"Well, well. Breakfast in bed."

With a start, Sonja wakes, once again finding herself naked in bed with Larry. It's bad enough reforming in his room every time, but does she have to appear in his bed?
Wait, she doesn't, does she? If her theory about clothes is correct, she should be appearing near her clothing, not in the bed, right? So...
However a little feeling around locates her panties and bra, which had somehow gotten stuck between the sheets. Not a real shock, given the number of times she had stripped on this bed. Well, at least she can avoid a little of the impropriety...

Wait, she had had this idea last night, and it is looking even better today... "Hi Larry. Before you have breakfast, could you promise to do me a favor? I haven't been in my clothes too much, but I'd still like them cleaned. Could you take them to my home...along with the comics and the Playboy?"

"I can't today, but I can do it after school tomorrow easily enough. That be good enough?"

"It should do fine." It should mean she gets eaten another half-dozen times that way, but Sonja is more worried about not being worried about that than she is what seems to be just a minor annoyance, and not even entirely that. "Now give me a 'kiss'."

Larry does that by opening his mouth wide and engulfing Sonja's head. She responds by clutching the blanket around her so he can only see her head. Proper behavior must be followed as much as possible. It didn't count [not really anyway...honest...] that they had probably been sleeping tangled together for an hour, nor that he would touch just about every square inch of her as he swallowed her. But that he got an unneccessary peek in the process, that is not to happen.

It doesn't. As inch after inch of lovely skin is explosed, inch after inch of tender delicious flesh is consumed. Even as his tongue licking her enflamed breasts sets her to thrashing with passion, she avoids kicking the blankets off. It is even easier to do as he caresses her damp need. Each fist clutches a handfu of cloth, and her spasms as she goes over the top merely cause her to clutch tighter. A blinding explosing of joy as he reaches her knees does cause enough kicking to expose her calves, but that's on display anyway. Once again she is quietly tucked away in his belly.

And so the day continues. Sonja reforms, she and Larry mess around awhile with homework, comics, anything at all, he eats her, and digests her, and the cycle repeats. Sonja has trouble deciding if this is all very dull and she can't wait to escape and get back to normal, or if it is all wonderful and the only reason to end it is that it is going to have to end anyway and she had best end it while the consequences are small. Possibly both are true.

But eventually it is morning again, and Sonja can remind Larry as he starts for school with her in his stomach, "Now don't forget to drop my clothing and comics off at my house."