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Created on: Friday 15th of January 2016 10:07:38 PM CDT
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Life Choices

by Lition



Emily woke up to the sensation of the sun blinding her. Always a fun experience. Why are mornings so terrible? So much scientific progress has been made yet they haven't figured out the "Not-Shitty-Morning" drug. That would sell well. Ah well, she thought. Now that the grogginess is slowly fading away, I guess life has some sort of meaning after all. Funny how that works out.

She stepped into the bathroom, dreadfully eyeing at the weight counter. She had been getting quite chubby in the past two years, and wasn't happy with it. Well, not unhappy enough to do something about it... But it still sucked! Maybe today she would just pretend it's not there, and go on about her daily duties.

Breakfast was already set, and her mom Laura was drinking coffee looking annoyingly joyful. Morning people are the worst. "You're getting up later and later every day!" She pointed out. "Whatever, it's not like eating breakfast takes an hour." Emily absent mindedly responded. "Well make sure to come straight back from school today, I have something exciting to announce to you!" Laura opened. "You know how you've been wondering what you'll do with your life? Well I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think I have a very good option for you." "What?" Emily was confused. "Why not just tell me right now? Instead I'm going to spend the entire day thinking about what it's gonna be, totally ignoring school." "Like you haven't done that everyday anyway..." Laura coily said, with a smirk on her face. "Haa. Good one, mom." Emily looked defeated. "Just remember not to stray on your way from school, okay? It's a suprise, and you don't wanna miss the schedule!" "Fine fine..."

She packed up her things and headed for the bus, although it seemed more pointless than usual. "What on earth is mom up to? Oh I hope it's not gardening. Dear god if it's gardening, and she's already signed me up for gardening school. Or something. Does that exist? She was completely lost in thought, and probably forgot to pack the right books for school anyway.

The bus was always in poor condition. Maybe they designed it that way as icing on the cake for how terrible the destination was. Just a reminder that the entire day is going to suck, and be bumpy, a- "OW!" That one hurt! "Oh god did anyone see?" She looked carefully around her. Only to come back to the reality that everyone else was pissed off too for having to be there, on their way to Camp Waste Of Time. Now she had a headache as well. It was so many sucky things happening at once that it somehow came back around, and she laughed at the silliness of life. "I wonder how many funny memories there are ahead of me. I remember how the past was so cool, or was it really? Maybe the present just sucks more. Oh damn that's not very motivating." Her inner dialogue was positively destructive. Very talented at ruining joy of any kind.

School was as trivial as ever. Big plans for the big future. Sure, sure. The whole classroom was paying attention keenly as she was just wondering the pretentiously philosophical matters. She knew if she opened her mouth, people would roll their eyes. I guess it's to be expected, people don't seem to care about anything interesting or thought provoking around here. Ugh. Atleast a couple of her friends were cool. She had found people of similar minds, and she was okay with that. "Who reigned as ruler of rome in the early blablablabla..." Is what Emily heard. Over and over. What does she care? They don't rule anymore, and there's a very small chance that someone is gonna hold her up to gun point and ask that question.

She sat down with her friends at lunch. Comparing their meals to hers, I think it was obvious where the problem was coming from. But they didn't mind her eating habits. "Ugh, I feel like a pig now." She muttered looking down at her meal. Her friends didn't really say anything. How could they? "So my mom has some sort of a career suprise for me at home." "Haha what?" Stephanie giggled. "How would she have an answer to that?" "I know, that's whats worrying me. It's probably really lame, and I'm already thinking about the polite way to tell her that her idea is dumb." "Maybe its cage fighting? I bet you'd make a mean cage fighter." "That sounds cooler than what I thought. And probably way cooler than what it actually is!" She was starting to sound very annoyed. "Maybe she's just messing with you. It's probably like a suprise party for something." Katie opened her mouth. "Well now you went and ruined it, genius!" Stephanie sarcastically teased her. "Okay let's just drop it, yeah? I have to admit I'm a little excited, since not much interesting happens anyway. I'd like to take my mind off of it for like a second." "Fiine." Stephanie sounded amused.

At the end of the day, the bells rang. "School is over, school is over!" It sounded like to everyone. Emily realised she had completely forgotten the subject at hand, as she was too busy drawing weird mutations of creatures. Lion-snake, scorpion-eagle, and some very bizzare looking ones that she couldn't even bother naming. School day well spent! Now to get ready to be disappointed hard.

Clank clank clank said the school bus. This time she picked a seat that wasn't right above a wheel. Feels like this mistake occurs very often, as she mostly kept forgetting these tiny little things. "Is this what it's like to be old? My back is hurting too... gonna have to get dentures soon!" She entertained herself.

Arriving home she was actually very delighted to finally know what is up. It didn't even matter to her anymore what it was, just to get the dumb "suprise" out of the way. She felt like she was a VIP stepping in, as her mom looked very happy and jittery to see her, looking through the window. "Hey there sweetie! I can tell by the clock you didn't wander around, good girl!" "Alright mom, thank you for the appraise. Do you wanna tell me what on earth you're doing now?" "So impatient! Alright then. Come sit on the couch, and we'll talk." "Woah." Emily thought. Now it sounded kinda serious. The sit down talks always did.

After sitting down, her mom took a moment to look at her, before starting her monologue. "Alright Emily. I'm sure you thought I had cooked up something stupid and lame like moms always do. I expected that. But no worries. So - for years I've been having this thought in the back of my mind, but it was just a silly weird idea. However, the past years you've been getting real plump if you don't mind me saying." "Hey!" "Sorry, but it's true. But that isn't a bad thing! In fact, it's perfect. So, in a couple of hours, we'll have guests over. My sisters, both of them. I told them about this about a week ago, and they've been really eager and impatient. Yes, I do like to tease!" "Huh? I have no idea where you're going with this." "Hold on, it'll make sense soon! Now, I've got everything prepared and I spent quite the bunch of money on some proper equipment. The internet is very helpful! So, Emily, today is the day your future is set. No more worrying about stupid school and stupid life. Because today, we are going to eat you."

"...

.......

..............????????"

"What are you even talking about? Are you drunk?" "No no no, Emily. See - you have a delicious looking body. Just enough fat in all the right places. And in the past decade or so, eating your children has become very popularized. I'm sure you've heard of it? Apparently human meat is unbelievably tasty, if cooked right. And you seem to be in perfect condition both physically and mentally for this!"

Emily looked stunned. Was this some stupid dream? That she's gonna wake up, and laugh at how even for a moment her brains convinced any of that made sense. Then again, in her dream she wouldn't be able to have a thought like that. "Okay this is a stupid joke. If this is some odd attempt at your bizzare stand up, it's not working. Make a new script."

"It definitely is not, Emily. You want to be a part of this society? Do your part, and feel like you accomplised something? Well then, let your mom eat you. I'm a soon to be brain surgeon, if you somehow forgot. I don't plan on leaving this world that soon, and human meat has extraordinary health qualities. It lengthens your lifespan by 20~ years if you consume enough. And it permanently shapes your body, too. I think your fat will go straight into my boobs, and hopefully ass. Wouldn't you want to be the reason your mom has a great rack? I would live on very happily knowing that my daughter is bouncing around in my bra. And think of all the extra height it could gain! Yes, that's a part of it too. It's starting to sound pretty appealing, isn't it? I could go from my current 5'8 to around 6'3, if I devour enough. I'd be the height of most tall men! Now that sounds like an awesome package deal, and all thanks to you."

"I uhh... You're serious about this? Like actually serious? You do realise there's no way I'll do that?" "Do what?" "Get eaten by you! Jesus mom!" "Ohh. I see. Emily, you don't get a say in this. I decided some time ago that today is the day I eat my daughter. Don't make this weird, it'll be so much nicer if you try to enjoy it. Theres definitive proof it isn't painful, as previously thought. Something about the willingness of the prey. As if your body knows it's just doing it's part."

"... I can't believe this is happening." Emily trembled. "Me neither!" Laura said, as she grabbed Emily and started escorting her to the kitchen. Emily noticed a bunch of gigantic looking cooking devices that she had never seen before. The one that stood out especially was the gigantic oven. As she was standing there feeling kinda dizzy and in awe of the machines, she realised Laura had already started taking off her clothes. "Hey!" "What? You thought I was going to eat your clothes as well? Jeez, Emily. Should have paid attention in school." Before she knew it, she was fully naked, and Laura immediately started coating her in some sort of marinade. "This is to make your flesh extremely crispy and sweet. It's a very vital part of the process. Although to be honest, I could just start chomping on you right now, but might as well go the extra mile. Have to put on a show for our guests!"

Laura placed her in a gigantic tray on wheels, since she wasn't exactly easy to pick up. She felt like a roast pig, just laying there in her position. Because that's exactly what she was now. Years of her life zoomed by in her thoughts, as she couldn't believe she got all the way here just so her mom could prepare her for dinner. "Mom?" She sounded muffled. "Yes sweetie?" "How fast until I... you know." "Oh that won't happen in the oven, although you might feel a bit sleepy. The human body is extremely resilient. I'd say you'll pass when at the end of the meal I eat your head." "You'll eat my head??" She sounded suprised. "Of course! It's a very intimate experience, and I'm not letting anyone else get that priviledge. It'll be fun to stare you in the eyes as I devour every last bit of you. I have the "predator gene", so it'll be easy. It apparently happens in some females, just has never been really observed."

"The guests will be nibbling a lot of you and surely getting a fine meal out of you. But I'll be chowing down all of your bones, as I have that ability. My sisters said they can't wait to see me do that, as you rarely get to.

The hair is usually shaved off or just left out, but this meal has a lot of meaning to me. I'll be eating your hair along your head, in one go. I want every part of you to be used. Between you and me, I'd just leave out the guests and devour you all by myself. But culturally that's extremely rude, and I'm not a rude person. They'll really have to fight me on it if they have disagreements over parts. I definitely want your breasts to myself. Seems some of your fat went in them as well, and they're looking very nice!" She said, as she eagerly groped Emily's breasts. "Very... nice." "M-mom..." Emily struggled, as Laura was groping her maybe a little too much. "Sorry, honey. It's just that it's the last I'll get to see them before I suckle them up into my stomach!"

The oven was ready. "Alright, in you go! Accept your fate, remember? That way your body will accommodate." "O-okay. Alright. Let's do it." Emily finally mustered up some courage. "This is it, Emily. this is your meaning in life. You don't have to worry about the silly little things anymore. After this, you'll be happily slushing around your mom's body. After all, she is your mother. She deserves this." She suddenly noticed that in the depths of her mind, she wanted this. It came out of nowhere, but just at the right moment. She wanted nothing more than her mom to swallow every last bit of her, using up her nutrients. Absorbing into her mom's body, making her a little chubby but just in the right places. So every time she looks in the mirror to admire her big butt, she'll remember you. Everytime some guy oggles at her boobs in the grocery store, she'll remember you. Everytime she towers over the rest of her lady friends and even some of her male friends, she'll remember you. Yes. this is right. This is the meaning of life.

Emily noticed she was getting extremely aroused and wet at the idea. "Haha! Wow! They said that could happen. I guess you're finally beginning to understand why devouring is legal, huh? It's for a very good cause. My body."

"Alright, see you in an hour, honey! You'll look delicious. You already do." "Okay m-" and before she could finish her sentence, the oven door was slammed shut. "I guess mom really can't wait to gobble me up." She chuckled.

WOOSH! The flames of the oven lit up immediately. Her natural instinct was fear, and she screamed a little. But to her suprise, it felt... nice? I guess she didn't really believe what her mom said, but it just felt right. Like taking a hot shower. Extreme comfort rushed through her, as she smiled at her acceptance. This truly was the best way to go out. Her real way to go out. It didn't take long until she fell into a very deep and relaxing sleep.

The guests finally arrived, and all on time. Or rather, a little early. Who could blame them? Laura truly did love teasing, and intentionally informed them of the meal a week before hand. She could have just called them an hour ago really, since no-one would want to miss something like this. Not for the world. "I knew you'd be a little early! Hahah - I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to distract you from your entire week, but I just couldn't help it." "Well we couldn't expect anything else... We know you." They shared a hearty moment of laughter.

"Alright, where's Emily?" "Patieeence. Go sit down at the table, I'll be your totally-professional chef for tonight." As her sisters eagerly took their seats, she went over to the oven. She opened the oven door, and the greatest smell she's ever whiffed completely filled the room. "Woooww..." She could hear her sisters sniffing as much as they could. "Oh I agree..." She hungrily said under her breath. "Emily? Wake uuupp, you're cooked!" It took a while, but Emily woke up from her slumber. She had a big smile on her face, as if this was the first morning she really wanted to get up. Instead of the sun beaming into her eyes, it was the oven light. With delight she observed at her body. She looked like a roasted chicken. "Wow, this oven is really good..." "Yes... You look... DELICIOUS." At that moment Emily looked up and saw Laura drooling over her. As if she hadn't eaten anything in a week. "This is making me wild!" She yelled as she pulled her out. "I need to make sure you're as pristine as you look." And before Emily could react, Laura gobbled up her left thumb. "Eek!" Emily was startled. But it didn't even hurt. Just felt like someone pinched her skin. "Mmmmmhh.." Laura sounded like she was moaning. She was smacking up her thumb very loudly. "It's good?" "Yes, it's perfect. Perfect!!" "ALRIGHT, WE GET IT! Bring her over here already, you jerk." Jenny's voice boomed throughout the house. "Oh... sorry!"

And so Emily was rolled up to the dinner table. "Woww! Hey Emily, you look absolutely delicious!" "Hey Jenny... hey Lisa." "Hello you plump roast! Are you excited?" "Super! And that's not sarcastic either." "Good, that's the best way for them to be prepared." "Alright, dig in!" Laura announced.

And they sure did. The sisters both carved themselves a big juicy piece of thigh. "Mmmm... Wow, this is seriously incredible. Good job, both of you!" "Hahah, uhh thanks I gue- AA!!" Emily felt a jolt and was startled. Laura didn't even use cutlery, as the sisters had expected. She took the entire half of her foot into her mouth, and bit down. "Mmm mm mmm!" She voiced, as she continued like she had entered an eating contest. She bit down the rest of Emily's foot without any effort, getting a bit of her ankle with it. "Wow, that is so fascinating to watch." Jenny pointed out, as the sisters both stopped eating to admire her. As soon as she was finished with her current mouthful, she went for the other foot. But before, she looked at her sisters. "You guys want the toes? I'm sure you do." And she bit off Emily's toes one by one, and spitting them out on her sisters plates. "Aww, we have such a caring sister" Jenny giggled. They started chewing on the toes, like they were baby carrots. They were obviously having the time of their lives. They continued to observe their predatory sister, who was not taking breaks. This time, she didn't even take two bites. She placed the entire foot into her mouth, as her lips wrapped around Emily's ankles. CHOMP! It sounded like a pringles commercial. Emily really was extra crispy.

"This is honestly a little hot, watching you chow down on your own daughter like that. Is that weird?" Lisa hesitantly asked. Laura shook her head, as she obviously couldn't say much. "The intimacy is half the experience, you dummy. You should have been there at Katherine's meal, when we ate her daughter. Katherine explained that a very important part of the meal is bonding. When the parent consumes the child, they become closer than ever." Jenny explained. "Ohh that makes sense... So it's different for parent-child. I didn't know that. I've only been to two events before, and they were both from work. One of my coworkers, Tom, wanted to be eaten. So we arranged a work dinner for him, and boy did he go down fast. The other was when our boss was retiring... He said he's done everything he's wanted in life, and wondered what he should do next. His secretary suggested that we'd cook him up and devour him. He really liked that idea. He invited some of his family to the event, and even his daughter. It's usually the parents that get hungry for the children first, so this was very interesting. His daughter was very happy of the choice her mother made, and ate him with pleasure. I think she got the honor of eating his head. After all, she had the predator gene as well."

"That's pretty unusual, yeah!" Jenny said, as they were both digging into Emily's right arm. "Oh how I wish I could eat the bones. The finger bones go down fine as they're not very thick, but the rest... Such a shame." They had both dug everything out of the arm, and left was just the bones, going up to the elbow. "Aand I'll take that" Laura said, as she pulled Emily's bony right arm into her mouth. First sucking off all the left meaty juice with passion. She put the entire arm, elbow deep into her throat and crunched down. "So I guess the people with the gene have no gag reflex?" Lisa inquired. "Not at all, and their jaws and throats can open up super wide. It's really interesting. I'm kind of blown away that we never heard of this until some years ago. Or maybe it was just in secret? Who knows." Jenny was left pondering. Meanwhile Laura made short work of Emily's arm bone, taking only 3 swallows.

"Ahh you're so delicious, sweetie." Laura satisfyingly said, as she reached for Emily's breast. "Oh wait - almost forgot... spices!" And she sprinkled Emily's breasts with a bunch of different spices of different colors. "There we go!" She then took the admittedly well sized right breast into her mouth, working it like a vacuum hose. She first started from the nipple, only suckling it tenderly. "Ahh... Mom..." but she was too busy to make note of her reaction. Suddenly she sucked in, and in a decent pace, Emily's right breast slipped entirely into her mouth. Just. Like. A Vacuum. Emily was amazed at her mothers suction powers, and before she could make a note of it - CHOMP! Laura chewed the breast off. She was holding her hand in the "this is excellent" kind of way. They were all staring at her in silence, as she slurped and suckled the breast inside her mouth. And enjoying every second of it. After a long minute of intimate suckling, you could hear her gulp, and the breast went down her stomach. "Ahh... I got 3 boobs in me right now!" She joked. Everyone took a moment to react, as they were so hypnotized by what had just happened.

"Oh you and your jokes... Say uhh... Can we have the other breast?" The sisters both looked at her with puppy dog eyes. The mother was having an internal struggle, as she liked and cared for her sisters, and this was obviously important for them. But she also wanted to taste her daughters delicious breast once more. "Aagghh... Alright! fine. But you better appreciate me like a ton afterwards." "We already do!" They both said. "Eeh, don't speak in unison! It's like some shining stuff." "Yeah that was weird." They both agreed. "But you gotta do it without any cutlery! I wanna see this." Laura ruled. "Won't that be kinda messy?" Lisa hesitated. "You're eating my daughter. Is that really what's your concern?" "Okay, okay."

They both attacked Emily's breast in excitement. You could hear her moan just faintly, as they were having fun. Jenny humored Laura as she imitated her suck technique, and lifted Emily's breast from the nipple with her mouth. She looked very proud doing it, as if she had just invented the greatest joke in the world. She giggled, and then bit off Emily's nipple. "It's like salami or something!" "I didn't get any..." Lisa pouted. "Better luck next time." As Jenny enjoyed the nipple greatly, Lisa started munching on the rest of the breast. She took a few fair mouthfuls before stopping to chew. There was little to remain, and Laura came in and swooped the rest.

Not long after, all of the limbs were gone. Emily laid there, being only able to move her head. "I don't even feel faint yet... This is incredible!" "I told you, sweetie." Laura approached the one part of Emily that had gone untouched. Her vagina. "A roasted vagina looks better than expected... especially yours." Even though her entire skin was roasted, you could somehow feel Emily blushing. Laura didn't slow down, as she put her entire mouth on Emily's genitals. She started slow, teasing her a little bit. It wasn't long until her hunger took over, and she lodged most of Emily's lower body into her mouth, all the way up to the stomach. "Wow! That's a new record" The sisters admirably said. Laura looked like a hungry lion, as she bit down and crunched the entire bit.

She went to insane mode - swallowing it all in one go, and proceeding to take a next bite. This time her lips wrapped Emily's armpits even. She looked longingly into her daughters eyes, feeling satisfied that most of Emily was already inside of her. Another swallow. This was amazing. She proceeded again, now covering Emilys neck. Their faces were so close to each other, and it was just silent again. Perhaps the most intimate moments of a parents life, devouring their daughter. She was now on the table on her knees, with her hands supporting her on the side. "Are you starting to feel weak yet?" The sisters asked. "I don't... kn-" CRUNCH. There went the rest of Emily's body, as her mother was chewing it down. "... I'm just a head now... I can't believe I'm still alive." Emily once again felt like she was dreaming. Maybe THIS is when she wakes up and starts laughing at the absurdity of it all? Maybe. Or not. Maybe she really was staring into her mothers eyes, who was delightfully chewing the last of her torso.

As Laura finished her mouthful, she took a deep breath of satisfaction. The sisters were now elbows on the table, hands on their cheeks. They were both just taking in the beauty that was the sight of a mother eating her child. Such an unexpected method of bonding, yet the most effective.

"Oh sweetie, you were so delicious. Just as delicious, if not more, than I had dreamed. If only I could eat you again... and again. But, I guess that's why it's such a great experience, because you only get to do it once." Laura was happily conversing.

"Are you now... gonna..." "Oh yes, I am." Laura said, as she grabbed her daughters head with both hands. For a long moment they were just staring into each others eyes, with the most fullfilling feeling of closeness and warmth. Laura kissed her daughter on the forehead. "You really went out the best way possible. I'll never forget you. I'm excited to see what kind of improvements you did to my body. I love you, sweetie!" "I love you too mom."

And so Laura raised Emily's head above hers, and opened her jaw wide. She slowly lowered it down into her mouth, and stuffed it in there. You could see the top of her head for a moment, before Laura's lips closed around it. "Mmmmhhh." She moaned, before starting to chew on her daughters head. There were a lot of crunches, and moments of pure joy in Laura's eyes. The sisters were both blushing, and looking at Laura work through her daughters now soft chewy head. "The hair too, huh?" "Well, when you really love your children..."

After a long while of slow and intimate chewing, Laura swallowed. And down went the last remains of her daughter, Emily. It felt a little bittersweet, that she'd never talk to her again. But it was mostly a moment of feeling complete, as her daughter was now a part of her, as she was when she was born. That is where she really belonged after all.

The room was now full of happy, content people, who had their stomachs full of a delicious chubby girl. Some more than the rest. "It truly is a shame we only got to do this once!" Lisa sighed. "Oh don't be so sure. I still have both of my kids! Maybe next time, I could prepare them for you both." Jenny excitedly mentioned. "Well you gotta bring Laura, I mean who else is gonna eat their bones?" "Actually now that you mention that, my co-worker Juliet has the gene, too. You might be up for some competition, Laura!"

"Bring it on. But it's a deal, okay? Next time - both of your children." "Deal!"

As the sisters both took their leave, Laura waved them goodbye. Her stomach was too full for her shirt to conceal. It looked like she was 9 - no - 20 months pregnant. If that was a thing, that is. She spent the rest of the day watching TV and rubbing her belly. It felt like she was having a baby again. Only this time it wasn't coming out. "Oh Emily. So long you tried to live on the outside, only to end up back inside me again."

She slept like a baby that night. It must have been 15 hours before she actually got up - jeez was that long! She immediately wrestled her way out of her blankets, and ran in front of the mirror.

"WOW!"

The stomach was almost entirely gone, now only looking like she had a tiny beer belly. Her boobs were definitely larger, and after measuring, she determined they were solid H-cups. After she played around them for a bit and watched them bounce in her now very small bra, she turned around. And the rear was delicious. Being wider than any other part of her body, she had an excellent hourglass thing going on. Double-hourglass. She had been feeling as if her apartment got smaller, only to remember - AH YES! She went and measured her height, which was set up yesterday in prep.

6'4!! That's an inch taller than she was even told is possible. She felt like the most powerful woman ever. After an afternoon of staring at herself and sending pictures to her jealous friends, she reminisced about Emily. But she only thought what a favor Emily had been done. From a person who really didn't belong here, and who really didn't have much going for them. And now she was bouncing around happily in her mothers bra and panties. Such a fine turn of events.

If only she had made more children.