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Cat and Mouse - brain3times3

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      Beth pulled her new costume out of its bag and shook it out to reveal a grey onesie with white paw-feet, a white front, a springy tail, and a hood with soft, plushy, pointy ears. She turned it over, wondering how she was supposed to put it on; there were no zippers or buttons. The only openings were in the hood and the ends of the sleeves.
      A glance at the bag showed simple, illustrated instructions - climb in through the hood. Beth tugged it doubtfully (it seemed too narrow to fit over her whole body) but it stretched easily. She shrugged and stepped into it, pulled it up over her and tugging here and there to get everything in its proper place. The soft, stretchy fabric fit snugly, with no loose spots.
      When she walked out into the living room, tail bobbing behind her, Zack was already bouncing around in his own Halloween costume. Mrs. Essen cooed and fussed, tugged and adjusted, and finally exclaimed that it was "perfect, absolutely perfect!"

      Once their mom was satisfied, Beth glanced at her brother with a mischievous smile. "Hey, Zack, you make a nice mouse!"
      Zack grinned, then cowered in mock horror. "Oh no, a cat saw me!", he said, and darted off, Beth racing after him.
      Mr. Essen was coming out of the kitchen when he was almost run over by a streak of grey that might have been two of his children - he didn't get a good enough look to be certain. "Hey, slow down!" he yelled after them, barely saving the bowl of popcorn he'd almost dropped. Mrs. Essen stuck her head around the door. "Jim, they're just playing cat and mouse. Perfectly harmless. Why don't you let them wear themselves out? Besides, they're so cute in those costumes!"
      Mr. Essen shook his head and headed for the recliner (looking both ways this time before trying to cross the hallway).

      Zack slammed the door to the bathroom as he went by, hoping Beth would look in there, and ducked into the closet. He left the door open a crack and watched Beth skid around the corner... and grinned when she made a beeline for the bathroom.

      Beth started to reach for the bathroom door, then paused. The bathroom door had slammed, yes, but the door to the closet was ajar... and she was pretty sure it hadn't been before. Staying close to the far wall, she began to tiptoe down the hall...

      Zack pressed his face into the doorframe, trying to see where Beth had gone. She'd been at the bathroom door, he'd shifted position, and when he'd looked up, he couldn't see her anymore. Was she—
      Beth yanked the closet door open and pounced.

      Almost without thinking about it, Beth shoved her brother's head into her mouth. She was a cat, he was a mouse, and she'd done this once before - it was a no-brainer.
      Zack's surprise delayed his reaction just long enough for Beth to get his arms pinned. She leaned down, cramming his shoulders in and straining to get his head down her throat. He struggled, trying to break free, but another giant gulp left his arms firmly pinned.
      Beth was having second thoughts, now. She'd never tried to swallow someone arms-down before, and Zack's shoulders were getting stuck in her throat. And this time he wasn't being cooperative, either. She struggled to pull him farther in, straining to swallow. Ever so slowly, she worked her mouth farther down her brother's body.
      Zack's head slid into her stomach, and she lifted his legs into the air, trying to let gravity do some of the work. The boy's hips, thighs, and knees slid into her mouth inch by inch, pulled farther in with each hard swallow. A minute later, Beth sagged against the wall, panting. She'd done it! She'd swallowed her brother again!

      Zack wiggled around, trying to find a way out - wasn't there some way to make her throw up, or something? - but it didn't help. In fact, it seemed to be doing the opposite.
      Beth giggled, hugging her wobbling belly. Somehow, the costume had stretched easily, still fitting comfortably snug - even over her huge stomach. "Ooh, you really hit the spot, Zack!" she sighed with a smile. Zack tried kicking another spot, but the tight space took away all his force. He couldn't move enough to get in any good jabs. "No fair! You weren't supposed to eat me!" A gurgle came from somewhere below, and he wiggled harder.
      Beth hiccuped. "Well... You wanted to be the mouse!" she said with another giggle as the outline of her brother's foot slid along the side of her bulging belly. She hauled herself up and started toward her bedroom, belly bobbing with every heavy step... and froze as her mother came out of the kitchen and saw her.

      "...And you thought their cat and mouse game was 'harmless and cute', eh?" Mr. Essen said, arms crossed, trying to cast his disapproving scowl on both his daughter and wife. After that proved impossible, he settled for the daughter.
      "You swallowed your own brother?" Mrs. Essen said with a mixture of shock and disapproval. "Beth, how could you?"
      "Well, actually, after I got past his shoulders, it was pretty easy!" Beth piped up with another hiccup, only to look down with her best pitiful expression as her father's scowl deepened. Unfortunately, that only brought her gaze back to her still-wiggling stomach. Not that it was easy to forget.
      "Hey, this isn't funny!" Zack's muffled voice yelled. "Let me out!" Another kick brought forth a loud gurgle.
      "You can let him out, can't you, dear?" Mrs. Essen asked, wringing her hands. Beth nodded firmly, and her mother forced a smile. "Then I think you'd better do that right away."
      "And don't do this again, you hear?" Mr. Essen chimed in.
      Beth nodded, hiccuped again, and tried to look innocent.

      "I think it'd probably be best if you were the cat from now on, dear," Mrs. Essen said to Zack as she took the freshly-washed mouse costume out of the dryer. "Beth, dear," she called, "Come try this on! I want to make sure it fits!"
      She handed the cat costume to Zack. "You'd better try this on, too. Thank goodness it seems to have gone back to shape after... all that." She shook her head. "At least that's the last of it, right?"

      Five minutes later, Beth leaned back with a sigh. She rubbed her neck, wincing at a few tender spots. She was kneeling in her room, belly resting heavily against her legs, but something felt a bit off. "Hmm," she said to herself,  "I feel like I'm forgetting something..."
      But nothing came to her. She shrugged and patted her belly contentedly.
      Zack lay sullenly, curled up in his too-familiar tight confines. But... he thought dejectedly, ...I'm the cat!

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