Playing with food
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 41
by
copier
· original author:
somedude248
It only took a second for Orihime's taste buds to process the flavor of what she had swallowed. Immediately, a grin formed on her lips as the young woman's eyes lit up brighter than any explosion seen so far that day.
"Yummmmmmy!"
Immediately, her greedy hands reached into the air, attempting to pluck out more airplanes from the sky as if they were butterflies, reaching to grab the tasty treats from their metal shells. Ichigo could only look on, confused slightly at her reaction to what she tasted, and annoyed that she wanted to put something in her mouth besides his shaft.
In the skies above, it was complete chaos. The pilots of the various fighter jets had seen their comrade eaten alive and quickly realized that they were next on the menu. Attempting to flee as quickly as they could, several planes soon found themselves caught in Orihime's grip as others flew to safety. One particularly unlucky pilot had avoided capture, only to find his jet moved by the force of Orihime's hand towards the ground. When the brief scuffle had ended, she had captured half-a-dozen planes, looking down at them as she licked her lips. To the giantess holding them, the people in the planes hadn't even registered as anything but food. The screams that emerged as she ripped open the cockpits of the planes only registered as a cute afterthought to her, nothing more. Ichigo wasn't any more sympathetic, ready to explain why he was so angry, when he felt a grape-sized object go into his mouth.
"They're really good, right Ichigo?"
As his brain processed the taste, the young man relented from his anger, if only briefly. "Actually, it's not too bad. Kinda salty." The fact that he had basically committed cannibalism had been lost on Ichigo, the pilot being nothing more to him but an annoyance, a snack offered by his girlfriend. A sadistic voice deep in the depths of his mind nodded its approval as he relished the taste of the swallowed soldier.
Orihime nodded, licking her lips. "Yeah, I know!" Reaching for another pilot, she brought him up to her lips as he screamed aloud "How could you do this?"
Ichigo just shrugged. "Hey, you started it."
There was no further debate. Orihime lifted the man up and swallowed him in one gulp, grinning at the taste as she titled her head slightly to the side. As the other pilots screamed, she gobbled them up one by one until all that remained was their damaged jets, which she carefully placed on the ground.
With that done, Ichigo readied himself to voice his discontent over his girlfriend abandoning him for a snack, but found himself stopped yet again at the feeling of intense pleasure from his lower regions. Looking down, he saw Orihime, quick and stealthy as a cat, assuming the position she had been in prior, a sunny smile on her face as she looked up at him.
"Ichi-coo is even tastier than before."
Ichigo found himself tongue-tied. For the life of him, he couldn't stay mad at Orihime now that she was ready to get him off. Even if she had waited, he wasn't sure how much anger he could store.
At this point, pondering ifs or maybes was unimportant. What mattered was that he was finally going to get off.
And maybe afterwards, he could grab lunch in the city.
"Yummmmmmy!"
Immediately, her greedy hands reached into the air, attempting to pluck out more airplanes from the sky as if they were butterflies, reaching to grab the tasty treats from their metal shells. Ichigo could only look on, confused slightly at her reaction to what she tasted, and annoyed that she wanted to put something in her mouth besides his shaft.
In the skies above, it was complete chaos. The pilots of the various fighter jets had seen their comrade eaten alive and quickly realized that they were next on the menu. Attempting to flee as quickly as they could, several planes soon found themselves caught in Orihime's grip as others flew to safety. One particularly unlucky pilot had avoided capture, only to find his jet moved by the force of Orihime's hand towards the ground. When the brief scuffle had ended, she had captured half-a-dozen planes, looking down at them as she licked her lips. To the giantess holding them, the people in the planes hadn't even registered as anything but food. The screams that emerged as she ripped open the cockpits of the planes only registered as a cute afterthought to her, nothing more. Ichigo wasn't any more sympathetic, ready to explain why he was so angry, when he felt a grape-sized object go into his mouth.
"They're really good, right Ichigo?"
As his brain processed the taste, the young man relented from his anger, if only briefly. "Actually, it's not too bad. Kinda salty." The fact that he had basically committed cannibalism had been lost on Ichigo, the pilot being nothing more to him but an annoyance, a snack offered by his girlfriend. A sadistic voice deep in the depths of his mind nodded its approval as he relished the taste of the swallowed soldier.
Orihime nodded, licking her lips. "Yeah, I know!" Reaching for another pilot, she brought him up to her lips as he screamed aloud "How could you do this?"
Ichigo just shrugged. "Hey, you started it."
There was no further debate. Orihime lifted the man up and swallowed him in one gulp, grinning at the taste as she titled her head slightly to the side. As the other pilots screamed, she gobbled them up one by one until all that remained was their damaged jets, which she carefully placed on the ground.
With that done, Ichigo readied himself to voice his discontent over his girlfriend abandoning him for a snack, but found himself stopped yet again at the feeling of intense pleasure from his lower regions. Looking down, he saw Orihime, quick and stealthy as a cat, assuming the position she had been in prior, a sunny smile on her face as she looked up at him.
"Ichi-coo is even tastier than before."
Ichigo found himself tongue-tied. For the life of him, he couldn't stay mad at Orihime now that she was ready to get him off. Even if she had waited, he wasn't sure how much anger he could store.
At this point, pondering ifs or maybes was unimportant. What mattered was that he was finally going to get off.
And maybe afterwards, he could grab lunch in the city.
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