Trina eventually awoke from her slumber to feel a cool midday breeze circulate the living room. She stretched her long body out extending her arms and legs beyond the length of the couch. She felt exceptionally well rested and was enjoying a warm comforting feeling circulating throughout her body. She looked down to inspect the landscape of her body and noticed her sculpted figure was once again complete with flat smooth abs. Any evidence of her indulgent breakfast or it’s supplemented living ingredient had been melted away and compacted into her toned frame, along with any feeling of guilt or grief.
She no longer felt the need to communicate with her reluctant meal. Her tiny son was surely beyond the state of being able to acknowledge anything she had to say now and whatever remained of him was going to be buried under her lunch before too long. She gave her tummy one last pat before getting up to make use of the extra energy.
In reality her stomach had long since decided it was done with breakfast and had been gradually pumping its gloopy contents into the long expanse of her intestines. Over the course of the afternoon your liquified remains were slowly pushed through your mothers lower digestive tract whilst she went about her day as normal. Your new form fitting comfortably into the pulsing tube that twisted and turned within your mothers abdomen as she took what she pleased from her meal.
The heavy intake of sugary pancakes provided the busy mom with more than enough energy, making your calorific contribution almost redundant. You did however offer a small injection of protein, which Trina’s body eagerly helped itself to. By the time she’d hit up the gym that evening most of your essence had been completely absorbed and was ready to help strengthen and repair her well worked muscles, with maybe a little remaining to fester in her large intestine ready for her morning release.
Then something strange happened. Although you had seemingly slipped into oblivion and had been experiencing an endless void of nothingness. Somehow you were back. You were conscious again. Initially you couldn’t see or hear but you could sense your body with a new heightening awareness. somehow you were alive but in a very unfamiliar form. You had experienced the brutality of your mothers long digestive system which had rightfully turned you into mush, but now you had somehow reformed.
You start making wild estimates as to what could be happening, struggling to force an answer out of the perimeters of your scientific mind. The only thing you can think of is somehow the protective traits you had built into your mk2 must have jumped into action when you made contact with it. Despite the fact you’d been reduced to slurry, it was still able to regenerate your structure once you were away from the acidic bath.
You weren’t really able to move much but could feel you were still within your moms body although it certainly didn’t feel like you were swimming through her guts anymore. You could almost sense the outside world on your newly discovered skin.
“What the fuck?!” Trina shrieked when spotting the inch long obscure growth above her belly button, her naked form passing the tall mirror on the way out of the shower revealed yourself in detail. She squeezed it with her fingers like a spot she was expecting to burst but it was solid and seemingly moving. “Ew! What is that? It looks like a..” Trina trailed off whilst poking the extrusion. “It can’t be?” She leaned in for a closer look “No… how?! Lucian!?! Is that you” she gasped as the tiny growth seemed to have a formed body and a formed face exactly like her consumed son. She quickly placed her hands on her hips. “Well I guess you worked something out in there huh?” She sounded both disappointed and relieved at the same time. “Well this is going to be very inconvenient! I thought I’d told you to stay clear of the abs.” She went back to examining you with her fingers in amazement, which was becoming irritating. “So are you like, fully reforming now? Or are you just going to be a Lucian lump forever in my skin?”
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