You start the long trek across the huge wooden table, which must be at least three times the size of your old living room, your family paying you almost no mind at all. Your mom has finally sat herself down to eat at the end of the table opposite your dad, and you hope she'll notice you to answer your questions. You want to be sure that your family really has completely forgotten being your size, and if they've always been like this then how did you come about? Things just aren't adding up right now, and if this is the world you're going to be living in now you'd like some answers.
As you pass in front of Jake you notice him suddenly get up on his knees in his chair, presumably to reach something in the center of the table. You then find yourself diving out of the way as you're nearly swiped clean off the table by the huge syrup bottle he's grabbing! Considering a 15' tall kid only has his head above the top of the table, you're pretty sure that's a fall you'd really rather not take at your size.
"Sorry Steven!" Jake whispers apologetically when he sees you getting up and dusting yourself off. He slowly sits back down with the syrup and begins drenching his flapjacks with gallons of it, apparently not letting the fact that he could've just killed you worry him for too long. Maybe this is another effect of them being used to being huge. Giving yourself a moment to stop shaking, you make sure the rest of your path to your mom is clear before continuing.
"So, Liz honey, how's school going?" Gwen asks between bites. "Highschool treating you well?"
"Yeah!" she says over a mouthful of her own food. "I mean, it was a little difficult to take some of my classes at first, but it's getting better! I was really lucky to get a lot of classes on the second floor so I can just sorta look through the window and take notes. Plus, I've had somebody really nice showing me all around since my first day!"
"Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart! You're still good friends this whole time?"
"Yeah, I guess, uhh, you could say that..." Your sister's pale cheeks start blushing as she begins to talk about this friend. "He always comes to have lunch with me outside... And he's invited me to come come see him play for the baseball team, and he's really good! And..."
"Ooh, so this friend is a boy, hmmm?" Gwen says with a playfully accusing smile on her face, making Liz turn even more red. "What's his name?"
"His name is Carter," Liz says, although she's clearly very embarrassed. "And really we're just friends! Don't get any ideas, Mom
"But wait..." Jake thinks, tapping his fork to his sticky lower lip, "if you're a girl, and he's a boy that's your friend, doesn't that make him your boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend!" Liz blurts out, burying her now beet red face in her huge pajama top as Jake giggles uncontrollably.
During this whole conversation you've successfully navigated the breakfast table and have arrived at the opposite end of your mom's plate from her, a spot you consider safe from being swatted or squished by accident. Speaking of her plate, you realize the pancakes the twins are eating look like mini toaster pancakes compared to these! The one on her plate looks twice as big as a a playground merry go round covered in syrup!
"Mom! Hey, Mom!" you call up to her, waving to get her attention. Unfortunately she's still occupied with her conversation with Liz, holding in a giggle herself at her daughter's expense.
"Sweetheart, there's no need to be embarrassed about liking a boy," she says, reaching her fork to the stack of pancakes at the middle of the table and stabbing one. "It's just natural. But we won't bother you about him if you don't want us too. Right Jake?" She eyes your little brother firmly, but not punishingly.
"Okay, mom," he laughs, trying to control his giggles.
As you continue trying to get Gwen's attention, you're suddenly slammed in the back with what feels like the force of a truck, but the softness of a pillow. The sugary goop June left all over you causes you to stick to the flat surface, and you find yourself flying forward toward the pancake on your mom's plate!
SPLAT
Everything is warm, dark, and incredibly sticky, and it takes you a moment to realize what exactly just happened. It seems you were swept up by the pancake your mom was grabbing, and now you're trapped between two of them! You curse the rich and heavy nature of your mom's homemade pancake batter, as their weight combined with the almost glue-like syrup has you completely immobilized. If there were ever a time for your family to notice you, now would be the time.
"While we're on the subject, how's school going for you two?" Gwen continues, turning to the twins, completely oblivious to the fact that her son is trapped in her breakfast.
"It's so much fun!" June says happily.
"Nuh uh, school is so boring!" Jake contradicts her in regular fashion. Your mom just smiles.
"I had a feeling..." she chuckles under her breath. "June, why do you love it so much?"
"Well, 'cause I get to see all my friends every day, and we get to learn all kinds of cool stuff, and someday I'm gonna be in highschool like Liz and have a boyf-- uhh, lots more friends!" A glare from across the table quickly helped June to word the last part of her answer better.
"And Jake, why do you think it's so boring?" Gwen sinks her fork into both pancakes at once, and you can feel the shift as she removes a piece from them. Now you're really starting to panic. You can't free yourself, and you can't count on your family to remember you; what's going to happen to you?!
"'Cause all they make you do is follow rules and stay quiet and read. There's no videogames or anything!"
"That's 'cause playing videogames doesn't teach you anything," June tells him, sticking out her tongue. "Books do."
"Does so! Mario Kart taught me how to drive!"
"Oh yeah? When was the last time you saw Mommy throwing turtle shells out the window when she drives us places?"
Gwen just laughs to herself and shakes her head as her two youngest go back and forth, realizing full well the kind of mess she'd create by getting them to give their differing opinions. She lets them ramble on and continues eating her breakfast, eating away your prison piece by piece. Being trapped at the farthest possible point from her, you wouldn't be surprised if the suspense killed you before the fork does. You try to kick and scream and make yourself noticeable in any sort of way, but none of it works. You stay sandwiched between the warm, fluffy flapjacks until your piece is somehow the only one left.
"Hmmm..." You hear Gwen thinking above you, unbearably prolonging your inevitable fate. "Hey, where'd Steven go? I was sure he came out for breakfast." Could this be your chance?
"I'M DOWN HERE MOM!" you scream at the top of your lungs only to have it muffled by your cushy prison. "I'M IN THE PANCAKES! HELP ME!!!"
"He did," says June, "I brought him with me, remember? But I accidentally got syrup all over him when I gave him some of my pancake, so he might have gone to wash it off or something. I forget."
"I forget too," says Gwen. "I feel like a terrible mom for saying it, but that boy is just too tiny to keep track of sometimes."
"It's not your fault, Mom," says Liz, "sometimes there's accidents, but he makes it out okay every time. And he knows we never mean it."
"I know. I just feel bad about it, that's all." She aims her fork at the last price of food on her plate. Your heart nearly stops as the metal spikes sink into the soft surfaces around you, and you count it as a miracle that one of those soft surfaces wasn't you. However, your miracle is short lived as you feel yourself lifted high into the air, straight towards your mother's open mouth. You scream with all you have in you, but not a sound lands on Gwen's ears. You pass between her lovely lips into her sweet smelling mouth, nothing more than a tasty, syrup covered morsel to her now. She pries the food from her fork with her teeth and slides the utensil back out, causing you to fall into her tongue in a sticky heap. Your horiffic ride isn't over yet, though.
As the fork leaves her mouth, you're suddenly caught up in a hellish storm of splashing saliva and gnashing teeth as Gwen chews her food around you. Time after time you find yourself mere inches from becoming a similar consistency to the mush the pancakes have been reduced to, but somehow you evade her deadly bite every time. You're thankful to not have died in such an awful way, but at the same time you'd almost rather have had it end quickly than have this awful experience continue.
There's just one last thing that happens to food after it gets chewed up: it gets swallowed. The huge wet muscle under you begins to tilt back, causing you and the rest of the food to slide helplessly in the back of Gwen's throat. You try to grab on to something, anything that could save you, but everything is coated in slipper saliva.
"MOM! DON'T EAT ME! DON'T EAT ME!!" you shriek in terror as you slip away into her esophagus, just another bit of breakfast going to where you belong.
GULP
You suddenly find you can't scream anymore. You can't fight anymore. You've lost the strength, the will to keep trying. Your own mother, the woman you've always felt so safe with and loved by, has devoured you whole and alive. She forgot about you; everyone did. And now it seems your fate will be sealed in her breakfast filled stomach.
BURRRP
"Oh, excuse me!" Gwen pardons herself, covering her mouth after the very unladylike belch erupts from her mouth. Jake, of course, finds this hilarious. "What the heck was in that pancake?"
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