This choice: Get rid of them now, no evidence. • Go Back...Chapter #5Get rid of them now, no evidence. by: The1SwagKing   Alex lifted her hand that held Claire and Luke to her face. Alex had made her decision. It wasn't an easy one, but she had opted to get rid of them. She decided that they could be found by no one, and must be disposed of.
"Sorry guys, if people found out about this whole publicity stunt then there would be a huge ethical debate. We can't have that happen, and you guys seem to be the only evidence of this going wrong. Sooooo...." She says to the obviously terrified prisoners held within her hand.
"I'm sure that you'll make a delicious snack though." Alex says with a smirk. She then put her mother in a bowl as she picked Luke off of her other hand. Alex slowly raised Luke above her head. With a slight giggle, Alex opened her mouth and began to lower Luke. Luke began to scream and flail about as the wet, warm, moist abyss slowly grew closer and closer. As he approached, Alex's tongue came out to welcome him. It was like a giant red carpet. His struggling feet touched the tipped of her tongue, drenching Luke's feet in saliva. He felt Alex's grip release as he landed on the giant tongue. As the tongue slowly retreated in, he could see Alex's sharp teeth. Alex's jaw snaps shut, trapping Luke and blocking out all light. Alex began to savor Luke, swishing him in her saliva and rolling him around with her tongue. "Mmmmm" Alex said, as she bashed Luke against the walls and roof of her mouth. This went on for several seconds, however, the taste began to fade and Alex began to bore of Luke. Alex tilted her head back, and with a mighty swallow, she sent Luke down her esophagus. Claire watched as Alex placed her right hand on her neck and traced a huge lump down from her neck to her chest. "Mmmmm, delicious. I can feel him struggling in there." Alex said, looking at her stomach, as she rubbed it and licked her lips.
Her attention then turned to the entrapped Claire, silent with shock as Alex brought her massive hand down to the tiny woman, picking her up to do the same. She then started licking the woman, getting as much flavor as she thought she could enjoy.
"Y'know? I think I could add some flavor to you!" Alex says as she carries her victim into the kitchen. Dropping Claire on a plate, Alex squirts Claire with ketchup, and puts her in a hotdog bun. "There we go! I'll call it a Hot Mom!" She says laughing slightly at her joke. She then brings the food up to her mouth and starts taking bites at the newly invented culinary treat.
Alex begins to bite into the hotdog bun. However, not with enough pressure to kill her mother, just enough to break apart the bun and rough her up a bit. As Claire enters her daughter's mouth, she refused to go down without a fight and began struggling. She dodged tiny bits of bread, which occasionally get stuck to her wet, sticky body as Alex kept cycling more of the bun in. "Your demise is imminent." Alex states knowing Claire was doomed. All of Claire's struggling though was in vain, as she becomes fatigue and a giant chunk of bread wipes her out. She ends up falling to the back of the giant woman's mouth, and hits the back of Alex's throat as she then falls down Alex's esophagus, and joins Luke in the stomach of their captor.
Alex, released a loud belch from the morsels that were now swimming around in the acid which was slowly eating away at her family members. The acids were burning them, chewing away at her mother and brother. It wouldn't be long before her stomach end their lives, and they become nothing more than fat on her body. With them gone, Alex decides that she should...
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