Creepie stood shoulder to shoulder with her family, looking down at the floor as thousands of tiny pink creatures dashed all around. They ran madly in circles, pointing up at Creepie and her family, and screaming loudly. Creepie looked from the pinky bugs to herself, she was completely nude, but that didn’t matter, there were only bugs around to look at her. She licked her fat chops at the sight of all the squirming delicacies. They looked like tiny worms with arms and legs to Creepie. She reached down, grabbing a handful of pink bugs and threw them all into her mouth. They scrambled around her salivating mouth, trying to escape, but Creepie pushed her tongue up and swallowed them all. She could feel them all landing in her stomach, running around inside her like they had on the floor. The sensation of movement inside her made Creepie moan. She needed to feel more of this sensation.

She grabbed as many pink bugs as she could, cramming them into her maw and swallowing them as fast as she could. In her haste, she made sure to not bite down on the tiny creatures. All of them went down to her belly fully intact where they could move around freely. Hundreds of pink bugs disappeared into her belly, until it started stretching out. Creepie looked at her paunch, seeing small lumps wiggle under her stretched skin. She moaned loudly, feeling the struggles inside her become stronger and more desperate. The air must have been running out or digestion had started, either way, the bugs inside her would not lost long.

Creepie didn’t care about the pink insects deaths, all bugs have to die some time, why not in her full belly. But she did care about losing their delightful movements. She looked back at the floor to see the remaining pink bugs try to escape her. Giggling at their futile attempt to survive, Creepie got on her hands and knees and brought her open mouth to the floor. One by one she sucked the frail little bugs into her mouth, some she licked up off the ground, while others she tossed in. She crawled around, taking her time to get everyone of the pink bugs.

When she ran out of tiny bugs, she fell back onto her well-padded rear. She patted her bloated stomach, now dropping down to the floor between her knees. She rubbed her belly with one hand and moved the other to her breast. Moaning loudly, she focussed on the tiny movement inside of her. It excited her so much to know thousands of the tiny bugs were inside her, pounding their tiny fists against her stomach and dying within her gastric juices. A shadow loomed over Creepie and when she looked up to she her mother, mouth open and drooling over her pudgy body. Creepie smiled into her mother’s mouth, opening her arms wide to accept the salivating mouth.

Everything twisted and changed, the room disappeared and was replaced by sticky, hot walls of flesh that were growing smaller. Creepie felt her body being squeezed tightly into the sleek flesh and new sensations bombarded her young body. She gasped and writhed violently, feeling a pressure building up inside of her. She felt the movement inside and outside, the walls covered her and the wiggling bugs in her belly squirmed wildly. She let out a defeaning scream as something incredible happened.....



Creepie’s eyes snapped open and she let out a gasp. She looked around in confusion to see only darkness, but then was reminded where she was as the pulsating walls hugged her body tightly. Smiling with delight to still be in her mother, Creepie thought about the strange dream and the even stranger feeling she had. It was like her whole body was on fire, but the heat was coming from inside.

She felt down her body, to see if everything was right, but found several things that were unusual. Oddly, her nipples were hard, but she wasn’t cold and there was a very sticky fluid around her crotch that wasn’t mucus from her mothers gullet. Finding these things strange, but not alarming, Creepie went back to sleep. Wondering if she’d dream about the tiny pink bugs again and her mother’s huge, gaping maw again.