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Well, you always were one to save the best for last, so it looks like there's one more appetizer left on your menu. Now it's just a matter of finding him.
Which is easier said than done. It's pitch black in the house, and you're carrying an extra 60-some-odd pounds. The frequent lurches from within your gut don't help - Not that they are painful, or even uncomfortable, but if a TV you were carrying tried to jump out of your arms, it would make it rather difficult to keep your balance.
As such, you make a bit more noise than you would have otherwise liked. Some sort of clicking toy is the last straw, and you freeze in your tracks as you see a light come on from under a door on your left. Ignoring your murderous intents for the moment, you feel highly exposed, standing naked in the hall. But whose room is that? You hear some footsteps from within, and in a panic, duck into a door behind you. Cold tile under your feet tells you it must be a bathroom. You ease the door mostly closed, and peek out just in time to see the other door opening.
It's the boy! Your mouth waters as he steps out and looks around. Your mouth waters as he walks out, and looks at the toy you kicked. He's wearing pajama bottoms, but no top. Asserting his independence in the face of a female household, no doubt. Well, at least independence from females won't be a concern of his for much longer.
"Mom? Was that you?" He's being quiet. Hopefully quiet enough not to actually wake the person he was trying to get the attention of.
Unfortunately, his sibling chose that moment to make her final stand against the stark inevitability of her digestion, and her kick managed to slam the door you were peeking out of. Cursing her persistence, your belly lets out a gurgle, and she lets out a muffled scream, then is silent. The damage is done, though.
"Are you in there mom? I'm sorry I didn't put my toys away." You back away from the door, as his voice approaches it. "Are you ok, mommy?" The door starts opening.
Seeing your opportunity, you duck behind it, and make your best effort to squeeze what's left of his sister out of your stomach to make some more room. His feet pad into the room, and you are soon staring down at his back, lit from his room.
"Mommy?" His voice is quavering, almost like he can sense danger, but isn't sure where it's coming from. You gently push the door closed, and you are immersed in darkness with the boy. "Sis? Hey, stop it!"
But this is your darkness. He quickly turns around, and grabs for the handle, but his hand touches your naked hip. He pauses, but you don't. You grab his wrist, and pull him to you. You press him against your bare front, and hold his head against your chest.
He makes a muffled sound as his face is pressed between your breasts, utterly confused. "No, little boy... I'm not your sister. I'm the monster!" With that, you take his head, and raise it towards yours. By the time he realizes what's happening, his face is submerged in your throat, and his screams are muffled to the point that they can't carry outside the room.
Your throat muscles grip him like any other lump of food, and pull him deeper into you. His shoulders pop through your lips, your tongue slathering him with saliva. His taste is unbelievable... Not better than his sister, nor worse, but different in a distinct way. Like the difference between bubble gum and taffy, or steak and lobster. You're so busy trying to place it, that you barely notice his chest and midriff being packed away inside you. Your wakeup comes when you taste the top of his pajama bottoms. Blech! You hurriedly remove them, and his squirming starts in earnest. You figure that he must be meeting his sister about now, and savor the remainder of his fresh young body as his hips, then calves, then finally is succulent feet slide from view.
Your gut bigger than ever, and your body demanding release, you feverishly masturbate without pretense, sliding to the floor, and jerkily dispatching your juices on the floor. You lay back and close your eyes, enjoying the diminishing struggles of your newest appetizer.
But that's right... you still have the main course. You get yourself up off the floor, and quietly slip out of the bathroom, mouth watering with expectation. You briefly lean into the boy's room to shut off the lights, and to plan your next move.
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