Plate Of Spaghetti
Miss Becker placed you on a small plate on her kitchen counter. You saw her getting the ingredients for her dinner, the ingredients which will be combined with you to make her meal. She got out spaghetti noodles, a can of tomato sauce, and some other stuff like salt. Spaghetti wasn't your favorite meal, but it wasn't your meal. It was hers. You're now no longer a decant living human being who eats his own food, now you are the food.
This realization made you cry and sob while sitting on the small plate, scared senseless. Although you could say that Miss Becker was hot, and you preferred meet your end by a woman as beautiful as her, not meeting your end at all was preferable.
While the spaghetti noodles took time to soften in the boiling water, Miss Becker noticed your crying. Her face got closer to you.
"What's the matter? You don't wanna be my food? You don't wanna join my delicious spaghetti? Well, you are a tiny. You guys are literally sold at supermarkets as food. If not for shrunken students, the school cafeteria would let me cook and serve tinies for sure!"
Miss Becker said with a big smile on her face. You got a close look on her talking lips. The thought of being inside her mouth and gulped down her throat sent shivers down your spine. Your crying got even worse.
"Ohhh, you don't have to do that. You know what? You are actually one of the cute tinies, with a good strong body figure. This makes you perfect for keeping with my tinies pet collection, but also makes you extra tasty. At first when I saw you I was gonna let you live as my pet, but got the cravings for shrunken man spaghetti. So, I'll make a deal with you."
Hearing those words cheered you up a lot, you might get to live!
"There's the deal little boy. I'm gonna finish making the spaghetti, and you will help me eating it."
You were baffled. She grabbed a fork and laid it down next to you.
"Here, you see? You are almost the size of this fork. And you're gonna replace it. I will garb you by your legs and waists, just as I grab a normal fork, and you will use your arms to grab the food on my plate and deliver it into my mouth. I'm sure you're strong enough to handle the mouthful loads of spaghetti.
Now listen carefully! If you will do an outstanding job, and prove me I can relay on you to be a useful pet, I will spare you and you won't end up in my belly this evening. So, are you up to the challenge? If you think it's too much for you, I can always just eat you as intended. But if you are up to this, I expect you to give it all in if you want a chance to live longer."
You were in shock for few seconds, and then you yelled "Yeeesss! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't eat me please!"
"Excellent! For now just stay here and wait."
Miss Becker have finished preparing her dinner. She got the dinner table ready with her plate of spaghetti and some diet coke. Now it is dinner time.
Miss Becker grabbed you by the lower half of you body, with you facing down. She brought you close to her plate. The heat was radiating from the freshly cooked meal. "Now, grab as much as you can. I might twist and roll your body to have a better grab, but try to hold with your arms as much as you can. And don’t drop any!" Miss Becker said in a serious, a bit intimidating tone.
And so you did. You grabbed as much as you can, as hard as you can. It was painfully heavy, and the greasy tomato sauce didn't made it any easier. She brought you to her mouth. she pursed her lips, blowing air to cool off the steamy spaghetti before letting it in. then she opened her mouth wider and you got to see the big tongue, stretching out to welcome you with the food. Your arms and head passed her teeth line. Inside her mouth was hot and damp. Her lips came closing around your neck, and you let go of the spaghetti as she pulled you back out.
Unsurprisingly, some of the noodles were dangling out from her mouth, and she slurped them back in and chewed. "MMMMM VERY GOOD!" she said with moaning. Delivering that mouthful wasn't easy at all, and there were dozens of more to come.
This continued on with more rounds of you lifting the heavy load of spaghetti to Miss Becker's mouth. sometimes you hit her teeth with your arms and head, or felt her slippery tongue. Here and there she gave herself and you a brake, sipping the diet coke. One time she still held you close after taking a sip and released a small burp on you, giggling afterwards.
With each and every new round, you got more and more exhausted. Soon, only one last mouthful remained, and you were at the brink of passing out. You did have a nice body figure, but you weren't an athlete. With all of what's left of your strength, and with the might of your desire to live, you have managed to finish the last round of delivering spaghetti to Miss Becker's mouth.
"MMmm, very nice! You've actually managed to carry your job all the way through! Well done! Now it's time to finish the meal. Are you up for dessert? I feel like eating something sweet."
What did Miss Becker mean by that?
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June 3, 2023
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