as big as her stomach as the enormous plates of sweets come into view. Entire cakes and pies, gallons of ice cream served in salad bowls, and extra large shakes are placed before Gwen, only to be quickly snatched up by her greedy hands and shoved into her mouth. She shows no better manners with dessert than she did with lunch, chewing with her mouth open and spilling whipped cream and melting ice cream all over herself; at the very least, the sweet food smells a lot better than the junk food from earlier. "Mmm, I really shouldn't be eating this, but I deserve to splurge a little bit now and then, right?" she says while stuffing an entire triple chocolate cake into her mouth like a cupcake. As if she's actually concerned about her weight.
"Of course, honey. It gives you those sexy curves I love so much," your dad assures her. Is being a sphere considered "curvy"? Nevertheless your mom takes it as a compliment and encouragement to keep stuffing her face. She shovels the sweets into her maw by the handful, whether it be a lump of cake or a melting blob of ice cream, mixing it all together between her gnashing teeth and slobbery tongue.
Gwen continues to order more and more food over the next hour, consuming more food than you though was possible for any human, even one her size. While she noisily devours all the food, Peter resumes his conversation with Jake, asking him things like how many girls at school he'd impregnated so far.
"What does that mean?" Jake asks, unsure what the term means. Even if he's well ahead of his age group in physical development, his sex knowledge is still very limited, as it should be for an eight year old. Your dad seems to have a different opinion though.
"It means to put a baby inside someone," your dad explains to his young son. "When your peepee gets hard, you stick it inside a girl's vagina and move it in and out until your white stuff comes out inside her. Once it's inside her, it turns into a baby."
"Ohh. I've never done anything like that before, but sounds like fun! Is that how I was made?"
"That's right, sport. I had lots and lots of sex with your mom and impregnated her with you and your sister."
In your attempt to tune out the disgusting conversation beside you, you look out into the rest of the of the restaurant to find the same petite waitress girl from before waiting for a chance to speak with your family again. You want to apologize to her for having to listen to all the gross sounds your family is making, words or otherwise, but you cant bring yourselves to.
"Uhm, excuse me, ma'am?" she asks meekly, trying to get your mom's attention. The towering behemoth turns toward her with her cheeks bulging with a mouthful of two different flavors of cakes. "I'm s-sorry to tell you, b-but we're out of dessert as well... There's n-nothing left."
Gwen swallows the food in her mouth, a noticeable lump traveling slowly down her gullet, and thinks for a moment. "Could I talk to your manager?" she asks. The waitress rushes off again, and soon returns with a slender, dark haired woman with glasses, the restaurant's manager.
"What seems to be the problem, miss?" the woman asks, the waitress who summoned her half hiding behind her. Gwen beckons her to climb onto the table so that she can speak at face level, and strangely enough she complies. She leans in close, and swear your mom is about to gulp her down just like Clarissa, but Gwen actually wants to whisper something to her. The manager's eyes light up at something your mom says, although even as loud as she usually is you can't hear what they're discussing. When they're done, she gives your mom a wide eyed look for a few more moments before hopping down off the table, taking the small waitress by the wrist and leading her swiftly away.
"Ooh, now this is exciting," Gwen says, licking her lips. "I didn't think she'd even agree to that offer."
"What offer?" you ask, finally finding your voice.
"You'll see..."
It takes quite some time, but eventually the manager returns holding a piece or rope, and what's attached to the rope is shocking: three girls, assumably employees considering one of them is the petite from earlier, completely naked with wrists bound, and quite appealingly drizzled with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Each of them is trembling in fear and red with embarrassment, and your mother is eying them up like pieces of candy.
"Oh my, they look delicious..." Gwen says, drool dripping down her chins. To your horror, your mom grabs one of the candy coated teens by her narrow waist, unties her, and lifts her up to her moist lips. She opens wide, breathing her horrible breath onto the poor girl before stuffing her head first into her mouth, everything above her waist disappearing immediately. She'd been silent up until now, but you can hear her screaming for help from inside the fleshy cavern, her long legs kicking frantically before Gwen sucks her down entirely, dropping her into her stomach with a loud "GULP". The other two morsels stare in horror as their coworker is devoured before their eyes.
"Mmm, worth every penny," she sighs. She reaches for another girl and goes through the same procedure as her, except this time swallowing her down feet first. The poor girl's wild eyes look around the table for anyone willing to help, but they're all enjoying watching Gwen stuff herself, and you're too scared. She too disappears into Gwen's maw, leaving one more girl, the petite waitress.
"No no no!" she cries out in fear, wriggling in the monster's grasp. "I'm sorry there was no food left! It wasn't my fault!" Your mom doesn't listen though, and simply inserts the tiny kicking feet into her mouth. The girl looks right at you, as if she knows you of all people might save her.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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