“Well, do you mind if I have him, then?” your mother asks, walking over with a belly already bloated with her own struggling meal. “It’s been a while since I had two at once.”
“Of course not, go ahead Aunt Melody” Miranda says, backing away from her stock and sticking her tongue out at Carrie and Taryn as the man screams in terror once more, briefly, as your mother descends upon him.
Already on his knees, he curls into a ball, hands over his head; a tactical error, as your mother quickly wraps her jaws around him. With nearly his entire body in her mouth, only his feet and one hand sticking out from between her jaws, your mother swallows him in a single strained gulp, ‘compressing’ him as soon as he enters her throat, yet not enough to hide the bulge he makes completely as he travels down her gullet and into her stomach.
With a wink in your direction as you stare slack jawed at the display of skill in compressing a meal still entering her throat, your mother thanks Mira and returns to her seat, both men already wailing as their digestion begins.
Mouthing ‘Wow’ at you, Mira returns to her chair, and turns back to Madelyn as your oldest cousin grins and says “Alright, everyone, let’s take a seat!” And with that, you all pull out your chairs and sit down, as Ben looks around in shock, the horrific sounds of digestion surrounding him.
