Everybody Eats
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Of course, the food isn’t meant for you, even though it would take only a tiny portion of the enormous meal to fill your meager stomach all of it belonged to Daphne. Even if she was too full to eat, which after watching her down so much you are starting to doubt is possible, she was more likely to toss the food in the trash then let you eat it. She liked you weak, she liked you miserable, she liked you as this pathetic nothing she could control so easily.
With your stomach groaning from the lack of food, you grab the normal slice of pizza, which in your hands looks almost triple its normal size and go over to Daphne holding it. Having to feed her this last morsel is just adding insult to injury for you, but you do it. Presenting it to her grease-covered mouth. She opens wide but doesn’t bite down, instead, she just makes a grunting sound and reaches over to smack your back. You stumble forward, shoving some of the food into her slobbery maw earning a loud murmur of enjoyment from the fat slut. You get what she’s trying to show you, she wants you to literally stuff the food into her but was being too lazy to even talk. She really was nothing more than a disgusting animal. Trying not to retch you start pushing the pizza in, watching it squish inside her mouth as it pushes on the back of her tongue. Daphne’s mouth is big, way too big for your liking. You keep forcing the pizza into the cavernous mouth, using both hands to get it in. As your pressing on the crust, Daphne leans her head in, overtaking the entire slice and your hands. You try to pull your arms back, but she closes her lips over your wrists.
“Oh God,” you mutter as you find it impossible to pull your hands away. Daphne’s cheeks are bloated as her mouth is so overstuffed with both pizza and your trembling hands. You can feel the food, squishing along with your hands and then you feel the tongue, hot and wet, and far too big. Your still far too big to be swallowed, but just feeling it now, slathering your punky fingers as it tastes you makes you shudder violently. That tongue will be all over you soon, overtaking you and dragging you to the throat to be swallowed like all the food you’d seen go down before. Daphne keeps licking your hands inside her mouth until finally loosening her stinky lips. You instantly pull your hands back and stare as she eats the food with her mouth open, taking big bites that send even more soggy scraps flying. She swallows it all at once, her throat bulging slightly from all that dough, tomatoes, cheese, and toppings. You watch the food vanish inside of her, gone forever amid so much other food.
“You know, considering how much time you spent under my ass I expected you to not be that tasty. Fuck me, was I wrong,” Daphne laughed, her mouth going wide again, exposing you to the gushing saliva and the sight of the dark red back of her throat. “You are one juicy morsel even with the stink of my ass on you. You were so much better than the pizza or any of that other crap I ate. I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until your small enough to go down easily, I’ll just have to force you down hard and fast when your just the right size. I wonder if I could eat you at two-foot-tall?”
“Y-you’d choke,” you stutter out, trying to say something that won’t get you punished but keep Daphne from doing something crazy. She’s looking at you now like she might be willing to try swallowing you at your current size, even though that wasn’t humanly possible. Daphne was a cruel, crazy bitch and you can just imagine her getting you greased up and tied tightly up so she could eat you like some giant sausage. She seemed to take your advice, however, as her excitement faded a little, and instead, she just slumped back on her side, letting her body process her huge meal.
“Whatever. Anyway, I don’t want you passing out from hunger so eat, you fucking moron. I left you plenty of food.” You blink, not sure what she meant but knowing you had to do something. Daphne had gone from ordering you to serve her to just expecting it, and if you didn’t follow through on her impossible to understand orders you’d be punished. You looked back at the pizza boxes, confirming again that they were empty. You turned back to Daphne, utterly lost on what to do but terrified to ask.
“Can’t figure it out. Let me spell it out for you. See all the pieces of pizza I left for you on my body? Well, they aren’t getting any warmer,” Daphne chuckled as she gestured down to all the disgusting bits of saliva drenched pizza and other food clinging to her sweaty, naked breasts and belly. It was nauseating to look at and she expected you to eat that? It was so horrible, but you were so hungry, and if you disobeyed you can just imagine what would happen to you. Daphne might start thinking about eating you again or finding new ways to force you down her gullet when you were just a wee bit smaller. Trying not to think about it, you reach for a bit piece of pepperoni sticking to the side of her firm, overstuffed gut. Daphne slaps your hand away.
“You made me explain this twice to you, now you have to use your tongue. No hands,” she said as she wagged her finger in your face. Just as you expected, not acting fast enough got you punished. Suppressing the tiny amount of self-respect you had left for yourself, you stick your tongue out and lick the pepperoni off. You have to also taste the greasy, sweaty belly fat of this horrible woman, the taste made you gag even as you force yourself to swallow. You keep going, needing to eat, and being unable to stop until Daphne tells you. Bit by bit you lap up chewed up chunks of food, tasting so many different things, all nasty, all coming from Daphne’s repulsive body. Her sweat has soaked a piece of crust, but you chew it up and swallow it. Some cheese is stuck to her underboob and you have to lick it several times to get it off. You run your tongue along the folds of fat, capturing as much as you can in your mouth before swallowing it.
“You have a good tongue, bitch. I guess you do have some uses. You are good as food and good for lapping up slop like a dog. Maybe I’ll give you a treat and let you lick somewhere specific,” Daphne says as one hand moves down to reach under her huge belly to stroke her pussy. You don’t want to lick that, it’s the second last place you want to lick. The first was the asshole which you had already spent way too much time spit cleaning. Your tongue is so dry from all the salty sweat your forced to swallow and your throat was starting to close up, but you keep going. It was while you were licking some kind of sauce off Daphne’s nipples that you felt her hand on the back of your head. She grabbed your skull and yanked you away, leaving her nipple hard and dripping wet.
“That’s enough, I don’t want you getting fat,” she says with no hint of agony. That’s fine with you, you’ve eaten enough and any less of that disgusting chewed up food was a blessing. With a loud grunt, Daphne swings her body up, the couch groaning as she’s once more sitting up. Her belly looks so much huger now that she’s seated, pushing out like some kind of drum, gurgling loudly as it handled so much food at once. She lumbered to her feet, almost falling over as stood up straight, stretching her flabby arms. She scratch’s herself as she gazes down at you, ever silent and waiting to obey. Maybe she needs to rest after that big meal, she had to be tired after all that. You just hope she isn’t going to use you as a cushion again.
With your stomach groaning from the lack of food, you grab the normal slice of pizza, which in your hands looks almost triple its normal size and go over to Daphne holding it. Having to feed her this last morsel is just adding insult to injury for you, but you do it. Presenting it to her grease-covered mouth. She opens wide but doesn’t bite down, instead, she just makes a grunting sound and reaches over to smack your back. You stumble forward, shoving some of the food into her slobbery maw earning a loud murmur of enjoyment from the fat slut. You get what she’s trying to show you, she wants you to literally stuff the food into her but was being too lazy to even talk. She really was nothing more than a disgusting animal. Trying not to retch you start pushing the pizza in, watching it squish inside her mouth as it pushes on the back of her tongue. Daphne’s mouth is big, way too big for your liking. You keep forcing the pizza into the cavernous mouth, using both hands to get it in. As your pressing on the crust, Daphne leans her head in, overtaking the entire slice and your hands. You try to pull your arms back, but she closes her lips over your wrists.
“Oh God,” you mutter as you find it impossible to pull your hands away. Daphne’s cheeks are bloated as her mouth is so overstuffed with both pizza and your trembling hands. You can feel the food, squishing along with your hands and then you feel the tongue, hot and wet, and far too big. Your still far too big to be swallowed, but just feeling it now, slathering your punky fingers as it tastes you makes you shudder violently. That tongue will be all over you soon, overtaking you and dragging you to the throat to be swallowed like all the food you’d seen go down before. Daphne keeps licking your hands inside her mouth until finally loosening her stinky lips. You instantly pull your hands back and stare as she eats the food with her mouth open, taking big bites that send even more soggy scraps flying. She swallows it all at once, her throat bulging slightly from all that dough, tomatoes, cheese, and toppings. You watch the food vanish inside of her, gone forever amid so much other food.
“You know, considering how much time you spent under my ass I expected you to not be that tasty. Fuck me, was I wrong,” Daphne laughed, her mouth going wide again, exposing you to the gushing saliva and the sight of the dark red back of her throat. “You are one juicy morsel even with the stink of my ass on you. You were so much better than the pizza or any of that other crap I ate. I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until your small enough to go down easily, I’ll just have to force you down hard and fast when your just the right size. I wonder if I could eat you at two-foot-tall?”
“Y-you’d choke,” you stutter out, trying to say something that won’t get you punished but keep Daphne from doing something crazy. She’s looking at you now like she might be willing to try swallowing you at your current size, even though that wasn’t humanly possible. Daphne was a cruel, crazy bitch and you can just imagine her getting you greased up and tied tightly up so she could eat you like some giant sausage. She seemed to take your advice, however, as her excitement faded a little, and instead, she just slumped back on her side, letting her body process her huge meal.
“Whatever. Anyway, I don’t want you passing out from hunger so eat, you fucking moron. I left you plenty of food.” You blink, not sure what she meant but knowing you had to do something. Daphne had gone from ordering you to serve her to just expecting it, and if you didn’t follow through on her impossible to understand orders you’d be punished. You looked back at the pizza boxes, confirming again that they were empty. You turned back to Daphne, utterly lost on what to do but terrified to ask.
“Can’t figure it out. Let me spell it out for you. See all the pieces of pizza I left for you on my body? Well, they aren’t getting any warmer,” Daphne chuckled as she gestured down to all the disgusting bits of saliva drenched pizza and other food clinging to her sweaty, naked breasts and belly. It was nauseating to look at and she expected you to eat that? It was so horrible, but you were so hungry, and if you disobeyed you can just imagine what would happen to you. Daphne might start thinking about eating you again or finding new ways to force you down her gullet when you were just a wee bit smaller. Trying not to think about it, you reach for a bit piece of pepperoni sticking to the side of her firm, overstuffed gut. Daphne slaps your hand away.
“You made me explain this twice to you, now you have to use your tongue. No hands,” she said as she wagged her finger in your face. Just as you expected, not acting fast enough got you punished. Suppressing the tiny amount of self-respect you had left for yourself, you stick your tongue out and lick the pepperoni off. You have to also taste the greasy, sweaty belly fat of this horrible woman, the taste made you gag even as you force yourself to swallow. You keep going, needing to eat, and being unable to stop until Daphne tells you. Bit by bit you lap up chewed up chunks of food, tasting so many different things, all nasty, all coming from Daphne’s repulsive body. Her sweat has soaked a piece of crust, but you chew it up and swallow it. Some cheese is stuck to her underboob and you have to lick it several times to get it off. You run your tongue along the folds of fat, capturing as much as you can in your mouth before swallowing it.
“You have a good tongue, bitch. I guess you do have some uses. You are good as food and good for lapping up slop like a dog. Maybe I’ll give you a treat and let you lick somewhere specific,” Daphne says as one hand moves down to reach under her huge belly to stroke her pussy. You don’t want to lick that, it’s the second last place you want to lick. The first was the asshole which you had already spent way too much time spit cleaning. Your tongue is so dry from all the salty sweat your forced to swallow and your throat was starting to close up, but you keep going. It was while you were licking some kind of sauce off Daphne’s nipples that you felt her hand on the back of your head. She grabbed your skull and yanked you away, leaving her nipple hard and dripping wet.
“That’s enough, I don’t want you getting fat,” she says with no hint of agony. That’s fine with you, you’ve eaten enough and any less of that disgusting chewed up food was a blessing. With a loud grunt, Daphne swings her body up, the couch groaning as she’s once more sitting up. Her belly looks so much huger now that she’s seated, pushing out like some kind of drum, gurgling loudly as it handled so much food at once. She lumbered to her feet, almost falling over as stood up straight, stretching her flabby arms. She scratch’s herself as she gazes down at you, ever silent and waiting to obey. Maybe she needs to rest after that big meal, she had to be tired after all that. You just hope she isn’t going to use you as a cushion again.
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