Swallowed by Mom
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Lumbering into her house, Paula stumbled towards her living room and fell back hard into her recliner, her fat wobbling around, especially her chest. As James everything quivered violently around James, his mother put up her feet, her breasts resting on her stomach as she sat back and relaxed.
“Screw that kid. Let him fuck around with any of those fat, sluts, I don’t need him,” Paula grumbled miserably, refusing to admit she wanted her son to spend as much time with her as he did with the other women of the neighborhood. She scratched the bottom of her breast through her top, feeling the tiny pill poking her in her cleavage. Grinning stupidly, she remembered that she still had that pain med she stole from that drug-addled hippy. Reaching into her cleavage, she poked around, fishing around with her chubby fingers until she found the pill.
“Damn, it’s partly dissolved.” James was blinded as he was pulled out of the sweaty, smooth prison between his mom’s tits and into the light. His vision adjusted slowly and he screamed when the first thing he saw was his mom’s face inches away from him, her full lips open to reveal her glistening maw. James tried to return to normal, tried to focus on his original image, but as he hung so close to the open mouth, all he could think about was how awful being swallowed was going to be.
“Dissolved or not, you’ll still get me high. Bottoms up,” Paula said as she opened her mouth wide ad started to lower the pill in. James was in a mad panic as he was brought down onto her tongue. He felt her hot, alcohol infused breathe blow over him, making him gag in disgust. He could see everything as he moved past her teeth, strings of saliva were everywhere as a pool of the transparent fluid pooled under the tongue. He tried to scream out to his mom that it was him, to stop this, that he would never transform again if she just didn’t eat him. Of course she didn’t hear him and he dropped onto her tongue. Paula closed her mouth, cutting off James light, letting him avoid seeing what happened next.
Paula moved the pill around her mouth, just trying to get it properly lubricated for when she swallowed, but to James it was like being caught up in a strong of surging pink flesh. He was tossed around, unable to even grab the slippery surroundings. He slid from one side to the out in a wave of saliva. He could feel himself breaking down by the second, his body screaming out in pain as it was reduced further. He cried at the thought of what the stomach would be like, his body being reduced even further. Why did he think this would be a good idea? Why did he offer himself to Angie as a pill without considering how he was going to survive?
He was pushed under the tongue, the massive beast pressing down in him as he was submerged in saliva. He was just a pill to his mom, nothing more then something to swallow to feel better. Coated in saliva he was tossed up, brought back into the middle of the mouth as the tongue began to move once again, but this time with a different purpose. The undulating muscle began to slowly move up, pressing against the roof of the mouth in the process of swallowing. He screamed out to Paula one last time, an utterly pointless gesture with no mouth. He was pulled down the throat with ease, a river of saliva flowing with him down her throat. Rippled, hot and slimy flesh surrounded him, working him forcefully yet tenderly toward the stomach like any other morsel Paula swallowed. On the outside a simple bulge traveled down Paula’s throat, moving quickly past her neck and vanishing beneath her mighty tits. Smacking her lips, Paula smirked as she felt the pill reach her stomach.
“Hopefully this shit is good,” she grumbled as she looked down at her chest, remembering how some of the pill had already dissolved in her cleavage. Wanting the full potency f the pill, she grabbed the bottom of her top, pulling it up over the top of her head. Her breasts flopped out, landing with a smack on her belly. Grabbing one of her huge breasts, she lifted it up and bent down. She began licking the inside of her cleavage, getting some small bit of the pill that had liquefied. She ignored the salty taste of her own sweat and licked up any residue of the pill she could find. She often did this when a meal dripped down into her cleavage, her son always telling her how gross she was to lick run off of her own breasts. She hated that her son thought she was a slob, but she hated waste. Too bad he couldn’t see the real her inside.
This was worse. So much worse. James floated in utter blackness on a lake of beer, saliva and his mom’s half digested breakfast. He could hear her belly gurgling around him, stomach acid dripping along the walls to break down everything, him included. The rotten smell of bile would have made him throw up, but he was a pill. A pill for only a bit longer and then he would be done. He tried so hard to transform back, but whenever he heard the stomach bubble he was hit by raw fear. He didn’t want to die in his mom’s fat stomach. He had so much to live for. He had to transform back, but it would take a miracle for that to happen.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Huh?” Rumbling, Paula looked at her door, wondering whom it could be. With a loud series of grunts she stood up, put on her top and made her way to the door, James sloshing around in her stomach as she walked. She flung the door open and nearly slammed it close. It was Angie. Did the bitch figure out that she took her pill and want it back?
“Screw that kid. Let him fuck around with any of those fat, sluts, I don’t need him,” Paula grumbled miserably, refusing to admit she wanted her son to spend as much time with her as he did with the other women of the neighborhood. She scratched the bottom of her breast through her top, feeling the tiny pill poking her in her cleavage. Grinning stupidly, she remembered that she still had that pain med she stole from that drug-addled hippy. Reaching into her cleavage, she poked around, fishing around with her chubby fingers until she found the pill.
“Damn, it’s partly dissolved.” James was blinded as he was pulled out of the sweaty, smooth prison between his mom’s tits and into the light. His vision adjusted slowly and he screamed when the first thing he saw was his mom’s face inches away from him, her full lips open to reveal her glistening maw. James tried to return to normal, tried to focus on his original image, but as he hung so close to the open mouth, all he could think about was how awful being swallowed was going to be.
“Dissolved or not, you’ll still get me high. Bottoms up,” Paula said as she opened her mouth wide ad started to lower the pill in. James was in a mad panic as he was brought down onto her tongue. He felt her hot, alcohol infused breathe blow over him, making him gag in disgust. He could see everything as he moved past her teeth, strings of saliva were everywhere as a pool of the transparent fluid pooled under the tongue. He tried to scream out to his mom that it was him, to stop this, that he would never transform again if she just didn’t eat him. Of course she didn’t hear him and he dropped onto her tongue. Paula closed her mouth, cutting off James light, letting him avoid seeing what happened next.
Paula moved the pill around her mouth, just trying to get it properly lubricated for when she swallowed, but to James it was like being caught up in a strong of surging pink flesh. He was tossed around, unable to even grab the slippery surroundings. He slid from one side to the out in a wave of saliva. He could feel himself breaking down by the second, his body screaming out in pain as it was reduced further. He cried at the thought of what the stomach would be like, his body being reduced even further. Why did he think this would be a good idea? Why did he offer himself to Angie as a pill without considering how he was going to survive?
He was pushed under the tongue, the massive beast pressing down in him as he was submerged in saliva. He was just a pill to his mom, nothing more then something to swallow to feel better. Coated in saliva he was tossed up, brought back into the middle of the mouth as the tongue began to move once again, but this time with a different purpose. The undulating muscle began to slowly move up, pressing against the roof of the mouth in the process of swallowing. He screamed out to Paula one last time, an utterly pointless gesture with no mouth. He was pulled down the throat with ease, a river of saliva flowing with him down her throat. Rippled, hot and slimy flesh surrounded him, working him forcefully yet tenderly toward the stomach like any other morsel Paula swallowed. On the outside a simple bulge traveled down Paula’s throat, moving quickly past her neck and vanishing beneath her mighty tits. Smacking her lips, Paula smirked as she felt the pill reach her stomach.
“Hopefully this shit is good,” she grumbled as she looked down at her chest, remembering how some of the pill had already dissolved in her cleavage. Wanting the full potency f the pill, she grabbed the bottom of her top, pulling it up over the top of her head. Her breasts flopped out, landing with a smack on her belly. Grabbing one of her huge breasts, she lifted it up and bent down. She began licking the inside of her cleavage, getting some small bit of the pill that had liquefied. She ignored the salty taste of her own sweat and licked up any residue of the pill she could find. She often did this when a meal dripped down into her cleavage, her son always telling her how gross she was to lick run off of her own breasts. She hated that her son thought she was a slob, but she hated waste. Too bad he couldn’t see the real her inside.
This was worse. So much worse. James floated in utter blackness on a lake of beer, saliva and his mom’s half digested breakfast. He could hear her belly gurgling around him, stomach acid dripping along the walls to break down everything, him included. The rotten smell of bile would have made him throw up, but he was a pill. A pill for only a bit longer and then he would be done. He tried so hard to transform back, but whenever he heard the stomach bubble he was hit by raw fear. He didn’t want to die in his mom’s fat stomach. He had so much to live for. He had to transform back, but it would take a miracle for that to happen.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Huh?” Rumbling, Paula looked at her door, wondering whom it could be. With a loud series of grunts she stood up, put on her top and made her way to the door, James sloshing around in her stomach as she walked. She flung the door open and nearly slammed it close. It was Angie. Did the bitch figure out that she took her pill and want it back?
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