Mind Your Mother
Here's a super short i whipped out to say i did writing for NaNoWriMo! Non sexual, super simple, quick vore story about a mother that's had enough of her kid's crap and snaps!
A Thanks to Runa and Izixs for copy editing while i went!
It was only half way through November, and already the large shopping mall was decked out in christmas decorations. garland hung from the arched skylight that ran the length of the concourse, wreaths were spaced every hundred feet or so, and in the center of the sprawling shopping center, a large tree reached for the sky, colorful boxes packed under it's branches.
Shoppers came and went, some already getting their holiday shopping dealt with. Couples and mothers strolled past shops and decorations, and gathered in the food court when all was said and done. One group made their way chaotically to the food court and commandeered several tables. The gerbil moth sat heavily into one of the chairs, while her dozen or so children, and several canines and feline children she was watching for her girl friends, swarmed the table. Her shoulders slumped and her bags hit the floor, her day having taken its toll. After having been watching most of these scampering fur balls since the break of dawn, her patience was just about gone.
One orange and white gerbil boy in blue overalls, shorter and chubbier than the others, ran up to his mother and tugged on her arm. "MOo-om, Shelly hit me!" he wailed.
"Nu huh! He hit me and ran to you before i could hit him back!" said a sassy teenaged gerbil in a pink t-shirt.
The mother looked down at the gerbil boy, Andrew, and up at his sister. His sister had an attitude, but she rarely started any trouble, she knew better than to incur her mother's wrath, and was being sure to stand several steps out of arm's reach as she glared daggers at her younger brother.
Mother sighed and tried to sit up in her chair. "Leave your sister alone Andrew, i don't have the energy for this today," she started, and then stopped. The boy's lower lip started to quiver, and his eyes got wide, into a well practiced Puppy Dog Look™. "Oh no. Nuh Uh, that won't work on me and you know it." she said, pulling her arm out of his grip. The kids continued to run around the tables, shouting and chasing one another, making a din that was wearing on the mother.
Suddenly, an ear splitting wail bubbled out of Andrews mouth, big fake blubbery tears running down his cheeks. A second of shock flashed across the mother's face as she looked down at the wailing youngster. "You never take my side and Shelly can always do what she wants and- and -waaah!" The child wailed on, making a scene and drawing stares from other mall denizens.
"But, i saw you hit Shelly from behind," said Carlos, a floppy eared collie boy from across the table while Andrew sucked in a deep breath for a fresh acoustic barrage. The mother and Andrew's heads snapped to look at Carlos, who shied away under their looks. Andrew tried to sneer at the canine, but Mother's head whipped around to look at her offspring.
Sensing his mother's rage, the youngster quailed. "Bu- bu- but moo-oom," he started.
"I've had it up to here with you today Andrew! My body pushed you out into this world, and i can push you right back in!" Mother leapt to her feet, knocking her chair backward with a clatter and grabbed Andrew under his armpits as she stood up. Her mouth opened wide as a hush fell over the assembled children as they paused in their chasing and turned to watch. WIth her mouth agape, she thrust forward, pulling Andrew towards her open maw. With a soft squish, his head hit the back of her throat, his feet kicking as her lips closed over his chest. A quick adjustment of her grip, and the gerbil slides her paws to Andrew's legs, holding them still as she swallows. She tilts her head back and gulps, her chest bulging, her t-shirt straining to contain her bosom as a whole gerbil is engulfed by it's mother. She walks her jaws over his torso and past his hips, and stretches her jaw wide again as she pushes Andrew's legs into her drooling maw too. With a quick flick of her wrists, shes' removed his sneakers and they drop to the table with a clatter. Her pulsing throat ripples over the squirming form of her son, and in a few short gulps, he's slide past her chest and fills out her belly.
Her shirt rides up over her distended gut as Andrew kicks and squirms to get himself right side up in the slimy, hot, pulsing gut of his mother, his wails silenced, save for an occasional sniffle. GUlping one more time, Mother drops back into her chair, her belly shaking with the impact. "Now the rest of you be-*burrrrp* behave, or else," she says to the gawking children. They nod, and turn back to their games, again chasing each other around the table with giggles of glee. A few onlookers nod, apparently in agreement with the mother's solution to her screaming child, as they return to their shopping. The mother ran a paw over her belly, feeling Andrew settle down, probably lulled to sleep by the heat and soft throbbing of her heart, finally behaving himself, while his mother enjoyed her brief moment of blissful respite with her full belly.
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