"Ok, time for yummies", stevie said his mouth contorting your already chewed up body, his wide smiling cheeks full. With a single exaggerated movement he began to pull your body towards the back of his mouth and the ominous darkness of the boys throat. Desperately you try to scream out, hoping that somehow above the wet sound of Stevie's cheeks massing his 'meal' he would remember that you were his auntie and not a meal. If your telepathic calls for help made any impact on the innocently sadistic little boy, the rumbling of his tummy overrode it.
With a wet gulp of finality Stevie swallowed, your crushed, saliva coated form nothing more than a lump sliding down the boys neck. Stevie hugged himself with childish glee as he beamed at the taste and feeling of a mew squishy dropping into his belly. "You were super tasty T'ish, maybe the tastiest ever" he cooed to his now pudgier belly before releasing a satisfied butterscotch burp.
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