The next night finds you at the meeting spot you had designated with Max on the phone. You are hanging onto a large briefcase which your wife and daughters filled with toilet paper- that way if Max opened it he could get a preview of his fate. Speaking of your wife and daughters, they are currently hidden in the shadows waiting for their prey to show up.

A car pulled up and Max and his crew stepped out. Max was a careful guy, so he refused to let any women on his crew. Too many loan sharks had disappeared down the throats of their female enforcers for Max's liking. His crew consisted of two burly men, each with pistols strapped to their sides.

"So the old woman decided to bail you out huh?" Max sneers as he approaches you.

"Yeah..." You mumble as you hand the briefcase over.

"What the fuck is this?" Max suddenly yells angrily as he opens the briefcase only to find it filled with toilet paper.

"That's what my daughters and I am going to need after we're finished with you and your goons." The cold voice of your wife calls.

"Shit!" Max swears. He goes to pull out his pistol, but your wife has his arms restrained before he can pull it out. She turns Max so he can see his two goons.

You watch as Anne grins at Max then swallows his first enforcer in five powerful swallows. The enforcer screams and struggles within the now bloated belly of your daughter.

"Mmm... he was tasty." Anne coos.

"My turn!" Connie calls with an excited smile. The enforcer she has restrained pales in color as he watches your daughter's mouth extend and engulf his head. She locked eyes with Max and slowly swallowed his enforcer down. Finally after two minutes of slow swallowing, the enforcer was curled up in a ball in her extended stomach.

"Ahhh, he was much tastier than Max would've been. Thanks for volunteering to eat him Mom." Connie grins.

"You don't want to eat me! I can..."

"I don't want to eat you." Liz interrupts in a disgusted tone. "You're ugly, you smell bad and you're a little greasy. But you've been preying on my husband, and I will not allow that to continue."

"I won't ever talk to your husband again! I promise!"

"You won't." Liz confirms. "Connie, Anne, would you be so kind as to come and spice this disgusting man for me? I need something to at least make his taste bearable."

"NO! PLEASE DON'T!" Max screams in terror as your two daughters start sprinkling an assortment of spices on him.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Max screams as your wife's mouth engulfs his head. You can tell Liz is not enjoying eating Max, as she quickly slurps him into her stomach in a matter of seconds.

"Gross gross gross!" Liz complains. "God you tasted so bad. I'm doing the entire world a favor by getting rid of you."

"PLEASE LET ME OUT! I'M SORRY, I WON'T EVER TALK TO YOU OR YOUR FAMILY AGAIN!"

"I'll let you out tomorrow." Liz nonchalantly replies. You stare in awe at your family. Your wife and your daughters stomachs were filled with people who used to make your life hell.

"Now you're safe sweetie." Liz smiles when she notices your eyes glued to her stomach.

"Yep, you don't have to worry about those jerks ever again Dad!" Connie adds.

"But do you think you can take us home? This picnic was fun, but I want to take a nap. This guy was a pretty big meal."

You smile at your family. You're truly lucky to have them. "Of course. I can't have my girls being tired out in the street now can I? Let's get you all home."

As you're driving home your family casually chats about what's been going on in their lives. Your wife and daughters completely ignore the struggles and pleas of their victims. While you're driving, you find out that Anne has taken a slave that she is thinking about actually dating, but she's also strongly considering just eating him. Connie appears to have developed an interest in anal vore and has been anal voring some of her latest victims.

And Liz just ate an idiot man who tried to take her job through smooth talking. It was certainly unsettling for you how casually all three women talked about ending men's lives, but you knew that not only were you safe from their stomachs, their stomachs were available to protect you.

You pulled in the driveway to your home.

"Oh my god!" Liz gasps.

You look at your wife, wondering what surprised her.