You had been watched over for the past week by the new housekeeper, Rachel. She was a short, blonde woman, with a little bit of meat on her bones, only complimenting her E cup breasts and glorious ass. She was in her mid forties, but had no other job opportunities than the maid-nanny combo which housekeeping consisted of. She had been eyeing you for the past couple days, but you just shrugged it off to no real thought.
This proved to be not the brightest idea of yours, despite your foolproof system for not dying. The gorgeous MILF made her way over to your entrapped self, and lifted the cup which held you prisoner. "How you doing down there little Mike?" she boomed over you. "Hold on to it, I don't really care. I'm gonna make you into my little snack!" She pulled the bread out of the pantry, setting it right next to you, almost tauntingly. She then pulls out the mayonnaise, and with a bread knife, spreads the cream over both the slices, licking her lips and occasionally peaking down at you, her soon to be morsel.
She plucks you off of the counter, and plasters you to the wheat product, before sticking the other piece of bread atop your back. You can see everything as she picks your sandwich up, bringing you slowly to her awaiting maw. You smell her horrid, steamy breath as she brings you into the cavern of moist, warm doom, bringing her teeth down on the bread, and you try your hardest to avoid her chomping molars as you are freed from the stickiness of the bread. You sit and rest on the center of the mature woman's tongue as the chewed up bread clings to your soaked body. The feeling is of utter disgust as she gives you a final view of the outside world, before a defining gulp sends you plummeting to the depths of her digestive system.
You fall down the esophagus of the beauty, and plop into the belly of the beast. You look around and see half digested, chewed up pieces of food resting in the green liquid of stomach acid. Having experienced this before, you sigh and wait for the acids to engulf you, falling asleep in the warm prison of flesh. You awake in the bed which you arose from this morning, and stretch in disbelief as you walk downstairs to see the fully sized woman rubbing her stomach, now exposed from her rolled up t shirt, and resting on the couch in front of the flat screen TV.
She looks over to see you, in disbelief, and with a stunned face asks "How are you back?!"
You reply to Rachel with
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