The poor woman had little to no time to react as she suddenly found herself dangling in her own daughter's grip. She struggled and struggled as best she could, but in the end all her attempts to break free were futile.
"Dessert!" The girl cheered.
Your face mimicked the girl's mother as both your eyebrows shot into the back of your heads. Did you really just hear this little tike right? Did she really just call her own mother dessert?
"Sweetie no!" The normal size woman pleaded. "I'm your mother, not food!"
Her words seemed to fall on def ears as she was soon face-to-face with the large open cavern that was her daughter's mouth.
You watched in morbid fascination as the girl carelessly toss her own mother into her gaping maw without hesitation. Just like with the rest, you watched as she began to chew and quickly gulped the defenseless woman down.
"AHHH!" The girl smiled. "Dessert!"
You were left stunned at what you just witnessed. Out of everything you envisioned happening when you grew the little two year old, matricide never once crossed your mind.
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