Marla loved all her children, no matter their downs. Her
oldest, Stephen, seemed to have the most downs, making stupid decisions that caused
him to move back in with her not just once, but twice after moving out. It seemed
as if he didn’t actually have a future, despite always working towards one.
That’s why she decided to shrink him one day and keep
him to herself. She knew that he was sexually attracted to her because she was
so fat, weighing over 350 pounds and having a FUPA that looked like a water
balloon that had been filled to it’s maximum capacity. She cuddled with him,
masturbated with him as her dildo, and even sat on him as she went to the bathroom.
She also joked about eating him at first in her
yogurt, but she always kept the thought in the back of her mind of her oldest child
being part of her meal. She wasn’t sure if she would feel bad for eating him,
either, because she knew he also had a pregnancy fetish and him back in her belly
would make it seem like she was pregnant with him all over again.
One day, the thought had become reality. She didn’t
tell Stephen of her plan. She just did it.
She had made her famous million-dollar pasta, which
was pasta mixed with several different types of cheese, sour cream and cream
cheese. It was Stephen’s favorite dish, and he was now about to become his mom’s
favorite dish.
Usually when she ate, she would feed Stephen tiny portions
of whatever she ate. This time, however, as he sat on her belly, waiting to be
fed, she instead picked him up and dropped him in the bowl of leftover pasta
and said “mmmm” as she mixed her tiny son in her pasta, signifying this was
about to be delicious.
She poked her fork into the pasta, seeing her tiny son
on a noodle. She brought the fork to her face and licked her lips when she saw
Stephen.
“Mom…” Stephen said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, Stephen. But I’ve been waiting so long to
do this. I love you,” she said, She then brought the fork over to her mouth,
opened it and placed the forkful of pasta in her mouth, closing the final light
on her first son. She chewed, being careful to not chew Stephen into bits, then
swallowed, marking the end of him.
She felt him fall into her stomach and began to talk
to him as if she was pregnant with him all over again.
“Back where you belong, my baby boy,” she said. Her shirt
was still lifted up, so she was rubbing her bare belly. She burped a few
seconds later, letting out a groan. She smiled, thinking it was Stephen saying goodbye
to him.
The next morning, it was time for her to say goodbye
to him one last time. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, farts
escaping her huge butt as she sat on the toilet.
“I know, I know. It’s time to come out,” she said. After
a few more farts, she began to poop. The cheese didn’t agree with her, so as
Stephen came out, so did not solid, but a mess of liquid poop. After wiping and
throwing the paper in the toilet, Marla got up, said “I love you” one last time
into the toilet, and flushed Stephen and the liquid poop his dead body swam in.