Exposure Therapy
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
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objection
"I don't want you to be afraid of me either," Paula said sweetly. "Or Mary, for that matter, since she's a lot like me." Her warm, pungent breath washed over James as she spoke. It was a smell that had taken him years to get used to.
"A lot like you ... how, exactly?" James asked, still very nervous about what his mom was getting at.
"Well, we're both big women who like to drink," Paula explained, "and we both love you." However, James still had that look of anxious doubt on his face. "Oh, and we both love eating little critters like mice and bugs and such," she admitted with a lick of her lips. "Feels good to swallow 'em whole and feel 'em running around in my belly."
Whatever answer James was hoping to get to his question, that wasn't it. It would have been one thing if Paula only ate the mouse to protect him, but if she and Mary both did it because they loved doing it, then they were both dangerous to be around.
Luckily, Paula noticed the look of terror on her tiny son's face. "But you're not just some little critter for me or Mary to gobble up," she hastily added. "You're my little boy, and Mary and I both love you." She leaned in and gave James another giant, wet kiss, hoping that she had managed to reassure him.
However, James still had some concerns. "I guess I can believe you wouldn't eat me on purpose," he said, "but what about by accident? What if I end up in one of your beers and you drink me up without knowing?"
Paula wanted to promise that she and Mary would be much more careful, but she knew both of their drinking habits and there was no way she could make that promise. There had to be something she could do about his worries though. How could she help him get over his fear of being eaten by her or Mary if, deep down, she knew that it could very well happen again?
After some consideration, Paula came up with an idea. "What if there was something we could do to prepare you for if you get swallowed again?" she suggested. Seeing James' apprehensive expression, she decided it would be a good idea to explain her reasoning. "What I mean is, if you do accidentally end up inside me or Mary, maybe it won't be so scary if you know you can get out without being digested."
"What did you have in mind?" James asked, starting to feel a little hopeful. Ideally, he would much rather not end up inside the giantesses' mouths or bellies ever again. But he knew how inattentive giantesses could be when drunk, so he couldn't rule out that possibility. In theory, having a backup plan for when the worst happened would be helpful. It just depended on what the plan was.
"Practice trying to get out of my belly," Paula answered as she stood up, picked James up off the table, and held her in front of her gargantuan, gurgling gut. "If you can get out of my belly, you can get out of Mary's belly, and you'll never have to worry about either of us digesting you!" She gave her big belly a couple of pats, each one making it jiggle and wobble, and her tiny son heard it groan and churn. "Of course, for your practice, I'll try to make it as safe as possible in my belly."
James began to feel queasy, and it wasn't from staring at his mom's plump belly and listening to its contents (mostly beer) slosh around inside. Paula's plan sounded like it could very easily end up with him getting digested by her. After all, he only got out of Mary's belly by pure luck. What if, no matter what precautions his mom took for these practice sessions, there was no way for him to get out of her belly?
On the other hand, if he allowed Paula to swallow him now, at least she would know that he was in her belly and she'd be trying to make sure she didn't digest him. Mary wasn't like that when she gulped him down last time, and she certainly wouldn't be like that next time. Did he want to rely purely on blind luck again when that happened? Perhaps a safer trip into his mom's belly would help him figure something out that he couldn't do when he was just hypothesising.
Suddenly, James rapidly rose away from Paula's massive gut and past her humongous chest as she lifted him up to her mouth. "So what do you say?" she asked.
"A lot like you ... how, exactly?" James asked, still very nervous about what his mom was getting at.
"Well, we're both big women who like to drink," Paula explained, "and we both love you." However, James still had that look of anxious doubt on his face. "Oh, and we both love eating little critters like mice and bugs and such," she admitted with a lick of her lips. "Feels good to swallow 'em whole and feel 'em running around in my belly."
Whatever answer James was hoping to get to his question, that wasn't it. It would have been one thing if Paula only ate the mouse to protect him, but if she and Mary both did it because they loved doing it, then they were both dangerous to be around.
Luckily, Paula noticed the look of terror on her tiny son's face. "But you're not just some little critter for me or Mary to gobble up," she hastily added. "You're my little boy, and Mary and I both love you." She leaned in and gave James another giant, wet kiss, hoping that she had managed to reassure him.
However, James still had some concerns. "I guess I can believe you wouldn't eat me on purpose," he said, "but what about by accident? What if I end up in one of your beers and you drink me up without knowing?"
Paula wanted to promise that she and Mary would be much more careful, but she knew both of their drinking habits and there was no way she could make that promise. There had to be something she could do about his worries though. How could she help him get over his fear of being eaten by her or Mary if, deep down, she knew that it could very well happen again?
After some consideration, Paula came up with an idea. "What if there was something we could do to prepare you for if you get swallowed again?" she suggested. Seeing James' apprehensive expression, she decided it would be a good idea to explain her reasoning. "What I mean is, if you do accidentally end up inside me or Mary, maybe it won't be so scary if you know you can get out without being digested."
"What did you have in mind?" James asked, starting to feel a little hopeful. Ideally, he would much rather not end up inside the giantesses' mouths or bellies ever again. But he knew how inattentive giantesses could be when drunk, so he couldn't rule out that possibility. In theory, having a backup plan for when the worst happened would be helpful. It just depended on what the plan was.
"Practice trying to get out of my belly," Paula answered as she stood up, picked James up off the table, and held her in front of her gargantuan, gurgling gut. "If you can get out of my belly, you can get out of Mary's belly, and you'll never have to worry about either of us digesting you!" She gave her big belly a couple of pats, each one making it jiggle and wobble, and her tiny son heard it groan and churn. "Of course, for your practice, I'll try to make it as safe as possible in my belly."
James began to feel queasy, and it wasn't from staring at his mom's plump belly and listening to its contents (mostly beer) slosh around inside. Paula's plan sounded like it could very easily end up with him getting digested by her. After all, he only got out of Mary's belly by pure luck. What if, no matter what precautions his mom took for these practice sessions, there was no way for him to get out of her belly?
On the other hand, if he allowed Paula to swallow him now, at least she would know that he was in her belly and she'd be trying to make sure she didn't digest him. Mary wasn't like that when she gulped him down last time, and she certainly wouldn't be like that next time. Did he want to rely purely on blind luck again when that happened? Perhaps a safer trip into his mom's belly would help him figure something out that he couldn't do when he was just hypothesising.
Suddenly, James rapidly rose away from Paula's massive gut and past her humongous chest as she lifted him up to her mouth. "So what do you say?" she asked.
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