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Alma wanted to try vore with her son. What she wasn't expecting was for him to want back in...

Story:
    Alma was a single mother that wanted to try something weird. Seeing that nobody was willing to help her out with it, her son decided to step in. Alma was an average-sized woman with average-sized breasts and blue eyes. She had blonde hair that went past her shoulders a bit, and light green eyes. For her clothes, she was wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of brown pants. Her son, Tyson, had blonde hair and green eyes as well, but his hair was much shorter. For his clothes, he was wearing a pair of blue pants and a red shirt.
     “Thank you for agreeing to this.” said Alma.
     “When you said you couldn’t get anyone else,” said Tyson, “I felt bad, so I figured I’d step in.”
     “And I’m glad.” his mother said, “Now take your clothes off.”
     “Yes, Mom.” he said.
     He removed his shirt and threw it to the floor and then he unzipped his pants. After that, Tyson took off his underwear. Completely naked, he went over to his mother, whose mouth opened wide. She started sucking his face down and he winced a little, taking in the bad smell. Alma gulped hard, pulling his shoulders in and then moving onto his chest. Some more swallows led her to his stomach. She kept going, getting his hips into her mouth and her belly started expanding to make room for him. After that, her hands were on his legs and she slurped them up until she reached his feet. It took one more gulp after that to send the rest of him down into her belly.
     She sat back on the floor, with a belly so large it could not be covered by her shirt and she put her hands on it. This is what she wanted to try. Having a large belly with someone inside of it. And that person just ended up being her son. She gave her belly a hug, happy to have him inside. On the inside of her stomach, her boy wiggled around to get himself comfortable. It smelt really bad inside of her, but at the same time it was comforting. Gurgling sounds and her heartbeat filled his ears.
     “Oh, this feels nice.” said Alma, “You doing alright in there?”
     “Yeah.” he responded.
     He was perfectly fine inside of her stomach. The digestive fluids he sat in weren’t even doing anything to him. Thanks to that, the two of them were able to enjoy their time together without worrying about anything. The time went by with both of them enjoying how they felt and talking about various things.
     “Alright,” said Alma, pressing on her stomach, “I think you’ve been in there long enough.”
     Tyson felt his body pushed upwards quickly and his face soon started to see light. Not long after that, his head moved past her teeth and started making its way to the floor. It didn’t take too long for his stomach to slide off her tongue and his hips to slide out of her mouth. The boy landed on the floor, covered in saliva and some digestive fluids. None of him had been digested. He was completely fine.
     “Why don’t you go clean yourself up?” suggested Alma, “If you want, we can do this again, some other time.”
     “Okay.” said Tyson.
     He moved over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. Tyson turned the water on and stood under the water for a bit before getting shampoo in his hair. As he began soaping up, he thought about what he did with his mother. The idea of going back into her belly appealed to him, so he was planning to ask her to send him back. He wasn’t sure why he found the idea of sitting in a stomach appealing. Tyson wanted to be a piece of live meat in her gut. As he thought about his mother’s stomach, he realized something.
     A stomach was where food belonged. If he was in her belly, he should be food. That’s what he wanted to be. Food for his mother. Tyson fantasized about being back inside of her, but digesting. The boy shook his head, wondering why he’d want such a thing. However, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. He had to end up inside of her and become a part of her. It may have been what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure if he could convince his mother to digest him. He was her only son, after all.
     After being in the shower for a little while, Tyson shut off the water. He got out of the tub, grabbed a towel and began drying himself off. When he was done with that, he looked at himself in the mirror. By this point, he made up his mind. What he was looking at was food. Once he was finished drying off, he threw on his green robe and left the bathroom. He found his mother in the kitchen finishing dinner.
     “Dinner’s almost ready, Tyson.” said Alma.
     “Um…” said Tyson, “About earlier.”
     “You want to do it again?” said Alma, “We can definitely do it tomorrow.”
     “Can you eat me for dinner?” asked Tyson, “And um… digest me?”
     “Now, why would you want that?” asked Alma.
     “I just feel like I belong in your belly.” answered Tyson, “I’m meant to be your food.”
     “You’re not going to change your mind on this, are you?” asked Alma.
     “I’m going to keep bugging until you eat me.” her son said.
     Alma let out a sigh.
     “Why don’t you grab something to eat first?” suggested Alma.
     “Okay.” replied Tyson.
     Still in his robe, he sat down at the table. Dinner was pasta with pieces of chicken in it. He grabbed his fork and started putting food in his mouth. His mother sat across from him, and started eating a bit of the dinner she prepared. However, she grabbed a small helping because she was going to be eating her son in a bit. It didn’t take long for Tyson to finish eating.
     “Alright,” said Alma, patting her stomach, “guess it’s your turn to go in here. Get on my plate.”
     Tyson got on the table and sat himself down on the plate, his back toward his mother. Alma then grabbed his feet and stuffed them into her mouth. Tyson was happy. He was going back into his mother’s belly and this was going to be the end of him. He got to be the food he wanted to be. Alma slurped him up, enjoying his taste, making her way up his legs. His feet soon reached her stomach and started to touch the stomach acids, and bits of chewed up food. Alma swallowed some more and got to his penis. She swallowed past it and started swallowing past his belly button.
     The boy’s body was getting covered in saliva as more of him was ending up inside of his mother’s belly. She swallowed some more and reached his chest. The woman kept going, getting to his shoulders. Soon, his head was in her mouth and her teeth closed in front of his face. After that, he fell completely into her dark and smelly stomach. His legs were in the stomach acid, and he could feel the bit of food his mom already ate. The pasta was starting to digest and it didn't take long for the fluids to start working on him.
     “Hope you’re happy.” said Alma, patting her belly that was too big to be covered by her shirt.
     “I’m very happy now.” responded Tyson.
     “I can’t believe you’re just food now.” she said, “But at least you were a great dinner.”
     “Thanks, Mom.” said Tyson.
     “It’s a shame we won’t be able to do this anymore after tonight.” said Alma.
     “But at least I’ll be a part of you forever.” responded Tyson.
     “I guess that’s true.” the mother responded, “What’s it like for you in there?”
     “It smells pretty bad, it’s hot, and I can barely see anything.” answered Tyson, “But the walls of your stomach and the acid feel nice.”
     “Glad you’re enjoying it in there,” said Alma, “I’m going to go watch TV while I digest you.”
     “Alright.” the boy replied.
     Tyson could hear a bit of what she was watching, but most of the TV’s sound was drowned out by the sounds of her stomach gurgling. The boy just sat there, letting the woman’s stomach have its way with him. Alma kept one hand on her large belly, enjoying how it felt to be full with a person inside. She wasn’t planning on having him as a real meal, but it was what he wanted and she was respecting his wishes. After an hour of watching TV, Tyson felt smaller.
     “Am I doing a good job digesting you?” asked Alma.
     “You’re doing great, Mom.” replied Tyson.
     “How is it?” asked Alma.
     “Getting digested feels nice.” her son commented, “Thanks for agreeing to his.”
     “Ha, you’re welcome, Tyson,” she said, “I’m enjoying digesting you.”
     The acids were tingling his skin more than they were previously and his flesh started melting faster. As time went by, the acids started going higher and began breaking more of his body down. Alma would keep checking in on her son every now and then to see how well he had been digesting. About four hours later, her belly was half the size it was when she first swallowed him. Melting her own son down felt amazing! As for her son, being digested by his own mother was a wonderful experience.
     “You were a wonderful dinner.” said Alma, patting her belly.
     “It’s what… I was meant to be.” her son replied.
     He spent the next several hours digesting comfortably in his mother’s belly. The digestive fluids may have been breaking his flesh apart, but he only felt like he was taking a really warm bath. More time went by and he couldn’t even keep his eyes open. His flesh had been digested so much that he was no longer recognizable. Alma poked her belly to see where her son was at in the digestion process and found that she had finally digested the life out of him. All that remained of him were the pieces of him in her stomach and the fat that he added to her body.
     “You were right, you were meant to be with me forever.” said Alma.

Description
Alma wanted to try vore with her son. What she wasn't expecting was for him to want back in...

Story:
    Alma was a single mother that wanted to try something weird. Seeing that nobody was willing to help her out with it, her son decided to step in. Alma was an average-sized woman with average-sized breasts and blue eyes. She had blonde hair that went past her shoulders a bit, and light green eyes. For her clothes, she was wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of brown pants. Her son, Tyson, had blonde hair and green eyes as well, but his hair was much shorter. For his clothes, he was wearing a pair of blue pants and a red shirt.
     “Thank you for agreeing to this.” said Alma.
     “When you said you couldn’t get anyone else,” said Tyson, “I felt bad, so I figured I’d step in.”
     “And I’m glad.” his mother said, “Now take your clothes off.”
     “Yes, Mom.” he said.
     He removed his shirt and threw it to the floor and then he unzipped his pants. After that, Tyson took off his underwear. Completely naked, he went over to his mother, whose mouth opened wide. She started sucking his face down and he winced a little, taking in the bad smell. Alma gulped hard, pulling his shoulders in and then moving onto his chest. Some more swallows led her to his stomach. She kept going, getting his hips into her mouth and her belly started expanding to make room for him. After that, her hands were on his legs and she slurped them up until she reached his feet. It took one more gulp after that to send the rest of him down into her belly.
     She sat back on the floor, with a belly so large it could not be covered by her shirt and she put her hands on it. This is what she wanted to try. Having a large belly with someone inside of it. And that person just ended up being her son. She gave her belly a hug, happy to have him inside. On the inside of her stomach, her boy wiggled around to get himself comfortable. It smelt really bad inside of her, but at the same time it was comforting. Gurgling sounds and her heartbeat filled his ears.
     “Oh, this feels nice.” said Alma, “You doing alright in there?”
     “Yeah.” he responded.
     He was perfectly fine inside of her stomach. The digestive fluids he sat in weren’t even doing anything to him. Thanks to that, the two of them were able to enjoy their time together without worrying about anything. The time went by with both of them enjoying how they felt and talking about various things.
     “Alright,” said Alma, pressing on her stomach, “I think you’ve been in there long enough.”
     Tyson felt his body pushed upwards quickly and his face soon started to see light. Not long after that, his head moved past her teeth and started making its way to the floor. It didn’t take too long for his stomach to slide off her tongue and his hips to slide out of her mouth. The boy landed on the floor, covered in saliva and some digestive fluids. None of him had been digested. He was completely fine.
     “Why don’t you go clean yourself up?” suggested Alma, “If you want, we can do this again, some other time.”
     “Okay.” said Tyson.
     He moved over to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. Tyson turned the water on and stood under the water for a bit before getting shampoo in his hair. As he began soaping up, he thought about what he did with his mother. The idea of going back into her belly appealed to him, so he was planning to ask her to send him back. He wasn’t sure why he found the idea of sitting in a stomach appealing. Tyson wanted to be a piece of live meat in her gut. As he thought about his mother’s stomach, he realized something.
     A stomach was where food belonged. If he was in her belly, he should be food. That’s what he wanted to be. Food for his mother. Tyson fantasized about being back inside of her, but digesting. The boy shook his head, wondering why he’d want such a thing. However, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. He had to end up inside of her and become a part of her. It may have been what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure if he could convince his mother to digest him. He was her only son, after all.
     After being in the shower for a little while, Tyson shut off the water. He got out of the tub, grabbed a towel and began drying himself off. When he was done with that, he looked at himself in the mirror. By this point, he made up his mind. What he was looking at was food. Once he was finished drying off, he threw on his green robe and left the bathroom. He found his mother in the kitchen finishing dinner.
     “Dinner’s almost ready, Tyson.” said Alma.
     “Um…” said Tyson, “About earlier.”
     “You want to do it again?” said Alma, “We can definitely do it tomorrow.”
     “Can you eat me for dinner?” asked Tyson, “And um… digest me?”
     “Now, why would you want that?” asked Alma.
     “I just feel like I belong in your belly.” answered Tyson, “I’m meant to be your food.”
     “You’re not going to change your mind on this, are you?” asked Alma.
     “I’m going to keep bugging until you eat me.” her son said.
     Alma let out a sigh.
     “Why don’t you grab something to eat first?” suggested Alma.
     “Okay.” replied Tyson.
     Still in his robe, he sat down at the table. Dinner was pasta with pieces of chicken in it. He grabbed his fork and started putting food in his mouth. His mother sat across from him, and started eating a bit of the dinner she prepared. However, she grabbed a small helping because she was going to be eating her son in a bit. It didn’t take long for Tyson to finish eating.
     “Alright,” said Alma, patting her stomach, “guess it’s your turn to go in here. Get on my plate.”
     Tyson got on the table and sat himself down on the plate, his back toward his mother. Alma then grabbed his feet and stuffed them into her mouth. Tyson was happy. He was going back into his mother’s belly and this was going to be the end of him. He got to be the food he wanted to be. Alma slurped him up, enjoying his taste, making her way up his legs. His feet soon reached her stomach and started to touch the stomach acids, and bits of chewed up food. Alma swallowed some more and got to his penis. She swallowed past it and started swallowing past his belly button.
     The boy’s body was getting covered in saliva as more of him was ending up inside of his mother’s belly. She swallowed some more and reached his chest. The woman kept going, getting to his shoulders. Soon, his head was in her mouth and her teeth closed in front of his face. After that, he fell completely into her dark and smelly stomach. His legs were in the stomach acid, and he could feel the bit of food his mom already ate. The pasta was starting to digest and it didn't take long for the fluids to start working on him.
     “Hope you’re happy.” said Alma, patting her belly that was too big to be covered by her shirt.
     “I’m very happy now.” responded Tyson.
     “I can’t believe you’re just food now.” she said, “But at least you were a great dinner.”
     “Thanks, Mom.” said Tyson.
     “It’s a shame we won’t be able to do this anymore after tonight.” said Alma.
     “But at least I’ll be a part of you forever.” responded Tyson.
     “I guess that’s true.” the mother responded, “What’s it like for you in there?”
     “It smells pretty bad, it’s hot, and I can barely see anything.” answered Tyson, “But the walls of your stomach and the acid feel nice.”
     “Glad you’re enjoying it in there,” said Alma, “I’m going to go watch TV while I digest you.”
     “Alright.” the boy replied.
     Tyson could hear a bit of what she was watching, but most of the TV’s sound was drowned out by the sounds of her stomach gurgling. The boy just sat there, letting the woman’s stomach have its way with him. Alma kept one hand on her large belly, enjoying how it felt to be full with a person inside. She wasn’t planning on having him as a real meal, but it was what he wanted and she was respecting his wishes. After an hour of watching TV, Tyson felt smaller.
     “Am I doing a good job digesting you?” asked Alma.
     “You’re doing great, Mom.” replied Tyson.
     “How is it?” asked Alma.
     “Getting digested feels nice.” her son commented, “Thanks for agreeing to his.”
     “Ha, you’re welcome, Tyson,” she said, “I’m enjoying digesting you.”
     The acids were tingling his skin more than they were previously and his flesh started melting faster. As time went by, the acids started going higher and began breaking more of his body down. Alma would keep checking in on her son every now and then to see how well he had been digesting. About four hours later, her belly was half the size it was when she first swallowed him. Melting her own son down felt amazing! As for her son, being digested by his own mother was a wonderful experience.
     “You were a wonderful dinner.” said Alma, patting her belly.
     “It’s what… I was meant to be.” her son replied.
     He spent the next several hours digesting comfortably in his mother’s belly. The digestive fluids may have been breaking his flesh apart, but he only felt like he was taking a really warm bath. More time went by and he couldn’t even keep his eyes open. His flesh had been digested so much that he was no longer recognizable. Alma poked her belly to see where her son was at in the digestion process and found that she had finally digested the life out of him. All that remained of him were the pieces of him in her stomach and the fat that he added to her body.
     “You were right, you were meant to be with me forever.” said Alma.