"That's right, sweet Timothy. I'm going to gobble you right up!" she licks her lips slowly and you see the hunger in her eyes.
"Please Mom! Please don't do this! I don't want to be eaten!"
Your mom smiled sympathetically at you. "Of course you don't want to be eaten, my sweet little boy. But, you see, this isn't about what you want. You might as well get used to it. You're food now and who better to be eaten by than your own mother?"
"I'll do anything you want, Mom, just please don't eat me!"
"It's no use begging, my sweet. I've told you, now that you've been shrunk there's no turning back. You're food. If Erica hadn't been after some extra cash then your big sister would probably already have eaten you!"
"Oh my poor boy, it'll be alright! I promise it'll be lovely and warm for you inside Mommy's tummy!" she lifts you up and dangles you precariously over her open mouth and you feel the warmth of her breath wafting over you as she prepares to lower you onto her waiting tongue.
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