I call and invite you into my room. You walk in, following the sound of my voice as it gets louder. I'm your aunt, a woman who has always had a capacity for growing a sizable belly, something you've suspected but never confirmed. Little do you know, I'm pouring over the pages your journal, but not just any journal. This journal contains every deep, dark, taboo fantasy you've ever harbored regarding your aunt's big belly. I tell you to put your ear to it and listen to all of the food shifting around inside. I read all about how you get off on my stomach gurgles and sloshes. I want to show you the inside of my mouth, how dark and scary it is. I tell you that if you ever went down my throat, I would automatically become your step-mommy, and tease you mercilessly about it.  Next, I drop you inside and then ask if you can believe that you're really in your aunt's mouth. You're not food, but I'm treating you like a snack. My curiosity wants to test how truly deep the taboo desire runs. I tell  you I'm going to swallow and you're going to go down your aunt's throat. You squirm and protest, but I just shush you and prepare for the final gulp. With a load swallow, I lean back, gasping in both disbelief and satisfaction, not regretting a moment. I tease you, sing to you, repeating that I'm your step-mommy now as I pat and jostle my full, gurgling belly.