All in all a tasty dessert for Mrs. Garcia. Spe...
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
indighost
The kindly old Mrs. Lupe Garcia enjoyed her apple pie dessert and tea so much, that despite the audible rumbles and gentle churning sensations that the chubby old woman could feel within her plush midriff, she licked the sugary crust off her lips and wondered if she could eat a bit more.
Leaning back in her chair, the dusky-skinned, plump-bellied mature beauty pulled up the light sweater she was wearing and ran her bejeweled, lightly wrinkled, chubby fingers over her smooth, soft round belly, teasing the pocket of her navel with her fingertips, gazing at the apple pie longingly and licking her lips.
Glrrrlll...
To her great excitement, the bulge in her belly did not feel quite taut yet, but still soft. She had room for more! And yet...
"The pie sure is filling...but it is rather rich for me. Perhaps some fruit would be a healthier treat for me to enjoy."
The old woman sighed and rose from her chair, stroking her gently rumbling brown belly. She returned the partially-enjoyed pie to the refrigerator with a sense of great regret, and then , licking her lips with new excitement, pulled out a big tub of mixed fruits in sugar syrup, licking her lips--Mrs. Garcia could never have become so plush by only eating healthy.
Sitting down once more, she tore off the plastic lid and began shoveling big soup-spoonfuls of preserved fruits marinated in thick corn syrup into her mouth, pushing red cherries, orange slices, pineapple chunks, and mango cubes into her soft lips, lubricated with high fructose, her chubby tongue guiding them back into her throat, chewing some, but simply swallowing most--Ullp--
"Mmh, so tasty, and so healthy...uhrp...."
Her stomach began to reach that delicious point of almost-painful fullness, and Mrs. Garcia was beginning to wonder if now was a good time for her to slip her right hand down into her high-waisted mom jeans, and just gently massage herself there, and in fact she was already unbuttoning her jeans, and letting her ring-decorated fingers slip down there as she leaned back in her chair....feeling them slip through her curly black nether-hair bush--she had long ago given up trimming it since dedicating her life to the lofty goal of public education--her finger-tips lovingly touching her chubby vaginal lips, then slipping between to feel those meaty, wrinkled folds that she had always enjoyed massaging to help her relax in moments of sweet peace like this, all through her long life...
DING-DONG!
The doorbell rang, and there was a knock on it as well.
Mrs. Lupe Garcia yanked her fingers out of her sloppy, mature vulva and put them in her mouth to suck off the telltale scent.
"Coming!" She shouted, and buttoned up her jeans and popped one more pair of bright red, sugar-saturated cherries into her mouth, easing it into her throat with her tongue, and swallowing it with a gentle gulp.
At the door was one of her favorite students, the very bookish Genivieve "Gigi" Bernstein, a young, thin, pale white girl with quite long and curly dirty-blonde hair, an unassuming, innocent face, and big thick glasses, wearing a heavy backpack and carrying a big stack of books.
"Hi Mrs. Garcia, I was wondering if you could help me with my advanced placement math exams?"
"Certainly, darling! Step--mmh--" Mrs. Garcia blinked as she briefly felt a faint sensation in her stomach, then smiled. "Step in to my kitchen."
Gigi blinked to note that her favorite teacher's gentle coffee-and-cream-colored belly did look a little bloated, its normally chubby paunch peeking out just a bit from under her teacher's sweater--which made the girl blush slightly--but for the moment, her mind was focused on math.
***
Meanwhile, deep inside the warm, busy stomach of the kindly old teacher, Nicole was getting quite exhausted. She'd pushed, shoved, and ripped her way through Lupe's swallowed dessert, fighting through mountains of slowly melting masticated apple pie, chasing the flickering metal glint of her most valuable posession, but each time she shoved aside a butter-greased apple slice or a chunk of flaky, acid-smeared crust, she saw the stomach emit some lewd noise -- Glorrp -- and with an undulating pulse, pull the device deeper along slick wrinkly-pink alimentary flesh-folds, chasing it towards ever deeper and darker regions of the gluttonous dusky matron's digestive sac.
Nicole broke through the swamp of swallowed pies and hacked her way through the remains of previous meals--a forest of broccoli and then a canyon of quivering, stomach-juice-dripping polenta chunks--and then she finally grabbed the device , seizing it just barely from a lazy puddle of feminine gut-sludge, bread crumbs and apple seeds that the ever-pulsating fleshy prison of Lupe's belly , before her eyes, contracted suddenly and sent down a tight, puckered orifice--
"Her duodenum," Nicole breathed, watching the anus-like wrinkled pink puckered hole that marked the lower exit from Lupe's very full stomach wink open and gulp down digested paste and indigestible seeds into the warm, sweet teacher's tight, narrow intestines.
The orifice was simply far too small to make a valid exit for nicole without breaking all her arms and legs. A sudden and overwhelming "GRRRRrrrr..." from above, and the now-familiar squelch-plop--sglup--splash sound of her captor devouring still more sweets, reminded the now slime-drenched and tired-feeling nicole that no food was supposed to exit this woman's stomach in any form other than a soft sludge to be lovingly squeezed and shaped by her body into a pleasant bowel-filling paste.
"I gotta do something, fast..." She coughed, feeling the acid rapidly draining her life energy away
Holding the shrink ray device like a rifle, Nicole climbed up the various lewd, slimy flaps and folds of Lupe's stomach walls. She rested for a moment on a high flesh-ledge, watching the various chunks of fruit tumble in to the mature woman's warm stomach, filling it ever closer to maximum capacity,
She rested here for a moment, listening to Luper Garcia's warm heartbeat, thinking she could vaguely hear her voice teaching some girl how to do math.
Nicole took aim with her growth-ray-gun and fired.
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew-pewpew!
Blasting the chunks of swallowed fruit with all the remaining juice in the device, Nicole caused quite a ruckus. She enlarged cherries to the size of oranges--and their stems, too! Little sliced quarters of citrus balooned to the size of massive pyramids, filling the stomach and poking out its sides, making it stretch. Little cubes of mango and pear swelled up to massive fiber-rich monoliths that would surely test Lupe Garcia's bowel-strength.
Groooan!
The stomach roared in discomfort and frustration, now bloated beyond its usual capacity, but Nicole kept firing until there was no battery power left in the device at all, whereupon she dropped it into the pit of the gut, collapsing back against the strangely comforting belly-flaps and folds that wrapped and grinded around her lubricated, swallowed body.
"Good luck digesting that, mean old Mrs. Garcia..." Nicole coughed, and felt like she could almost fall asleep...
***
Meanwhile, in the middle of a math tutoring session, Mrs. Garcia's belly suddenly emitted a tell-tale roar. She blushed suddenly, dropped the pen she was using to guide the girl through linear algebra, and moaned.
"Oohh...Mi estomago...Bhurrrp~"
"Are you okay Mrs. Garcia?! What's happening!"
"Something---in my belly--feels wrong...Anh~!"
"Here Mrs. Garcia, let me help you lie down."
The sweet young student helping the belching, moaning older woman out of her chair and led her to the living room soft, where she helped the woman lie back.
"Oh--little Gigi--please, you don't need to--Ooh!"
"I need to get a good look at your stomach, hold still--"
The young, nerdy girl grabbed Mrs. Garcia's sweated and hiked it up - bra as well--to expose the woman's bloated, rather lumpy, groaning and gurgling belly. The young girl's soft white hands slid over it, making the old teacher whimper because it felt good, even as her fingertips brushed Lupe's only slightly-exposed brown under-bosoms.
"Ah...Gigi..."
"Mrs. Garcia, your jeans are too high, they're cramping your tummy. I'll pull them down for you."
Gigi, feeling like a rescuing hero, unbuttoned her warm-bellied, moaning teacher's very high-waisted mom-jeans and pulled them down. Immediately, there was a big Glopglopglopglop sound as plenty of digestive mush, trapped in her upper guts by the tight pants, at last was able to be pumped deeper into her intestinal tract, relieving much pressure.
"Ohh...Relief....Thank you, darling..." Mrs. Garcia moaned.
But also, with this mild undressing, the nerdy girl was treated to an eye-ful of Mrs Garcia's fragrant and wild pubic hair, as it had crept quite far up on her swollen belly over the years--and to just a hint of the sight of the slick, moist flesh-lips below.
"Uh...Whoa..." The scent of her teacher's moist vulva filled her nose--pungent and sour in a way, but also with an odd addictive effect. It's my teacher's vagina-smell.... Gigi thought, transfixed for a moment.
But Mrs Garcia, whose belly was struggling to digest magically inflated fruits that would surely keep her bowels full of fiber for days, had her long-lashed eyes closed and could only focus on the blessedly relieving feelings of young Gigi's caressing fingers.
"Thank you, darling--that feels so much better---just stroke my belly like that, gently...MMh...uhrp...Oh, that feels so much better..."
Leaning back in her chair, the dusky-skinned, plump-bellied mature beauty pulled up the light sweater she was wearing and ran her bejeweled, lightly wrinkled, chubby fingers over her smooth, soft round belly, teasing the pocket of her navel with her fingertips, gazing at the apple pie longingly and licking her lips.
Glrrrlll...
To her great excitement, the bulge in her belly did not feel quite taut yet, but still soft. She had room for more! And yet...
"The pie sure is filling...but it is rather rich for me. Perhaps some fruit would be a healthier treat for me to enjoy."
The old woman sighed and rose from her chair, stroking her gently rumbling brown belly. She returned the partially-enjoyed pie to the refrigerator with a sense of great regret, and then , licking her lips with new excitement, pulled out a big tub of mixed fruits in sugar syrup, licking her lips--Mrs. Garcia could never have become so plush by only eating healthy.
Sitting down once more, she tore off the plastic lid and began shoveling big soup-spoonfuls of preserved fruits marinated in thick corn syrup into her mouth, pushing red cherries, orange slices, pineapple chunks, and mango cubes into her soft lips, lubricated with high fructose, her chubby tongue guiding them back into her throat, chewing some, but simply swallowing most--Ullp--
"Mmh, so tasty, and so healthy...uhrp...."
Her stomach began to reach that delicious point of almost-painful fullness, and Mrs. Garcia was beginning to wonder if now was a good time for her to slip her right hand down into her high-waisted mom jeans, and just gently massage herself there, and in fact she was already unbuttoning her jeans, and letting her ring-decorated fingers slip down there as she leaned back in her chair....feeling them slip through her curly black nether-hair bush--she had long ago given up trimming it since dedicating her life to the lofty goal of public education--her finger-tips lovingly touching her chubby vaginal lips, then slipping between to feel those meaty, wrinkled folds that she had always enjoyed massaging to help her relax in moments of sweet peace like this, all through her long life...
DING-DONG!
The doorbell rang, and there was a knock on it as well.
Mrs. Lupe Garcia yanked her fingers out of her sloppy, mature vulva and put them in her mouth to suck off the telltale scent.
"Coming!" She shouted, and buttoned up her jeans and popped one more pair of bright red, sugar-saturated cherries into her mouth, easing it into her throat with her tongue, and swallowing it with a gentle gulp.
At the door was one of her favorite students, the very bookish Genivieve "Gigi" Bernstein, a young, thin, pale white girl with quite long and curly dirty-blonde hair, an unassuming, innocent face, and big thick glasses, wearing a heavy backpack and carrying a big stack of books.
"Hi Mrs. Garcia, I was wondering if you could help me with my advanced placement math exams?"
"Certainly, darling! Step--mmh--" Mrs. Garcia blinked as she briefly felt a faint sensation in her stomach, then smiled. "Step in to my kitchen."
Gigi blinked to note that her favorite teacher's gentle coffee-and-cream-colored belly did look a little bloated, its normally chubby paunch peeking out just a bit from under her teacher's sweater--which made the girl blush slightly--but for the moment, her mind was focused on math.
***
Meanwhile, deep inside the warm, busy stomach of the kindly old teacher, Nicole was getting quite exhausted. She'd pushed, shoved, and ripped her way through Lupe's swallowed dessert, fighting through mountains of slowly melting masticated apple pie, chasing the flickering metal glint of her most valuable posession, but each time she shoved aside a butter-greased apple slice or a chunk of flaky, acid-smeared crust, she saw the stomach emit some lewd noise -- Glorrp -- and with an undulating pulse, pull the device deeper along slick wrinkly-pink alimentary flesh-folds, chasing it towards ever deeper and darker regions of the gluttonous dusky matron's digestive sac.
Nicole broke through the swamp of swallowed pies and hacked her way through the remains of previous meals--a forest of broccoli and then a canyon of quivering, stomach-juice-dripping polenta chunks--and then she finally grabbed the device , seizing it just barely from a lazy puddle of feminine gut-sludge, bread crumbs and apple seeds that the ever-pulsating fleshy prison of Lupe's belly , before her eyes, contracted suddenly and sent down a tight, puckered orifice--
"Her duodenum," Nicole breathed, watching the anus-like wrinkled pink puckered hole that marked the lower exit from Lupe's very full stomach wink open and gulp down digested paste and indigestible seeds into the warm, sweet teacher's tight, narrow intestines.
The orifice was simply far too small to make a valid exit for nicole without breaking all her arms and legs. A sudden and overwhelming "GRRRRrrrr..." from above, and the now-familiar squelch-plop--sglup--splash sound of her captor devouring still more sweets, reminded the now slime-drenched and tired-feeling nicole that no food was supposed to exit this woman's stomach in any form other than a soft sludge to be lovingly squeezed and shaped by her body into a pleasant bowel-filling paste.
"I gotta do something, fast..." She coughed, feeling the acid rapidly draining her life energy away
Holding the shrink ray device like a rifle, Nicole climbed up the various lewd, slimy flaps and folds of Lupe's stomach walls. She rested for a moment on a high flesh-ledge, watching the various chunks of fruit tumble in to the mature woman's warm stomach, filling it ever closer to maximum capacity,
She rested here for a moment, listening to Luper Garcia's warm heartbeat, thinking she could vaguely hear her voice teaching some girl how to do math.
Nicole took aim with her growth-ray-gun and fired.
Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew-pewpew!
Blasting the chunks of swallowed fruit with all the remaining juice in the device, Nicole caused quite a ruckus. She enlarged cherries to the size of oranges--and their stems, too! Little sliced quarters of citrus balooned to the size of massive pyramids, filling the stomach and poking out its sides, making it stretch. Little cubes of mango and pear swelled up to massive fiber-rich monoliths that would surely test Lupe Garcia's bowel-strength.
Groooan!
The stomach roared in discomfort and frustration, now bloated beyond its usual capacity, but Nicole kept firing until there was no battery power left in the device at all, whereupon she dropped it into the pit of the gut, collapsing back against the strangely comforting belly-flaps and folds that wrapped and grinded around her lubricated, swallowed body.
"Good luck digesting that, mean old Mrs. Garcia..." Nicole coughed, and felt like she could almost fall asleep...
***
Meanwhile, in the middle of a math tutoring session, Mrs. Garcia's belly suddenly emitted a tell-tale roar. She blushed suddenly, dropped the pen she was using to guide the girl through linear algebra, and moaned.
"Oohh...Mi estomago...Bhurrrp~"
"Are you okay Mrs. Garcia?! What's happening!"
"Something---in my belly--feels wrong...Anh~!"
"Here Mrs. Garcia, let me help you lie down."
The sweet young student helping the belching, moaning older woman out of her chair and led her to the living room soft, where she helped the woman lie back.
"Oh--little Gigi--please, you don't need to--Ooh!"
"I need to get a good look at your stomach, hold still--"
The young, nerdy girl grabbed Mrs. Garcia's sweated and hiked it up - bra as well--to expose the woman's bloated, rather lumpy, groaning and gurgling belly. The young girl's soft white hands slid over it, making the old teacher whimper because it felt good, even as her fingertips brushed Lupe's only slightly-exposed brown under-bosoms.
"Ah...Gigi..."
"Mrs. Garcia, your jeans are too high, they're cramping your tummy. I'll pull them down for you."
Gigi, feeling like a rescuing hero, unbuttoned her warm-bellied, moaning teacher's very high-waisted mom-jeans and pulled them down. Immediately, there was a big Glopglopglopglop sound as plenty of digestive mush, trapped in her upper guts by the tight pants, at last was able to be pumped deeper into her intestinal tract, relieving much pressure.
"Ohh...Relief....Thank you, darling..." Mrs. Garcia moaned.
But also, with this mild undressing, the nerdy girl was treated to an eye-ful of Mrs Garcia's fragrant and wild pubic hair, as it had crept quite far up on her swollen belly over the years--and to just a hint of the sight of the slick, moist flesh-lips below.
"Uh...Whoa..." The scent of her teacher's moist vulva filled her nose--pungent and sour in a way, but also with an odd addictive effect. It's my teacher's vagina-smell.... Gigi thought, transfixed for a moment.
But Mrs Garcia, whose belly was struggling to digest magically inflated fruits that would surely keep her bowels full of fiber for days, had her long-lashed eyes closed and could only focus on the blessedly relieving feelings of young Gigi's caressing fingers.
"Thank you, darling--that feels so much better---just stroke my belly like that, gently...MMh...uhrp...Oh, that feels so much better..."
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