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Rated: XGC · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #1903864

Who knows what could happen when an eight year old girl shrinks?

This choice: Your own mother?  •  Go Back...
Chapter #8

Pre-work Snack

    by: tannerlin Author IconMail Icon
Unbeknownst to you, your mom had made a slight detour that morning, she'd skipped breakfast and ended up late for work... And now?

"I'll take that one." she said, licking her lips as you stared up in sheer horror, trying desperately to escape, your form stuck in the tasty treat. "No... No don't pick me! M-mom!"

Your screams falling on deaf ears as the world became muted for you, everything deafening as you focused on the loud growling beneath your mother's work scrubs. You couldn't help but recall what your mother said to you a few days ago...


"But why momma?" You said, sucking on your swatted hand. You'd been trying to get into the cookie jar again, watching your mother sigh.

"If you eat nothing but sweets it will all go to your butt and belly fat forever!" She teased you, poking your flat tummy. "Would you wanna be a cookie trapped on mommy's belly forever munchkin?" She teased, tickling you as you laughed.

You were shook back to reality by the loud crunch in front of you. Sheer white ivory towers dissapearing behind a wet red gate. You went deathly pale as you heard your own mother begin chewing up half your prison.

You were about to suffer the fate of a cookie. Your be trapped on your mom's butt... Forever.

"Mommy..." You watched her swallow the bite, seeing it travel down, to shocked to move or struggle.

Until it was too late.

The first drop of saliva splatting on your head as you noticed your prison entering her red wet mouth.

Where food goes...

"No..." You whimpered as you desperately struggled to no avail, and screamed "No Mommy! MOM I'M RIGHT HERE! PLEASE DON'T--"

You saw the light fade as your last bit of the prison was pushed inside as your mom uttered a nice long...

"MmMmhnn!"

A moan of liking what she ate, you began hyperventilating as her mouth closed... And she began to chew her food.
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