Emily heard footsteps. Someone was about to walk into the kitchen.
"Shit," Karen hissed, spraying tiny (well, not tiny to Emily) globs of spittle on Emily. Emily felt Karen's warm hand suddenly tilt, and she plummeted into Karen's cleavage. She tumbled down the side of one of Karen's floppy, soft boobs. Sticking out her arms, she tried to grab a hold of something as she slid down Karen's wrinkled belly. Finally, she stopped on the hem of Karen's frilly underwear. Emily tried not to puke as she thought about how close she was to this older woman's sex. She looked upward. The crack of light coming in through Karen's neckline shone on an emerald pendant that hung deep between her breasts. Of course, there was no reaching that now, not with how small Emily's tiny, pathetic body was. The enormous wall of Karen's belly gave a terrifying, low grumble at being denied its tiny morsel.
"Have you seen Emily recently?" asked Jason. "I know she was taking a nap on the couch earlier, but I can't find her anywhere."
"Oh I'm sure she's somewhere close by," said Karen. Emily saw Karen's chest heave up and down as the giant lady giggled.
"It's really strange, I saw her clothes all dumped out on the floor."
"Why would she do that? That outfit looks great on her. Your wife is so cute I could just eat her up."
Emily couldn't see it, but Jason looked at his mother funny, not expecting to hear a compliment about his wife.
Karen giggled again. She took a few steps around the kitchen, and as she did so Emily held on tight to the hem of her underwear. She didn't know which was worse, tumbling across the older woman's underwear and possibly down her pant leg onto the floor to be stepped on, or to tumble inside it.
Karen's stomach gave another roar. Emily wished she had her hands free to plug her ears against Karen's rumbling guts, which were even louder inside her shirt than when she was outside it. She tried not to think about how fast she would digest at this size. Submerged in a pool of the older woman's stomach acids. Surrounded by the stink of this disgusting older woman's digesting food. She would be totally helpless.
"You sound hungry," said Jason, laughing.
"Well, I was about to get myself a little snack, but you interrupted me."
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