"Bart, I can't believe that you glued the student-faculty to chairs!"
 
The Simpsons matriarch with the huge, poofy hair glared at her son. While her son was a known troublemaker who was responsible for a plethora of pranks to befall his school, this was the worst instance. Bart sat down in a chair at the dinner table with callousness. Every time Bart was in trouble, he would receive a stern talking-to from his mother, but it wasn't like he would be learning anything. She would ground him for a week at best; deprive him of his hobbies; or have him go to bed early. Pretty light punishments, but it beat being choked out by his father.
 
"I'm really sorry, Mom," Bart responded, "they were going to give us more state tests."
 
Marge shook her head. "I'm sorry, Bart, but I am not going to accept your apology this time."
 
Bart shrugged further showing that he was not remorseful for what he had done. "I guess I'm grounded again?"
 
Marge crossed her arms. "It's clear that me grounding you will not learn anything, so I was looking up more appropriate punishments for you."
 
Bart's eyebrow raised in curiosity. "You googled one?"
 
Marge nodded. With her son watching her, Marge reached below her olive-green dress and peeled off her undergarments. She then gathered the hem of her dress and uplifted it revealing her coochie to her son. A blue bush decorated the roof of her genitalia. Bart's cheeks turned red in embarrassment as he turned away. "Mom..what are you?"
 
 
Before he could finish his question, Marge walked over and held her rear in front of his face. She pressed her cheeks on his face going in an up and down motion. Every time she moved; her fat cheeks jiggled and pinched Bart's nose. The young boy could smell the residue lining the walls of his mother's rectum and they stinged his nose hairs. He attempted to move his face only for a long, vomit-inducing fart wafted through his nostrils and wettened his eyes.
 
"Eww, Mom...gross!!"
 
Marge moaned and took a swift, sitting motion. The top of Bart's head slipped through her ass cheeks coating them in slime. Bart instinctively grabbed his mother's hips with his hands sinking into the fatness. Marge giggled at his sudden desperation and pushed further completely engulfing her son's head. Traces of his mother's gas attack still lingered in the air.
 
The walls of her rectum coated Bart with thick slime comprised of fecal matter and undigested material. Bart wanted to scream, but doing so would only draw putrid residue into it. She sucked in sharply and grunted. The palms of Bart's hands were forced into that tight space along with his shoulders and arms.
 
Marge held the side of the dinner table to maintain balance. Sitting down in the chair, Bart's chest crammed inside of her ass now making Bart's efforts of pulling himself back more impossible than they originally were.
 
"Mom, I'm sorry! Please!!"
 
GLRRRPP SUCK SUCK
 
Bart's face entered Marge's stomach much to her pleasure. Inside, the boy could see the digested mush of what used to be a snack that Marge had eaten prior to picking him up. His frozen, screaming face was imprinted on the outside of Marge's belly. A low moan slipped through her lips once she felt Bart's torso pop inside. The most Bart could manage were small, irregular thrashes that resonated as small ripples.
 
A succession of wet farts crawled from her guts acting as a lubricant to cram her son further inside. Her ass cheeks pulsated and clapped down around Bart's spine, compressing it until a CRACK shook Marge for a few seconds. Marge shook her hips feeling her son limply toss around. It dawned on her that during her erotic high, she snapped Bart's spine in two. He was still alive, but unable to move his lower body.
 
"Hm... oh well, I should just finish up."
 
Marge glued herself to the chair and slurped Bart's pelvis up her butt nearly orgasming. Turning to her side, Marge lifted her right leg and slurped in Bart's legs with a final bout of flatulence. Marge rubbed her bloated belly feeling the full weight of her son inside of her. It was rounder, but since Bart was still somewhat small barely ballooning her belly past her waist. If Marge was more careful, she could have enjoyed having her son thrash and squirm around in there for as long as she wanted, but this would suffice.
 
"Whew! I'll keep you inside for 30 minutes until you learn."
 
Marge contemplated putting her undies back on but discarded them concluding that it would be too much of a hassle. She went to gather the dirty clothes for the laundry when she heard Maggie crying. Her belly sloshed and swayed as she walked over to Maggie's room seeing her lying in her crib.
 
"Hm... what's wrong, Maggie?"
 
Marge sniffed the air smelling a wretched scent. It was as bad as rotten potatoes. Looking down, she saw that Maggie's diaper was absolutely filled to the brim with the baby girl's crud. Marge gagged and backed away. "Gracious, Maggie... let Mommy clean you up."
 
Marge stretched out her hands to collect her daughter to begin the diaper change. As she began to unbutton Maggie's bottom, Marge stopped. For whatever reason, she did not want to change Maggie's diaper. She did so ever since Maggie was born and never had any issues with it then...so why now? Maybe it was because the smell was so horrid that she was unwilling to deal with it. Was it becoming such a chore that it was tiring?
 
Picking up her daughter, Maggie opened her mouth her hot breath washing over the baby girl making her cry. Marge thrust Maggie inside her maw, sampling her tears with the tip of her tongue. Her baby girl was... surprisingly sweet. Taking the back of her hand, Marge hoisted Maggie further inside and licked every area of her face. Baby flesh tasted so good, who would've guessed?
 
Maggie's hair became swabbed with saliva. Her hair was less flavorful in contrast to the rest of her tender flesh, but it did make the experience more interesting. Maggie's blue hairbow slipped off her head and disappeared behind Marge's uvula. She was sliding down with little effort unlike Bart, but Marge was unable to derive much joy from what she was doing. Maggie, being a baby, after all, was far from being developed, and frankly, snuffing out her daughter's chances of growing up did not thrill her either.
 
The baby Simpson's shoulders and arms popped in through the sides of Marge's mouth and made a slight bulge before going down. Maggie's onesie was also something not to write home about: it was a bland, flavorless material manufactured in some uneventful factory. But Maggie was already three inches down her gullet so she had to finish it. Marge's muscles wrapped around Maggie's head and chest compressing them and asphyxiating her.
 
Marge hauled Maggie's bottom into her maw, diaper and all. The dirty diaper felt odd on the roof of her mouth and it somehow was even grodier than before. Marge stretched her lower lips down as far as she could and slipped her tongue underneath Maggie's bottom. Her organ wrapped around the surface of the diaper and clamped down on it making a squeamish squish. Marge's stomach growled in dread of what it would be forced to pilfer through, and waves of nausea already overtook the Simpsons matriarch. Regardless, her tongue curled around Maggie's bottom and punted it towards the entrance of her esophagus.
 
GLUUURRRKKK...ULP....ULLLLLPPPPPP
 
Maggie's screaming and crying echoed from Marge's swollen throat. Marge tilted her head back and gripped her fists till they turned white. The bulge expanded Marge's chest and sank deeper into the center of her body. Marge unclenched her fists at the sound of Maggie plopping into the juices and sighed in relief.
 
"URRRRPP!! Mmm, Maggie, I am happy to have such a tasty girl as a daughter!"
 
Marge moaned and pat her belly. Maggie's outline and frail movements manifested underneath Marge's skin. Maggie fell on Bart's chest and blinked at him understanding that he was just as much of a victim of circumstance as she was. The walls trembled around them and pumped kid-digesting juices on the two.
 
Marge wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "Okay...hopefully, there won't be any more issues to get wrapped up in."
 
Right as she was saying that, from the corner of her eye, she heard something drop on the floor. Lisa had a replica of a DNA molecule in her hands which was crafted from dry macaroni pieces. She would normally be more emotional over her research projects being ruined, but the sight of her mother devouring her baby sister was enough to stun her.
 
"Eh, Lisa...I can explain."
 
Lisa turned around without much of a word and started to run away. Groaning, Marge picked up her load and sprinted after her daughter. The stomach juices sloshed wildly emphasizing Marge's anxiety. The younger Simpson dashed as hard as her small legs could take her refusing to turn back. So, her sister and likely Bart were both devoured by her own mother? What should she do now? For as far as she was concerned, they were as good as dead so she had to save herself.
 
The front door appeared in her peripheral vision. Lisa smiled: her salvation was just a few feet from her; she just had to run faster. Right as she arrived at the door, Marge's hand shot out and grabbed a hold of her hand preventing Lisa from opening the door.
 
"Mom, what are you doing!?"
 
Marge shook her head. "I'm sorry, Lisa; I can't go to prison now."
 
Drool drizzled down on Lisa's head. Without much prompt, Marge slammed her lips on the crown of Lisa's head and jammed it deep into her mouth.
 
"Mmmf!!! Mph!?"
 
Lisa's screaming face pressed firmly against Marge's throat, but Marge continued her attack. She grabbed Lisa's shoulders and slipped them into her mouth. The warmth of her mother's breath steamed against her forehead making her sweat. A few more slurps and Marge crammed Lisa's arms next.
 
"Mom! No, I don't want to die! Not like this!!!"
 
Marge worked her way down her daughter's flat chest relieved that she did not have to deal with any marshmallow cushions at the least. It just made the descent more efficient. Unlike Maggie, Lisa did have a more unique taste to her; she could never understand her daughter's push for vegetarianism, but it made her flesh more succulent. She also remembered Lisa saving up on buying a brand of shampoo for herself - bubblegum perhaps - which gave her hair a starkly different flavor.
 
Lisa's head popped through Marge's opening, horrified at the burning sensation she was feeling on her skin. There were traces of the snack Marge ate from earlier alongside her stewing siblings. Marge gradually eased from her anxiety when overtaking her daughter's round rump. Relishing the sensation they had on her tongue, Marge jerked her tongue on the seat of her dress her drool seeping through them even underneath her undies. Lisa's legs kicked and thrashed, but Marge slowed down on them. They radiated creamy goodness and were a little meatier than the rest of her body.
 
"Sorry, Lisa," Marge thought to herself. She drenched the back of Lisa's legs in thick saliva and forced them down. Her tongue went past her knees, ankles, and feet. Lisa's shoes fell into a pool of drool on the ground as Marge closed her mouth over her daughter's toes.
 
GULP~
 
Lisa screamed her lungs out as her lower half slid down the walls of her mother's esophagus. Maggie became sandwiched between Lisa and Bart. Stomach acid pooled in the gaps between them scorching their reddening skin. Maggie fell to the side of the door with her bulbous, kid-filled belly wobbled and vibrated between her legs. Lisa shifted and tossed as much as her limited space could allow her.
 
"Mmm... I wonder if it's been about 30 minutes."
 
Marge scratched her chin deep in thought. "Bart, can you hear me?"
 
Muffled protests rang out from her stomach alongside some profanity. Marge gasped and smacked her gut. "I guess 30 minutes wasn't enough. I'll keep you in there until the end of the day."
 
The mother resumed working around the house and hummed whilst working. Lisa pushed and shoved trying to get herself off Maggie out of fear of crushing her. "Dammit, Bart, what did you do this time!?"
 
"Stuff with the faculty," Bart answered plainly, "but you got eaten for no reason."
 
Lisa banged on her mother's stomach walls. "LET ME OUT!!!"
 
The corrosive acid rose to consume Bart's paralyzed body. "With my dying breath... I curse Homer!"
 
Acid seeped into Bart's mouth and lungs until he was completely buried underneath the volumes of juice. Bubbles floated to the top and popped. The pain of digestion became harder for the remaining two siblings to bear. Their skin was on fire and melting off them. Marge swept the floors of the house before proceeding to wax and mop them. The shrill screams and punches gradually diminished with Lisa and Maggie's bodies becoming softer and moldable like clay until both became a mush of bones and liquifying meat.
 
Marge's belly churned in a low drone processing the meat all three Simpsons children were broken down into. Bile secreted from the liver was added to the digestive soup and mixed into the children's remains until it was ready to be transferred to the matriarch's intestines. Scraps of flesh, clothing, and bones drained into the small intestine for further processing. The children were harvested for their essentials and were absorbed into Marge's bloodstream.
 
Marge's tum tum shrank in size the more the kids were processed and drained into her bowels. If she had to be honest, the brunt of having three kids stewing inside of her weighed her chest down and her armless dress was getting tighter around her womanly hips, but Marge did not seem to mind much.
 
****************** SCAT WARNING ***************************
 
"MMMMMMMMMMMM........!!!"
 
Marge scooped a handful of jiggly ass cheeks with her hands and stretched them back with her pucker suspended over the bowl. Her anus opened with a fat, bulbous log voiding itself. Blonde hair strands speckled the bowel movement. Whether it was any of the three kids was not of concern for her since more were on the way.
 
The matriarch groaned and heaved. The next log was more solid with the smallest hints of bones cocooning it. Marge yelped from the ensuing relief of expelling the more contentious log. Her rectum stretched to its limits with longer, sausage-shaped poop raining down. Steamy stool hit the surface of the water like raw meat filling the bowl. Sweat rolled down on Marge's ass cheeks and back legs at her incessant straining.
 
"I should have known eating all three of my kids was a bad idea..."
 
The next large, yet smooth, snaked out of her poop shoot only to be interrupted by a vile spurt of gas. Grunting again, the same thing happened: a grody log drizzled from her ass only to be stopped for a few moments by another shrill fart. The liquid, squishier turds spilled over the edges of the toilet and dirtied the floor. Marge's stomach became flatter the more the spunk was disposed of until all that came out of her tush were noxious fumes. The last one shot Maggie's bow out from the depths of her bowels.
 
Marge pinched her nose in disgust. "You kids smell horrendous."
 
Marge sighed deeply and pushed the lever to flush the evidence of her wrongdoings down the drain.