Al dente 2
By Supernova


A commissioned work


        Summer heat blasted from every direction as Amanda’s fingers shivered upon the small cardboard box she held in her hands. Biting her lip, she used her elbow to creak open the front door, gasping in relief as the cold, conditioned air gently blew her glistening, long, black hair.


        “Mom! I got something for ‘ya!” She shouted through the house, hearing the sound echo through the halls, indicating emptiness.


        Rolling her eyes, she felt her stomach growl, the vibrations traveling through the little box, causing a few pitter-patters in response. Indicating another type of emptiness.


        Amanda stepped through the house, knowing that the box of her special treats would be completely wasted. They’re no fun if she has to eat all of them alone. Pursing her lips, she put the small container on the kitchen counter, plopping her large, round butt into the chair below. “Ugh!” She grunted as she stretched.


        After raising her arms, she perked upwards as she caught sight of a blonde glint in the backyard. Of course. Mom was sunning out by the pool.


        Wired because she felt the need to maximize the few weeks between semesters, Amanda felt the constant thrum of anxiety blast through her chest at all times. Seeing her mother Georgina, however, was one of the only things in her life that could reliably melt it away.


        Turning towards her room, she placed a bowl atop the box to seal in any potential escapees before walking towards her room. Immediately disrobing from her constricting underwear, she kicked the sweaty clothes to the corner of the room to be taken care of later. Her anxiety now transforming into excitement, she found her most revealing bikini top and tied it right in front of her cleavage. Little more than a black ribbon holding back her perky D-cups.


        Feeling herself almost begin to shiver, given that the house was set to sixty-five degrees, she quickly slipped on her tight, black bikini bottom, lightly shaking her hips to shimmy the waistband upwards. Looking into her standing mirror, the corner of her mouth sagged slightly as she noticed the fabric gently dig into her skin. A rush of insecurity coursed through her, causing her to quickly shake her head back and forth.


        “It’s okay. It’s just mom.”


        Spraying her pale body with high-SPF sunscreen, she felt each hair on her arms stand on-end. Smearing it all over her body left her with a fairly healthy glow over every inch of her body, accentuating her curves.


        After placing her immense, round sunglasses upon her face, she twisted a wonderfully oversized sun hat over her head. In less than five minutes, she had gone from drab streetwear to a more “fun-in-the-sun” type of style.


        Traipsing into the kitchen, feeling her bare feet tap against the cold floor, she couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she brought the box up to the counter next to the fridge. Filling up a glass with ice, lemonade, and a few mint leaves, Amanda couldn’t help but smile as she placed the trendy metal straw in with a clink.


        Turning towards the box, her smile turned into a giggle as she heard the chorus of screams emanating from the little gap. Deftly using her pinky finger and thumb, Amanda pinched an inch-tall woman from the box, causing her distinctly high-pitched shout to grow distinct from the harmony. Muffling the rest of the crowd with a low thunk, she stuck her tongue out from between her teeth in concentration as she positioned the woman to grab ahold of the sprig of mint to keep herself from falling into the hypothermia-inducing ice bath below.


        Now sighing in relief, she picked up the box and glass, which already had a thick layer of dew built over the frigid surface, and used her hips to open the plate glass door to the backyard.


        Before her was a granite-lined in-ground swimming pool with built-in patio. Her heart now racing with excitement, she practically jumped into the beach chair next to her mother, Georgina. Amanda couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt as she leered upon her mother’s body, her pale skin glistening under the hot sun, oblivious to the world around her. Staring upwards, almost into the sun, Georgina looked almost asleep as she nodded off with a pair of Air Pods in her ears.


        Biting her lower lip, Amanda couldn’t suppress her devious side. With a bemused grin on her face, she placed the box on a small table between the two beach chairs as she leaned forward before reaching her right arm out as far as she possibly could.


        “AIIYEE!” Screamed Georgina as the cold glass touched her bare, round belly. Her small sun hat fell off the back of her head, causing her blonde hair to glimmer in the midday sun.


        “Amanda, what the fuck?” She shouted as she looked downwards. “Oh! How sweet!” Her demeanor instantly changed as she saw the glass of lemonade in her daughter’s hand.


        Amanda smiled. “Like, literally, right?” Raising her eyebrows, Amanda twisted the glass as she watched the tiny woman slip downwards, made completely wet by the dew. “Ugh! Whoops! Sorry! That was meant to be a surprise.”


        Watching the panicked, nude, inch-tall woman land on her mother’s torso, she let out a little giggle as she saw the drip of cold water pool in her mom’s belly button. As she watched the tiny person struggle to get out of the little divot, she placed the glass back on the table between them. “Ugh. I’ll get that.”


        Amanda, feeling a surge of nastiness course through her as she saw the tiny redhead’s expression of fear, leaned over her mother close enough for their body heat to mingle. Amanda used her index finger to gently scoop the tiny woman from her mother’s belly button in a delicate fashion.


        Lifting her thin hand upwards, she saw the tiny person’s struggles as the thin sheen of water stuck between the woman and her finger.


        Georgina did not move an inch as she watched her daughter climb on top of her, sweat dripping off of her large breasts. “Here, mom.”


        Amanda’s heart felt almost as though it was going to explode. They were doing this again. Watching her mother’s jaw drop, her gaze completely transfixed upon the tiny figure stuck to her daughter’s hand, Amanda continued to crawl closer to her mother’s face. Their breasts nearly touching, she let out a little gasp of excitement as she brought her pointer finger to Georgina’s lower lip.


        The mixture of her mother’s heat and the struggles of the tiny form below her fingertip sent a wave of warmth between her legs. Now staring intently at her mother’s mouth, she squinted as she felt Georgina’s lips wrap around her finger, giving a light suckle. The squirming disappeared as Amanda felt the warmth of her mother’s wet tongue replace the ticklish sensation of the shrunken woman’s squirming.


        Staring directly into Georgina’s sunglasses, an intense blast of arousal nearly overwhelmed Amanda as she watched her mother’s throat flex.


        A soft gulping sound reached her eardrums and Amanda collapsed. The familiar sensation of her mother’s touch thrust her into a near dreamlike state as her hat flew backwards. Her ear now on her mother’s chest, she could hear the strange cacophony emanating from within. Bubbles, a calm heartbeat, and a hearty scream disappearing into nothingness.


        Her mother’s warm chest felt both soft and safe under her ear. Now nearly shivering, she lifted her head upwards and caught her mother’s gaze. Both of them, completely alone in the backyard, their sweaty bodies now smearing against one another under the hot, baking summer sun.


        “I have more.” Amanda whispered as Georgina reached for the glass of lemonade. Seeing her mother’s lips wrap around the straw just as they had with her finger, Amanda couldn’t help but feel herself grow wetter. Seeing the thin sheen of lemonade on Georgina’s lips, Amanda had to actively suppress the urge to press her face against hers. A taboo sense of wrongness continued to thunder through her body.


        Time almost seemed to slow down as she grit her teeth, resisting the desire to undo her mother’s bikini top, instead reaching for the small, cardboard box.


        Still straddling her mother, she opened the container, revealing six more shrunken people, all of whom Amanda caught earlier in the day, mostly at the grocery store.


        “For me?” Georgina whispered.


        Amanda placed a finger on Georgina’s lips. “For us.”


        Unceremoniously dumping the rest of the nude women on her mother’s chest, she felt another burst of warmth between her legs as she watched their hair become instantly soaked in titty sweat.


        Running her fingers through her mother’s hair, she inhaled her heavy orange perfume as she lowered her face between her mother’s breasts. Feeling the soft warmth lightly press against her cheeks, she could feel the tense apprehension practically radiate from her body, intermingling with her soul.


        Sticking her tongue out, she could taste her mother’s warm sweat as a tiny black-haired woman found herself glued to her tongue.


        The flavors were subtle, but full of earth-shattering emotion. She could taste the sweat of two people colored with electric fear as she lifted her head upwards. A cord of saliva snapped up against her chin as she puckered her lips, trapping the woman in the center of her kissy pucker.


        Closing her eyes, she leaned forward, finally locking lips with Georgina. Both the warmth and softness surprised her. Feeling her own mother’s breath waft across her face as the woman between them fought for her life. Turning her head to the side, she felt her mother’s tongue reach for hers, quickly slithering against each other.


        The tiny woman, sandwiched between the tongues of mother and daughter, squirmed desperately as the muscles danced against each other. “Mmmm…” Georgina moaned as Amanda slumped on top of her, sealing the five remaining women between their sweaty breasts.


        Sucking up a wad of saliva with the squirming woman, Amanda’s eyebrows furrowed playfully as she built up a large wad of spit in her mouth. Feeling the woman fight against the torrent of bubbles and slime, Amanda flexed her throat, allowing the woman to pass under her uvula to be dragged into nothingness. “My turn.” Amanda said, playfully.


        “There’s enough for both of us, sweetie.” Georgina whispered as Amanda felt her mother’s hands slowly move up her body. With two women still stuck to her dangling breasts, Amanda bit her lower lip as she peeled both of them off, holding them both in one hand.


        With a devious expression upon her face, she reached forwards, letting her breasts press into her mother’s chest yet again, feeling the hook at the back of Georgina’s bikini top. Given the fact that Amanda had bought it for her for her birthday, she was already familiar with the locking mechanism, which she quickly undid. Watching the bikini top loosen over her mother’s chest, Amanda tore it away with a sexual ferocity.


        Looking down at her mother’s bare breasts, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was looking into a mirror. They were shaped exactly the same as her own, down to the nipple. Knowing exactly how to touch them for maximum effect, Amanda dropped the two tiny people on her mother’s left nipple, watching it become erect instantaneously.


        Without any hesitation, Amanda dove her head forwards, wrapping her lips over her mother’s breast. Pressing the shrunken women against her mother’s breast with her tongue, she made sure that they gave her extra stimulation. Swirling over Georgina’s nipple, she prodded the struggling women against her mother’s soft skin. Moaning, she could feel Georgina grope her ass, hooking her fingers under the waistband of her bikini bottom before flicking it away. Tasting the salty sweat of her mother’s breast, she sucked the two women up into the back of her mouth, almost to the arch of her throat.


        Arching her back, she stuck her tongue out as far as she could, making it so the two struggling women were trying to climb up a sheer, slimy wall. Feeling them slip lower and lower towards Georgina’s face, she smiled as she saw her mother open her own mouth, exposing her uvula to the sun.


        The slow descent of the women down her tongue filled Amanda with glee, knowing that all they could see was a woman’s wide open mouth below. As the cluster of saliva reached the tip of Amanda’s tongue, she shook her head gently to free them, allowing gravity to take hold. In a thick cord of spit, the two women embraced each other as they screamed, falling deep into Georgina’s throat before being sealed behind her lips with a loud “Gulp.”


        The very women who were once between her mother’s breasts were now slipping behind them. Amanda pondered what they must be going through, to be surrounded on all sides by her mother’s perfect body only to add to it at the very end. It must be as close as our Earthly plane can get to heaven.


        To slip into her mother’s stomach and be caressed on all sides by her hot, slimy flesh. Biting her lip, she lowered her face past the remaining four women, finding the top of the waistband to her mother’s bikini bottom. Using her teeth to gently nip the top of the band, Amanda crawled backwards, peeling the thin piece of fabric away, exposing her mother’s crotch.


        Holding her face near Georgina’s pussy, Amanda inhaled the delicious scent. Her own mother’s vagina sent her into a near frenzy; quickly picking up two victims, one tan-skinned with a pretty pastel hair coloration and an older woman who had a short pixie cut.


        A unique emotion exploded within her body. Placing both women on her tongue, one on each side, she let out a weirdly awkward guffaw as she lowered her face down her mother’s torso. Using the underside of her tongue to leave a trail of slime on Georgina’s torso, she could feel the two women try to pry themselves free from the thick layer of goo that coated her tongue.


        Inhaling deeply, she looked upon her mother’s wet vagina. Nothing was said, just a soft, familiar science. Georgina’s hands contorted into claws on the armrests.


        Amanda stopped thinking. Allowing her body to do what it wished, she thrust her tongue forward, slipping the two screaming women up her own mother’s vagina in a flood of bubbly slime. Her mind didn’t function the way it normally did, she felt like a completely different person. Slathering her tongue over Georgina’s crotch, she felt the two squirmers slip away into the hole before her. Diving her head forward in a rhythmic pattern, she couldn’t help but feel completely soaked by her mother’s delicious fluids. The inside of her mouth was now coated with the hefty, earthy flavor of crotch. Looking forward between each dive, she could see the four hands, covered in stringy slime, writhe in terror as they’re slipped deeper and deeper up the woman’s pussy.


        Letting her hair fly forward, she let her libido take full control of her body. Only wanting to cause her mother pleasure, Amanda curled her toes as she heard the light, sweet moans echo from above. Shaking with excitement, she could feel the heavy goo coat her lips and chin, dripping on the chair below.


        Feeling her own wetness build between her legs, she felt her lungs fill with humid, sweaty air as she slipped her tongue deeper and deeper between her mother’s legs. Thrusting her arms forward, she sunk her fingers as deeply as she could into Georgina’s ass cheeks, feeling an intense, new form of arousal wash over her.


        As her face left her mother’s crotch with a “schluck” sound, she felt the two women remain stuck to her face on the coating of slime.


        “I love you, mom.” Amanda whispered as she dived forward yet again, gently painting the clitoral hood in the way she knew she liked herself. Almost instantaneously, she could feel the shivering electricity of a phenomenal burst of pleasure blast through Georgina. Holding her mother’s ass cheeks as hard as she could, she stuck her tongue as far into her as she could, pressing the two struggling women against the vaginal walls.


        Feeling her mother melt in the afterglow of her orgasm, Amanda crawled back up to Georgina’s face. Slipping the tiny women against her lips, the wordless communication between Amanda and Georgina led to an immediate, and passionate, kiss. Yet again, Amanda’s tongue was guiding the two terrified women to her mother’s throat. Losing contact with them, Amanda felt a burst of accomplishment as she felt the two slip beyond the precipice of her mother’s tongue. Feeling two human beings slip into her mother’s esophagus, to be joined with her forever, nearly sent Amanda into an orgasm of her own.


        Both of them breathing heavily, the two women stared into each other's eyes in spite of their massive sunglasses.


        Hearing pained whimpering, both Amanda and her mother broke eye contact to look downwards towards Georgina’s belly. The two remaining women were embracing, shaking in each other’s arms.


        “Please… leave us alone.” One of them muttered through a broken, squeaky voice.


        Amanda couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotion opposite of the women below. Where they felt terror, Amanda felt delight. Reaching downwards with her sweaty fingers, the older-looking of the two women screeched.


        “No! Leave my daughter out of this! Please! I’ll do anything!” The woman sounded legitimately fraught. Her tears chopped up every one of her words. Amanda couldn’t help but think about how similar it was that that mother had a close relationship with her daughter, just as Georgina did with her.


        Licking her lips, Amanda gently used her fingertips to pry the little duo apart. Held together so tightly, taking them apart was like pulling at velcro.


        “No! Please! Just let her go! Take me instead! Please!” The tiny mother screamed as she laid in Amanda’s left palm. In her right hand, the daughter stared upwards, her bloodshot eyes noiselessly leaking tears.


        “Okay, okay. You.” Amanda nodded towards the shrunken mother. “I’ll cut you some slack.” Feeling her own mother’s sweaty flavoring continue to coat the inside of her mouth as she spoke, she felt another rush of excitement. “You can decide where your daughter will spend the rest of her life.”


        The tiny mother broke down in tears as the shrunken daughter seemed to retreat into a catatonic state. “Either my belly or my mom’s. Your choice!”


        Amanda and Georgina locked eyes, smiling at each other devilishly.


        “I can’t! I can’t! Please! Don’t make me do this!” The tiny woman screamed, her voice cracking with the strain of her shouting.


        Amanda sighed with a distinct sign of frustration in her voice. Reaching over the lemonade, she dangled the shrunken daughter over the icy sea. “Choose right now or your daughter will freeze to death anyway.”


        Slowly lowering her arm, Amanda couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of power as she saw the distraught mother’s face. Looking between Amanda and Georgina, the mother collapsed into tears. “That one!” The woman screamed, pointing at Georgina.


        Amanda’s eyebrows raised upwards. “Oh! I can’t help but feel, like, a little insulted. But you get her, mom!”


        “It was my surprise, anyway.” Georgina smirked.


        With no warning to the shrunken mother, Amanda slapped her against Georgina’s throat. Using her other hand, she put the shrunken daughter into Georgina’s mouth, moaning softly as she felt her mother’s soft lips caress her fingers. With a light, warm suction, the daughter left her fingertips to be completely overwhelmed by her mother’s tongue.


        Watching her mother play with the daughter in her mouth, she could hear bursts of pained screeching leave her wet lips. With a wet “Gluck” sound, she saw Georgina’s throat jump.


        Smearing the tiny, weeping mother against Georgina’s chest, Amanda made it certain that she would hear her own daughter’s pained screeches as she slipped down her mother’s throat. Making the shrunken mother hear Georgina’s heartbeat, her bubbling innards, and her squelching stomach.


        “Hear her in there, bitch?” Amanda laughed. “You’re gonna join her soon.”


        As the shrunken mother tried to press away from Georgina’s torso, her tiny hands could only slip against the soft, sweaty skin as she heard the screeching from within. Similar to the screaming from within the box, only with an agonized intensity from being coated with a stranger’s burning stomach acid.


        Thinking of what was going on inside her mother sent Amanda’s mind into another aroused frenzy. “You wanna see her again, don’t you?”


        The thought of sending the mother in after her daughter forced Amanda into thinking about what really was going on beyond the soft mound of her mother’s belly. A dark, dripping, putrid cavern that smells intensely of hot vomit. Their cries and writhing would amount to nothing, as she knew that her mother’s body was powerful enough to reduce them to little more than goo slithering through her guts. Earlier today these people were all living normal lives. Tomorrow they’d be the waste of some woman they had never met before.


        Squeezing her own knees together at her own idea, she breathily asked the shrunken mother “What if you can be as close to her as I am to my mom?”


        Georgina’s lips pursed as the tiny woman was dragged down her body over the trail of saliva she left earlier. Letting out a light moan, she smeared the shrunken mother over Georgina’s wet pussy, immediately slathering her in a hot coating of vaginal fluid.


        Smeared over Georgina’s taint, the hot slime clung to the woman viciously. Unable to wipe any of it away, the woman retched in disgust as she was pressed directly against Georgina’s leaking pussy. “No! Please! No!” The woman coughed as Amanda lifted up the woman’s wiggling body, her soaked hair drizzling a cord of thick fluid below. Amanda’s rate of breath increased in sync with Georgina’s as she hung the tiny mother’s body above her grinning face.


        “You’ll be part of me. I’ll be with my mom. That’s kinda like being with your daughter.” Amanda said before thrusting her fingers as far as she could into Georgina’s pussy, causing her to let out a low, moaning grunt.


        Feeling her mother clench, she crawled back up to her face before giving her a kiss on the cheek. Knowing that people’s lives were ending inside her mother’s stomach at that very moment sent bolts of arousal through her body.


        Looking upwards at the juice-soaked woman, Amanda licked her lips. “Just know that when you’re burning alive inside my stomach, your daughter will be doing the exact same thing inside my mother's.”


        Georgina laughed.


        “That’s kinda like being together ‘til the end, right?” Amanda smiled, parting her lips, exposing the inside of her wet, slimy mouth to the shrunken woman above.


        Lowering the woman towards her oral cavity, Amanda could hear her squeaky screams intensify.


        “Urp!” Amanda rolled her eyes as she let out a small belch, forcing the woman to inhale the toxic haze built up in her stomach. After stopping her arm’s descent, Amanda whispered “Your last breath will smell like that.”


        Arching her throat, a few cords of mucus snapped away from her uvula a split-second before she loosened the grip of her fingers, letting the woman drop down below.


        “AIIYEE-” Her screech was quickly muffled by the closing of her mouth, sealing her in hot darkness.


        Growing wetter by the second, Amanda got up, standing for the first time since she started, and walked back to her own chair. Swirling her clitoris and moaning, she looked down between her legs, then at her own mother.


        Almost as if on-cue, Georgina stood up, no doubt causing a tidal wave for the people squirming in her stomach, before kneeling before Amanda. Letting out a guttural scream of pleasure, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she felt her mother’s lips delicately caress her vagina.


        Whispering as she rolled the woman around inside of her mouth, Amanda could feel her tiny hands pitter-patter upon the insides of her cheeks. “You’ll never fucking see your bitch daughter again. Ungh.” Making sure she grunted over the woman’s shaking body, she used her wet tongue to slather a thick layer of scum over the tiny mother’s naked body.


        With her next moan, she leaned her head as far back as she could, sending the squirming mother down her throat. Using the tip of her finger, she traced the trail of her slithering down behind her breast. The combination between her mother’s tongue slipping against her pussy and the writhing from her stomach entrance sent Amanda into a delirious trance.


        Though it only took a few minutes, she knew that the lives of seven people were now about to be extinguished purely due to the power of her and her mother’s body. Digging her fingernails into the armrests, she thought about how her own pussy juice would soon add to the mixture that shrunken daughter was going to die within. She wondered if she’d be able to smell her before the end.


        “Oh! Yeah! Like that, mom.” She moaned as she felt her mother’s tongue swirl under her clitoral hood. Watching her stick her bare ass into the air, Amanda smiled, knowing that people were jostling in an ocean of slick puke with every thrust.


        “Maybe they might actually hug each other one last time,” thought Amanda as she sunk into the beach chair, feeling the loving touch of her mother between her legs.