She sat at the kitchen table and spread her books across them, grateful that the normal slop from breakfast had been cleaned off by her diligent mother.

She was idly wondering where her mother was when she suddenly walked into the kitchen. She had her good set of pearls on, and had applied lipstick, rouge and all the other unusual niceties that usually implied a night out.

"Hi mom! Are we planning a night out tonight?"

Marge sat down next to Lisa and put an affectionate hand on her head. "You bet, honey..." She pulled out a reddish tube that looked like a shampoo bottle, only with no label. She looked between it and Lisa for a moment, almost as though she was thinking about something, before she continued. "...But it will be a long walk, so I want you to make sure you put on plenty of sunscreen."

She deposited the bottle in front of Lisa.

Lisa gingerly took the bottle and opened it up. Immediately she was shocked by the smell--it reeked like thick, heavy barbecue sauce.

"Mom...are you sure this is sunscreen?"

"Oh yes, honey. It's, um...it's the only kind your father will wear."

Given Homer's tendency towards hating anything that detracted from his beer and pork chop smell, Lisa found the explaination eerily acceptable. She squirted a small amount of the 'sunscreen' onto her fingers and began sliding it across her arm. It was cold and clammy, and she couldn't get over how strong it smelled. Hopefully the smell would fade a little as time went on--she didn't want to spend the whole week smelling like a pork chop.

"That's it, honey. Make sure you get it all over you, and don't try and save it, because I don't want my sensitive little girl to get burned."
Lisa paused at being called sensitive, if only because she had never complained about sunburns before, but she had to admit that it was always better to be prepared. She slathered her arms, shoulders and face carefully with the sunscreen, until she was satisfied her entire upper half was protected. As she went to place the bottle back on the table, however, Marge spoke again.

"No no no, honey! You need to put some on your legs!"

"But mom, are we really going to be walking that long?"

"You know what they say about the deterioration of the ozone layer, honey. And skin cancer, oh dear!"

She hesitantly began applying the cold, sticky goop to her legs. When she was thoroughly coated with the stuff, she found herself having to stand up to keep from getting the sunscreen all over the chair and her dress. The slime had practically stained her whole body red.

"Mom...does this stuff stain?"

"Oh no, honey. It comes right off." Marge replied as she slowly walked a circle around her daughter. "Oh, Lisa...you look almost good enough to...eat."

"Heheh...yeah...apparently I smell good enough to eat too..." Lisa said jokingly, obviously a little uncomfortable. There was something about the way Marge was looking at her that unnerved her.

"Yessssss, you sure do..." Marge said, bending down and gently sniffing at Lisa's body.

"So, uh--where are we going?" Lisa said, eager to change the subject.

"Oh, it's not where *we're* going, honey bear." Marge said, stroking Lisa's face with her fingers. "It's where *you're* going."

"Oh, so you're not coming along? That explains why you don't smell like barbecue sauce..." She said, trying unsuccessfully to giggle as she squirmed inwardly under her mother's unsettling gaze.

"Then...uh..." She tried to take a step backward, but found the table poking into her back, "Where am...I...going? And will Dad or Bart be coming along?"

"Oh...they'll be joining you soon enough..." Marge said, a wide smile on her lips. "But you'll have the honor of being the first human being to ever see what I'm about to show you."

"S-Show m-mme?" Lisa said, slowly growing terrified, though she didn't know why.

"That's right, Lisa. I'm going to eat you."

All the fear drained out of Lisa as the obviously ludicrous words emanated from Marge's mouth. "Oh. You had me really scared for a second there, mom, trying to be all creepy like that."

Marge's demeanor suddenly changed, and she giggled loudly to herself. "Yeah, I know! I've been practicing!"

Lisa was relieved the joke was over at last. "Yeah...that was pretty scary, what with the 'barbecue sauce' sunscreen and all...for a second it looked like you were actually gonna try to eat me!"

"Ah yes, about that..."

Marge reached around and grabbed the back of Lisa's dress, suddenly lifting her off the ground with strength that shocked and astonished Lisa.

"Whoah, mom--"

"That part wasn't actually a joke, Lisa." Marge explained.

"What? But how--"

"Don't worry, though. I don't plan to chew. Since you're my daughter and I love you, I'm going to swallow you whole instead."

"But MOM--" Lisa suddenly started to scream as Marge harshly clamped her little feet together with her other hand and started to lower her towards her mouth--a mouth that was opening impossibly wide.

"Wait, mom, wait! You can't swallow me, I'll--wait, stop!" Her feet entered Marge's mouth. She felt the warm, soft wetness of her throat against the tops of her feet, and felt the heat permeating through her shoes as saliva oozed into them through the seams where they met her skin.

"Mom, wait! If you eat me like this, I'll end up in your stomach! Mom, listen! If you eat me, I'll end up in your stomach and it might digest me!"

She was yelling at a mile a minute as she felt her legs slithering down the older woman's throat. She saw her tiny knees just passing Marge's teeth, and still marvelled at how this was possible as her panicked mind continued to yell pleas.

"Don't you hear me? It'll digest me! I can't be digested, I have school tommorrow! I'm a grade A student! I DON'T EVEN EAT MEEAAAAATT!"

She felt her hips sliding down the esophagus, and Marge's body just seemed to get hotter the deeper her body went into it. Her terrified mind could only fixate itself on what was happening, on the fact that she was on her way to a slimy doom within her mother's own gastrointestinal tract.

The teeth were crossing the top of her dress now. She had barely even noticed that her hands had been pinned to her sides, and were now hopelessly trapped in a cocoon of throat-flesh. She realized the mistake too late as she thrashed about, realizing her arms would have been her only hope of escape.

"Wait, wait! You're eating me! YOU'RE EATING MEEEEEEEEEEE--"

Her scream was muffled as Marge's lips finally shut over Lisa's bulbous head and, with a terrifically loud gulp, it was sent forcefully down her throat with the rest of Lisa's body.

"...Well, duh." Marge said sardonically.

Lisa's body thrashed around inside Marge's, causing violent movements across her belly. Marge wrapped her arms around her abdomen in an attempt to contain them--futile as they were, they were still uncomfortable. Through her skin, she could still hear Lisa screaming from inside.

"Mom! Mom, I'm still alive! MOOOOOOMMM!!"

Marge snarled slightly. "Lisa, why are you still talking?"

"MOM! I'm--I'm in your STOMACH!! Let me oouuuut!"

"No."

"WHAT!? But mom, it'll digest me!"

"That's happens to food, Lisa."

"I know! But--"

Lisa found it hard to argue, and felt a sinking feeling as she realized Marge considered her food. Nonetheless, she continued.

"--But I wasn't food!"

"Well, looks like you are now." Marge said calmly. "Down the old hatch, to give me energy while I do the dishes! Yes sir!"

"Mom! MOOOOOMMM!"

Lisa was getting exhausted. It was blindingly dark where she was, but every other sense was being overwhelmed. A thousand sour, bitter, foul and nauseating smells assaulted her nose, while hot, dripping wet flesh pressed against her from everywhere. The sounds of Marge's digestive tract were almost deafening from this range, as were her own screams.

Any way she turned, the soft, spongy stomach seemed to conform to her movements. Hot juice constantly dripped all over her, and the humidity and temperature were almost overwhelming. She felt like she was in a slow cooker.

"Mom, I...I promise I'll stop pestering Bart!" She yelled out.

There was no response.

"I'll...I'll stop whining about you cooking meat!"

Still, no reply.

"I'LL EVEN STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW HOMER AND BART ARE LAZY BARBARIANS THAT STIFLE THE CURIOUSITY AND CREATIVITY OF MY INNER CHIIIIIIILD!"

Finally, she heard her mother's voice in reply.

"Well, honey, I'm done with the dishes, but all this extra weight is quite straining."

Lisa gasped, allowing herself hope that Marge would release her after all.

"...So I'm going to go take a nap."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

The stomach shifted and moved disorientingly as Marge walked through the house. Lisa had no way of knowing where she was going and was quite dizzy by the time she finally seemed to stop. Shortly after, Lisa's world turned sideways, as Marge laid down on something, presumably to take her nap.

Think, Lisa, she thought to herself, her rational side gaining a voice at last. You're in your mother's stomach, about to be digested. Are you dreaming?

No, she thought--this feels too real, and has lasted too long.

Well then, what do you know about the digestive tract?

I know it's...full of acid, and tends to churn food before passing it along to the intestines.

And, given that food is normally well-chewed before it is swallowed, what does that mean for an intact meal like you?

It means I will be digested very slowly, she thought sourly.

Eventually, the heat and the stench overcame her, and she went limp, feeling her body begin to tingle and sting as the digestive juices slowly worked their way into her skin.

Marge laid in bed for several hours, listening to her stomach groan loudly as it ever so gradually dissolved little Lisa.

Some fate, Lisa thought. Not president of the United States, no, that'd be too good for Little Lisa Simpson to get...No, I had to be eaten by an insane, carnivorous mother. I doubt she'll even appreciate that my bones have fiber.

Finally, blissfully, Lisa passed out after several hours of squishing around in the hot, cramped confines of Marge's digestive tract. Two days later, when Homer and Bart got back from Duff Camp, Marge's hips were a little wider, and her breasts a little fuller.
And she had some interesting sunscreen for them to try.