Sandy comes back for you.
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
giantessviewer
You had been enjoying your relative freedom for no more than a minute when the back door to your house opened once again. As Sandy trudged back outside you could hear your Mother's voice call from within, "Go clean up your mess girl." This was the worst possible thing that could have happened! Your mother was lazy to a fault, but still cared about her lawn. So whenever Sandy used the bathroom, but couldn't be bothered to pick it up herself, she had trained the dog to simply eat her waste. It was a horrible thing to make Sandy do either way, but even worse now that the waste in this case was you.
Not wanting to return to the dogs gut immediately after escaping, you tried desparately to somehow will yourself to reform faster than normal. Alas, that isn't how your body worked. You had to have both a relatively cool environment AND time to get back to your old self, and time is something you didn't have.
So Sandy ran over, and to your despair wolfed you down once again. As you felt Sandy walk towards the house you could barely hear the sound of your mother through the fleshy walls praising Sandy for being a good girl. So here you were, stewing in your dog's stomach. If your mouth had managed to reform you would have screamed. Not that it would do any good, but it would have been nice to let off some steam somehow.
There was nothing for you to do but wait. Hopefully your mother would remember your predicament by the time you made your exit, or at least be sober enough to bother to come and pick up Sandy's crap herself. You REALLY didn't want to go through this a third time in one day.
Do you escape from this vicious cycle?
Not wanting to return to the dogs gut immediately after escaping, you tried desparately to somehow will yourself to reform faster than normal. Alas, that isn't how your body worked. You had to have both a relatively cool environment AND time to get back to your old self, and time is something you didn't have.
So Sandy ran over, and to your despair wolfed you down once again. As you felt Sandy walk towards the house you could barely hear the sound of your mother through the fleshy walls praising Sandy for being a good girl. So here you were, stewing in your dog's stomach. If your mouth had managed to reform you would have screamed. Not that it would do any good, but it would have been nice to let off some steam somehow.
There was nothing for you to do but wait. Hopefully your mother would remember your predicament by the time you made your exit, or at least be sober enough to bother to come and pick up Sandy's crap herself. You REALLY didn't want to go through this a third time in one day.
Do you escape from this vicious cycle?
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