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Maybe I'll try a loli pred next? ","writing":"Beryl hated kids. Especially after having to constantly deal with her terror of a little brother, but she needed the money. There was an opening for a babysitter job typed out on a paper in the school's hallway, and she took it. She turned off her mom's car and stared at the house for a few minutes, debating on whether to go through with this. She gave an over dramatic sigh. \"Remember Beryl, this is for that prom dress.\" With that, she took a deep breath and regained her confidence and stepped out of the car, approaching the house. Already having the key from the kid's parents, she unlocked the door and let herself in.\n\nFor the first 3 steps into the house, she retained her appearance of hating every second of being there, but before the kid she was supposed to take care of could see her, she immediately smiled brightly. She could at least pretend that this kid was the highlight of her day for one night. As if on cue, the brat showed up, running excitedly with the energy of a kid who could get into a lot of trouble. He came to a stop just in front of Beryl and beamed a mischievous smile at her. \n\"Who are you, miss? Are you the babysitter?\" He said with a giggle. \nShe bent down low and stood on her knees so that she could meet him at eye level, giving him a fake sweet smile. \"Yes I am, little boy. My name is Beryl. Your parents asked me to take care of you! What's your name?\" \nThe boy put his hands on his hips proudly. \"Hi miss Berry! My name is Tucker, and I don't like babysitters!\" A crack formed in Beryl's fake smile, while she grumbled internally, but kept smiling. But, before she could speak, the boy continued. \"I think I'll like you, though. You smell nice!\"\n\nBeryl's eyes widened in surprise. Was this kid going to be nice for her tonight? Maybe spending extra on that perfume would pay off! She closed her eyes and thanked whoever would hear her thoughts for an easy work night. \"Oh, its Beryl, sweetie. Now, let's g-\" she opened her eyes to seeing Tucker's face brushing up against her own, with him sniffing her hair.\n\"Yup! Just like blueberries!\" he said excitedly.\nShe stood back up immediately. \"Y-you can't just sniff people's hair like that, kid!\"\n\"I told you, my name is Tucker!\" His stomach grumbled. \"But that's ok. I really really like blueberries.\" He rubbed his stomach, and out came a much louder grumble. \"Mom and dad said you would make me breakfast, and that was a long time ago!\"\n\"I'm sorry sweetie, I spent so long putting on makeup...\" She thought back through all the events of this morning, how her hair got tangled, getting stuck in traffic, getting a little carried away on social media...she didn't mean to be so late! As she was lost in her thoughts she felt Tucker grab her.\n\"You smell just like a pancake...\"\n\"Kid, you're really getting on my nerves! Now cut that o-!\"\nWith surprising strength, Tucker shoved her over. As she was falling, she hit her head on the dresser, and blacked out. Before her consciousness faded, she heard Tucker mutter, \"One biiig...Giant...Pancake...\"\n\nBeryl had a little trouble waking up, she seemed to have trouble moving. She tried to stretch, but her arms just didn't want to budge! They seemed...wet? She wiggled around some, trying to piece together the situation. She saw a hit of light, and tried to focus her eyes on it. Slowly, a picture started to form. It looked like the door, but it was still fuzzy. And there was stuff around it? No, she tried to move more, there was stuff around her head! She tried to move even more, and was only met with muffled complaints, which rumbled all around her. Beryl felt her world turn, and finally things made sense. There, Tucker turned to face the mirror on the dresser, hands back on his hips, once again in a proud pose. Except this time, he had a much larger belly! But more importantly, she was in his belly! Beryl could see herself in Tucker's mouth, the rest of her body already inside of his stomach, eyes wide with fear. She tried to scream, but Tucker lifted up his tongue and poked at her face, pushing her down his throat. He closed his mouth and swallowed hard, and a large lump traveled down his neck and down to join the huge sloshy bulge in his massive belly, a muffled cry going down the whole way.\n\nHe gasped for air with his mouth clear again, but also to relish the flavor. He smacked his lips a few times before belching loudly. \"I was right, lady. You really were a giant pancake!\" He giggled and slapped his tummy, fascinated with watching it wobble. Inside, Beryl couldn't believe what was happening. This was supposed the be the kid she was babysitting, not feeding! Stacy shifted around a few more times in his stomach, looking for an exit. Despite the stomach belonging to a child, it was surprisingly resilient! And so very very tight! She could hardly move.\n\nTucker just laughed as she moved around in there. \"That feels funny, pancake.\" He let out another small burp. \"Thanks for breakfast! I'm going to watch cartoons now.\" He slowly wandered over to the couch, taking a long time to get there with all the extra weight, before finally reaching it. He almost couldn't climb it, but he roughly flopped his belly first on the couch, then climbed on top of his belly to get on the couch, making things extra uncomfortable for Beryl while he laid on top of his belly. \"Tucker! Do you hear me? You have to let me out, sweetie!\" She tried asking in her fake sweet voice. \n\nAfter several minutes passed of him ignoring her, she asked more firmly. \"If you don't let me out right now, brat, I'm telling your parents!\" She kicked and yelled, but her complaints only barely reached outside. To Tucker, she really was just a giant pancake now. She was just food. And what happens to food?\n\nShe shrieked as acids started to fill the stomach she was in. This was not how this night was supposed to go at all. In fact, how is this even happening? Her threats turned quickly into begging and pleading, but it was too late. Outside, Tucker had already tuckered out. Still laying on top of his huge belly, he closed his eyes for a long food coma nap.\n\nBeryl really hated kids.\n\nAfter several hours, Tucker's parents made it home. They saw Beryl's car in the driveway, but couldn't find her anywhere. They asked Tucker, but he just rubbed his now flabby tummy and told them that she left with her boyfriend after making him breakfast. They started talking to themselves about how irresponsible that was, but Tucker spoke up and told them she was his new favorite babysitter and please hire her again. They shrugged and told him they would consider it. He rubbed his tummy and told them, \"That was the best breakfast I ever had.\"","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Beryl hated kids. Especially after having to constantly deal with her terror of a little brother, but she needed the money. There was an opening for a babysitter job typed out on a paper in the school's hallway, and she took it. She turned off her mom's car and stared at the house for a few minutes, debating on whether to go through with this. She gave an over dramatic sigh. "Remember Beryl, this is for that prom dress." With that, she took a deep breath and regained her confidence and stepped out of the car, approaching the house. Already having the key from the kid's parents, she unlocked the door and let herself in.

For the first 3 steps into the house, she retained her appearance of hating every second of being there, but before the kid she was supposed to take care of could see her, she immediately smiled brightly. She could at least pretend that this kid was the highlight of her day for one night. As if on cue, the brat showed up, running excitedly with the energy of a kid who could get into a lot of trouble. He came to a stop just in front of Beryl and beamed a mischievous smile at her.
"Who are you, miss? Are you the babysitter?" He said with a giggle.
She bent down low and stood on her knees so that she could meet him at eye level, giving him a fake sweet smile. "Yes I am, little boy. My name is Beryl. Your parents asked me to take care of you! What's your name?"
The boy put his hands on his hips proudly. "Hi miss Berry! My name is Tucker, and I don't like babysitters!" A crack formed in Beryl's fake smile, while she grumbled internally, but kept smiling. But, before she could speak, the boy continued. "I think I'll like you, though. You smell nice!"

Beryl's eyes widened in surprise. Was this kid going to be nice for her tonight? Maybe spending extra on that perfume would pay off! She closed her eyes and thanked whoever would hear her thoughts for an easy work night. "Oh, its Beryl, sweetie. Now, let's g-" she opened her eyes to seeing Tucker's face brushing up against her own, with him sniffing her hair.
"Yup! Just like blueberries!" he said excitedly.
She stood back up immediately. "Y-you can't just sniff people's hair like that, kid!"
"I told you, my name is Tucker!" His stomach grumbled. "But that's ok. I really really like blueberries." He rubbed his stomach, and out came a much louder grumble. "Mom and dad said you would make me breakfast, and that was a long time ago!"
"I'm sorry sweetie, I spent so long putting on makeup..." She thought back through all the events of this morning, how her hair got tangled, getting stuck in traffic, getting a little carried away on social media...she didn't mean to be so late! As she was lost in her thoughts she felt Tucker grab her.
"You smell just like a pancake..."
"Kid, you're really getting on my nerves! Now cut that o-!"
With surprising strength, Tucker shoved her over. As she was falling, she hit her head on the dresser, and blacked out. Before her consciousness faded, she heard Tucker mutter, "One biiig...Giant...Pancake..."

Beryl had a little trouble waking up, she seemed to have trouble moving. She tried to stretch, but her arms just didn't want to budge! They seemed...wet? She wiggled around some, trying to piece together the situation. She saw a hit of light, and tried to focus her eyes on it. Slowly, a picture started to form. It looked like the door, but it was still fuzzy. And there was stuff around it? No, she tried to move more, there was stuff around her head! She tried to move even more, and was only met with muffled complaints, which rumbled all around her. Beryl felt her world turn, and finally things made sense. There, Tucker turned to face the mirror on the dresser, hands back on his hips, once again in a proud pose. Except this time, he had a much larger belly! But more importantly, she was in his belly! Beryl could see herself in Tucker's mouth, the rest of her body already inside of his stomach, eyes wide with fear. She tried to scream, but Tucker lifted up his tongue and poked at her face, pushing her down his throat. He closed his mouth and swallowed hard, and a large lump traveled down his neck and down to join the huge sloshy bulge in his massive belly, a muffled cry going down the whole way.

He gasped for air with his mouth clear again, but also to relish the flavor. He smacked his lips a few times before belching loudly. "I was right, lady. You really were a giant pancake!" He giggled and slapped his tummy, fascinated with watching it wobble. Inside, Beryl couldn't believe what was happening. This was supposed the be the kid she was babysitting, not feeding! Stacy shifted around a few more times in his stomach, looking for an exit. Despite the stomach belonging to a child, it was surprisingly resilient! And so very very tight! She could hardly move.

Tucker just laughed as she moved around in there. "That feels funny, pancake." He let out another small burp. "Thanks for breakfast! I'm going to watch cartoons now." He slowly wandered over to the couch, taking a long time to get there with all the extra weight, before finally reaching it. He almost couldn't climb it, but he roughly flopped his belly first on the couch, then climbed on top of his belly to get on the couch, making things extra uncomfortable for Beryl while he laid on top of his belly. "Tucker! Do you hear me? You have to let me out, sweetie!" She tried asking in her fake sweet voice.

After several minutes passed of him ignoring her, she asked more firmly. "If you don't let me out right now, brat, I'm telling your parents!" She kicked and yelled, but her complaints only barely reached outside. To Tucker, she really was just a giant pancake now. She was just food. And what happens to food?

She shrieked as acids started to fill the stomach she was in. This was not how this night was supposed to go at all. In fact, how is this even happening? Her threats turned quickly into begging and pleading, but it was too late. Outside, Tucker had already tuckered out. Still laying on top of his huge belly, he closed his eyes for a long food coma nap.

Beryl really hated kids.

After several hours, Tucker's parents made it home. They saw Beryl's car in the driveway, but couldn't find her anywhere. They asked Tucker, but he just rubbed his now flabby tummy and told them that she left with her boyfriend after making him breakfast. They started talking to themselves about how irresponsible that was, but Tucker spoke up and told them she was his new favorite babysitter and please hire her again. They shrugged and told him they would consider it. He rubbed his tummy and told them, "That was the best breakfast I ever had."","pools_count":0,"title":"Blueberry Pancakes","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"1","rating_name":"Mature","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"3","name":"Violence","description":"Mild violence","rating_id":"1"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"75"}