Making it Worse
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“I eat a lot of stuff, if you haven’t noticed I do have a bit of a gut,” Paula laughed, nearly hitting her tiny son with a few globs of saliva. James squirmed as he stared at her wide mouth, her laughter hitting him hard as he wanted more of an answer. Paula gave it to him, but with the usual amount of apathy, she showed a lot of problems. “I do eat the odd mouse. I know it’s weird, but Mary showed me how to do it. I also eat the odd insect or other tiny critters, mostly for a joke. Never thought much of it, just something fun to do.”
“But mom, I’m no bigger than any of those things you eat,” James nervously told her, not happy to hear this. Paula might not see this as such a big deal, but he certainly did. He was having nightmares about being devoured. He knew his mom wasn’t the most overly caring, she was a big mess that loved a good time and teased him a lot, but this was very big to him. Too bad Paula didn’t see that.
“Relax, sweetie. I’m not going to eat you. Although it might be fun for both of us,” Paula said with another hearty laugh. She thought this was all hilarious as her wee little boy was terrified of her big, scary belly.
“How can swallowing me be any fun?” He asked, edging his way from his mother as he stood on her palm. This conversation wasn’t making him feel better, it was making him even more paranoid. “Being digested does not sound like fun at all.”
“Relax, you big baby. I’d never hurt you. Don’t you trust me?” James said nothing, which should have told Paula enough, but she just kept going, stroking her chin as she imagined exactly what she’d do to James. “It would be so easy. I could pop you into my mouth and swallow you in the blink of an eye. I bet you’d go down really smooth.”
“I don’t want to imagine that,” James said, disgusted by such an idea. He shook his head to get the idea out of his mind as Paula pictured it even more. She bet her son would taste a lot better then a dirty mouse from the floor or any other living thing she had gobbled down. She could just imagine him hitting the inside of her belly with the chips and beer she had earlier on.
“You’re saying it would be so bad to be stuck inside my tummy?” She teased her son and brought him down. She was barely wearing anything, and James blushed as her huge breasts wobbled in front of him. He then screamed as he was shoved right into her pudgy middle. She shoved him into her gut, letting him sink into her soft flesh. James squirmed helplessly as her belly rubbed into him. He heard gurgling inside her, the food already inside her being digested. He wondered how much of the mouse was still intact in the huge, deadly gut.
“You have to admit it would be interesting going inside me. I’d let you out before you were hurt of course so there is no harm if I wanted to swallow you,” Paula told her boy. She had found a new way to tease him and she found it so funny. She thought being scared of becoming food was just silly and if her son wasn’t such a wimp, he would see that too. She finally pulled him back, clutching him in her hand as he panted for air.
“Don’t…Don’t do that you fat bitch!” James screamed as he fought to fill his lungs with air. A task that became even harder when Paula squeezed his tiny body in her meaty fist.
“Watch what you say! I am not fat!” Paula barked. She was very sensitive about her fat gut, not enough to do anything about it, but enough to get pissed off when someone brought it up. Her jovial mood disappeared as she glared down at her son. She no longer found his concerns cute, now they just pissed her off. “You want to see me as a monster, fine. Maybe I’ll just do something about it.”
“But mom, I’m no bigger than any of those things you eat,” James nervously told her, not happy to hear this. Paula might not see this as such a big deal, but he certainly did. He was having nightmares about being devoured. He knew his mom wasn’t the most overly caring, she was a big mess that loved a good time and teased him a lot, but this was very big to him. Too bad Paula didn’t see that.
“Relax, sweetie. I’m not going to eat you. Although it might be fun for both of us,” Paula said with another hearty laugh. She thought this was all hilarious as her wee little boy was terrified of her big, scary belly.
“How can swallowing me be any fun?” He asked, edging his way from his mother as he stood on her palm. This conversation wasn’t making him feel better, it was making him even more paranoid. “Being digested does not sound like fun at all.”
“Relax, you big baby. I’d never hurt you. Don’t you trust me?” James said nothing, which should have told Paula enough, but she just kept going, stroking her chin as she imagined exactly what she’d do to James. “It would be so easy. I could pop you into my mouth and swallow you in the blink of an eye. I bet you’d go down really smooth.”
“I don’t want to imagine that,” James said, disgusted by such an idea. He shook his head to get the idea out of his mind as Paula pictured it even more. She bet her son would taste a lot better then a dirty mouse from the floor or any other living thing she had gobbled down. She could just imagine him hitting the inside of her belly with the chips and beer she had earlier on.
“You’re saying it would be so bad to be stuck inside my tummy?” She teased her son and brought him down. She was barely wearing anything, and James blushed as her huge breasts wobbled in front of him. He then screamed as he was shoved right into her pudgy middle. She shoved him into her gut, letting him sink into her soft flesh. James squirmed helplessly as her belly rubbed into him. He heard gurgling inside her, the food already inside her being digested. He wondered how much of the mouse was still intact in the huge, deadly gut.
“You have to admit it would be interesting going inside me. I’d let you out before you were hurt of course so there is no harm if I wanted to swallow you,” Paula told her boy. She had found a new way to tease him and she found it so funny. She thought being scared of becoming food was just silly and if her son wasn’t such a wimp, he would see that too. She finally pulled him back, clutching him in her hand as he panted for air.
“Don’t…Don’t do that you fat bitch!” James screamed as he fought to fill his lungs with air. A task that became even harder when Paula squeezed his tiny body in her meaty fist.
“Watch what you say! I am not fat!” Paula barked. She was very sensitive about her fat gut, not enough to do anything about it, but enough to get pissed off when someone brought it up. Her jovial mood disappeared as she glared down at her son. She no longer found his concerns cute, now they just pissed her off. “You want to see me as a monster, fine. Maybe I’ll just do something about it.”
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