Rescue

I don't know how long I stood there... Soaking up the fresh air and sunlight, in the hopes that it would fuel a revelation.

Who can help me? Who's even going to BELIEVE me? Fuck, I'm still shaking... Wish I grabbed my bong on the way out--Wait! That's it!

I broke into a run, headed down the street... Toward my dealer's house.

I went through a lot of weed (especially that week), and I bought every gram from Beth Parry. An old friend from middle school, she was just about the biggest tomboy I'd ever met. A little prickly on the outside, but with a kind heart: exactly the kind of person I needed right now... Especially since I didn't exactly have hundreds of friends to call on.

Mentally kicking myself for not befriending a few more jocks, I sprinted all the way to Beth's house.

Half an hour later, we stepped back onto my front porch. I looked my "backup" up and down: she was wearing ripped jeans and a tank top, showing off her toned arms. She was tall, too--Not as tall as Mom had grown, perhaps, but her form was still more intimidating than my own scrawny 'bod.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, until she realized I wasn't going to open the door first.

"Jesus," she sighed, rolling her eyes as she reached for the handle. "You're really spooked, huh? I'm telling you, this must be--"

"If you tell me this is a 'misunderstanding' one more time, I'm gonna... Um..." I trailed off, looking at the ground in embarrassment.

"Whatever. Let's go."

"Be careful," I replied, but she was already heading into the house. I quickly followed, my heart thumping faster and faster with every step... And as I began to hear the sounds coming from the living room.

The first thing I noticed was that our heavy wooden coffee table had been thrown against the wall. It lay in two pieces next to the door, leaving plenty of space in the middle of the room for... Um... Activities.

Mom was fucking Ella from behind, hands wrapped around her waist as she slammed her powerful hips against my sister's bubble butt. I could hear Ella's moans, but they were a little bit muffled: her face was buried between Claire's legs, eating my crush out as she squirmed on the floor.

My mother growled with every thrust, showing no restraint as she shoved her thick, foot-long cock into Ella. The balls slapping against my sister's legs were quite a bit smaller than the last time I saw them--They were still bigger than a pair of baseballs, but, y'know... Smaller.

And no wonder: their contents were spilled all over the floor, the furniture, and the nubile bodies of all three women. Ella was doing her best to rectify that, though: I could hear her slurping the jizz from Claire's pussy as she happily endured Mom's rough fucking.

Suddenly, the SLAP, SLAP, SLAP and GMPH, GMPH, GMPH came to a halt.

"Welcome back, honey," Mom grunted, her eyes flickering between me and Beth. "Who have you brought into my home?"

"Holy... Fucking... Shit," Beth gasped, taking a step back.

Mom pulled out, letting her cock slide out of her daughter before smacking it against her ass a few times. It was coated in various juices, leaving stringy whitish splats with every impact.

"She's not very pretty--Not a good enough toy for your discerning mother," she continued, inching closer to us... Like an animal stalking her prey. "Then she must be... A snack."

Beth stumbled backwards, tripping and beginning to fall--But before she hit the ground, Mom leaped forward and wrapped her in a tight embrace. Then she whispered something to Beth, her tongue flicking against the terrified girl's ear... And then that tongue... Grew.

It slithered out of her mouth like a snake, following the curve of Beth's neck... All the way around, twice. The younger woman's eyes were wide as Mom's tongue strangled her, but that wasn't the end: it just kept getting longer, winding around her shoulders, then waist, then hips. Within seconds, even her ankles were trapped together.

All the while, the fire behind my mother's eyes was growing brighter... And I could see even more dancing lights through her mouth, coming from somewhere deep within her throat. Deeper, even--It was like watching lights on the side of a cave wall, the outermost traces of a world, a hell, beyond my understanding.

That language may be a little flowery, but I swear, it's... Accurate.

I don't have as clear a picture of what happened next. I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't watch... I turned my back, staring at the wall as the strong, kind young woman who'd agreed to help me was... Was... Swallowed. Taken whole, her body and mind pulled into the literal hell that had somehow grown within my mother's body.

More specifically, the hell within her balls. When the screaming stopped, I saw a familiar light flickering against the bottom of the wall. Then Mom cleared her throat, prompting me to turn around.

Her testicles were so swollen that they nearly reached the floor. They churned violently, the shadows within casting that ethereal light on everything in the room. I could see Beth moving within, her shrunken body--Or maybe her disembodied soul--Flitting around in desperation. It wasn't just her, though: other shapes moved in that churning darkness too, albeit more sluggishly.

I took one step to run away, before Mom spoke in a voice that paralyzed my every muscle:

"No."

"I--I don't--"

"Kneel."

The last thing I wanted to do was get closer to the horror between her legs--Horrors, even, if you count the fat cock that she was slowly stroking back to its full hardness. But my body was more inclined to obey her than me, so my knees hit the floor regardless.

"Honey," she purred, her tone softening... But not very much. "We need to talk."