tytovore: Carl hadn’t meant to swallow his younger brother, but the little dumbass hadn’
tytovore: Carl hadn’t meant to swallow his younger brother, but the little dumbass hadn’t even waited for him to get out of the way before he dove headfirst down the slide. When Carl looked up all he saw was his brother shooting down of the slide toward him. He’d opened his mouth to shout and the next thing he knew his little bro was plunging headfirst into it. Carl hadn’t even know what was happening as he swallowed reflexively a few times and his brothers wriggling feet were sticking out of his mouth. He’d tried to gag and pull them out, but he didn’t budge. With his brothers added mass weighing him down, Carl struggled to get to where he could touch. He then realized he couldn’t breathe with his brother still blocking his throat, and as his lungs burned he did the only thing he could think of. He tossed his head back and swallowed. As his brother slid fully into his stomach, bulging it out, Carl heaved himself out of the pool and collapsed onto one of the deck chairs. He gazed in awe at the squirming fleshy mass that was his stomach, filled with his own little brother. Without warning, he belched and got a surprisingly delicious aftertaste of his brother. Now he was at a loss, he knew he had to get his lil bro out of there, but he couldn’t fathom just how to do that. Hell, he hadn’t even know how he’d swallowed his brother whole in the first place. What if he hurt himself or choked trying to cough him up?? The more he thought about it, the more practical the option of just doing nothing sounded. But could he really do it? Leave his little brother in his stomach to digest? As Carl lay back on the chair and slowly began to doze he realized: yes, yes he could. Hours later he awoke to find his stomach much smaller than before and a lot smoother and rounder. Tentatively he pressed a hand into his slightly bulging belly and felt it squish and slosh wetly. He’d done it. Carl had slept the afternoon away while his little bro was reduced to mush in his gut. He had no idea how he’d done it, or why he’d thought digesting his own brother was the best course of action, but it didn’t really matter at this point. His brother had been stewing in there for hours and there was no getting him out now. As if to hammer that point home, he felt a pressure move up his throat and Carl opened his mouth and released a massive belch. He felt something wet fly from his mouth and splat into his belly. Looking down he found that it was his brothers swim trunks, covered in saliva and digestive slime, they had a few acid burns in them but were otherwise intact. The same could not be said for Carl’s little brother unfortunately. -- source link