BWARP!!!

The taste of smoke and middle-aged desperation, mulling upon Marge’s tongue as she vented some of the air that had gone down with her incompetent afterschool dinner. The parents evening taking a dire turn when Edna Krabappel had bluntly informed the blue beehived mother that her little guy was “unteachable”. The threat of holding her baby boy back a grade too much for Marge’s maternal instincts and she had acted to reprimand the crass and uncalled for gall of the snide slut who was now splashing about blindly in the simmering stomach.

The teacher letting out a guttural groan, as she could barely breathe in her compact quarters, as she marinated in the digestive deluge waiting for Marge to make her point or convert her to chyme based on the middle-aged milfs preference. But such things could wait as the housewife came to terms with the aftermath of her sudden oral induction of an adult other than the obvious animated swelling spasming in her midriff.

A mumbling mutter coming to Marge’s mouth, as she saw her vermillion pearls had come loose. The jewellery unable to take the bulge of a full-grown woman passing down the oral piping had been too much for the impromptu choker to take, as the clasp failed, leaving the necklace draped over her shoulders like a miniature feather boa. Marge’s dress fairing little better as the sudden girth of a woman in her abdomen had torn the green fabric like sails in a storm, leaving glimmers of yellow skin to peek through the tattered garment as her belly bounced from Edna’s slow struggles.

Marge looking at her meal stretching her skin as she stroked the protesting outline of her prey. Enda bunched up so her knees were butting against her nose as she was triple folded into a tight ball of quivering flesh that could only tremble as it was doused in a digestive broth. The acid already nipping as enzymes invaded Edna’s more intimate areas, leaving her to simply convulse at the caustic chaffing. The teacher feeling Marge caressing her body through the thin veil of flesh that entombed her in this hot and hellish place as she tried to look up with crying eyes as the tart atmosphere made them run in a mixture of fear and inflammation from the stroke of sluicing solution.

“Marge?!”

“Please?!” Begged Edna, as she tried to persuade the woman, she was encased in not to dump her for her inability to teach the apple of her eye simple mathematics. Marge ignoring the pitiful plead, as she just stroked the bulge, she assumed was her dinners head.

“Listen, Edna, I have given it some thought…” started marge, the words seeming promising, as the biologically bound woman thought she was about to be expunged from this sweltering sauna that was set to slush her into a soup.
“…… and I think you would be better off tutoring my tits instead of Bart,” said Marge callously, before she let out a burp to take away most of Edna’s already stale air. The words causing Edna to start bawling, her cry low as there was little oxygen to use in such semantics, as marge just smiled and continued to rub her overgrown lunch in an attempt to ease the mastication of her meal. the digestion would take a few days, but it would do wonders to help improve the teaching quality at the already deprived elementary school, as hopefully, this useless bitch’s replacement might actually be able to show her son how to do division.

Waiting for digestion to set in, Marge simply sat down and reclined as she planned to sit tight until Edna’s motions ceased, From there it would be simply natural for her body to get to work repurposing the frantic female into something more useful…….

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Marge has decided that Edna's teaching is not up to snuff and decided to put her out to pasture in her breasts.

A fun little image I got from  MinaHyena to help them out as they posted a YCH to buy some scrag. I had an itch that needed scratching so it was right time right place and I think it turned out grand.

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