This choice: Grows you to five inches, fries you and eats you as part of her lunch. • Go Back...Chapter #3KFC: Kentucky Fried Cameron. by: Mad Dog   Your mom looks up at the clock on the wall.
"Ooh, lunchtime." She says cheerfully.
She then licks her lips and smiles as she gives you a sideways glance.
An icy chill shoots down your spine as you realise what your mom is thinking. Something which is confirmed when she says:
"Looks like I'll be having crispy critter for lunch. I think you'll look lovely fried. I also think you'll be delicious in batter."
Panic flows through you. You desperately try to think of a plan, but your brain won't function properly under such pressure.
"NO! PLEASE!" You plead. "I beg you....don't....eat me! I...I...I'll do anything you want...anything."
"Really?" your mom asks with an amused grin.
You feel a tingling, and you grow to five inches. Your mom stands up and quickly unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down, along with her panties, revealing her enormous, shaved, pussy. She rubs it gently for a few minutes, until she becomes aroused, and then she presses the front of her thighs against the edge of the table. Coincidentally, it just happens that you're face is at exactly the same level as her clitoris.
"Lick my clit..slave." She says with an evil grin.
You pause for a few seconds, as you fight back a powerful wave of nausea. Then you slowly lean forward putting your hands on each of her outer labia for balance, and gently start licking the basket ball sized clitoris.
You hear the sound of air being sucked in through gritted teeth high above you, followed a soft groan. Then she says:
"Yes. That's very nice slave. Keep licking until I give permission to stop."
The level of nausea you're experiencing is indescribable. This is probably the sickest thing you've ever had to do. You're just five inches tall, and licking your own mother's clitoris.
"That feels wonderful," your mom says, her voice almost purring with pleasure. "Wait 'til I tell your other two mistresses what an excellent clit licker you are. Michelle in particular will enjoy you. She just loves receiving a little head."
Your mom chuckles, and you're not entirely sure whether she's laughing at her own joke..or whether the joke was unintentional.
"I imagine once you'd finished licking her clit, she's stand right over you, and suck you up her pussy." Another laugh.
After about twenty minutes of licking your giant mother's clitoris, you finally manage to bring her to orgasm. Unfortunately for you, This involves her putting her right foot on a chair, then grabbing and roughly stuffing you head first up her pussy, just so she can cum over you. When her orgasm subsides, she eventually pulls you out and drops you onto your back, on the table.
"Now THAT!..is how you give head." She says with laugh. She then takes a deep breathe, and lets it out with a cheerful, "Aaaah. That was quite satisfying."
"So..does this mean you're not gonna eat me?" You ask hopefully.
Your mom starts laughing.
"Oh slave!" She says. "Slave, slave, slave. Of COURSE...I'm going to eat you. I'm hungry.
"WHAT?" you ask. "B.but...I just licked your clitoris, in exchange for you not eating me."
"Really," your mom asks. "And when did I agree to that? I never agreed to it. I just told to you eat my clit, because you said you'd do anything I want if I didn't. But I never said I wouldn't eat you. Besides, you're a slave. A goddess does make deals with her slave. She commands the slave to do something, and the slave obeys. That's how it works. So, thanks for licking my clit...I hope the rest of your body is as pleasurable as your tongue. Now, I'm going to cover you in batter...drop you into the friar...and cook you. Then I will consume you."
You stand there in total shock. Your mom is right, she never agreed to anything. You feel angry and sick with terror at the thought what's about to happen to you.
"However," your mom says. "Since I really enjoyed cumming over you, I will remove SOME...of the pain."
You try to run as she reaches for you, but she's way too quick. It's as you're being lifted off the table that you break down.
"NNOOO! PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS TO ME. DON'T EAT ME PLEAAAASE!" You're crying with both anger and pure, unadulterated terror.
"Oh quit crying you little pussy." Your mom says with undisguised contempt. "You're going to be cooked...and eaten as part of a meal. Because right now...all you are to me...is food. I don't give a shit how terrified you are. It may enhance the taste of your meat. I certainly couldn't give a flying fuck about how painful being cooked will be. I'll enjoy hearing you scream in agony. Especially when I bite into your flesh. Mmmm." She licks her lips as she smiles menacingly at you.
"Now..let's get the deep fryers going, and you covered in batter mix. She walks over to one of the counters at the wall and flicks a switch to turn on the fryers. Because the others liked onion rings and fries, your mom and dad had bought two deep fryers. She then shrinks you back to one inch and drops you into a tall glass, before making the batter. She goes to the fridge and pulls out pack of onion rings. She takes a handful and brings them to the counter you're on. Then she does the same with the fries. She then gets a pack of garded peas and a pack of carrots and walks over to you.
"What d'you think will go best with you?" She asks as she holds them up. "Peas.....or carrotts?"
She thinks for a few seconds and then says, "aww fuck it. I'll have both. It ain't every day that I get to eat my ex son. She then gets some sausages, bacon and an egg.
She gets them cooking and then walks back over to you. She checks the fryers.
"Ah, they're ready." She says with a smile.
Your mom puts the onion rings and fries into one of the fryers and you immediately hear the loud crackling that you've always thought sounded like applause. It's your turn now. You can only watch helplessly as your mm walks over to the counter and tips you out of the glass. She grows you to five inches again and then dips you into the bowl of batter mix, covering you completely. You find yourself hyperventilating as your mom dangles you over the other deep fryer.
"I'm going to enjoy this," your mom says. "Let me hear you scream."
Your mom then lets go and plunge into the boiling hot oil. You can't help but let out a loud, ear piercing scream as you feel the searing heat of the oil on every part of you. You can't stop screaming, the pain is incredible. You've never felt anything that even came close to rivalling the agony you're experiencing right now. You hear your mom laughing as she looks down into the fryer. "Hurt?" she asks, "Don't worry, you'll be out in a few minutes. Nice'n crispy." She then disappears.
The pain becomes so bad that you pass out, waking up a few minutes later as your mom puts you on a plate with the rest of her meal. Your mom puts the plate down on the table and sits down. Your mom has already removed the batter covering your face, so you can clearly see her smiling down at you, before she hungrily licks her lips.
"I think you can guess where I'll be starting," your mom says. "I'm looking forward to finding out what boy meat tastes like. I've even got a mayonnaise dip for you. Cooking you will have made your bones brittle, and I've used my powers to make them even more so. She rolls you onto your front and then takes hold of your waist and picks you up. She turns you over so your facing up, and holds you horizontally, with your feet facing your mom.
"How about some mayo?" Your mom says as she dips your batter covered feet and lower legs into the mayonnaise. She then brings you back you up and licks her lips again before sliding you feet and lower half of your legs, just below the knee, into her mouth. She quickly bites down. You hear a crunching noise, both of the batter and of the bones in your legs, and you involuntarily scream loudly as a hot, searing pain shoots through your body. Your mom closes her eyes as she begins to chew on your feet and lower legs.
"Mmm," she says softly, and with a mouthful of your legs and feet. "Delicious. Y'know, human flesh really does taste of pork. Pork is my favorite. She finishes chewing and swallows, then she takes another bite, this time severing your upper legs from your body.
After eating your legs, your mom puts you down on the plate and eats one of the sausages with some fries. She then eats the bacon, and the peas. The egg is next, followed by the other sausage and onion rings. Eventually, all that's left, is you.
"I decided to save the rest of you for last." She says.
She dips the bloody stumps of your upper legs, your hands, lower arms and lower half of your torso into the mayonnaise dip. She then brings you up to her mouth and slides the lower half of your torso in. She bites down, severing your spin and sending a sharp, agonising pain through what's left of your body. She dips your upper torso and neck in the mayonnaise before sticking it in her mouth. You feel her enormous teeth slice cleanly through your neck, but then the pain stops. You're now nothing more than a severed head, watching helplessly as your mom slowly eats what's left of your body, listening to the crunching sounds coming from inside her mouth. The sound of your bones being pulverised by her teeth. Your eventually finishes chewing, then she looks you in the eyes as she swallows your upper body. A couple of seconds later, she smiles as she licks her lips.
"You were absolutely delicious." She says with a grin. "And of course, I got what I wanted. You're inside me. Most of you anway. Before I let your head join the rest of you, I just wanted you to know how much I enjoyed my lunch. I particularly enjoyed eating your meat. And to help me digest you, I'm going to have sex with one of your masters. Devouring you has made me horny. So I need to get that itch scratched anyway. You won't be returning to the outside world for several hours, you'll eventually be taking a round trip of my whole body, via my bloodstream. You'll be coming out in the usual way, except you'll have your body back, as opposed to being shit. I've decided to remove your sense of pain, so it won't hurt being digested. Not that it'll be much comfort. I'll be giving you to Stacey when you eventually come out of me. I doubt you'll find her as pleasant as I am."
Your mom smiles at you, then she tosses your head into her mouth. She then tips her head back, and swallows your head.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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