You let out a sigh of relief as you see the face of your boss.
"Good, now she'll take me off from here and restore me. Well... I must admit that she is quite the hot woman for being middle aged. Didn't have the time earlier to really look at her, but she is seems really sexy... Better keep these things off from my report."
While thinking this you start to look around her, as much as you can, to see if there was a secretary or someone with a container ready to get you, but don't see anything.
"Strange... how is she going to sneak me outside without everyone noticing her not eating? Wait... Why is she grinning?"
You see your boss lift her fork and knife and starting to cut a piece out of you.
"Hey, don't do this! It me! Anderson! Don't eat me!"
As you are thinking this Ms Hazleton lifts her fork with a piece of you to her mouth and grinning while looking at it intently, puts that part of you in her mouth.
You can feel what happens in her mouth, and find it better than any blow job you ever had. She starts to push your part to the side and chews it up, then to the other side and chews again and again, till it's just mush mixed with her saliva, then pushes it toward the back of her mouth and
-Gulp-
You are left breathless as you feel part of you being massaged by her throat, and you think you just saw it move down her neck. You look up at Ms Hazleton's face and you see her grinning sensually down at you. Then she turn the head to talk to someone, but you can't understand what they are saying, as you are transfixed to her mouth, feeling the part of you that she just ate in her stomach being massaged and burned.
While you are distracted you missed to see the fork and knife come for another hit, and so another part of you goes down your boss's throat.
This keeps going on again and again, till only a little bit of you is left and lifted by the fork in front of her eyes. You look directly to her eyes and see her wink to you quickly. Then she turn toward the cook.
"This fillet is really good. One day you'll have to tell me where you get this"
Before you can hear Jones's reply, she puts you into her mouth and chews you, than swallows.
You find yourself lying in your boss's stomach. You know that you should be scared, but you can't help but feeling turned on by this.
As you lay there you keep feeling the movements made by the stomach digesting, by the food that keeps falling in after you, the burning sensation of the acids eating you and hear her heart beat.
"So this is what it feels to be food... So in the end, I am food"
After some time, you feel the whole world shake and then some other rhythmical shakes.
"She is walking. She must be going to the toilet to barf me up to change me back!"
You think about this happily, but you know that you wanted to keep what you are feeling now.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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