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Anya, a 38 year old woman, was not having a good day at Target. She was already on edge, and her 6 year old son, Joseph, was making it worse. He seemed to enjoy pushing the shopping cart into other people, and he would often run off to explore the aisles, leaving her yelling for him. It was getting to the point where she was starting to lose her patience. As they walked down one of the aisles, Joseph decided to pick up a box of cereal and throw it on the floor.

"Joseph! Joseph, what do you think you're doing?" Anya snapped, whirling around to face him. His face was bright red, and he was looking down at the floor, clearly embarrassed. She reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the cereal box and into the nearest empty changing room.

The room was small and dingy, smelling of disinfectant and old sweat. There was a small bench and a metal chair, both coated in a thin layer of dust. Anya closed the door behind them and turned to face her son. His big brown eyes were wide with fear, and tears were starting to well up in them. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he whispered.

Anya took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look," she said, her voice softer now, "I'm not mad at you, Joseph. I'm just really frustrated. You know how sometimes you do things that make it hard for me to take care of you?" Joseph nodded, still sniffling. "Well, I think it's time for a new rule. From now on, when you're being naughty, I'm going to have to swallow you whole."

Her son's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a little giggle. "Really, Mommy?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement. "Okay," Anya said, "then go ahead and take off your clothes." Joseph did as he was told, slowly pulling off his shirt and pants, revealing his small, naked body. He climbed onto the chair and sat down, waiting for his mom to do whatever it was she had planned.

Anya knelt down in front of him, her face level with his crotch. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide, revealing her pink, wet tongue. Joseph's eyes went wide with fear and fascination as his mother's hot breath tickled his sensitive skin. Anya grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs inside her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. With a loud gulp, she swallowed his feet, making his body disappear into her mouth. She continued to work her way up, her lips and tongue caressing Joseph's thighs and stomach as she swallowed him whole.

When she reached his chest, she paused for a moment, feeling the rise and fall of his tiny breaths against her tongue. It was then that she realized she could feel something hard and round pressing against her cheek. Joseph's head. She smiled and pushed it in deeper, feeling the back of his skull press against her palate. With one last deep breath, she closed her lips around him and swallowed, feeling his head slide down her throat and into her belly.

She let out a satisfied burp and wiped her chin, then stood up and admired her handiwork. Joseph was completely inside of her now, his legs and arms pressed against her insides. She could feel his movements as he shifted and wriggled, as if he were trying to find a more comfortable position. She reached down and felt her stomach, feeling the bulge of his body beneath her fingers.

"There, there, Joseph," she cooed, rubbing her belly, "you're safe and sound now. I'm going to take you home and we can have a nice, quiet day together. Just you and me, okay?" She opened the door and peeked out, making sure the coast was clear. There were a few people standing by the shopping cart, but they didn't seem to notice anything amiss. With a satisfied smile, Anya walked out of the changing room, her son's warm, squirming body inside her.

Description
Anya, a 38 year old woman, was not having a good day at Target. She was already on edge, and her 6 year old son, Joseph, was making it worse. He seemed to enjoy pushing the shopping cart into other people, and he would often run off to explore the aisles, leaving her yelling for him. It was getting to the point where she was starting to lose her patience. As they walked down one of the aisles, Joseph decided to pick up a box of cereal and throw it on the floor.

"Joseph! Joseph, what do you think you're doing?" Anya snapped, whirling around to face him. His face was bright red, and he was looking down at the floor, clearly embarrassed. She reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the cereal box and into the nearest empty changing room.

The room was small and dingy, smelling of disinfectant and old sweat. There was a small bench and a metal chair, both coated in a thin layer of dust. Anya closed the door behind them and turned to face her son. His big brown eyes were wide with fear, and tears were starting to well up in them. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he whispered.

Anya took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Look," she said, her voice softer now, "I'm not mad at you, Joseph. I'm just really frustrated. You know how sometimes you do things that make it hard for me to take care of you?" Joseph nodded, still sniffling. "Well, I think it's time for a new rule. From now on, when you're being naughty, I'm going to have to swallow you whole."

Her son's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a little giggle. "Really, Mommy?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement. "Okay," Anya said, "then go ahead and take off your clothes." Joseph did as he was told, slowly pulling off his shirt and pants, revealing his small, naked body. He climbed onto the chair and sat down, waiting for his mom to do whatever it was she had planned.

Anya knelt down in front of him, her face level with his crotch. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide, revealing her pink, wet tongue. Joseph's eyes went wide with fear and fascination as his mother's hot breath tickled his sensitive skin. Anya grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs inside her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. With a loud gulp, she swallowed his feet, making his body disappear into her mouth. She continued to work her way up, her lips and tongue caressing Joseph's thighs and stomach as she swallowed him whole.

When she reached his chest, she paused for a moment, feeling the rise and fall of his tiny breaths against her tongue. It was then that she realized she could feel something hard and round pressing against her cheek. Joseph's head. She smiled and pushed it in deeper, feeling the back of his skull press against her palate. With one last deep breath, she closed her lips around him and swallowed, feeling his head slide down her throat and into her belly.

She let out a satisfied burp and wiped her chin, then stood up and admired her handiwork. Joseph was completely inside of her now, his legs and arms pressed against her insides. She could feel his movements as he shifted and wriggled, as if he were trying to find a more comfortable position. She reached down and felt her stomach, feeling the bulge of his body beneath her fingers.

"There, there, Joseph," she cooed, rubbing her belly, "you're safe and sound now. I'm going to take you home and we can have a nice, quiet day together. Just you and me, okay?" She opened the door and peeked out, making sure the coast was clear. There were a few people standing by the shopping cart, but they didn't seem to notice anything amiss. With a satisfied smile, Anya walked out of the changing room, her son's warm, squirming body inside her.