It's with some surprise that you find yourself once again standing on the computer desk in Michelle's bedroom. Looking at the clock on the wall above it, you can see that three hours have since your mom sucked you up her pussy and into her womb. Now the two of them are stood in front of the desk, like before, a pair of evil giantesses, looking down at you.
"I can't believe you did that," Michelle says with a grin. "I didn't even think it was possible."
"It wouldn't be," your mom replies. "If we were still ordinary humans. But we're not. And it was so much fun."
Michelle giggles. "I might give it a try", she says softly. "If it's that much fun."
"I'll teach you," Your mom says. "It's not easy. And it's hard work. But worth it. First though, I'm hungry...where are those two little pricks I gave you to look after?"
Michelle walks over to her bed and kneels down, she pulls out a shoe box and brings it back to your mom. She then takes off the lid and tips it over. Two shrunken bodies, about four inches tall drop out and land on the desk near to you. You recognise them as two of your friends, Reece and Jamie.
"Are they alive?" Your mom asks as she looks down at the naked, immobile forms lying on the desk.
"Of course they are!" Michelle replies, sounding hurt. "They're just a little..tired. They weren't very co-operative. And I had to use them both at the same time to get any fun out of them."
Your mom prods first Jamie, and then Reese then with her right index finger.
"Ok gentlemen," she says loudly. "On your feet".
Both of them groan as they start to stir, but neither makes any attempt to stand up.
"I SAID ON YOUR FEET YOU LITTLE PRICKS!" she shouts angrily.
Despite both looking half dead, they immediately stand up, looking almost insane with terror.
"The good news is.." your mom says with an evil grin. "Your ordeal is almost over. The bad news is.." she chuckles. "The only way either of you is leaving this room...is in our stomachs. The only question is...which one of you wants to be eaten by me, and which wants to be eaten my Michelle".
Reece and Jamie both fall their to their and start crying.
"Mom, please." You beg. "Let them go, I'll do anything you want. I'll let you do whatever you want with me...but please let them go",
Your mom looks down at you.
"You say that as though it's your choice...slave." She says. "It's not your choice. We'll do whatever we want with you whether you like it or not. Already have. YOU, have no choice. Get that through your skull. You're a slave now boy. Nothing more. You have no life, no family, no freedom, no rights, NO FUCKING CHOICE! Now, keep quiet, or I'll pull their arms and legs off. And YOU will spend the rest of the day as a condom on my husband's cock. Understand?"
You quickly nod your head.
"GOOD!" she spits. She then turns her attention back to Jamie and Reece. "Ok boys," she says softly. "I'll make this easy. In a moment, I'm going to ask you again, who wants to be eaten by me. I want one of you to raise a hand. If you do, I'll allow you a quick and painless death. Otherwise, you'll be eaten feet first. And your last few minutes of life, will be filled with excruciating agony, and horror. And those last minutes will be as I finish digesting you. So, which of you punks would like to be eaten by me?"
For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then slowly, Reece raises his hand, while sobbing uncontrollably.
"Good boy." your mom says with a triumphantly. "I take it you would like Michelle to eat you?" She asks Jamie.
Jamie, also sobbing, nods his head.
"What?" your mom asks, cupping a hand to her ear.
"Y..yes..mistress." Jamie says, his voice trembling.
"Yes mistress what?" Your mom asks.
"I..I..I w...w..would lllike t.t.ttto be e..eaten by MMMichelle."
"Of course you would," your mom says as Michelle laughs. "And if I were you, I think of really grovelling way of begging her to let you die quickly and painlessly, like your friend."
Jamie's widen in horror as he looks up at your mom.
"I only said I'D make it quick and painless." She says with an evil smile. "She never did".
Jamie shrieks with obvious terror, and both your mom and Michelle laugh at him. Your mom reaches down and plucks Reece off the desk. Reece starts screaming hysterically.
"NO..PLEASE." He begs. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE....PLEASE...I'M BEGGING YOU."
"Oh shut up, for Christ's sake," your mom spits with contempt. "Have the grace to die with some fucking dignity, you worthless little shit."
He continues screaming and begging for his life as your mom slides his upper torso, and his arms, which are wrapped around his head, into her mouth. You close your eyes as she bites down, hearing a sickening crunch as her teeth slice through his ribs and spine, and the soft bits in between. You then hear a series of crunches as she chews your friends upper body, followed by a gulp. You then hear more crunching as she devours what's left of him, followed by another gulp. You open your eyes in time to see your mom licking her blood stained lips.
"Not bad!" she says with a grin. "Might be better cooked, but still, quite tasty."
Michelle laughs as she plucks the struggling Jamie of the desk.
"I wouldn't bother trying to beg for a quick death." she says. "I've never really liked you. You're a slimy little creep. You can die screaming."
At that point, Michelle sticks his feet and lowers legs into her mouth and immediately bites down. Jamie's head drops back as he screams in agony.
Your mom simply stands there and watches, looking amused as Michelle slowly eats Jamie alive. Finally, the only thing left is his head. Which to your amazement, is still showing signs of life.
"Surprised?" She asks the severed head. "I'm not letting you die until the very last piece of you has been digested. Which means you've got several hours of suffering in my belly". She then tosses your friends head into her mouth and swallows.
"Bitch!" Your mom says with a grin.
Michelle shrugs her shoulders and smiles. "You eat 'em your way. And I'll eat 'em mine." She replies. "Now I have another hunger that needs feeding. And looks like there's only one volunteer left."
"Yes," your mom says as she looks down at you. "I'm feeling pretty...hungry..too. I guess we're just gonna have to share him."
"You can't be serious!" Michelle with a look that's a mix of shock and amusement.
"Why not?" your mom asks. "We're both girls. It'll be fun. C'mon. I'll do you, and you do me."
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