Her mom happily hopped on the bed and got closer to her daughter. "What is it Creepie?" "Well mom, it's just that, today, I finally noticed how..." She grabbed her mother and smirked. "Tasty you look." "Creepie! Let me go this instant! I'm not your breakfast I'm your mother!" "Not today." She said and stuffed her mom into her mouth, she tasted of green apples. "Mmmm, so good." Creepie said as she gulped, sending her squirming mother down to the gurgling pit that was her stomach. Creepie got up and rubbed her stomach, her mother could be heard screaming for Creepie to let her out and the struggles only felt good to Creepie. "I guess this is what being a pred is like." She chuckled, what now?
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