Helen was excited. This would be her first time doing anything like this. Admittedly, it would also be the last. She sat on the couch, naked as the day she was born, anxiously awaiting her daughter's return from school. Helen wasn't interested in her daughter sexually, but what she wanted to do had a prerequisite which she was certain to fulfill.
 The mother was in her late 30s and her appearance maintained to this day. Her light brown hair waved down to her shoulders. She had an average figure, and stood five-foot-six, her breasts were large C-cups, her hip a centimeter wider. Her skin was pale, and currently scrubbed clean.
 The sound of the door opening and a backpack flopping to the floor initiated Helen to ready herself for the coming event.
 
 Erin was having a bad day, a bad week even. Her grades had been slipping, her best friend was starting to drift away, she found out her boyfriend was cheating on her, and she managed to publicly humiliate herself in the cafeteria. The only hope she had was that her mother would give her a shoulder to cry on.
 Erin was fifteen, but she looked younger. She managed, up until today, to convince herself that she'd develop a figure more befitting her age, but certain classmates had managed to stomp that to the ground. Her breasts were too small ("Nonexistent"), her hips where too narrow ("Boyish"), and her curves were far too subtle for her liking ("Ruler edge"). Her hair matched her mother's almost hair for hair, and that was her hope that she'd look normal when she grew up.
 Erin opened the door of her house and gave a melancholic sigh. She dropped her backpack by the coat rack and went to the living room. When she got there she glanced at the couch, then her eyes grew wide as she saw her mother, completely nude, impressing a "come hither" look.
 
 Helen was extremely pleased of the way her daughter's gaze lingered over her, it gave her confidence that she'd catch the eyes of her true audience later on.
 Erin took a step forward. "Mom... what... what are you doing?" she asked. For that moment, her problems were gone, replaced by sheer bewilderment.
 "Baby, I feel so empty, I need you back inside me..." Helen traced her fingers up seductively from her cunt up her belly, resting just under her breasts, and then tracing circles around the slight pudge. "Take you clothes off. I need you..." She said, placing much emphasis on the final three words.
 Erin was dumbstruck, but some instinctual feeling in the back of her mind told her to trust her mother. Erin struggled pulling her sweater over her head, showing her training bra underneath. When she managed that, her mother was face to face with her, undoing her pants.
 Erin simply kicked off her shoes as her pants dropped to the floor. Helen guided her gently towards the couch and sat down, she tugged lightly at her daughter's panties, leaning in and inhaling Erin's scent. Erin tried pulling her panties down, but Helen teased her a little before finally allowing it.
 Erin felt her mother trace her fingers up her back, but was still surprised with the ease at which her bra was removed. Erin stood in front of her mother, naked except for a pair of socks. Helen placed her hands on Erin's shoulders and guided her to her knees. Her hands subtly shifted and brought Erin's face closer to her crotch, already wet from excitement.
 "We'll be together forever, baby. Nothing bad will happen to you." Helen said, before grinding her cunt over her daughter's face. Erin's head slipped inside with extreme ease, and Erin even brought her hands up in an attempt to help her mother take her back into the womb.
 Erin's body, as young as it was, went inside Helen's quickly, but Helen made sure to keep her daughter's feet out to give her enough time to remove the last bit of clothing. Helen felt her daughter tumble around slightly before settling down. This was it, no turning back now.
 
 Erin was back inside her mother. She was safe, and the outside world couldn't hurt her anymore. It was jarring at first, to be pulled into an airless environment, but the gentle thumping of her mother's heartbeat in the background reassured her. She twisted until she was comfortable, and fell right asleep.
 
 Helen's belly was distended with her daughter's form. That would only add to the excitement of what she wanted to do later. Helen went to her room and dug through her closet for her favorite maternity outfit, a keepsake from her first pregnancy with Erin. Getting dressed somewhat hastily, Helen grabbed her car keys from the table on the way out and made sure to lock the door.
 She adjusted the seat and steering wheel of her car to account for the added form of her body and started up, the location deep set in her mind. The drive was rather short, but it was longer then Helen wanted to wait. Eventually she saw the bright neon of her destination's sign flashing. 'In and Out Strip" A strip bar that catered to the tastes of vores all over the city.
 She drove into the parking lot and took an empty space near the front of the building. The bouncer looked her direction and smiled, having his hand ready at the door for her. Helen returned the smile and caught the bouncer looking at her belly. "Enjoy the show, miss." He said politely.
 'I will." Helen thought to herself. Once inside, she was treated to a soothing blend of techno and soft rock. The patrons of the club were quite a few, but Helen was here for what they were, the dancers. A cursory glance over the stage revealed just the person Helen wished to see.
 
 The glow of skin under neon light and bright red covering the necessities, Samantha danced around a pole in the center of the room, showing off her flat belly most of all to the patrons. She looked up by chance and saw a regular fan of hers. Samantha watched as a pregnant looking Helen took a seat right by the stage. She glided over there to speak with her fan.
 
 "Hello, Helen. I haven't seen you in a while." Samantha greeted, showing her body off to the regular customer. "I thought you might not come back, but I'm glad you did, with child."
 "How do you know I didn't eat them?" Helen asked, raising an eyebrow slightly, but not doing much to deny the truth.
 "Honey, in this business you quickly learn the difference." Samantha was bending backwards, leaning in extra close. She held a finger up, signaling that she'd be back after she gave some attention to her other customers.
 
 Helen was barely containing herself. She rubbed her daughter filled belly lightly, reassuringly. "I just can't wait." She said to herself.
 "Neither can I." Samantha added. She had returned, and was doing a cat crawl toward Helen. "You know pregnant woman are my favorite meals, and I'd love to show off my belly as it digests you and you're passenger." Samantha cradled Helen's head and brought her ear close to her belly so Helen could hear the sounds of anticipatory gurgling.
 "Who have you got in there anyway, I'm curious." Sam said, releasing Helen's head and steeping off stage to straddle the other woman's lap.
 "My daughter and actually, I'd love to be shown off to your customers." Helen replied, rubbing up Samantha's flanks.
 Samantha was caught off guard, but she quickly recovered and grinned ferally at Helen. "Thank you ever so much." She stood up and helped Helen to her feet. She guided Helen backstage for a second, and the music in the main room cut. Then a platform was brought out by some working men and placed around the central pole.
 
 "Ladies and gentlemen, Samantha Slimbelly will be performing a special dance today, with the help of Helen Dodgson." A female announced over the PA. Samantha stepped on stage, still wearing her trademark outfit, while Helen was lead, once again naked.
 The music started up, a new track to keep audio fatigue from distracting potential viewers. Samantha danced around her costar, making much display of her pregnant belly, and eventually guided her to take the platform.
 Helen walked up the short steps carefully, guiding herself with the pole while Sam watched her hungrily. Helen was at the top of the platform and she held out a foot over the edge.
 Sam took it in her hand, and gave a quick lick before taking a knee and allowing Helen to sit at he top of the platform. When both Helen's feet dangled before Samantha's face, she opened her jaws wide and took them into her mouth.
 
 Sam was loving the taste her meal was providing, and greedily gulped. Helen's feet were quickly rushed down the predator's throat and instantly into the stomach, already producing juices for it's meal.
 With her knees in Sam's mouth, Helen stood up, supporting her weight with both hands on the dance pole. Sam gulped her down to her hips quickly, and showed her throat to the audience, giving them a good view of Helen's belly and breasts at the same time.
 Sam lingered her, her tongue probing the depths of the pregnant woman's sex. Not wanting to tire her meal out before the dance was done however, Sam started the process of slowly swallowing the bulging tummy, which contained an unaware Erin.
 When her lips reached Helen's breasts, Sam guided her arms into her mouth, shoving her elbows just under the mounds. Helen's arms were left to cover up her nipples as she was slowly devoured, her final sight of the world before Samantha's pearly whites, and the audience's final glimpse of her being a face filled with ecstasy.
 
 Inside Samantha's stomach, Helen was forced to curl up into a fetal position much like her child was inside her. She was able to breath, thanks to the specialized liquid in the stomach, which ensured the prey would be aware of every action the stomach took against its meal.
 Helen was quite pleased at first, rubbing her clit as she ran her hands over the hard walls of the organ she now inhabited. She started feeling a light stinging, and knew digestion was starting, she would've whispered a few soothing words to her unbirthed daughter, but the liquid didn't translate sound.
 The walls then began contracting rhythmically. Lightly at first, just enough to bruise with an unexpected contraction, but it grew more violent as time went on. From bruising it went to bashing, then to breaking. The walls weren't just stable in size, they were actively crushing the meat that Helen and her daughter had now become.
 The motions of the stomach weren't the only pain however, as the acid that pervaded Helen's body began dissolving her flesh. It too started lightly, but with every increase of pain the walls caused the acid stepped up as well. From a tingle to an itch, to a burn, to a feeling of melting.
 Helen's soft tissues were the first to fall victim to the acid. Her eyes, nose, ears and lips. Her nipples, and most importantly of all, her womb. Helen hoped that Erin would forgive her if they wound up in the same place after this was all over, and then she didn't think at all, only being aware of the pain being wracked over her body. Finally, she died, having lost valuable organs to the acid and having her bones crushed by the stomach walls into a more manageable size for her predator.
 
 Samantha's dance went on for longer than intended, she was enjoying the looks of awe and lust she received from the audience as she made sure her stomach returned to its normal flat self. She would miss Helen, but the meal was delightful. Sometimes Samantha wondered what it was like to be digested, but she was too in love with her job to be distracted long enough by these thoughts to ever bother.
 The dance lasted well over an hour, the last 20 minutes consisting of Sam showing off her once again flat belly, but allowing people to touch the flesh every once in a while. It was a good day, and Sam was glad that when the day was over, she found a naturally pregnant woman who wanted to share the same experience Helen got.