Bring up the truth of the matter.
Tiny Brother VS Big Sister
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
Christine couldn't enjoy her meal as she watched her mother pop another morsal into her mouth, watching her chew it and swallow, imagining what it must be like for you. Trapped within your mothers dark stomach, being digested amongst her real food. Biting her lip, nervous of what repercussions it would have on herself, but knowing she needed to do this she took a deep breath.
"Mom, stop eating for a moment!" Christine cried out, keeping her voice low enough to not cause a scene but her tone got her mother to pause, fork raised halfway to her mouth as she looked at her daughter with confusion and concern.
"I have something to tell you that you are not going to be happy about," She muttered, slumping slightly in her seat before taking a deep breath.
"Allen isn't back at college nor recovering from my trip back. He has been with you this whole time, I honestly thought you knew until I got home." She said as your mothers face turned into a confused frown. How had you been with her this entire time without her knowing. She opened her mouth to ask, but your sister continued.
"When you left to come back home, I disguised my brother as a stick of gum and gave him to you to chew on for the flight. I thought you'd figured it out when you got home so never thought to check. But, it seems you got your little device and you've been using him as gum since then, which also means you swallowed him a minute ago!" Christine said looking terrified as she explained the situation, your mothers face turning from a frown of confusion, into a scowl of anger that your sister had left you trapped in a situation like this. This in turn became a look of embarrisment, realising her poor son had been chomped on day after day for months on end, before the final sentance sunk in and she gasped, quickly standing from the table and rushing to the ladies room, leaving Catherine behind.
Inside your mothers stomach, the world lurched and sloshed about, your mother must be moving, before suddenly the world around you surged as the stomach cramped up, its contents surging up and down before you were exploding upwards in a rush back up the body and through the throat. A few moments later, light shone on you as you fell into the bathroom sink as your mother forced herself to throw up.
Carrie shuddered at the foul taste in her mouth as she threw up, but carefully watched the sink drain as she ran the cold water tap to slowly wash out the sink. She saw clumps of food slowly being washed down the drain before spotting what she had been looking for and pinched the little wad of gum out of the foul smelling fluids. She washed it under the tap, making sure to get every last bit of it clean and sighed, spotting your faint eye at last and feeling a rush of guilt wash through her.
"I am so sorry sweetheart, I had no idea you were my delicious gum this whole time. Lets get you tucked away so you don't get lost until you recover." Your mother said softly, heading back out to the table and picking up her purse. Having no real place to put you, she placed you into the gum machine, almost by instinct and clipped it shut. She blinked, realising what she had done but shrugged, you wouldn't get lost in there and could reform when they got home.
With that sorted, she got back to her meal, wanting something to get the taste out of her mouth as she scolded your sister for such an ill planned prank that clearly got out of hand. She commented about the chance she could have swallowed you months ago and they never would have known where you went. Christine was subdued and nodded meekly as she was scolded, but once done they did have a nice meal together and began to put it out of their minds. You were safe and sound, that was the important thing.
After a nice meal and dessert, the two of them went home chatting happily, you remained stuffed away in the device you reluctantly called home until your mother finally remembered where she put you as she got ready for bed.
"Christine!" She called out from the bathroom, taking off her make up. "Can you let your brother out of the gum machine so he can reform please, I forgot to get him out!" She yelled across the house to Christine who was getting changed and remembered what had happened to you. Once she knew you were safe she had let you slip out of her mind as the conversation with her mother had shifted subjects.
"Yeah, no problem." she called back, heading downstairs to go grab the machine out of her mothers purse. She fished around until she found it and unclipped it, revealing you, once more shaped like a stick of gum thanks to the machines mold. She chuckled and peeled you out of the device, holding you up and looked you over again.
"Wow, you really do look like the real thing. All those flavour juices have really dyed your skin. That will probably take ages to go back to normal huh." She mused as she observed how your barely visible single eye was the only defining feature on your gun stick of a body. She placed you down on the table, next to a small pile of unopened mail and smiled.
"I'm glad you're safe bro, sorry this one got out of hand. I'll see you when you reform. Night!" She said with an actual kind smile and walked off, leaving you to reform at last after so many months of constant torture. You listened to the sounds of her going up the stairs as you stared up at the dark ceiling of the unlit room and relaxed. Finally you were free, even if it took you a week to reform, you would be able to be you once again.
When morning came and your mother walked past, sparing a glance to check on you, she almost tucked you back into the machine thinking you were a loose stick of gum, you hadn't reformed at all, thankfully she spotted your faint eye and left you where you were. Around lunch Christine came to check on you and saw no visible change to your body, months upon months of being constantly chewed meant your body would need a long time to get itself back in shape.
As the days passed, the women got used to you lying there on the side near the mail as they went about their days, enjoying the visit and barely even glanced your way. It was a week later before you finally felt the fingers of your left hand pop free and twitch a little, several days later before you had a hand and some toes. As the holiday flew by for the women, your slow recovery was painfully slow. It was coming close to the time when Christine would be heading back to college when you finally got your second eye to reopen and your mouth reformed, though still too misshapen to actually make sounds. Wanting to get your families attention, you flipped yourself over with effort and began dragging your body along with the one free arm you had reformed, slowly pulling yourself closer to the edge of the table.
Around the time you got near the edge, your mother and sister arrived back from a shopping trip, having gone out to get supplies for Christine to take back with her, as well as some things for your mother. Neither of them noticed your slow motions across the table as you neared the edge, too wrapped up in their conversation as they placed the bags down by the table. With your face staring down at the table, you didn't see the edge of where you were going until you pulled yourself half over the void, staring down at the open bags below. Instantly you tried to push back, but at that moment, Christine bumped the table as she passed and that slight motion caused your fragile balance to be thrown off and your body toppled off the side of the table and fell out of sight into one of the bags.
As you bounced off its contents and settled near the bottom, you sighed, realising you should have just waited to reform before moving, even if that meant you missed going back with Christine. A few moments later, the two of them begin to pull the contents of the bags out so they can put them to use. As one of their hands reach in, you are grabbed and pressed against something, lifted up with it and taken out of the bag once more. You heard them comment on some amazing new shapeable material they couldn't wait to try out as you were lifted up...
"Mom, stop eating for a moment!" Christine cried out, keeping her voice low enough to not cause a scene but her tone got her mother to pause, fork raised halfway to her mouth as she looked at her daughter with confusion and concern.
"I have something to tell you that you are not going to be happy about," She muttered, slumping slightly in her seat before taking a deep breath.
"Allen isn't back at college nor recovering from my trip back. He has been with you this whole time, I honestly thought you knew until I got home." She said as your mothers face turned into a confused frown. How had you been with her this entire time without her knowing. She opened her mouth to ask, but your sister continued.
"When you left to come back home, I disguised my brother as a stick of gum and gave him to you to chew on for the flight. I thought you'd figured it out when you got home so never thought to check. But, it seems you got your little device and you've been using him as gum since then, which also means you swallowed him a minute ago!" Christine said looking terrified as she explained the situation, your mothers face turning from a frown of confusion, into a scowl of anger that your sister had left you trapped in a situation like this. This in turn became a look of embarrisment, realising her poor son had been chomped on day after day for months on end, before the final sentance sunk in and she gasped, quickly standing from the table and rushing to the ladies room, leaving Catherine behind.
Inside your mothers stomach, the world lurched and sloshed about, your mother must be moving, before suddenly the world around you surged as the stomach cramped up, its contents surging up and down before you were exploding upwards in a rush back up the body and through the throat. A few moments later, light shone on you as you fell into the bathroom sink as your mother forced herself to throw up.
Carrie shuddered at the foul taste in her mouth as she threw up, but carefully watched the sink drain as she ran the cold water tap to slowly wash out the sink. She saw clumps of food slowly being washed down the drain before spotting what she had been looking for and pinched the little wad of gum out of the foul smelling fluids. She washed it under the tap, making sure to get every last bit of it clean and sighed, spotting your faint eye at last and feeling a rush of guilt wash through her.
"I am so sorry sweetheart, I had no idea you were my delicious gum this whole time. Lets get you tucked away so you don't get lost until you recover." Your mother said softly, heading back out to the table and picking up her purse. Having no real place to put you, she placed you into the gum machine, almost by instinct and clipped it shut. She blinked, realising what she had done but shrugged, you wouldn't get lost in there and could reform when they got home.
With that sorted, she got back to her meal, wanting something to get the taste out of her mouth as she scolded your sister for such an ill planned prank that clearly got out of hand. She commented about the chance she could have swallowed you months ago and they never would have known where you went. Christine was subdued and nodded meekly as she was scolded, but once done they did have a nice meal together and began to put it out of their minds. You were safe and sound, that was the important thing.
After a nice meal and dessert, the two of them went home chatting happily, you remained stuffed away in the device you reluctantly called home until your mother finally remembered where she put you as she got ready for bed.
"Christine!" She called out from the bathroom, taking off her make up. "Can you let your brother out of the gum machine so he can reform please, I forgot to get him out!" She yelled across the house to Christine who was getting changed and remembered what had happened to you. Once she knew you were safe she had let you slip out of her mind as the conversation with her mother had shifted subjects.
"Yeah, no problem." she called back, heading downstairs to go grab the machine out of her mothers purse. She fished around until she found it and unclipped it, revealing you, once more shaped like a stick of gum thanks to the machines mold. She chuckled and peeled you out of the device, holding you up and looked you over again.
"Wow, you really do look like the real thing. All those flavour juices have really dyed your skin. That will probably take ages to go back to normal huh." She mused as she observed how your barely visible single eye was the only defining feature on your gun stick of a body. She placed you down on the table, next to a small pile of unopened mail and smiled.
"I'm glad you're safe bro, sorry this one got out of hand. I'll see you when you reform. Night!" She said with an actual kind smile and walked off, leaving you to reform at last after so many months of constant torture. You listened to the sounds of her going up the stairs as you stared up at the dark ceiling of the unlit room and relaxed. Finally you were free, even if it took you a week to reform, you would be able to be you once again.
When morning came and your mother walked past, sparing a glance to check on you, she almost tucked you back into the machine thinking you were a loose stick of gum, you hadn't reformed at all, thankfully she spotted your faint eye and left you where you were. Around lunch Christine came to check on you and saw no visible change to your body, months upon months of being constantly chewed meant your body would need a long time to get itself back in shape.
As the days passed, the women got used to you lying there on the side near the mail as they went about their days, enjoying the visit and barely even glanced your way. It was a week later before you finally felt the fingers of your left hand pop free and twitch a little, several days later before you had a hand and some toes. As the holiday flew by for the women, your slow recovery was painfully slow. It was coming close to the time when Christine would be heading back to college when you finally got your second eye to reopen and your mouth reformed, though still too misshapen to actually make sounds. Wanting to get your families attention, you flipped yourself over with effort and began dragging your body along with the one free arm you had reformed, slowly pulling yourself closer to the edge of the table.
Around the time you got near the edge, your mother and sister arrived back from a shopping trip, having gone out to get supplies for Christine to take back with her, as well as some things for your mother. Neither of them noticed your slow motions across the table as you neared the edge, too wrapped up in their conversation as they placed the bags down by the table. With your face staring down at the table, you didn't see the edge of where you were going until you pulled yourself half over the void, staring down at the open bags below. Instantly you tried to push back, but at that moment, Christine bumped the table as she passed and that slight motion caused your fragile balance to be thrown off and your body toppled off the side of the table and fell out of sight into one of the bags.
As you bounced off its contents and settled near the bottom, you sighed, realising you should have just waited to reform before moving, even if that meant you missed going back with Christine. A few moments later, the two of them begin to pull the contents of the bags out so they can put them to use. As one of their hands reach in, you are grabbed and pressed against something, lifted up with it and taken out of the bag once more. You heard them comment on some amazing new shapeable material they couldn't wait to try out as you were lifted up...
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