This choice: Save Clarissa, but get eaten yourself! • Go Back...Chapter #5Getting Closer To Mom by: Unknown You think there's still a chance you can save Clarissa, but you have to move fast. You climb up onto the table full of food so you can reach your 8' tall mother's mouth, and begin pulling on the shapely flailing legs sticking out. Your mom's throat muscles are strong, but she seems rather indifferent as to where this meal ends up. You pull as hard as you can, until you finally feel some progress! Slowly but surely, you pull the teen free of your mother's voracious maw. As more of her is freed, you begin holding her from the waist instead of her her legs. All that's left is to extract her head.
You give one final pull, and yank the saliva covered girl free. As you do, however, you didn't realize that your legs have become tangled. As she comes out, she inadvertently trips you, sending you falling head first into your mother's still open mouth! You swear she opened it wider just for you. She closes her lips around your neck, trapping your head inside the moist, smelly cavern.
You feel an absolutely enormous tongue stir beneath you, and the huge wet muscle is quickly exploring your face, examining your flavor. Though you keep your mouth shut, she forces her way in, filling your entire mouth with her tongue, nearly driving it down your throat. You can't deal with this; you try to put your hands on whatever you can to push yourself out, but your mom is not going to let two meals get away from her.
Deciding she'd tasted enough, Gwen's ready to put her food where it belongs: in her huge stomach. You feel her starting to push you toward the back of her throat, and you start flailing about. You can feel who you assume to be Clarissa grabbing your ankles, trying to save you, but it's all in vain; you feel your mother's fat, pudgy hand press up against your crotch, simply as a way to push you in easier, squeezing your dick in the process.
"Mom! Please don't eat me! PLEASE!" You scream at the top of your lungs, but your mother doesn't pay attention to a word. She swallows you up to your waist with ease, pushing you ever closer to ending up in that seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach. Her slimy throat undulates around you, and you can hear her stomach gurgling below, eager to receive its next meal. You honestly can't believe it; your mom is swallowing you whole, as if you were just another piece of meat served to her.
With one final shove and a big "GULP", your feet disappear between Gwen's lips, and you are sent down into the depths of your own mother. You slide down her narrow esophagus, and with a thunderous burp, you're deposited into her massive stomach.
You fall into a pitch black chamber filled with a sea of food that comes up to your waist. It smells horrible in here. All you can hear is the gurgling of your prison and the booming rhythm of your mother's heart. You suddenly remember you have your phone in your pocket, and pull it out to use its flashlight so you can at least see. You almost wish you didn't. Mounds of food, some partly digested, some untouched, fill your mother's stomach. Some of this food clearly wasn't even chewed at all. You spot an entire meatball sub, a little soggy, but completely intact. You're glad you at least ended up like that, and not like some other food in here...
"Ouch!" You feel a bunch of small objects pelting you in the head. You move out of the way to see at least fifty barbecue wings falling down into your prison, with no visible attempts to remove the meat from the bone at all. Even after eating an entire person, your mom is still hungry. If she keeps eating like this, you might not have any room left.
You want out of here, now. You wade through the food over to one of the pulsating stomach walls and start beating on it with your fists, screaming for your mom to let you out. She doesn't hear you. You even try calling her with your phone, but she doesn't answer. It seems hopeless. To the outside world, there's no way of knowing your mom has her oldest son in her stomach.
After two more hours of gorging, seems your mom is finally full. You're buried up to your neck, and strangely you can't feel your shoes anymore. You then feel your whole world shake as your mother gets up to leave. Half digested food sloshes about around you as your family walks out to the car. You decide to try one last time to get her attention.
"MOM!" you yell at the top of your lungs. Suddenly, you feel her stop walking.
"Hmm? Oh, right! I almost forgot about you!" she says, her voice reverberating around you. "You know, you really should start gaining weight; you're tasty, but not very filling."
"Mom, please let me out! I don't wanna be digested!"
"What? Digested? Honey, you know how this works by now. You'll be out in a few hours, just like aways." Just like always? What? "So get comfy, honey!"
You'd yell to her again, but the rancid air in here is getting thin, and you're feeling lightheaded. You slowly drift to sleep, sinking under the rest of your mom's lunch. Whatever happens happens, you think to yourself as you go unconscious.
You wake up sometime later to the feeling of motion, and a smell one hundred times worse than Gwen's stomach. You're also naked; seems your clothes were digested, but miraculously you were not. You're slowly sliding face first though a tight, slimy tube, and your lower body feels trapped in some squishy substance. You wish you didn't know what it was, but it's all too obvious. On the plus side, at least you're on your way out.
You round a corner and enter a wider tube, and at the other end you can see...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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