“Mother, I'm home!” Called a young voice from the front of the house. It was proceeded by the light slamming if a door, and the soft clatter of a teenage boy making his way through a house, putting objects aside where they did and didn't belong.
  Sitting at a nook placed in the kitchen, his mother tucked herself in the back, reading a book using the dull light shining past the gray storm clouds up above in the skylight. She let out an aggressive sigh, rolling her eyes at the arrival of her son.
  “Yes, yes, welcome home.” She said, quiet enough that one might think she was talking to herself. She didn't care for the boy, never had. Generally, she just despised and didn't respect men in fact. She thought they were disgusting and useless, greedy and in power for no good reason. It was a tradition easily broken, but no matter who she talked to, none of the other Gutters didn't feel it was a good idea to try striking.
 
  So Gracia sat in her kitchen, wearing nothing but a heavy leather collar around her neck, reading a book, with the table pushed halfway into the walkway by her large presence. Her aura sat two feet from her core, predators eyes tearing apart books and the defenses of prey alike, and her hair stood frizzed like a lion's mane, increasing her height to strike fear into those attempting to break her will. Even without prey squirming in her gut, it held space enough for a person, and her sagging breasts laid fully onto it, doubling the flesh. She sported large pink areolas, her nipples standing at attention in the cold air. Her ass took up a fourth of the sitting space, pressed deeply into the cushioned seat, and was truly in the mood for something more comfortable. Someone more comfortable.
  “Come here, Samuel. Mother needs you.” Gracia said, a bit louder. The boy heard, and almost immediately appeared in the doorway, completely naked.
  “What can I do for you, Mommy?” He asked eagerly, his little dick standing at attention. It was no larger than a small carrot, but his balls were thick and squishy, like mochi. They were bursting with his cum, turning red from how much there was.
  “Good boy, you get into your rightful form faster and faster. Have you finally accepted that you're nothing but my prey?” Gracia cooed, a wicked grin on her face.
  Samuel blushed, looking away. “I've always known that… I just… I felt embarrassed being naked around you, 'cause I love you so much. My peen is showing it, too-’
  The boy was interrupted by his mother's laughter. Her tummy shook with each of her heart chortles, fully humiliating the boy as he grew harder after seeing her blubbery body move, even through her laughing at him.
  “You are such a silly child. You realize what I am talking about, right? I'm going to eat you, boy, you'll be no more than fat on my body, padding for my ass. Shit in the toilet as well, of course. Do you understand that?” The mother spat, hoisting herself up to her feet, standing a foot taller than the boy. She towered at 6 and a half foot tall, and he was only just visible past her full breasts.
 
  He didn't move, frozen in place as he looked at his mother's body. Pre-cum was leaking out of his cock. “Yes, Mommy! I know, you're gonna eat me, I'm nothing but fat on your ass and boobs! Let me get in your tummy!” He cried, throwing himself onto her stomach. He sunk into her fat, disappearing from her vision. Her leer only grew wider, putting one hand on her son's ass and the other on the back of his head, pulling him tight against her body. He was entirely smothered, suffocating in her fat, his dick spurting cum all over the inside of her thighs. He wouldn't stop screaming into her belly, semen pouring out of his peter like a river. She kept grinning, her lips pulling themselves into a devious smile that only spoke of vile intentions.
  She reached down, satisfied with his screams, confident that he had broken as much as he would, and hooked her fingers over his taint and into his ass. Her other hand held firm to his armpit, and she used her strength to hoist him into the air, chuckling at how light he was. He was practically weightless, such an insignificant waste of space. She couldn’t help but tease him.
  “You’re nothing to me,” she said, watching his cock twitch, “just a waste of space, only useful to keep me fed. Are you ready to get digested? It’s going to hurt, I won’t lie. Meat like you I like to take my time with.”
 
  Her son shivered, squirming feebly in her grasp. She was unable to tell if she was scaring him since he had his eyes shut, mouth hanging open with drool spewing, and she was sure that if he wasn’t hard as diamond he’d be pissing himself. Yet he definitely wasn’t using his full strength, or so she assumed that he was marginally stronger than a disgruntled noodle. It turned her on, whatever the case be it weakness or acceptance. No matter what he was nothing but a quivering meat sack ready to be digested.
 
  Gracia unhinged her jaw, feeling the slight click followed by a popping sensation that moistened her up. Her throat opened and closed, revealing to her son the fleshy tunnel of death where he would be swallowed; crushed by her tight, wet, fleshy throat. He made whimpering sounds, staring at the seemingly unending gullet. It convulsed and contracted, alive in the way it sought food to pull into her stomach. Her spit began pooling, and the boy got a glimpse of her swallowing. She kept her mouth open, her tongue lifting up for just a moment before the rest of her mouth crushed down, twitching into place before opening up again, and all of the spit had been swallowed, now digesting inside her stomach.
 
  “It’s time~!” She sung, giggling as her son squirmed harder, his dick dripping pre into his mother's waiting mouth. Seeing her take the moment to enjoy it made him blow his load, and she didn’t waste a drop of the fluid, letting it pump from the tip of his engorged cock and fall directly to her tongue, coating it with a pool of white that was soon lost to her gullet as she swallowed it all at once. He shivered when she began lowering him, his feet placed gently on her tongue. Samuel began getting hard again, shivering and whimpering. His nervous giggles grew louder as she took her first swallow and his feet entered her throat. She didn’t stop to tease him anymore, she’d had enough waiting. Now it was time to eat, and eat she would as her throat kept working the boy deeper into her stomach.
  Gracia took a breather when her son entered her stomach and started squealing. He could feel his toes burning already, the acids tingling under his nails. She placed one hand on her throat, running it down and above her breasts where the feeling fell off and was eager to have him deeper inside her. She began swallowing her boy again, gulping harder and faster, wanting him inside her.
 
  18 years she’d waited for this, 18 years until he was finally old enough to decide himself that he wanted to be eaten. It wasn’t the same if she told him to, no, he had to make the decision all his own to be devoured whole and digested inside her tummy. Now she was enjoying it to the fullest, her hand sinking lower to massage her clit and the other held firmly on the boy’s neck as to choke him slightly. He started foaming at the mouth and his face turned purple before finally giving in and grabbing his cock. She would have slapped his hand, but she could no longer reach it since he had shoved it into her mouth to grab hold of his member. She took the moment to reorient him so he was facing out, and his fapping made bulges on her throat. Even when it became too tight for him to move his cock was hard enough to make a hard lump that traveled down, down toward her chest before getting caught in her ribs. She giggled as it was just long enough to press out above her breasts, and pressed her palm onto his tip, massaging it roughly into her cleavage.
 
  The boy cried out, gasping loudly as his dick was played with through his mother’s skin. He didn’t last longer than 30 seconds, blowing his load in her throat and coating himself only for it to be swallowed down. He joined it soon after; he followed the peristaltic waves as she swallowed rhythmically, soothingly, until he found himself gazing out from her maw. Her teeth placed above and below, her lips framing the only view he had of the outside world. Gracia slapped her tongue onto his cheek, tasting the salty tears streaming down his face mixed with her spit. They were not tears of sadness, but of joy and fear. He filled the purpose his mother had made of him since the day he was born, and now all it took was one more hearty, thick, juicy gulp until he was on his way into her stomach forever.
 
  Gracia chuckled to herself, the sound flowing up past her sons head, and let her jaw relax. She could hear the sound of her husband’s car pulling into the driveway. Perfect timing she thought to herself, he’s just in time to see the son he held so dear get eaten.
 
  Samuel’s vision of the world grew smaller as his mother's mouth started closing, and he expected that to be the end. She would finally swallow him, but no. Instead, he was on the precipice of digestion, massaged by her pink throat and looking intently out of her mouth in a vain effort to see what she was doing and why it wasn’t swallowing her meal of a son. He shook off the saliva dripping off the roof of her mouth onto his face and pulled himself as much as he could back into her mouth as to more clearly make out what was happening.
 
  Gracia could feel her son squirming around inside her mouth, pulling himself back up, and let him to a degree. He managed to squeeze his chin onto her tongue before she closed her throat and crushed him into place. She idly licked him as he kissed her mouth.
 
  The door opened, and her husband walked through. “Honey, I’ve got some bad news, there were some layoffs at work and I apparently didn’t make the cut. Good news is that the settlement will keep us… what are you doing?”
  After hanging up his coat and hat he finally turned to see his hefty wife leaned in the doorway with her gut bulging out and her mouth stuffed with their son’s head. He took a moment to register what was going on before taking a step forward but by then it was already too late. Gracia took the last swallow, her tongue pulling her son deeper into her body as her lips closed, a few faint lines of drool dripping down her chin. Samuels' head made it’s way down her throat and disappeared behind her hanging breasts before finally joining the huge gut now forming. She placed a hand on her tummy as it writhed, Samuel getting into a comfortable position and grabbing his cock, jacking off hard.
 
  “I’m sorry to hear that, Honey, but at least we won’t have to support a family with it.” She grinned, licking her lips as her husband stared on in shock. She pouted for a moment, “oh, why did you have to make me think of honey! Well, at least I’ll get to try it on you when I swallow you down tomorrow. I need to make room, our son shouldn’t last too long. Soon you’ll get to join him as fat on my succulent, thick, juicy, ass!”
  She slapped her booty for emphasis, and the loud smack brought him out of his shock. He thought about running, about fighting, about calling for help, but he knew it was useless. For some time John knew this relationship with his wife would end with him as a more literal part of her forever. Even when they met, he recalled, their first date, the first time the had sex, their marriage, he knew she was going to devour him. He knew she was going to digest him. He just didn’t know when. Until now.
 
  “You’re a fat fucking whore and I always knew you never had the stomach for a relationship.” He blurted out, his anger and horror at seeing his son getting swallowed needing an outlet.
  She clicked her tongue but didn’t look at all angry. “Yes, I suspect you’ve got reservations about insulting me, you liked our boy, didn’t you? The problem is that I didn’t. I also don’t like you, and this attitude you’ve got is entirely unlikable.” She said, looking down at him.
  He tried to stand up to her and look angry, but as she moved closer and had to bend over to see him over her squirming gut he found his legs shaking. He hated this bitch he called his wife, but the only reason he hadn’t pissed himself out of fear was his raging boner.
  “Fufufu~ Just like your son, erect at the sight of my body. Even when it’s stuffed with your own boy you can’t help but admit that I’m wildly out of your league. Get on your knees.” She commanded, stuffing her stomach into his face. He didn’t want to give her ground, but there was no way he could beat his wife in a contest of strength. She could break him like a twig if she wanted to, and he knew it. Gracia was the dominant in bed and in the house, she ordered him like a dog and he did it because if he didn’t he would regret it.
  He grit his teeth and fell to his knees, her bush hanging tantalizingly in front of his face. It was kept neat, she didn’t stand for anything but the best for herself and that went double for her hygiene. She was clean, head to toe, even her asshole remained spotless and hairless out of willpower and fear of what might happen if she woke up and her anus hadn’t kept itself properly maintained.
  So seeing his wife's bush dripping with juices was not a common sight for him, and it turned him on even more. It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t please her in bed, she made it quite clear. He used lube every time, and always ended the night being smothered and tortured as she got herself off with his body after he’d gotten his fun.
 
  Gracia turned around and spread her cheeks, revealing her pucker. John had seen it many times, although never at the distance he felt comfortable. She began bending over, letting the much smaller man prepare, before dropping cruelly onto his face, his face eaten up by her asshole. He began to gag and writhe, choking on the foul air inside her colon. Gracia moaned, a rare blush flushing her cheeks. She wouldn’t dare let her useless husband see her like this, the disgusting man he was didn’t deserve it. She would enjoy torturing him while he was trapped, though, tightening her sphincter around his head and making him scream from the pressure. He could feel his bones start bending as she let more of her weight onto him, rubbing her stomach as her pitiful son squirmed inside of her as he was digested.
 
  Samuel couldn’t feel his toes anymore, and his ass began sizzling. It hurt as his mother digested him, more than anything ever had in his life, but he would do this again and again if it meant he would finally become a part of his wonderful goddess of a mother. He massaged the pulsating pink walls of flesh, feeling it slip between his fingers as he pressed into her fat. The orange-green juices filling his mother's stomach tickled and singed whatever it touched, eating away at him and making his body scream out in pain, but it brought him comfort. He knew he it was just one more step between his weak, meaningless existence and fat in his mother's ass and breasts.
  He’d always admired them, he was often staring at her naked body as a boy and it only increased as he grew up. What started as secretly masturbating in his room became openly fapping in front of his mother as she went about her day. She would ignore him entirely, as she commonly did when he was growing up, and he could do anything he wanted around her. He would take pictures of her ass when she bent over, or of her pussy when she sat with her legs open, and she made no reaction. He would wave his cock in her face and she would calmly tell him to leave her alone as she was trying to read.
  His mother would force him to undress once he was in high school. Whenever he came home she would first command him to undress, and if he didn’t she forced him to. He would be forced to walk about the house with his cock raging, and his father couldn’t do a thing about it. Eventually, he stopped caring as much, he required less force to get him out of his clothes, and he stopped caring what people thought of him.
  One day Gracia had a few friends over and he crawled under the table to stare at his mother’s pussy. The women made comment on him being ‘such a momma’s boy’ before going back to their conversation. Even as he started leering at the other women they didn’t care, and the only way he got a sort of reaction was by cumming all over their legs. ‘Get a towel and clean the mess you made.’ Gracia said, offhandedly apologizing to her friends.
 
Samuel cried out in anguish as one of his balls burst, cum leaking out into the pooling acids. He began sobbing but held onto his beliefs. He would soon be a part of the ass he regularly cummed on every Tuesday when Gracia did her yoga in the living room. He would get as close to finally touching it as he could, by becoming a part of it.
 
  His father was becoming very familiar with that ass as he was smothered by it.
 
  Gracia had finally released the pressure on his body but didn’t remove him from her anus. Instead, he was shoved a bit further up, his whole head engulfed by her asshole. He hung from her by his neck as it was squeezed, choking him further, while she stood up and walked over to the plush couch and sat down. He was entirely trapped under her fat ass, only a bit of his legs and feet making their way out from under her as he was crushed. Gracia sighed, finally getting to sit down again, and ground her husband into the couch with her butt. She heard a bit of creaking from his bones, and a faint screaming from her bowels but made no moves other than to massage her gut and rub her clit.
  When Gracia felt she had humiliated him enough, she stood up and pulled John from her ass, tossing him to the couch like a ragdoll. He gasped and sputtered for air, trying to get a breath before his wife crushed him again. It wasn’t fifteen seconds before she picked him up again, forcefully removing all his clothes and placing his legs underneath her massive ass and aligning his cock with her pussy.
  “Don’t get any wrong ideas, John, I don’t wish you any pleasures with this. You’re nothing to me, never have been, all I need is your semen. You see,” she dropped, crushing her husband and skewering herself onto him, she didn’t make any notice to it, “you were the first to just roll over and let me have my way. All the other guys I had tried kept thinking they could do whatever they wanted just because I was a Gutter, but you were different. Special in that way I guess, that no matter what thing I told you to do, you did it.”
 
  John was only half listening. He had cum for the first time as Gracia ground into his pelvis, and his legs felt like paste.
 
  “You understood that you were nothing compared to me. I was your superior in every way, and you should be worshiping me. While we never quite got there, I did manage to get our son to view me as his goddess and was only too happy to finally become a part of me. Isn’t that right, Samuel?” She smiled, rubbing her belly as she heard the boy cry in anguish and pleasure.
  “Fat… whore…” John said weakly, cumming again.
  “I have yet to break you, though, and I’m sorry for that. This would have been easier for you if you’d already come to terms with what you know to be true deep down. Not that I’m going to eat you if that’s what you're thinking, because I’m not. No, I am going to break you. I am going to make you say yes to everything I say, and then I’m going to have my daughter eat you when she’s ready.” Gracia said, taking one last load into her pussy before standing up.
  “I think that’s enough for today. I timed this so that I’m my most fertile today. I want a strong daughter, a Gutter. I tried a son and he turned into a failure, so now we do it my way. She won’t be sullied by your parenting, either, no you’ll never get to see her until she finally is ready to eat you.” Her face lit up as she wiggled her bum and John groaned. “No, you’ll be spending the rest of your days inside of my ass, it’s going to be your new home from now on. This is the only way you’ll be useful since you got fired.”
  She turned to show her ass again; her broken, beaten husband powerless. He couldn’t move, his whole body hurt like nothing else. He barely had time to look up before his world was replaced by the shit-covered insides of his cruel wife. She moaned to herself as he was sucked deep inside her, this time she didn’t stop at his neck but pulled him deeper. His shoulders, chest, stomach, waist, all shoved deep inside his wife's ass. He’d never have thought he’d see so far up her bowels, but she wasted no time getting him acquainted.
  His skin was slick with her waste, the smell was forever ingrained in his mind. He could barely breathe and the intestines were pulled so tight against him that even the smallest twitch was laborious. He could feel Garcia's hand press on his feet, pushing him deep inside her, and he had no idea when he would be let out again.
  His wife stopped just as his ankles were sucked into her colon, leaving his soles the only visible part of him left. This changed when she stood up and her asscheeks slammed together, sealing him inside of her rank bowels.
 
  “You’ll be there a while, dear, so get comfortable. I don’t plan on letting you out of me unless it’s to get me my beautiful daughter I always wanted, so how about we wait until my next cycle? Think you could hold up a month inside of my ass?” She cooed, rubbing her tummy and feeling her son fall apart. Her stomach was already becoming more fluid and round, sinking back to it’s normal, rotund shape.
  She felt her husband pick up in movement as he realized what that meant, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, that does mean your only food is going to be my shit. I’m sure you know how much there is, I made you watch me shit out your sister, that whore. So when you see our son again, make sure you enjoy him as much as I did.”
 
  John cried, the tears almost evaporating right away in the humid bowels of his wife. He was sobbing at the ruins his life had become. This was torture, but it was nothing compared to when she sat down to enjoy her book and he was crushed even further. Already she had forgotten about him, already he was nothing but a toy. Then a meal for his own daughter when she was old enough. He wasn’t even human at this point, Gracia was just playing with her food.