A VIP Taste of The Patricia Inside Tour
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
ovalgrape040
Victoria's voice was snuffed out by the rancid stomach excretion--like Victoria who'd escaped her fate in the girls belly--the acid too, had escaped its home.
Before the puke consumed her, all she'd got to see was the girl standing over her, clad in swimwear. The face of her own personal demon. Fear that such a sight would be the last that would ever reach her eyes.
In return however, it got to give Victoria her 'home away from home.'
Patricia's stomach contents wishing Victoria goodnight. Before tucking her in, the chunky blanket of what was meant to be her forever home doing that job.
"MMMMPH! AH-H-CK!"
The chunky guck of chewed up, soggy fries. The carbonation of the soft drinks Patricia had gulped down. The meaty burger that got mashed around inside Patricia.
If there remained any contents of... the people, then Victoria couldn't taste nor feel it. Though that wasn't even a thought she was cognizant enough to think.
Still... sharing a meal. Isn't that just so sweet~?
That's likely exactly how Patricia would've teased her had she known she was doing this.
Victoria didn't know what was worse: not even knowing you're doing this, or doing it on purpose.
All of that now rested on Victoria.
*Sppllsh!*
*Sspp-lcsh!*
The middle schooler's vomit waterfall was so unyielding and constant, that each time her mouth poured more of the seemingly endless vomit on Victoria, the more the sound began to grow adjacent to leaving on a faucet.
Victoria screamed, yet this time all she could do was catch a mouthful of the chubby goddesses barf. Pleas of desperation from the deepest depths of her soul, merely amounting to a sound most would mistake as gargling mouthwash.
Like heartburn multiplied by several times, the foreign vomit of the stranger made its way down her throat, burning at her inner workings. The acidic nature of the vomit tearing past tissue as it settled into her own stomach. Of course, more puke following right after. Over and over again. Like fattening up a bunny before stewing, only if you decided to stew with repugnant girl hurl.
Not very appetizing.
No, Victoria didn't seem to think so either.
Her skinned was burning up from the acidic vomit. Both inside and out, as it washed her body and crawled down to her stomach, lungs, everywhere.
Victoria began to wish she was never born. If it all led to this, dying in the puke of some little girl, having a stomach full of vomit, while her stomachs limits continued being pushed.
Why...
Anything!
Anything else!
She started to wish she'd died under the wrinkly heel that she once thought was the true hell.
Naive.
She kept up her thrashing, her skinned tearing everywhere as the acid had its way with her.
She wanted to curl in a ball, but all she'd get to do is be buried. No fancy funeral with all her family & friends. No chance at a husband, children, finishing her hard worked college degree.
No.
All her life's work, would amount to growing in a twelve-year-olds vomit. Because some woman twelve years ago decided to birth an evil spawn, and by pure misfortune, the child found her way to Victoria.
She'd die. Broken , unrecognizable, puke stuffed version of herself; a shell.
It'd been a few minutes into the barfing, Patricia still seeming to be going strong--Victoria? Not so much.
Asphyxiated in a pool of vomit? Still kicking? Burned by the vomits acidity?
Patricia would never know, never have to, nor would she particularly have cared anyways.
It was just splash. After splash. After splash. The horrific bodily sounds eliciting from Patricia's deepest depths, that rose to her throat. The husky gagging sound found its way to the vomit puddle, vibrating around it until Victoria heard it as though she were underwater.
Then, Patricia finally stopped, wiping the yellow muck off her mouth.
"Ew... they really just sit in this inside me?"
"Duh, you know that, Patty." Bianca texted.
Patricia stuck out her tongue playfully. "Different seeing it in person. I'm the real deal for real, huh? Sheesh."
All that remained was a large pool of vomit on the ground.
Patricia egged herself on, smiling ear to ear as she looked at her own dirty work. "All that, is all me."
"Hehe... just look at me. I'm freaking amazing, aren't I?"
She couldn't wait to see that footage.
Before the puke consumed her, all she'd got to see was the girl standing over her, clad in swimwear. The face of her own personal demon. Fear that such a sight would be the last that would ever reach her eyes.
In return however, it got to give Victoria her 'home away from home.'
Patricia's stomach contents wishing Victoria goodnight. Before tucking her in, the chunky blanket of what was meant to be her forever home doing that job.
"MMMMPH! AH-H-CK!"
The chunky guck of chewed up, soggy fries. The carbonation of the soft drinks Patricia had gulped down. The meaty burger that got mashed around inside Patricia.
If there remained any contents of... the people, then Victoria couldn't taste nor feel it. Though that wasn't even a thought she was cognizant enough to think.
Still... sharing a meal. Isn't that just so sweet~?
That's likely exactly how Patricia would've teased her had she known she was doing this.
Victoria didn't know what was worse: not even knowing you're doing this, or doing it on purpose.
All of that now rested on Victoria.
*Sppllsh!*
*Sspp-lcsh!*
The middle schooler's vomit waterfall was so unyielding and constant, that each time her mouth poured more of the seemingly endless vomit on Victoria, the more the sound began to grow adjacent to leaving on a faucet.
Victoria screamed, yet this time all she could do was catch a mouthful of the chubby goddesses barf. Pleas of desperation from the deepest depths of her soul, merely amounting to a sound most would mistake as gargling mouthwash.
Like heartburn multiplied by several times, the foreign vomit of the stranger made its way down her throat, burning at her inner workings. The acidic nature of the vomit tearing past tissue as it settled into her own stomach. Of course, more puke following right after. Over and over again. Like fattening up a bunny before stewing, only if you decided to stew with repugnant girl hurl.
Not very appetizing.
No, Victoria didn't seem to think so either.
Her skinned was burning up from the acidic vomit. Both inside and out, as it washed her body and crawled down to her stomach, lungs, everywhere.
Victoria began to wish she was never born. If it all led to this, dying in the puke of some little girl, having a stomach full of vomit, while her stomachs limits continued being pushed.
Why...
Anything!
Anything else!
She started to wish she'd died under the wrinkly heel that she once thought was the true hell.
Naive.
She kept up her thrashing, her skinned tearing everywhere as the acid had its way with her.
She wanted to curl in a ball, but all she'd get to do is be buried. No fancy funeral with all her family & friends. No chance at a husband, children, finishing her hard worked college degree.
No.
All her life's work, would amount to growing in a twelve-year-olds vomit. Because some woman twelve years ago decided to birth an evil spawn, and by pure misfortune, the child found her way to Victoria.
She'd die. Broken , unrecognizable, puke stuffed version of herself; a shell.
It'd been a few minutes into the barfing, Patricia still seeming to be going strong--Victoria? Not so much.
Asphyxiated in a pool of vomit? Still kicking? Burned by the vomits acidity?
Patricia would never know, never have to, nor would she particularly have cared anyways.
It was just splash. After splash. After splash. The horrific bodily sounds eliciting from Patricia's deepest depths, that rose to her throat. The husky gagging sound found its way to the vomit puddle, vibrating around it until Victoria heard it as though she were underwater.
Then, Patricia finally stopped, wiping the yellow muck off her mouth.
"Ew... they really just sit in this inside me?"
"Duh, you know that, Patty." Bianca texted.
Patricia stuck out her tongue playfully. "Different seeing it in person. I'm the real deal for real, huh? Sheesh."
All that remained was a large pool of vomit on the ground.
Patricia egged herself on, smiling ear to ear as she looked at her own dirty work. "All that, is all me."
"Hehe... just look at me. I'm freaking amazing, aren't I?"
She couldn't wait to see that footage.
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