Chapter 1 Page 16 - The Hunger of the Youngest The One Inch Son chapter 16 by The Reaper

Werka watched the scene from the doorway, her blue eyes narrowing as she processed the sight of her mother and sister draped over the tiny, trembling man. A sharp, hot needle of jealousy pierced her chest, a sudden realization that she had been left out of this intimate, colossal exchange.

Mati lay gasping on the sheets, his small frame still vibrating from the intensity of Paula's release, completely unaware of the predatory gaze fixing upon him.

Werka stepped forward, her pink dress whispering against her legs, the fabric fluttering like a warning flag. She didn't speak; she didn't ask for a turn.

In one fluid, blurring motion, the youngest daughter lunged. Her hand swept across the white expanse of the bed, snatching Mati up before Alice or Paula could even blink.

"Wait, Werka!" Paula started to shout, but the words were cut short.

Werka didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth wide, her lips forming a soft, pink cavern, and tossed the one-inch man inside. With a single, decisive gulp, Mati vanished past her throat.

A heavy, reverberating silence fell over the room for a heartbeat, and then Werka leaned back, her throat working as she swallowed hard.

*BURRRRRP!*

The sound was thunderous, a guttural explosion of air that shook the very air around them, signaling the successful conquest of her prize.

Werka sighed, a look of pure, smug contentment crossing her youthful face, and slowly patted her flat, skinny belly with a delicate hand.

"WERKA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! LET MATI OUT, NOW!" Paula screamed, leaping up from the bed, her face twisted in a mask of sheer panic.

Alice's complexion turned a ghostly shade of pale, her maternal instincts screaming in terror as she looked at her youngest daughter's stomach.

"OH MY GOD! SON! SON, CAN YOU HEAR ME?! MOMMY IS HERE! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE NOW, SWEETY! I'M HERE FOR YOU!" Alice wailed, her voice shaking the walls.

Werka simply smiled, a dreamy, romantic expression in her eyes, as she felt the tiny, frantic scratching of Mati against the walls of her esophagus.

"He's so warm in here," Werka whispered, her voice airy and light. "Why would I let him go when he finally belongs only to me?"

"This isn't a game, Werka! He can't breathe in there!" Paula yelled, reaching out to grab her sister's arm, shaking her violently.

Werka giggled, the sound bubbling up from her chest, and she pressed her palm more firmly against her stomach, feeling the small, desperate thumps of her brother.

"He's breathing just fine," Werka lied, her voice humming with a newfound sense of power. "He's just... tucked away. Safe and sound in my tummy."

Alice collapsed to her knees, her big rounded bust heaving with desperation. "Please, Werka, honey, give him back to me! You're hurting him!"

"He was yours for too long, Mom," Werka replied, her tone shifting from shy to possessive. "And Paula had her fun. Now it's my turn to keep him."

Inside the dark, humid vault of Werka's body, Mati was fighting for air, his small hands slapping against the pulsing, muscular walls of her throat.

He could hear their voices, distorted and booming like gods fighting in the heavens, their screams echoing through the flesh that imprisoned him.

"Get him out of there!" Paula roared, attempting to reach around Werka to poke her stomach, hoping to provoke a gag reflex.

Werka stepped back with a playful hop, dodging Paula's reach with a giggle. "No! He's my little secret now!"

Alice began to sob, her face buried in her hands, the same red apron now stained with the tears of a terrified mother.

"Werka, I am begging you," Alice gasped. "He is your brother! He is a human being, not a toy!"

"He's a little jewel," Werka countered, her eyes shimmering. "And jewels belong in a velvet box. My tummy is his new home."

Paula's panic shifted into a cold, hard anger. She lunged forward, grabbing Werka by the shoulders of her pink dress, shaking her.

"Spit him out! Spit him out right now or I swear I'll—"

Werka let out a soft, mocking sigh and leaned her head back, her throat undulating as she felt Mati slide further down toward her stomach.

"Oops," Werka whispered. "I think he just went deeper."

Alice let out a strangled scream, her eyes wide with horror. "Deeper? Where is he? Werka, tell me exactly where he is!"

Werka looked down at her skinny stomach, a look of intense concentration on her face. "I think... he's just settling in. It's very cozy in here, isn't it, Mati?"

Mati felt the walls of the stomach close in around him, the acidic heat and the crushing pressure of the organ squeezing his small frame.

He tried to scream, but his voice was a mere vibration, swallowed by the thick, wet walls of his sister's interior.

"Let him go!" Paula screamed, trying to pry Werka's arms away from her own body, attempting to force her to bend over.

Werka resisted, her small frame surprisingly sturdy as she clung to the sensation of Mati moving inside her.

"Maybe if you're nice, I'll let him out for a little bit," Werka teased, her voice returning to that shy, doll-like tone.

"Nice? You've kidnapped your own brother in your gut!" Paula yelled, her face turning red with exertion.

Alice reached out, her large hand trembling as she touched Werka's stomach, trying to feel for the lump of her son.

"My baby... my poor little baby," Alice whimpered, the sound of her voice vibrating through Werka's skin.

Werka leaned into her mother's touch, closing her eyes. "He's safe, Mommy. He's just having a nap."

"Scream for us, Mati!" Alice begged, pressing her ear against Werka's belly. "Please, just make a sound!"

Inside, Mati kicked with all his might, a tiny, desperate surge of energy against the velvet walls of the stomach.

Werka gasped, her eyes flying open. "Oh! He's awake! He's dancing for me!"

"He's not dancing, he's suffocating!" Paula shrieked, finally managing to trip Werka, sending the girl tumbling onto the bed.

As Werka hit the mattress, the impact jarred her internals, and a sudden, violent contraction of her throat occurred.

Werka's mouth flew open, and with a massive, wet heave, Mati was launched back into the air, coated in thick, glistening slime.

He landed with a soft thud on the white sheets, gasping for air, his black clothes ruined and soaked in the fluids of his sister's body.

Alice immediately scooped him up, pressing him against her cheek, her tears falling like rain onto his tiny, shivering form.

Paula stood over Werka, her hands on her hips, her blue eyes flashing with fury. "Don't you ever do that again!"

Werka sat up, her expression not one of remorse, but of lingering longing, her gaze fixed on the small, drenched man in her mother's arms.

"He tasted like vanilla," Werka whispered, licking her lips with a slow, deliberate motion.