Out of Control
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 86
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
It came to her as the cum dripped from her face and out of her pussy that she didn’t love Simon. Not even a little bit. It should have come as a shock to her that the man that she had thought she had loved for eight weeks, the person she woke up with every morning, the one being she had planned to spend her life with was someone she couldn’t love. However, all she felt was a cold acceptance.
It wasn’t that Simon was unlovable or that he didn’t deserve love, it was just that Yoko was incapable of loving him or anyone as it turns out. Yoko had felt herself becoming more disconnected from humanity as the days had progressed. Ever since she took a life for simply insulting her, she had looked at people less as living beings and more like sex toys or meals. This feeling of detachment had been fed by her recent activities. Unbeknownst to Simon, Yoko had been giving the new citizens of Kamina a special tour of the city, taking you men and women to unfinished portions of the city and having her way with them.
She had fucked hundreds without Simon finding out, justifying it as saving Simon from wasting energy to please her later. She had used the excuse about helping Simon when she ate them too. Every single person she screwed she ate afterwards, most were too tired to struggle, but Yoko loved it when the few that had the energy fought. One particular meal that Yoko could remember was this young boy, no older then twelve, but already ogling her huge breasts. She had taken him to a secluded spot, he couldn’t get an erection so Yoko made him eat her out and when she was done she been the one doing the eating. The boy had gone down fast, but once inside her he had kicked and squirmed like crazy. Yoko couldn’t remember his name or face, only how wonderful his struggles were inside her belly as he was digested.
Killing so many people never bothered Yoko’s conscience. She would leave the scene of the crime and go home to the man she told herself she loved and sleep like a baby. Not once did it bother her. Now. She looked at Simon resting innocently under her, his tiny body could so easily be crushed under her weight. The thought of feeling Simon squirm desperately under her as he suffocate under blubber sent a chill up her spine that she’d never felt before. Like those people before him, Simon’s death wouldn’t affect the evil slut one bit.
“Yes, I’ll kill him,” Yoko whispered with none of the warmth and love she normally spoke with. All she needed was someone to fuck and eat, and she’d be happy. Simon had been a great lover, maybe the best, but the thrill of doing him in was too much to let go by. Besides, if anyone could stop her it was him. He might be small, but with Lagann, Simon was a threat to be dealt with. Looking at the father of the child inside her, dozens of different ideas about how to kill him raced through her mind.
She could smoother him under some of her fat. How nice would it be to just sit down on his face, let out thunderous farts and see whether he suffocates from the fumes or blubber. She could use her breasts instead. Simon loved her breasts, groping them whenever possible, how ironic would it be if she massed his skull between them and let him die while inside her cleavage. Her final body part was her belly. She could put her dropping belly on top of Simon; it could cover half his body and then watch him die. The thought of killing him with a belly filled with his unborn child sounded just like the twisted thing Yoko would get off on.
Smoothening sounded fun, but there were even more options to consider. Sure, she could smoother him with her ass or eat him one last time with it. Simon had only stayed a night the longest inside her huge rear, complaining that after ten hours, the air gets too stale and it gets too hot. Yoko imagined trapping Simon in her ass, sticking a big hard butt plug in her anus and seeing how long Simon could last. Imagining days of Simon squirming and screaming in her bowels was enough to make Yoko wet. Or she could try pulling him from her ass to her belly. She had done it once with a dildo. One sharp shove up her ass had sent the dildo deep into her intestines, out of curiosity, Yoko tried to pull, it deeper and ended up throwing up a wet dildo later that night. Sending Simon into her ass only to digest him seemed like a nice final trick on her one time love.
Other options flashed through her mind all at once. She could try cooking her beloved. All her meals had been alive, but what would it feel like to bake a person in an oven and then eat them? Or she wait until she gives birth and then shove Simon into her womb. Trapping him in her womb wouldn’t kill him, but leaving him trapped inside her while she fucked other people proclaiming she loved them would hurt him emotionally. She could try fucking him until he died from dehydration. She had come close to doing it several times when she was deluded that she loved him, it wouldn’t be too hard. More sinister and painful ideas came to Yoko, but like her sudden realization, the answer hit her. Smiling cruelly, she lifted Simon’s face from her cleavage and blew him a kiss. Good-bye Simon.
It wasn’t that Simon was unlovable or that he didn’t deserve love, it was just that Yoko was incapable of loving him or anyone as it turns out. Yoko had felt herself becoming more disconnected from humanity as the days had progressed. Ever since she took a life for simply insulting her, she had looked at people less as living beings and more like sex toys or meals. This feeling of detachment had been fed by her recent activities. Unbeknownst to Simon, Yoko had been giving the new citizens of Kamina a special tour of the city, taking you men and women to unfinished portions of the city and having her way with them.
She had fucked hundreds without Simon finding out, justifying it as saving Simon from wasting energy to please her later. She had used the excuse about helping Simon when she ate them too. Every single person she screwed she ate afterwards, most were too tired to struggle, but Yoko loved it when the few that had the energy fought. One particular meal that Yoko could remember was this young boy, no older then twelve, but already ogling her huge breasts. She had taken him to a secluded spot, he couldn’t get an erection so Yoko made him eat her out and when she was done she been the one doing the eating. The boy had gone down fast, but once inside her he had kicked and squirmed like crazy. Yoko couldn’t remember his name or face, only how wonderful his struggles were inside her belly as he was digested.
Killing so many people never bothered Yoko’s conscience. She would leave the scene of the crime and go home to the man she told herself she loved and sleep like a baby. Not once did it bother her. Now. She looked at Simon resting innocently under her, his tiny body could so easily be crushed under her weight. The thought of feeling Simon squirm desperately under her as he suffocate under blubber sent a chill up her spine that she’d never felt before. Like those people before him, Simon’s death wouldn’t affect the evil slut one bit.
“Yes, I’ll kill him,” Yoko whispered with none of the warmth and love she normally spoke with. All she needed was someone to fuck and eat, and she’d be happy. Simon had been a great lover, maybe the best, but the thrill of doing him in was too much to let go by. Besides, if anyone could stop her it was him. He might be small, but with Lagann, Simon was a threat to be dealt with. Looking at the father of the child inside her, dozens of different ideas about how to kill him raced through her mind.
She could smoother him under some of her fat. How nice would it be to just sit down on his face, let out thunderous farts and see whether he suffocates from the fumes or blubber. She could use her breasts instead. Simon loved her breasts, groping them whenever possible, how ironic would it be if she massed his skull between them and let him die while inside her cleavage. Her final body part was her belly. She could put her dropping belly on top of Simon; it could cover half his body and then watch him die. The thought of killing him with a belly filled with his unborn child sounded just like the twisted thing Yoko would get off on.
Smoothening sounded fun, but there were even more options to consider. Sure, she could smoother him with her ass or eat him one last time with it. Simon had only stayed a night the longest inside her huge rear, complaining that after ten hours, the air gets too stale and it gets too hot. Yoko imagined trapping Simon in her ass, sticking a big hard butt plug in her anus and seeing how long Simon could last. Imagining days of Simon squirming and screaming in her bowels was enough to make Yoko wet. Or she could try pulling him from her ass to her belly. She had done it once with a dildo. One sharp shove up her ass had sent the dildo deep into her intestines, out of curiosity, Yoko tried to pull, it deeper and ended up throwing up a wet dildo later that night. Sending Simon into her ass only to digest him seemed like a nice final trick on her one time love.
Other options flashed through her mind all at once. She could try cooking her beloved. All her meals had been alive, but what would it feel like to bake a person in an oven and then eat them? Or she wait until she gives birth and then shove Simon into her womb. Trapping him in her womb wouldn’t kill him, but leaving him trapped inside her while she fucked other people proclaiming she loved them would hurt him emotionally. She could try fucking him until he died from dehydration. She had come close to doing it several times when she was deluded that she loved him, it wouldn’t be too hard. More sinister and painful ideas came to Yoko, but like her sudden realization, the answer hit her. Smiling cruelly, she lifted Simon’s face from her cleavage and blew him a kiss. Good-bye Simon.
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