Abigail’s eyes glimmer with an unreadable mix of excitement and satisfaction as she lifts you higher, her grip firm yet almost affectionate. From your perspective, her towering form is overwhelming, her gaze fixated on you like a predator savoring its catch.
Her breath, warm and slightly sweet, washes over you as her tongue flicks out again, gliding across your body with slow, deliberate strokes. The slick muscle presses firmly against your skin, tasting every inch of you, lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine. You were disgusted by the drool and saliva that was stuck all over you, making you gag, feeling more helpless and hopeless than ever. “Please,” you beg and complain, but he can’t even hear your tiny voice, so overwhelmed by her own pleasure.
She giggles softly, her lips curling in amusement as she watches your tiny form squirm. “Mmm… I knew you’d taste good~,” she purrs, her voice thick with pleasure. You barely manage to hold on as Abigail's powerful breath covers your tiny body, your surroundings becoming blurry, your vision blurry from her tiny body covered in saliva and snot. Abigail had a pleased smile on her face, happiness, longing, and sadness all at once, with the reality of what had happened. She swallows once, letting the deliciousness sink into her stomach, and looks at you with hungry eyes. Her big eyes were shining with joy and happiness, then suddenly her stomach grumbled and a soft burp came out of her mouth and enveloped her tiny body, you could smell the sweet smell of the chocolate she had eaten earlier. She giggled softly and made a slightly embarrassed face, rubbing her belly as she mumbled, "Sorry daddy, it happened so suddenly, hehe~" Then he pulled you closer to his lips again.
Your heart pounds in your chest as she brings you even closer, her lips parting to reveal the dark cavern of her mouth. Her teeth glisten under the dim light, and her tongue curls outward, inviting you in. Her heart felt heavy when she saw your scared and terrified yet hopeless and helpless expression but he pushed it aside, the desire to swallow you was more dominant, she just put on a guilty expression... "Shh... Don't be afraid dad, it's not that bad, I'll take good care of you, just let me taste you... Just let it go... Let me take care of you..." She said between licks.
A final, wet, lingering lick coats your body before she tilts her head back slightly, positioning you just above her waiting maw.
You try to struggle, but it’s useless. She is in complete control. She places a tender and soft kiss on your tiny body with her lips, her lips linger on your tiny body for a few seconds, The gentle and affectionate kiss she gave you and the soft feel of her lips warmed your heart a little and calmed your fear a little... You would do anything to escape, but still, despite the situation you were in, calmness had taken over your body, you were left staring at her smiling beautiful face, her beautiful lips. Your fate was near, there was nothing you could do as the confusion of your emotions crashed into you and the reality of the situation hit you hard in the face. You were squirming around her fingers and hungry mouth, and then she gently captured your head with her lips, sucking you gently, you moaned and writhed as your head was stuck in her mouth.
After sucking the head with pleasure for a few minutes, she pulled your whole body into her mouth like a piece of spaghetti and you entered her mouth completely. Her lips seal shut around you instantly, trapping you in humid darkness. The walls of her mouth press in on all sides, her tongue rolling you across its slick surface with lazy, deliberate movements.
You let out a muffled whimper as she shifts you effortlessly, savoring your taste, humming softly with delight. Each vibration rattles through your tiny body, a reminder of how small and helpless you truly are.
Then it happens.
She tilts her head back again, and suddenly, the floor beneath you disappears.
A powerful contraction pulls you downward.
“S-shlup—”
You gasp as the tight, wet passage of her throat closes around you, squeezing you in rhythmic waves. The slick walls pulsate, guiding you deeper, dragging you helplessly down into the abyss of her body.
You let out a small, involuntary whimper—barely a sound, but she feels it.
A small, pleased sigh escapes her lips. She was enjoying the feeling of you sliding down her throat and into her stomach, it was an indescribable feeling for her.
You continue to slide, the heat around you intensifying. The sounds change—her steady heartbeat growing louder, the deep gurgles of her stomach echoing ahead, waiting.
Then, with a final wet squelch, you drop. Once he reaches her stomach, the reality of the situation sinks in heavily, the darkness of the surroundings, the smell of her stomach, and the loud grunts...
'Shlup.'
You land in the tight, churning space of her belly, surrounded by slick warmth. The walls shift and contract around you, adjusting to their new occupant. The low, hungry growls that once seemed distant now surround you entirely, reverberating through the chamber. The stench is unbearable and you're blinded by the darkness, grumbling to yourself in a desperate search.
From the outside, Abigail lets out a slow, contented sigh, placing a hand over her stomach as she feels your arrival. A soft giggle escapes her, followed by a small, barely restrained burp. "Mmm... It was delicious..." She moaned with pleasure.
"You’re finally part of me now," she murmurs, rubbing her belly gently.
Inside, you press weakly against the soft, living walls around you, your breathing shaky.
"This can’t be real… This can’t be happening…" You were rambling wildly, your mind racing to find a way, a solution, you were out of breath, it was dark and smelly around you, which made everything worse and more hopeless.
And yet, it is.
You struggle and struggle inside her, but there is no way out. You are stuck in her empty stomach, face to face with your inevitable fate, a wave of fear sweeps through your body with the fact that you will soon die. The steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Abigail’s stomach reminds you that this is now your reality—trapped inside the very body of the girl who once called you family. Abigail could feel you stirring and struggling inside her, a pleased smile and a slight look of guilt on her face, as she gently caressed her own belly as if to soothe you, her voice was a soft whisper... "Shh... Let it go... Just relax" You both knew what was going to happen, you could barely hear her voice, you were still scared. The half-digested chocolate pieces she had eaten earlier clung to your skin, their sticky, slimy texture making you shudder with revulsion. The overwhelming scent of melted chocolate mixed with the acidic smell of her stomach churned around you, making your stomach twist in discomfort. You gagged, trying to steady your breathing, but the sensation of the mushy, partially broken-down food against your body was unbearable. Every slight movement caused the warm, pulpy mess to shift, coating you further. Your entire body trembled uncontrollably, a deep sense of nausea washing over you as you struggled to process the surreal and horrifying reality of your situation.
Abigail sighs again, tracing slow circles over her stomach, feeling the warmth radiating from within. It’s strange—thrilling—but somewhere deep inside, an unfamiliar tightness lingers in her chest.
For the first time, she realizes—there’s no going back.
You finally realize that resistance is futile. A hollow emptiness washes over you as you surrender completely, standing motionless like an empty shell. Every struggle, every desperate attempt to change your fate—it was all meaningless. This was your reward for everything you had done for her, for trying to give her the world. In the end, none of it mattered.
You push your thoughts aside one last time, forcing yourself to accept her desires over your own. If this was what she truly wanted, then so be it. At least she would be happy. That fleeting moment, when her eyes sparkled with satisfaction, was the last time you saw her truly content. And so, you resign yourself to your fate—not as food for some stranger, but as a final offering to the one you once called your stepdaughter.
Abigail stirred lazily in her bed, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she burped once more, the taste of chocolate lingering faintly on her tongue. Her hand instinctively rubbed against the subtle curve of her belly, where you now rested deep inside. She had fantasized about this moment for so long, dreamed of the warmth and fullness that now enveloped her. Yet, beneath her satisfaction, a quiet guilt gnawed at her. The reality of what she had done was undeniable. She had indulged in her selfish desire, and now, all that remained was the slow, inevitable process taking place within her. The warmth around you shifted, a tingling sensation spreading through your body as the digestive fluids began to coat you. The air grew heavier, the space tighter. Abigail’s stomach let out a soft gurgle, working tirelessly to break you down.
As she lay there, rubbing her belly absentmindedly, her expression wavered—caught between fulfillment and guilt, between satisfaction and regret.
Maybe everything will end right now. Maybe you will experience an unexpected moment, or something different?
What happens now?
1- She Digests You, and You Become a Part of Her.
2- She Feels Mercy and Spares You.
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