Around two o'clock, there was another doorbell ring and Tina answered. At the door was a 5ft 5in tall, kinda plump, blond woman. She was crying and yelling, "You ate my poor Rick!" Tina quickly ushered her in. The woman said her name was Sally and that Rick had been her son. Tina tried to explain why Rick deserved to be eaten, but Sally went on saying and sobbing out the life story of how she had Rick when she was seventeen, and how his father left them when he was nine; that would make Sally thirty-three. Tina just started tuning her out. Tina was looking Sally over; Sally still looked like she was twenty-five. Sally wasn't fat, but she was sort of plump; Tina was mesmerized by the tight shorts Sally was wearing, how nice they made her thighs and ass look. Tina also was admiring Sally's C-cup breasts in her tight blue blouse.
Tina wasn't listening to a word Sally was blubbering out; all Tina was thinking was, "Mmm, I haven't had a good woman roast in a while. I have just the right marinade and stuffing for her." Tina tried to stop thinking it; at the rate she was going she wouldn't have any neighbors by the end of the week. She looked Sally over again and thought to herself, "Well she would be unhappy now that she doesn't have her son; I would be doing her a favor by shrinking her to size and roasting her up for dinner tonight." Tina was torn and licking her lips at the same time. She giggled to herself and thought, "Hmm, to roast or not to roast?"
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