Violet’s Inside Helen
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
She took one hand from the steering wheel and patted her belly softly. “She’s in here.” She told him nonchalantly.
James was frozen for a moment. Then his gaze fell down to his aunt’s midsection, where her free hand rested upon. “… What?” He muttered breathlessly. His abused mind was awash with worst-case scenarios. Had Helen forced Violet to transform into food for her, and was now digesting her own daughter to get rid of her?
“Mh-hm.” Helen hummed, hand returning to the wheel as she began to turn a corner. “You see, I had woken up a killer headache this morning. It was so bad, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do anything the whole day. That’s when my sweet Violet offered to turn herself into some medicine for me.”
A silent sigh escaped James after he absorbed Helen’s explanation, “And you accepted?”
“Sure. She’s done it before. Not just for me, but for the horse’s too. My wonderful Samaritan.” The road ahead straight once again, her hand drifted down to lovingly pat her belly once more, “So now she’s in here… Or, wait…” The hand went up to her head, “Maybe here, now? Or…” The hand landed on her left breast, “Here?” A pause, and then the hand fell down to her butt, “Or here? … I don’t know, to be honest.”
James found himself unable to stop his eyes from following his aunt’s hand as it shifted around her body. Every pit-stop it made caused his heart to flutter ever so slightly. He picture Violet in each of those places, beneath her mother’s skin, in her flesh, a silent, undetectable hitchhiker of her body.
More than that, however, he imagined himself in each of those places and more. At first, it was Angie he imagined himself inside of, nothing but an aspect of her sloshy potbelly, her fatty breasts, or her chunky butt as she went about her day.
But, as he continued to stare at his aunt’s body, his mind conjured fantasies of being part of her. A part of her breasts as the sweat of a hard day of farm work slid down her skin; a part of her butt as it bounced up and down on the saddle as she rode on of the horses; a part of her heart as it beat gently in her chest as she slipped off into a good night’s rest…
James shook his head before forcing his gaze forward, looking at the road ahead. There was still about forty minutes left in the drive.
His curiosity got the better of him not half a minute later, “What…” He began to ask while keeping his eyes ahead, “What’s it like? Being medicine inside you, and all?”
Helen pursed her lips in recollection, “Well, the way Violet described it is that, after digesting, she’s sent shooting all throughout the veins, delivering medicine to where it’s needed, until enough of her coalesces back together in one spot inside the body. Then she stays in that spot until she’s ready to come out.”
“Out the backdoor?” James asked.
Helen burst into a chuckle, “No! Violet can sorta… “poof!” herself out of the body, good-as-new.”
James’ eyes grew to saucers. Violet could do that? Maybe that means, he could do it to!
“Can… Can she teach me how to do that? There’s someone I tried to… er, want to help…”
“James…”
Helen’s voice cut right into him. Not via anger or hate, but pure, concentrated compassion and love. James couldn’t stop himself from turning his head to look at her, and what greeted him was a look of clear sympathy and understanding from the older woman. He imagined Violet looking at him with same expression from wherever she was in her mother’s body.
“You can tell me.”
So James, with a sigh, and cheeks turning redder and redder with every word he spoke, told Helen what had happened between him and Angie yesterday.
“Oh, James…” Mused Helen softly as her nephew finished his tale. She reached a hand over to him and affectionately ruffled his hair. It was something she would always do to him when he was a kid; something she hadn’t stopped even as he grew up. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. No one was badly hurt, and it sounds like she still trusts you. All you need to do now is look forward. So don’t you worry! Once we get those chores done, Violet and I will gladly help you out! Free of charge!”
His eyes having grown moist as he recounted almost hurting Angie, James looked Helen directly in the eyes, his own sparkling with moisture, “You mean it?”
“Of course, James! Plus, I think it’ll be fun having you inside me. Hehe!”
James chuckled, “T-Thanks, Helen.”
His gaze fell to Helen’s belly. “And you too, Violet.”
---
It was a hard morning and harder afternoon of work at the farm. By the end of it, as he lay on the grass in the back garden, James felt more exhausted than he had ever been. When Helen had come out from the hoise carrying a tray of drinks and offered one to him, he greedily gulped the cool liquid down in a single throw of the head.
Helen giggled, “Wow! Someone’s thirsty than a fish!”
James smacked his lips as he felt the last of the juice pass into his throat, “Well, it is real hard work. But, ah… it does beat being hired out as a chair.”
Helen giggled again as she set the tray down on a nearby plastic table, “You sure? I was thinking of hiring you as massage chair sometime!” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a leather wallet and opened it up, “Now lets see how much I owe you…”
“Wait a second, Helen!” James said, setting his empty glass on the tray. Helen looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “You can pay me after training.”
Helen blinked. Then she smiled at him. “Ah! Eager to get to it, huh? Well, all right then.” Tucking her wallet away, she moved towards the house. James eagerly followed, once again keeping his sight on the back of her head. He heard her say softly, “Violet, darling, you’re coming out right?”
Entering the house and guiding her guest into the living room, where the curtains had been drawn, Helen told him, “Get comfy,” as she pointed to the couch. James did as he was told and sat himself down on the comfy piece of furniture. When he looked back at her, he was immediately blindsided by the sight of her lifting her sweater over her head, revealing a black lacy bra holding onto her bosom. James practically threw his gaze to the side, lying to himself that he found the fireplace more interesting.
He heard Helen giggle, “I don’t know what you’re so embarrassed about, James. You have been inside a women, after all!” Then he heard a click and the sound of unzipping. Sounds that could only be her undoing her pants. James strained to keep his eyes on the fireplace. The boring, old fireplace. The fireplace. The fireplace.
“Alright, James,” Helen cooed, “If you want to see Violet “poof!” back into existence, you’re gonna have to look at me now.”
Swallowing what felt like a brick in his throat, James mustered up the strength to turn his head towards his aunt. Her black lacy bra was joined in it’s role as her undergarments by a matching pair of black lacy panties. The sight of his aunt wearing those made the teen’s heart near stop then and there.
Helen, meanwhile, didn’t seem fazed in the slightest by her nephew’s reaction. She merely spoke, “Okay, Violet. He’s watching. James, watch closely!”
Then, to James’ shock, Helen right breast began bouncing on it’s own within the confines of her bra.
“So that’s where you were!” Helen sweetly cooed at it with a giggle. The breast continued to bounce before...
… the lump of flesh flopped still as Violet suddenly appeared in the living room, standing between James on the coach and the standing Helen!
Butt naked.
James ripped his gaze back to the fireplace. His aunt was one thing, but his cousin was too much. “Here, dear,” He heard Helen say, presumably as she handed her daughter some clothes, and the sounds of rustle that followed gave credence to that idea.
Eventually, there was soft thump beside him as someone sat down next to him on the coach. “Hi, James…” Said the naturally shy voice of Violet, almost into his ear, “So you… want to learn how to do that… to help your friend, right?”
His eyes still locked on the fireplace, not looking at her, James nodded, “Hi, Violet. And yes. I’d like to learn that.”
“W-W-Well, I’ve never taught anyone before, s-so…” James could faintly hear her pushing her long black locks from her face. “It’ll be a first time for me, so let’s s-see… Usually, I just focus very hard on myself being human again and… it happens. Though I can’t free myself if my, uh… “exit” is blocked by any kind of clothing. Have you tried that?”
James shook his head, “I’ve… always been scared I’d burst someone open if I did that.”
“Well, know you know! B-B-But you can’t just go off and get eaten by that neighbor of yours without practice first!”
James finally turned to look at her. A single, shy blue eye starred back at him, it’s sibling hidden by the long locks of black hair that covered up half her face. Thankfully, she was wearing a hoodie that was clearly too big for her that could only be a spare of her fathers. Helen, he spotted across the room on a single chair, sipping from a glass of juice as she quietly watched the two teens.
“And how should I do that?” James asked Violet.
Violet swallowed nervously, “Well… you should transform, and either me or mom will eat you.”
“And what if I burst either of you open?”
“James, dear,” Spoke up Helen, “You’ve got to have faith in yourself. Besides, have you seen what I can eat? I’ll digest you before that can even think about transforming back! And Violet’s not so bad either.”
Violet looked away from James as her face flushed red, “M-M-M-Mom’s r-right, J-James. Have faith in yourself. Just keep telling yourself “I am medicine,” until you want to be human again. Then you tell yourself “I am human.” And, m-maybe, my system, cause we have the same powers, maybe my system can keep yours under control?”
“If you want to eat him so bad, dear, just say it.” Chuckled Helen.
“No!” Squawked Violet, “James should choose. So… you kn-know… choose.”
James thought it over for a few seconds, then decided on…
James was frozen for a moment. Then his gaze fell down to his aunt’s midsection, where her free hand rested upon. “… What?” He muttered breathlessly. His abused mind was awash with worst-case scenarios. Had Helen forced Violet to transform into food for her, and was now digesting her own daughter to get rid of her?
“Mh-hm.” Helen hummed, hand returning to the wheel as she began to turn a corner. “You see, I had woken up a killer headache this morning. It was so bad, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do anything the whole day. That’s when my sweet Violet offered to turn herself into some medicine for me.”
A silent sigh escaped James after he absorbed Helen’s explanation, “And you accepted?”
“Sure. She’s done it before. Not just for me, but for the horse’s too. My wonderful Samaritan.” The road ahead straight once again, her hand drifted down to lovingly pat her belly once more, “So now she’s in here… Or, wait…” The hand went up to her head, “Maybe here, now? Or…” The hand landed on her left breast, “Here?” A pause, and then the hand fell down to her butt, “Or here? … I don’t know, to be honest.”
James found himself unable to stop his eyes from following his aunt’s hand as it shifted around her body. Every pit-stop it made caused his heart to flutter ever so slightly. He picture Violet in each of those places, beneath her mother’s skin, in her flesh, a silent, undetectable hitchhiker of her body.
More than that, however, he imagined himself in each of those places and more. At first, it was Angie he imagined himself inside of, nothing but an aspect of her sloshy potbelly, her fatty breasts, or her chunky butt as she went about her day.
But, as he continued to stare at his aunt’s body, his mind conjured fantasies of being part of her. A part of her breasts as the sweat of a hard day of farm work slid down her skin; a part of her butt as it bounced up and down on the saddle as she rode on of the horses; a part of her heart as it beat gently in her chest as she slipped off into a good night’s rest…
James shook his head before forcing his gaze forward, looking at the road ahead. There was still about forty minutes left in the drive.
His curiosity got the better of him not half a minute later, “What…” He began to ask while keeping his eyes ahead, “What’s it like? Being medicine inside you, and all?”
Helen pursed her lips in recollection, “Well, the way Violet described it is that, after digesting, she’s sent shooting all throughout the veins, delivering medicine to where it’s needed, until enough of her coalesces back together in one spot inside the body. Then she stays in that spot until she’s ready to come out.”
“Out the backdoor?” James asked.
Helen burst into a chuckle, “No! Violet can sorta… “poof!” herself out of the body, good-as-new.”
James’ eyes grew to saucers. Violet could do that? Maybe that means, he could do it to!
“Can… Can she teach me how to do that? There’s someone I tried to… er, want to help…”
“James…”
Helen’s voice cut right into him. Not via anger or hate, but pure, concentrated compassion and love. James couldn’t stop himself from turning his head to look at her, and what greeted him was a look of clear sympathy and understanding from the older woman. He imagined Violet looking at him with same expression from wherever she was in her mother’s body.
“You can tell me.”
So James, with a sigh, and cheeks turning redder and redder with every word he spoke, told Helen what had happened between him and Angie yesterday.
“Oh, James…” Mused Helen softly as her nephew finished his tale. She reached a hand over to him and affectionately ruffled his hair. It was something she would always do to him when he was a kid; something she hadn’t stopped even as he grew up. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. No one was badly hurt, and it sounds like she still trusts you. All you need to do now is look forward. So don’t you worry! Once we get those chores done, Violet and I will gladly help you out! Free of charge!”
His eyes having grown moist as he recounted almost hurting Angie, James looked Helen directly in the eyes, his own sparkling with moisture, “You mean it?”
“Of course, James! Plus, I think it’ll be fun having you inside me. Hehe!”
James chuckled, “T-Thanks, Helen.”
His gaze fell to Helen’s belly. “And you too, Violet.”
---
It was a hard morning and harder afternoon of work at the farm. By the end of it, as he lay on the grass in the back garden, James felt more exhausted than he had ever been. When Helen had come out from the hoise carrying a tray of drinks and offered one to him, he greedily gulped the cool liquid down in a single throw of the head.
Helen giggled, “Wow! Someone’s thirsty than a fish!”
James smacked his lips as he felt the last of the juice pass into his throat, “Well, it is real hard work. But, ah… it does beat being hired out as a chair.”
Helen giggled again as she set the tray down on a nearby plastic table, “You sure? I was thinking of hiring you as massage chair sometime!” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a leather wallet and opened it up, “Now lets see how much I owe you…”
“Wait a second, Helen!” James said, setting his empty glass on the tray. Helen looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “You can pay me after training.”
Helen blinked. Then she smiled at him. “Ah! Eager to get to it, huh? Well, all right then.” Tucking her wallet away, she moved towards the house. James eagerly followed, once again keeping his sight on the back of her head. He heard her say softly, “Violet, darling, you’re coming out right?”
Entering the house and guiding her guest into the living room, where the curtains had been drawn, Helen told him, “Get comfy,” as she pointed to the couch. James did as he was told and sat himself down on the comfy piece of furniture. When he looked back at her, he was immediately blindsided by the sight of her lifting her sweater over her head, revealing a black lacy bra holding onto her bosom. James practically threw his gaze to the side, lying to himself that he found the fireplace more interesting.
He heard Helen giggle, “I don’t know what you’re so embarrassed about, James. You have been inside a women, after all!” Then he heard a click and the sound of unzipping. Sounds that could only be her undoing her pants. James strained to keep his eyes on the fireplace. The boring, old fireplace. The fireplace. The fireplace.
“Alright, James,” Helen cooed, “If you want to see Violet “poof!” back into existence, you’re gonna have to look at me now.”
Swallowing what felt like a brick in his throat, James mustered up the strength to turn his head towards his aunt. Her black lacy bra was joined in it’s role as her undergarments by a matching pair of black lacy panties. The sight of his aunt wearing those made the teen’s heart near stop then and there.
Helen, meanwhile, didn’t seem fazed in the slightest by her nephew’s reaction. She merely spoke, “Okay, Violet. He’s watching. James, watch closely!”
Then, to James’ shock, Helen right breast began bouncing on it’s own within the confines of her bra.
“So that’s where you were!” Helen sweetly cooed at it with a giggle. The breast continued to bounce before...
… the lump of flesh flopped still as Violet suddenly appeared in the living room, standing between James on the coach and the standing Helen!
Butt naked.
James ripped his gaze back to the fireplace. His aunt was one thing, but his cousin was too much. “Here, dear,” He heard Helen say, presumably as she handed her daughter some clothes, and the sounds of rustle that followed gave credence to that idea.
Eventually, there was soft thump beside him as someone sat down next to him on the coach. “Hi, James…” Said the naturally shy voice of Violet, almost into his ear, “So you… want to learn how to do that… to help your friend, right?”
His eyes still locked on the fireplace, not looking at her, James nodded, “Hi, Violet. And yes. I’d like to learn that.”
“W-W-Well, I’ve never taught anyone before, s-so…” James could faintly hear her pushing her long black locks from her face. “It’ll be a first time for me, so let’s s-see… Usually, I just focus very hard on myself being human again and… it happens. Though I can’t free myself if my, uh… “exit” is blocked by any kind of clothing. Have you tried that?”
James shook his head, “I’ve… always been scared I’d burst someone open if I did that.”
“Well, know you know! B-B-But you can’t just go off and get eaten by that neighbor of yours without practice first!”
James finally turned to look at her. A single, shy blue eye starred back at him, it’s sibling hidden by the long locks of black hair that covered up half her face. Thankfully, she was wearing a hoodie that was clearly too big for her that could only be a spare of her fathers. Helen, he spotted across the room on a single chair, sipping from a glass of juice as she quietly watched the two teens.
“And how should I do that?” James asked Violet.
Violet swallowed nervously, “Well… you should transform, and either me or mom will eat you.”
“And what if I burst either of you open?”
“James, dear,” Spoke up Helen, “You’ve got to have faith in yourself. Besides, have you seen what I can eat? I’ll digest you before that can even think about transforming back! And Violet’s not so bad either.”
Violet looked away from James as her face flushed red, “M-M-M-Mom’s r-right, J-James. Have faith in yourself. Just keep telling yourself “I am medicine,” until you want to be human again. Then you tell yourself “I am human.” And, m-maybe, my system, cause we have the same powers, maybe my system can keep yours under control?”
“If you want to eat him so bad, dear, just say it.” Chuckled Helen.
“No!” Squawked Violet, “James should choose. So… you kn-know… choose.”
James thought it over for a few seconds, then decided on…
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