On the Family Dinner Table

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On the Family Dinner Table by The Goddess Clue Warning, this story does contain themes of shrinking, vore, and digestion. Jackson laid in his bed, worn out after a long day. It was a quiet and warm Sunday.

Amber rays of late afternoon sunlight lit his room through his curtains. He was beginning to drift off when his stomach made a particularly loud grumble that startled him. He opened his eyes and slowly got up, stretching his arms above his head.

I need a snack, he thought. I remember Lisa saying she was going to make brownies. Lisa was his new 18-year-old stepsister that had just moved in with his equally new stepmom.

He had seen her around their high school before he graduated, long before their parents ever hooked up. She was a cheerleader, Girl Scout, you name it. He always thought she was kind of bratty, but also kind of hot, too.

And having spent family time together only solidified those thoughts. He was halfway down the stairs when the warm scent of fresh brownies washed over him. In the kitchen, he could see Lisa making herself a cup of tea.

The brownies cooling next to her on the counter. Can I get one of those brownies? Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen.

Lisa turned around. Her blonde ponytail swished across her shoulders as she did. I guess you can have one, she huffed.

But don't eat them all. I plan to share them with some friends. She looked annoyed as she took the steaming cup of tea in her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Jackson tried to ignore how her pink shorts hugged her ass as she made her way up the stairs. His attention returned to the brownies on the counter. Retrieving a butter knife from the drawer, he began to cut the brownies into equal-sized squares.

With a jingle of keys, the front door opened and his stepmom walked in. She just got off of work, dressed in a tight pencil skirt and bright red heels that matched a lipstick she always wore. Not only was she attractive, but she was also a nice woman.

He was happy that his dad got with her. She set down her purse in a big paper bag on the counter. Taking off her sunglasses, she smiled.

Hey, Jackson. Hey, Miss Katie, he replied. You can call me mom, she teased, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

And I hope you don't plan on eating that right before dinner, she pointed to the brownie that he had in his hand. Don't worry. Katie began to unpack the bag.

I got takeout from our favorite Chinese place, she exclaimed. Will you put these on the table while I get everything else ready? She handed him the open container of hot noodles and orange chicken, as well as some napkins and chopsticks.

Jackson's mouth watered as he brought the containers and utensils to the table. Placing them down gently with one hand, Lisa's brownie still in the other. He eyed the brownie, thinking whether or not he should eat it now or later.

Hmm, just one bite. I'll have the rest after dinner, he thought as he took a big bite of the brownie. It was dense and chocolaty.

Still warm, too. He was actually surprised that Lisa could make such good brownies from scratch. It was so good he couldn't resist just eating the rest of it.

He almost wished she could have another one, too. He reached for the napkin on the table to wipe the crumbs from his mouth when he felt a strange feeling rush over him. His stomach ached, and a bout of dizziness overcame him.

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling he was about to pass out. As he was coming to, he felt himself laying face down on something hot and sticky. He opened his eyes and he couldn't believe what he saw.

Lumps of glistening orange chicken as large as mountains. He could see the steam rising over them like clouds. Orange sauce dripped down like rivers.

Sesame seeds as big as his head. This has to be a hunger-induced dream, he thought, frantically looking around. Everywhere he looked, he could only see mountains of orange chicken with the occasional giant chunk of broccoli.

His fear was beginning to subside and his curiosity grew. He started climbing the piece of chicken he was on. His clothes got soaked with sauce, making it harder and harder to climb.

But he pushed through and reached the top. He wiped sweat from his forehead and looked around. His stomach dropped.

He was on the dinner table, inside the container of orange chicken his stepmom brought home. This wasn't a dream. Somehow he was shrunken down and fell into the food.

Maybe someone will hear me. They'll find me, he thought aloud, trying to soothe himself. As he said that, Katie entered the dining room, a large styrofoam cup of soup and some bowls in her hands.

Katie! Miss Katie! Jackson waved his hands and screamed as he approached the table.

She was a giant, towering over him now. Everything shook like an earthquake as she placed the cup and bowls down. She didn't even notice him as she returned to the kitchen.

Calling everyone to eat. Lisa! Jackson! Frank! Dinner is ready! She returned with several cups of water that she placed down before seating herself.

Frank, Jackson's dad, emerged from the garage. I'm starved, he said as he sat down, taking a sip of his water. Dad, help me! Jackson yelled at his father, waving his arms and jumping up and down.

It was no use. He didn't see him either. His dad and Katie began chatting, completely oblivious to Jackson's predicament.

Jackson stood there looking down at the pile of food under him. How am I going to get out of this mess? He yelled.

He heard a chair scuff the floor behind him and felt the table rumble. Ooh, my favorite! Lisa cheered as she took a seat right in front of the container of orange chicken.

Right in front of Jackson. Lisa! Jackson stuttered, reaching out to get her attention also.

Hey! She suddenly spoke out. And for a second Jackson thought she had spotted him.

Where's Jackson, Mom? She asked Katie. No clue.

He was here just a second ago. He had one of your brownies, she responded. Frank cleared his throat and put a napkin in his lap.

I think he said he was going to hang out with some friends tonight. More for us then, Katie chuckled, grabbing a large spoon and heading towards the orange chicken. Damn it! Jackson barked.

He did have plans to go hang out with friends, but he was right here. Quite a bit smaller than usual, but he was right here. The orange chicken supporting him started to shake.

The giant spoon in Katie's hand was digging into the food below him. He was being lifted in the air and heading towards Katie's plate. He grew frantic trying to decide if he should hang on or try to jump.

Frozen in fear, staring at his giantest stepmom, he started to slip. He couldn't hang on, and like a small drip, he fell into the styrofoam cup of egg drop soup below him. It felt like a hot bath, filled with ribbons of egg and bits of green onion.

He swam to the edge of the cup, grabbing onto it. He was soaked in soup, but it was much better than being sticky. I'm going to have some soup first, Lisa said, reaching for the cup.

The soup splashed back and forth, submerging Jackson as she picked it up. She poured the soup into her bowl, and Jackson with it. Breaking the surface, Jackson grasped for air.

Staring at his stepsister, now so much bigger than him, blew his mind. She looked down at her cup of soup with hunger in her eyes, not noticing her helpless stepbrother floating there. She picked up her spoon and dipped it into the liquid.

The wave crashed into Jackson, submerging him once again. The spoon scooped him up out of the soup and lifted him to Lisa's mouth. Lisa, stop! Jackson cried out.

Don't eat me! Lisa was oblivious as she pressed her lips together in a small O, blowing against the steamy spoonful of soup. The gust from her pouted lips knocked Jackson down.

He looked up to see her mouth opening in front of him. He felt her hot breath against his soaked body. What he was seeing was too much to handle.

He was frozen in fear and something else. Was it arousal? He didn't know exactly what he was feeling, he just knew he was terrified.

He was going to get eaten by his stepsister, in front of his whole family, and no one was even going to realize it. As the spoon met her mouth, he was poured in, landing on her tongue. The texture instantly sent shivers down his spine.

It was wet. It was slimy. It was hot.

Nothing like he had ever experienced before. He held onto her tongue as the soup disappeared down her throat. His stomach flipped as he thought about where it went.

Mmmmm. Lisa moaned. This is good.

Her tongue moved around him, tasting him. He could see her opening her mouth, another spoonful of soup approaching. He prepared himself and held on tight once again as more soup washed over him.

He screamed as she raised her teeth up and down, crushing a slice of onion between them. Jackson was growing tired. He had been holding on tightly for so long, his arms and his hands were aching.

I can't let go, he said to himself. I can't let go, I'll get eaten! He raised his voice and pounded his fist into her tongue.

Lisa, let me out! Oh, I think I have a speck of pepper on my tongue or something, Lisa said aloud, reaching for her water, lifting it to her soft pink lips. Seeing the glass of water through her parted lips, Jackson panicked.

No, no, no, he screamed. The wave of fresh water rushing into Lisa's mouth overpowered Jackson. He lost his grip on her tongue and he was sent floating in her sip of water.

He felt a mix of emotions, fear, exhaustion, anger, and strangely, relief. He was so tired of navigating dinner and uselessly resisting her tongue. Some part of him was glad it was almost over.

For a moment, things were calm until Lisa began to swallow. Jackson squirmed as he was sucked down her throat. There was no way to resist the trip to her stomach.

The walls of her esophagus were smooth and slimier than her mouth was. Only a short time passed before Jackson landed in Lisa's stomach acid. He lifted himself off the floor of her stomach, the hot acid mixed with the soup, and it was up to his knees.

He looked around in horror, seeing lumps of food floating, being digested before his eyes. He put his back against the wall of her stomach, wrapping his arms around himself. He shook his head in denial.

This can't be happening. He cried out and sank to his knees. He looked up to see more soup falling from above.

He didn't understand how he could have shrunk down so small, how no one even noticed him, and how he was being eaten by his stepsister. He didn't want to accept his fate and be slowly digested away. He sat there, holding his knees to his chest, exhausted and defeated.

I guess I'm food now, he sighed. Lisa pushed in her chair at the dinner table, letting out a soft groan. That was so good.

I'm so full. She patted her full belly softly. Thanks for picking it up, Mom.

Katie got up and began clearing the table. No problem. I'll just put the leftovers in the fridge for Jackson when he gets home.

Katie spoke with a small huff. I'm full too. I'm going to have some brownies for dessert.

Lisa called out as she climbed the stairs to her room, tray of brownies in her hands. As she entered her room, she placed the brownies on her desk and flopped down onto her bed, rubbing her stomach. Mmm, dinner was so good.

She closed her eyes and laid her head back. A mischievous smile slowly lifted the edge of her lips. It was a shame Jackson didn't get to have any.

She got up from her bed and walked toward the tray of brownies. But he was able to get one of my brownies. Mmm, and I bet they were really good.

She giggled, patting her stomach once again. Weren't they Jackson? She questioned her full, puffy belly as she sat down at her desk.

Lisa reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a small box of plastic bags. She began to separate out each brownie, one by one, until all of them were bagged up individually and put away in her backpack. I'll just tell Mom and Frank that they were so good I ate them all.

They won't be upset that they didn't get to taste one. Besides, I made these brownies for some very special people. Another giggle escaped Lisa's lips.

With a big, content sigh, Lisa laid back down, feeling her stomach grumble as it digested the meal she just consumed. She wasn't going to miss Jackson. He was obnoxious.

At least he was useful. He was actually pretty tasty, and he had proven to her that her brownies would work as planned. The sun was setting outside Lisa's window, and the day was coming to an end.

She smiled, fantasizing about the next coming days. She let out a big yawn and rolled over to her side, slowly drifting off to sleep.