As James felt himself get squeezed through his mother's tight esophagus, it became clear to him that Paula was going to make him her snack and no amount of wishing was going to change that. He could taste the beer that she had drank just prior to eating him as he was pushed down her throat, making him sick to his stomach (if he had one right now). He cursed the universe as he slid down the narrow chamber, feeling his mother's finger press the lump he made in her throat as he traveled to her stomach. Soon his tiny mashed-up form would land in Paula's stomach with a *SPLASH*, quickly being coated with her digestive fluids.
It smelled horrible in his mother's gut, like alcohol mixed with vomit. Try as he might to reform, it was difficult with the stomach acids all around him. Suddenly, he felt his fleshy prison contract around him.
*BUUUUUURRRRRRPPPP!* "Ahhh, thanks for the snack, Jamie", Paula said as she patted her belly, causing her flesh to jiggle and making the stomach juices splash over her son. "You're not very filling though", she said as she reached for a toothpick and plucked out the leftover bits of her son that were stuck between her teeth. "Guess I'll have to get you some company", she said, giving her gut another slap before heading out.
This wasn't good at all. It was hard enough for James to reform after being eaten by Sandy, but he hadn't been eaten by his mother before. And on top of that, he was going to have to do so after she gorged herself even more. James wasn't sure if he would survive his trip through Paula, but if he did, he made up his mind that he would leave home for good. Of course, he didn't know where he would go, but anywhere was better than where he was right now. "I feel like having some burgers. What do you think, James?", Paula asked, shaking her belly a little bit. "Sounds good, mommy. I love you so much", she answered for her son, making it look like her belly button was talking. "Love ya, too, Jamie", she laughed as she hopped in her car and drove off to a diner.
James managed to reform right as she got to a red light. "Mom! Let me out of here, please! I don't want to die!", he yelled, his voice coming out of Paula's mouth.
"Oh shut up, ya crybaby", she said, poking the large bulge her son made in her already fat gut. "You survived getting ate before. Pretty sure you're gonna survive getting squeezed out of my ass. Betcha you're gonna enjoy that, huh? Or you gonna just act like you are?"
It seemed Paula was still pretty upset with James for the earlier incident. "Mom, I'm sorry if you thought I was messing with you, but I-" He was suddenly cut off as his mother pressed into her stomach, squishing him inside of her.
"Hush. Food isn't supposed to talk", she said. "Besides, it'll look pretty weird if anyone hears some kid's voice coming out of my mouth. Just hurry up and melt already, jeez."
As the digestive juices began to work on dissolving him, James could only cry as he was slowly reduced to a living blob inside of his mother.
Once at the diner, Paula had ordered three large burgers & fries and a pitcher of beer, scarfing down her dinner and piling the meaty mush on top of her still-digesting son and soaking him with the beer that she had drank. After continuing to gorge herself, Paula waited there for a few hours until she felt she was sober enough to drive and made her way back home, narrowly avoiding a couple auto accidents. After arriving at her house, she headed straight to the bathroom. "*hic* Goddammit, Jamie. You'd better not come out until I get to the shitter", she said, letting out a small fart as she rushed to the toilet. Once there, she dropped her shorts and plopped her massive behind (which had gotten even bigger thanks to her meal) on the seat, letting out a rancid fart. "Hah! Bet you're having a great time in my ass, huh, James?", she asked as she released another fart.
Is James even still around to endure his mother's taunts and flatulence?
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