Chewing on the decision.
Tiny Brother VS Big Sister
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
Christine bit her bottom lip as she mulled over the possible choices, turning you slowly between her fingers as she thought. She couldn't believe how chewed up you were, except for that almost impossible to spot faint eye, you looked like any other stick of gum. As she held you for a few minutes, torn in what to do, she realised you still weren't twitching, no signs of reformation in the slightest. After months of constant chewing, it seemed that reforming from this would take a long time. With that in mind, she considered replacing you with another strip of gum and tucking you away in her purse until later. After all, you might not reform for weeks like this. On the other hand though, you might reform faster than she expected and then could tell Mom exactly where you had been and whos fault it was.
"Sorry Bro," She said, placing your little strip of a body back into the device. She swear she could see your eye widen with shock and fear, though that could be her guilt making her imagine things. As she slotted you back into the device that had been your hellish prison when not in your mothers mouth for months, she gave you a nervous smile.
"I will grab you before I go back to college. That way you can reform there and you can't rat me out to Mom about this mix up." Christine explained, which made you boil with anger and go cold with fear. You didn't care about telling mom, you just wanted to get out of this situation, but now your sister was extending the torment needlessly simply to save her own skin. However your view of the world was taken away as she clipped the device shut again and you went back to soaking up the flavour juice with an inaudible whimper.
With that, Christine headed to bed, trying to assure herself that she had made the right decision. As she got to the stairs, she spared one more glance back at the device lying on the table, her brother trapped within and felt another stab of guilt. With a sigh to herself, Christine assured herself this was the best for everyone, a few more weeks wouldn't be a problem if you had spent months like this surely, while also meaning her holiday visit wouldn't be ruined with her mother being mad at her for the prank gone wrong.
When Christine awoke in the morning, your Mom was already off to work. As she stumbled down the stairs sleepily, she saw that the device was no longer on the table. As usual it was now inside your mothers purse while she chewed away cheerfully on her flavourful stick of gum. With no other options, your sister simply relaxed about the house, trying to keep her mind off of what she had accidentally put you through. After a couple of hours she had put you from her mind and could relax properly.
You on the other hand were having a less relaxing day. You actually struggled to recall a time you didn't spend your days being chewed to a pulp inside your mother's mouth as you caught flashes of the outside world when she briefly opened her mouth. It had become a horrific daily schedule for you. Be taken out of your prison, popped into her wet, warm mouth, chewed until lunch, popped back into your prison, soaked in new juice, soak through lunch, return to the mouth, remain until dinner, soak in juice until morning and repeat. Your mother had gotten so used to chewing on you, she felt like something was missing if she wasn't chewing on gum most of the day.
However, the routine changed with Christine home. Now your mother seemed to adjust her behaviour. As the day had gone on and her thoughts had drifted back to her brother being constantly chewed on by their mother, Christine had decided she needed to get him free, but without revealing anything to her mom so she could still try to avoid punishment. Unfortunatly, your mother actually kept you in her mouth, chewing away. As always she popped you out her mouth and into her amazing device while she ate dinner with Christine, but kept the device on the table next to her. This of course meant Christine couldn't swipe it without her mom seeing, so she waited. To your surprise, your mother popped you back into her mouth after dinner. She enjoyed chewing while she chatted, so now your sister was home and she had someone to talk to in the evening, it seemed she would be chewing on you more.
Christine kept trying to wait for an opening all evening while she spent time with her Mom, but it never came up. Worse of all, unlike the night before, when your Mom tucked you away in the device for the evening, she actually took the device up to her room, which meant Christine still couldn't swipe you. She cursed herself for not taking the opportunity to rescue you the night before and felt a growing stab of guilt building in her gut.
This new routine persisted over the next few days as your mother finished off the last few days of work and spent her evenings catching up with your sister. Christine's gut was swirling with guilt by now, having first hand witnessed the huge bubbles your mother loved to blow with you before watching you pop and be sucked back into your mothers mouth to be chewed on once again. She really wanted to get you out of there and was feeling terrible for seeing first hand what you had been put through, apparently non stop for the past six months.
Finally your mother was finished with her work and her holiday began, so she suggested that they go out for a nice meal that evening. Both herself and Christine dressed up nice and headed out to an expensive resterant for their meal. You didn't really have any way of paying attention to the world, outside of hearing the booming sounds of your mothers voice rush past you between chews.
Christine kept staring at her mothers mouth, hearing the chewing of her poor brother within as their mother chatted away, unaware of the torment she was putting her son through. As they sat and ordered their food, Christine glanced at the small little clutch purse her mother had brought with her. She realised that her mother had that dangling on the back of the chair behind her by its strap. She also realised that she was unlikely to leave the device out on the table in this fancy resterant while they ate, she might finally have her opening to rescue you. Hope swelled within her as their food arrived at the table, brought by a cute waitress who was all smiles to her customers.
"Hey Mom," Christine said, trying to keep her tone casual. "Don't think you want your gum getting mixed in with the flavour of your meal!" She said, gesturing to the tasty looking and delicious smelling food in front of them both. Her mother looked down at the plate and smiled, reaching behind her for the clutch and opening it. Christine's heart leapt as she waited, before hearing her mother curse softly.
"Shoot," Your Mom said to herself as she looked through her small clutch purse. "It seem's I forgot to bring it. Oh well, there is always more gum." She said with a shrug, clipping her clutch closed and gulped. Christine's eyes went wide and she froze, staring shocked at her mother. Her mouth slowly opened in shock as she let out a horrified gasp.
"What?" Your mother asked, looking at the shock on her daughter's face. "Oh, relax Christine, it's a myth that gum takes seven years for your body to digest. It will just sit in my stomach until enough food sticks to it to pull it through with the rest. I have more gum at home." She said with a roll of her eyes, chuckling at her daughters horrified look.
Christine couldn't believe it. Her mother had just swallowed you. Actually swallowed you! After months of chewing, she hadn't thought it could have been worse for you, but now you were actually inside your mother with no way for her to get you out. Her mind was racing, trying to think of some way to get you out. If she came clean, your Mother could try to throw up in the bathroom, but that would be unpleasant for all involved and she would be in hot water for having knowingly let her mother continue to chew on you and swallow you.
As Christine tried to think it through, putting on a smile and eating her food slowly, having her appitite somewhat ruined with the thought of where you were, you were more paniced than ever before. You slowly slid down your mother's slick throat, her muscles subconciously moving you down the passageway until you dropped into the stomach. With a gurgling hiss, you hit the stomach acid, the world totally black in the darkness of the inner body. Where the acid hit, it felt like burning your skin on a hot stove, except all over as you rolled and sloshed about in the acid, unable to control your own body and simply moving with your mothers motions. Silently you screamed in terror, but noticed you weren't dissolving. Your body was naturally resilient and seemed to be able to handle the stomach acid with discomfort but not danger. However, it was likely going to make reformation impossible as your body was likely healing the damage from the acid rather than reforming from the chewing, so you would be remaining a glov in your mothers stomach.
A few moments later more objects hit the acid, causing sprays as bits of food decended on you from the darkness of the thoat. It was like being trapped in an acidic meteor storm, while on the outside, your mother casually chatted to a nervous Christine about what they could do over the holidays, occasionally swallowing delicious bites of food and a few sips of wine.
Christine's mind was a mess, she knew she needed to come to a decision and fast. Would she wait and hope you came through the body, somehow rescue you later, or would she come clean and get her mother to throw up. Or was there some way to make her throw up but stay innocent of what she has done. As the minutes ticked by, she tried to come to a decision that would work out for the best...
"Sorry Bro," She said, placing your little strip of a body back into the device. She swear she could see your eye widen with shock and fear, though that could be her guilt making her imagine things. As she slotted you back into the device that had been your hellish prison when not in your mothers mouth for months, she gave you a nervous smile.
"I will grab you before I go back to college. That way you can reform there and you can't rat me out to Mom about this mix up." Christine explained, which made you boil with anger and go cold with fear. You didn't care about telling mom, you just wanted to get out of this situation, but now your sister was extending the torment needlessly simply to save her own skin. However your view of the world was taken away as she clipped the device shut again and you went back to soaking up the flavour juice with an inaudible whimper.
With that, Christine headed to bed, trying to assure herself that she had made the right decision. As she got to the stairs, she spared one more glance back at the device lying on the table, her brother trapped within and felt another stab of guilt. With a sigh to herself, Christine assured herself this was the best for everyone, a few more weeks wouldn't be a problem if you had spent months like this surely, while also meaning her holiday visit wouldn't be ruined with her mother being mad at her for the prank gone wrong.
When Christine awoke in the morning, your Mom was already off to work. As she stumbled down the stairs sleepily, she saw that the device was no longer on the table. As usual it was now inside your mothers purse while she chewed away cheerfully on her flavourful stick of gum. With no other options, your sister simply relaxed about the house, trying to keep her mind off of what she had accidentally put you through. After a couple of hours she had put you from her mind and could relax properly.
You on the other hand were having a less relaxing day. You actually struggled to recall a time you didn't spend your days being chewed to a pulp inside your mother's mouth as you caught flashes of the outside world when she briefly opened her mouth. It had become a horrific daily schedule for you. Be taken out of your prison, popped into her wet, warm mouth, chewed until lunch, popped back into your prison, soaked in new juice, soak through lunch, return to the mouth, remain until dinner, soak in juice until morning and repeat. Your mother had gotten so used to chewing on you, she felt like something was missing if she wasn't chewing on gum most of the day.
However, the routine changed with Christine home. Now your mother seemed to adjust her behaviour. As the day had gone on and her thoughts had drifted back to her brother being constantly chewed on by their mother, Christine had decided she needed to get him free, but without revealing anything to her mom so she could still try to avoid punishment. Unfortunatly, your mother actually kept you in her mouth, chewing away. As always she popped you out her mouth and into her amazing device while she ate dinner with Christine, but kept the device on the table next to her. This of course meant Christine couldn't swipe it without her mom seeing, so she waited. To your surprise, your mother popped you back into her mouth after dinner. She enjoyed chewing while she chatted, so now your sister was home and she had someone to talk to in the evening, it seemed she would be chewing on you more.
Christine kept trying to wait for an opening all evening while she spent time with her Mom, but it never came up. Worse of all, unlike the night before, when your Mom tucked you away in the device for the evening, she actually took the device up to her room, which meant Christine still couldn't swipe you. She cursed herself for not taking the opportunity to rescue you the night before and felt a growing stab of guilt building in her gut.
This new routine persisted over the next few days as your mother finished off the last few days of work and spent her evenings catching up with your sister. Christine's gut was swirling with guilt by now, having first hand witnessed the huge bubbles your mother loved to blow with you before watching you pop and be sucked back into your mothers mouth to be chewed on once again. She really wanted to get you out of there and was feeling terrible for seeing first hand what you had been put through, apparently non stop for the past six months.
Finally your mother was finished with her work and her holiday began, so she suggested that they go out for a nice meal that evening. Both herself and Christine dressed up nice and headed out to an expensive resterant for their meal. You didn't really have any way of paying attention to the world, outside of hearing the booming sounds of your mothers voice rush past you between chews.
Christine kept staring at her mothers mouth, hearing the chewing of her poor brother within as their mother chatted away, unaware of the torment she was putting her son through. As they sat and ordered their food, Christine glanced at the small little clutch purse her mother had brought with her. She realised that her mother had that dangling on the back of the chair behind her by its strap. She also realised that she was unlikely to leave the device out on the table in this fancy resterant while they ate, she might finally have her opening to rescue you. Hope swelled within her as their food arrived at the table, brought by a cute waitress who was all smiles to her customers.
"Hey Mom," Christine said, trying to keep her tone casual. "Don't think you want your gum getting mixed in with the flavour of your meal!" She said, gesturing to the tasty looking and delicious smelling food in front of them both. Her mother looked down at the plate and smiled, reaching behind her for the clutch and opening it. Christine's heart leapt as she waited, before hearing her mother curse softly.
"Shoot," Your Mom said to herself as she looked through her small clutch purse. "It seem's I forgot to bring it. Oh well, there is always more gum." She said with a shrug, clipping her clutch closed and gulped. Christine's eyes went wide and she froze, staring shocked at her mother. Her mouth slowly opened in shock as she let out a horrified gasp.
"What?" Your mother asked, looking at the shock on her daughter's face. "Oh, relax Christine, it's a myth that gum takes seven years for your body to digest. It will just sit in my stomach until enough food sticks to it to pull it through with the rest. I have more gum at home." She said with a roll of her eyes, chuckling at her daughters horrified look.
Christine couldn't believe it. Her mother had just swallowed you. Actually swallowed you! After months of chewing, she hadn't thought it could have been worse for you, but now you were actually inside your mother with no way for her to get you out. Her mind was racing, trying to think of some way to get you out. If she came clean, your Mother could try to throw up in the bathroom, but that would be unpleasant for all involved and she would be in hot water for having knowingly let her mother continue to chew on you and swallow you.
As Christine tried to think it through, putting on a smile and eating her food slowly, having her appitite somewhat ruined with the thought of where you were, you were more paniced than ever before. You slowly slid down your mother's slick throat, her muscles subconciously moving you down the passageway until you dropped into the stomach. With a gurgling hiss, you hit the stomach acid, the world totally black in the darkness of the inner body. Where the acid hit, it felt like burning your skin on a hot stove, except all over as you rolled and sloshed about in the acid, unable to control your own body and simply moving with your mothers motions. Silently you screamed in terror, but noticed you weren't dissolving. Your body was naturally resilient and seemed to be able to handle the stomach acid with discomfort but not danger. However, it was likely going to make reformation impossible as your body was likely healing the damage from the acid rather than reforming from the chewing, so you would be remaining a glov in your mothers stomach.
A few moments later more objects hit the acid, causing sprays as bits of food decended on you from the darkness of the thoat. It was like being trapped in an acidic meteor storm, while on the outside, your mother casually chatted to a nervous Christine about what they could do over the holidays, occasionally swallowing delicious bites of food and a few sips of wine.
Christine's mind was a mess, she knew she needed to come to a decision and fast. Would she wait and hope you came through the body, somehow rescue you later, or would she come clean and get her mother to throw up. Or was there some way to make her throw up but stay innocent of what she has done. As the minutes ticked by, she tried to come to a decision that would work out for the best...
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