She gulps them down without noticing you.
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
The inside of your mom’s mouth glistens wetly as her tongue rolls lazily out to greet you. The inky blackness of her throat beckons to you past the shiny pink walls and the row of pearly white teeth. Gooey strands of her saliva crisscross the inside of her mouth as her lips part wider and wider. The image is unreal; like the side of a building suddenly opening wide to reveal the mouth to hell. Her pouty lips are speckled with fat drops of sticky syrup from the last bite and as she pulls you closer you can start to make out stray crumbs of masticated pancake across her tongue.
Everything seems to move in slow motion as each moment drags on. A warm gust of breath blowing across your sticky face as your mom exhales. Her tongue seems to wriggle slightly as if eager to savor every inch of your tiny trapped body before sentencing you to a long slow night at best… and maybe worse than that.
Your ‘unique’ relationship with your sister Tulip has given you a number of insights into your tiny condition. You know, for instance, that Tulip’s stomach cannot digest you because you have gotten the full tour of her digestive track a number of times now. And that one time with the neighbor’s dog, but that was also her fault so you usually just add that to her ever growing list of offenses. You know that you are ‘probably’ immune to stomach acid.
Yet, as that massive, soft, pink cave of doom inches closer and closer, you cannot help but reflect that ‘fear of consumption’ should not really be on anybody’s list of daily inconveniences! Further, just because you have been lucky enough to make it through Tulip’s intestines a dozen plus times now, doesn’t mean that this time will be exactly the same.
Your mother is older and, as your eyes drop for half an instant into the vast cleavage sliding by beneath you, she is certainly more developed than Tulip will ever be. What if her stomach is stronger too? What if you’re trapped inside it for a longer time? What if she eats or drinks something later that makes her bubbling digestive juices more potent? Getting eaten alive should NEVER be a humdrum experience because it never is! Hell, getting eaten at all just should NOT be an experience you can speak about with firsthand knowledge. All of that, assuming that she manages to not chew you to pieces first!
Shadow falls across your face as the oversized bite of pancake passes the edge of her lips. The world falls away; replaced with the hot, humid inside of your mother’s mouth. She lets out a soft moan of enjoyment as you struggle to claw at the sticky sap covering your own mouth. Chewing with her mouth open, you can see each time that her powerful jaws come down. They barely miss you once. Twice. Three times.
As slow as the world was moving a moment ago, it seems to speed up now as adrenaline surges through your body. You thrash wildly. A bite this big should take several chews before she can swallow you and you are determined to let her know you are there long before that ever happens.
She swallows.
“NOOO—“
You manage to get out a muffled scream of horror and surprise just as her throat opens wide to accept the half-chewed bite. Her tongue surges upwards beneath you, pushing you and your giant wad of pancake towards the dark opening of her neck. Powerful muscles clamp down, squeezing from all sides and your ears pop from the pressure change as she swallows. The trip takes forever as the vice-like tube of her throat works you lower and lower. Somewhere, you know that Tulip is watching the massive lump move down Mom’s neck before disappearing behind Mom's massive chest.
Just as your body reaches its limit and you start to pass out, the pressure vanishes. For one brief moment, you experience the joy of weightlessness before you plunge headfirst into a frothy, mushy stew of everything your mother has eaten today. You come up sputtering and spitting; so many trips into Tulip’s gut and you STILL have not learned to close your mouth before you take the plunge into the pool of bile and acid. Everything around you bubbles slowly and you can barely make out the glistening, wrinkled walls of her stomach.
Hurling curses at your sister that she will never hear past the gurgling, groaning walls of the cavern you are in; you start to climb onto the biggest pile of half-digested material. Sometimes this helps to keep you out of the bubbling lake, but this is NOT one of those times. Every step you take sinks deep into the gooey slurry until you are completely encrusted in your mom’s stomach contents.
Defeated, you sink down into the chunky slop. You cannot escape. You cannot call for help. You cannot even get mildly comfortable. All you can do it soak in Mom’s bubbling stomach and wait until you get to experience her asshole from both sides. Tulip definitely won this round, the next 24 hours will be completely miserable.
A sticky drop of saliva spatters across the top of your head just as you hear the loud but distant sound of another powerful swallow.
“Oh come ON!”
The tight ring at the bottom of her throat opens wide as a dump truck worth of food emerges and plummets towards you. You have overheard a few of Mom’s weekend boyfriends muttering about how she should swallow more. As you make a desperate attempt to leap clear of the falling ball of chewed food; you are not sure swallowing MORE is even a possibility! They should be demand she chew her food a little better!
Standing in the thick soup of stomach acids and food, you cannot possibly get clear in time and a moment later, the massive pile completely envelopes you as it lands. Slimy chewed food is everywhere; in your mouth, in your ears, you cannot even breathe as you claw your way out. Finally you manage to push your face free and inhale a deep breath of the thick, putrid air. Another enormous mouthful of food drops, landing on the first and further cementing you into place. You tug back and forth, trying to work an arm or a leg free but the every growing mountain of food keeps piling up above you until you finally give up. This seems to be your spot as the walls of her stomach start pressing in to digest you.
Hours pass as you enter a sort of stupor. The greasy, slimy world of Mom’s stomach and then her intestines floats past you as you are pushed deeper and deeper into her body.
Has she noticed I’m gone yet?
Tulip is undoubtedly working on an alibi so you have no idea what you will tell Mom when she sees you floating in the toilet. Will not matter, really; you will come up with something and then you will do everything you can to never be in this situation ever again.
Finally light cuts through the darkness and for the first time in what seems like forever, a blast of cool air rushes across your face. With a distant grunt from your mom to announce your return to the world, you are forced through the tight sphincter of her asshole. You get the briefest look at the most disgusting toilet that you have ever laid eyes on before the bowl of dingy brown seems to rush up to greet you.
“N-no! Mo—“
Your voice is weak after your long trip through your mom’s intestines and your desperate cry is cut off as you land in the toilet bowl with a loud ‘sploosh’. Like back in her stomach, you are deeply embedded in the log that she’s just squeezed out of her ass. You struggle and flail as the log turns over to keep your face below the surface, just barely managing to work an arm free. Immediately you use it to get your head back above the water.
“GAAASP! M-Mom!” Another grunt and another loud splash drops a second log neatly beside the first. This entire experience is disgusting and you so wish this were the first time; but it is not. This is the part where Tulip would make you beg before fishing you out.
But Tulip is not here this time. Mom is, except she has no idea that you are struggling just to tread water beneath you. Light filters into the bowl as she tugs at a piece of toilet paper and wipes herself, the sheet of soiled paper actually falling over you. Cursing your standard luck, you manage to free a second arm from your warm, clay-like prison before fighting your way though the now soaking wet paper.
You realize you have got to hurry. It looks like Mom’s in some disgusting public restroom and you cannot just let her walk off and abandon you here of all places! The bowl is streaked with every bodily fluid you can imagine and a few that you would never imagine finding here. As you finally pull apart the paper above your head, you get the briefest glimpse of your full dressed mom as she steps out of the stall.
“N… no, Mom! MOM!!”
The whole situation is just getting worse and worse! All you wanted was some breakfast! Now you’ve got to find a way out of the bowl before…
Already another woman is stepping into the stall. Younger than your mother, she is wearing expensive clothes and has a long mane of platinum blond hair. Everything about her screams ‘spoiled daddy’s girl’, but it does not matter now. She is your saving angel as soon as you get her attention and you are in luck this time because her nose wrinkles in disgusts as she looks directly at you.
Except… No hint of recognition crosses her face. Instead she presses a hand to her lips as if fighting down her gag reflex as she looks at the two steamers your mom left her.
“Like… Eww… Some people can be SO gross.”
You barely have time to register her movement before it’s too late. With a flick of her slender wrist, she flushes the toilet and you start to swirl around the bowl. You get one last glimpse of her perfect ass eclipsing all light before you are swallowed down the drain forever.
The ultimate moral of the story: pancakes are deadly.
Everything seems to move in slow motion as each moment drags on. A warm gust of breath blowing across your sticky face as your mom exhales. Her tongue seems to wriggle slightly as if eager to savor every inch of your tiny trapped body before sentencing you to a long slow night at best… and maybe worse than that.
Your ‘unique’ relationship with your sister Tulip has given you a number of insights into your tiny condition. You know, for instance, that Tulip’s stomach cannot digest you because you have gotten the full tour of her digestive track a number of times now. And that one time with the neighbor’s dog, but that was also her fault so you usually just add that to her ever growing list of offenses. You know that you are ‘probably’ immune to stomach acid.
Yet, as that massive, soft, pink cave of doom inches closer and closer, you cannot help but reflect that ‘fear of consumption’ should not really be on anybody’s list of daily inconveniences! Further, just because you have been lucky enough to make it through Tulip’s intestines a dozen plus times now, doesn’t mean that this time will be exactly the same.
Your mother is older and, as your eyes drop for half an instant into the vast cleavage sliding by beneath you, she is certainly more developed than Tulip will ever be. What if her stomach is stronger too? What if you’re trapped inside it for a longer time? What if she eats or drinks something later that makes her bubbling digestive juices more potent? Getting eaten alive should NEVER be a humdrum experience because it never is! Hell, getting eaten at all just should NOT be an experience you can speak about with firsthand knowledge. All of that, assuming that she manages to not chew you to pieces first!
Shadow falls across your face as the oversized bite of pancake passes the edge of her lips. The world falls away; replaced with the hot, humid inside of your mother’s mouth. She lets out a soft moan of enjoyment as you struggle to claw at the sticky sap covering your own mouth. Chewing with her mouth open, you can see each time that her powerful jaws come down. They barely miss you once. Twice. Three times.
As slow as the world was moving a moment ago, it seems to speed up now as adrenaline surges through your body. You thrash wildly. A bite this big should take several chews before she can swallow you and you are determined to let her know you are there long before that ever happens.
She swallows.
“NOOO—“
You manage to get out a muffled scream of horror and surprise just as her throat opens wide to accept the half-chewed bite. Her tongue surges upwards beneath you, pushing you and your giant wad of pancake towards the dark opening of her neck. Powerful muscles clamp down, squeezing from all sides and your ears pop from the pressure change as she swallows. The trip takes forever as the vice-like tube of her throat works you lower and lower. Somewhere, you know that Tulip is watching the massive lump move down Mom’s neck before disappearing behind Mom's massive chest.
Just as your body reaches its limit and you start to pass out, the pressure vanishes. For one brief moment, you experience the joy of weightlessness before you plunge headfirst into a frothy, mushy stew of everything your mother has eaten today. You come up sputtering and spitting; so many trips into Tulip’s gut and you STILL have not learned to close your mouth before you take the plunge into the pool of bile and acid. Everything around you bubbles slowly and you can barely make out the glistening, wrinkled walls of her stomach.
Hurling curses at your sister that she will never hear past the gurgling, groaning walls of the cavern you are in; you start to climb onto the biggest pile of half-digested material. Sometimes this helps to keep you out of the bubbling lake, but this is NOT one of those times. Every step you take sinks deep into the gooey slurry until you are completely encrusted in your mom’s stomach contents.
Defeated, you sink down into the chunky slop. You cannot escape. You cannot call for help. You cannot even get mildly comfortable. All you can do it soak in Mom’s bubbling stomach and wait until you get to experience her asshole from both sides. Tulip definitely won this round, the next 24 hours will be completely miserable.
A sticky drop of saliva spatters across the top of your head just as you hear the loud but distant sound of another powerful swallow.
“Oh come ON!”
The tight ring at the bottom of her throat opens wide as a dump truck worth of food emerges and plummets towards you. You have overheard a few of Mom’s weekend boyfriends muttering about how she should swallow more. As you make a desperate attempt to leap clear of the falling ball of chewed food; you are not sure swallowing MORE is even a possibility! They should be demand she chew her food a little better!
Standing in the thick soup of stomach acids and food, you cannot possibly get clear in time and a moment later, the massive pile completely envelopes you as it lands. Slimy chewed food is everywhere; in your mouth, in your ears, you cannot even breathe as you claw your way out. Finally you manage to push your face free and inhale a deep breath of the thick, putrid air. Another enormous mouthful of food drops, landing on the first and further cementing you into place. You tug back and forth, trying to work an arm or a leg free but the every growing mountain of food keeps piling up above you until you finally give up. This seems to be your spot as the walls of her stomach start pressing in to digest you.
Hours pass as you enter a sort of stupor. The greasy, slimy world of Mom’s stomach and then her intestines floats past you as you are pushed deeper and deeper into her body.
Has she noticed I’m gone yet?
Tulip is undoubtedly working on an alibi so you have no idea what you will tell Mom when she sees you floating in the toilet. Will not matter, really; you will come up with something and then you will do everything you can to never be in this situation ever again.
Finally light cuts through the darkness and for the first time in what seems like forever, a blast of cool air rushes across your face. With a distant grunt from your mom to announce your return to the world, you are forced through the tight sphincter of her asshole. You get the briefest look at the most disgusting toilet that you have ever laid eyes on before the bowl of dingy brown seems to rush up to greet you.
“N-no! Mo—“
Your voice is weak after your long trip through your mom’s intestines and your desperate cry is cut off as you land in the toilet bowl with a loud ‘sploosh’. Like back in her stomach, you are deeply embedded in the log that she’s just squeezed out of her ass. You struggle and flail as the log turns over to keep your face below the surface, just barely managing to work an arm free. Immediately you use it to get your head back above the water.
“GAAASP! M-Mom!” Another grunt and another loud splash drops a second log neatly beside the first. This entire experience is disgusting and you so wish this were the first time; but it is not. This is the part where Tulip would make you beg before fishing you out.
But Tulip is not here this time. Mom is, except she has no idea that you are struggling just to tread water beneath you. Light filters into the bowl as she tugs at a piece of toilet paper and wipes herself, the sheet of soiled paper actually falling over you. Cursing your standard luck, you manage to free a second arm from your warm, clay-like prison before fighting your way though the now soaking wet paper.
You realize you have got to hurry. It looks like Mom’s in some disgusting public restroom and you cannot just let her walk off and abandon you here of all places! The bowl is streaked with every bodily fluid you can imagine and a few that you would never imagine finding here. As you finally pull apart the paper above your head, you get the briefest glimpse of your full dressed mom as she steps out of the stall.
“N… no, Mom! MOM!!”
The whole situation is just getting worse and worse! All you wanted was some breakfast! Now you’ve got to find a way out of the bowl before…
Already another woman is stepping into the stall. Younger than your mother, she is wearing expensive clothes and has a long mane of platinum blond hair. Everything about her screams ‘spoiled daddy’s girl’, but it does not matter now. She is your saving angel as soon as you get her attention and you are in luck this time because her nose wrinkles in disgusts as she looks directly at you.
Except… No hint of recognition crosses her face. Instead she presses a hand to her lips as if fighting down her gag reflex as she looks at the two steamers your mom left her.
“Like… Eww… Some people can be SO gross.”
You barely have time to register her movement before it’s too late. With a flick of her slender wrist, she flushes the toilet and you start to swirl around the bowl. You get one last glimpse of her perfect ass eclipsing all light before you are swallowed down the drain forever.
The ultimate moral of the story: pancakes are deadly.
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