So Fred, me and some friends are going to the club tonight and it looks like you're coming whether you like it or not.
You punched the inside of your moms stomach looking for a way to get out maybe you could make her throw up maybe you could annoy the shit out of her maybe you could find an alternative exit, but as you started to put up a fight..
FRED OMG STOP IT THAT TICKLES HAHAHA
your mom fell on her bed and rolled around tossing you all. Over the place
FRED. STOP. IT HAHAHA
you then realized, as your mom calmed down, that you couldn't seem to make her throw up, and kicking her to annoy her definitely wouldn't work, the only other way out was through her ass, if you even wanted to attempt that.
hahaha Fred well I guessed you learned how ticklish I am
Also could you not do that while my friends are here, if you do, young man, you will be stuck in my belly for much longer hehe.
Now I'm going to go get changed and get ready for the club, do makeup and stuff
You. Be a good. Boy in my stomach now
(1 hour later)
OK Fred they should be coming to pick me up any time now
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