This choice: I’m going to let nature take its course • Go Back...Chapter #7Digested by: Jaxi   You could only in-vision your mothers motions in the outside world as she continued to gently massage her swollen belly. It certainly didn’t feel like there was any form of urgency anymore and her sensual motions were clearly inspiring some new internal activities. Although the ocean remained fairly calm, the pink walls seemed to be closing in on you with intent, like it had become aware of your resistance and was now moving in for the kill.
Eventually your giant host spoke in a quiet and despondent tone “I’m sorry Lucian, I really am sorry.” This was followed by deafening silence which you eventually had to break. “What do you mean mom? What’s going on? what’s the plan?”
Right on queue a deep glorping sound omitted from somewhere deep within the pool of tummy sludge, sending a couple of large bubbles spewing to the surface. This triggered a moment of clarity and realisation of her impending resolve.
“Oh… oh my god! Mom! No! We have to do something! You have to get me out of here!”
“It’s just not going to work Lucian. I wish things were different but unless you can find that ring of yours I think we both know what’s going to happen.” Her haunting words caused you to scream out in pure terror. You desperately wanted to relaunch your hunt but your body was beyond exhausted and you could no longer feel anything in your hands or feet.
“Mom!! Please!! You can’t leave me in here! Please don’t digest me!” You stutter on your words in disbelief that this is even an option to her.
“I don’t have a choice Lucian! I can’t get you out and I can’t stop my system from doing its job! I’m not really even responsible for whats going on in there.. it’s just what happens to food.” Her voice boomed with an element of frustration but a maintained air of acceptance. You could hear on the outside that the massage had stopped and she was now clearly drumming her fingers across the outside of your tomb.
“But I’m not your food mom!!” You object firmly. Once again the chamber answered for her, this time it was much louder and clearer to respond in disagreement to your statement whilst saluting its job in hand. The whole chamber shuddered violently sending yet another waves of acidic chyme flowing over you. Causing you to cough and splutter. Every part of you now heavily effected by the oceans acidity.
*Grrrrooorrr booorrggggaaa*
“Sadly I think my tummy sees things differently.” she commented through a slight laugh, but dropped back to a more serious tone to continue her rebuttal “I told you I didn’t think this was safe. Surely this must of been a risk you factored in! If your experiment was to jump into a pit of fire, you can’t really be too surprised if you end up getting burnt. Just like if you decide to go for a swim in my breakfast, don’t be surprised if you end up part of it. Especially when it’s already stewing in my belly.” Admittedly her reasoning was fair, you didn’t really think through a fail safe and the excitement of exploring your giant mother had wavered any safety precautions.
“I guess I assumed you’d be able to help if I got into trouble..” You sigh into your disintegrating headset, surely it can’t keep your conversation going much longer. You were undoubtedly in a bad way now. Your energy drained. Your body literally disintegrating. Maybe it would be better if the void just took you away now and you could avoid any more of this horrible and painful reality.
“It’s not like I didn’t try Lucian, I think my tummy just doesn’t want to let you go. It’s not every day I send it something so interesting or charismatic.” She almost sounded joyful now. Her uncharacteristically playful attitude emerging again.
“Are you… enjoying this mom?” You ask awkwardly, already suspecting she was getting something different from this experience now. Something beyond the few extra calories you were about to provide her with.
There was a long pause before “No of course not!” which sounded very dishonest and it was quickly corrected with.. “well… I guess it doesn’t matter now, but from my point of view, feeling you fluttering around inside me has actually been a very pleasant experience. I certainly didn’t want to hurt you Lucian, I only did this because I thought it would help your brilliant science. I’m genuinely sorry about what’s happening to you and I can’t imagine how painful it must be.. but I’m almost excited to see what… What happens next.. when um.. when you move on..”
“Excited!? Mom! I’m going to be turned into your shit!” Anger now building to its highest degree.
“Now now, getting angry isn’t going to help. It’s probably better if you just… relax, besides I don’t think there will much of you coming out the other end. My body is probably going to absorb most of you.”
“Most of me!? What the fuck! I can’t believe we are having this conversation!” You wanted to continue but it was suddenly getting hard to talk. Her stomach was starting to churn again, like it was done with your back-chat now and you needed silencing.
“Well I guess we will just have to wait and see when you get to my intestines Lucian! Although sadly, I don’t think you’ll have much conversation in you by then will you.”
“Mom please.. don’t do this! I’m..” the turbulent pit shuddered once again causing you to momentarily submerge fully into the caustic liquid. A wet sounding grumble omitted to the outside world.
*Bloooorg gloop*
Trina let out a long sigh in response and pressed her hand firmly into her belly causing your prison to distort slightly.
“My goodness Lucian, I can really feel you bubbling away in there, or is that just the rest of my breakfast, guess it’s the same thing now really..”
You didn’t respond as you were starting to fade out. Continuously sinking under each wave and unable to object coherently anymore. You were numb all over and your tiny window of light had finally given up too, throwing you into absolute darkness.
“I’m…. Not… it’s… “ *Glorp*
“Shhh it will all be over soon, probably best to just let mommy do all the work now.”
You can’t help but agree and you finally submerge for the last time. You relax your body and accept your fate as you quickly sink down into the depths of the bubbling swamp.
As you reach the fleshy bottom, you feel something oddly sold on your back. It was your ring! but you didn’t want to acknowledge it now. You were too far gone. You let out one final cry of frustration before everything becomes blissfully peaceful.
*Bluurrrppp*
“Excuse me! My goodness that must have been super loud for you Lucian… “
“Lucian?…”
“Oops…. Oh dear was that?! I think… I recognise the taste.”
Trina stretched out her arms and yawned. She cancelled the ongoing call on her phone and patted the shrinking lump in her core.
“Thank you for the experience lucian.. sorry it had to end this way. I promise to make good use of what you provide me with.”
She was now in full embrace of the warm pleasurable serotonin high her gut was rewarding her with. The familiar drowsy feeling was also telling her to indulge in some rest. She yawned again before decisively heading to the couch to finish off digesting breakfast.
Meanwhile your lifeless body was rhythmically mixing with everything else that had been shoved down her neck that morning. As she peacefully slept, your mothers digestion went about its business as normal. The acids gradually melted away your skin and flesh, easily turning you into a slimy nutritious goop. Even your bones were no match for your mothers powerful stomach. Within an hour you were Indistinguishable from the rest of her breakfast and in a state ready to serve her toned body. her stomach gurgled and groaned victoriously as you truly became fuel and nutrients for the beautiful and mature woman now draped peacefully over the couch.
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