This choice: What did she have in mind for me? • Go Back... Smiling and sweaty, the woman scooped me up in her huge, fat arms. I'm not sure I would have resisted even if I could have, even knowing now what she had in mind; I was too curious. She looked a little surprised, like she expected me to fight back too, but when I didn't she just shrugged and carried me from her living room to her kitchen.
She set me down on her countertop and told me to hold still, and I obeyed. I watched as she bent over, letting me see just how big and wide her ass could be, and got a huge baking sheet, a roll of heavy-duty foil, a jug of olive oil and some bottles of herbs & spices. It somehow didn't occur to me what she was doing--not even after she turned the oven on--until she'd spread the foil out onto the baking sheet and set all of the oils and spices down next to me.
She saw my eyes get big and white. "Oh, you just figured it out?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. I started to move away, but she grabbed my arm and was tearing off my costume and underwear before I could get anywhere. "Quit it!" she snapped. "Hold still! You get me banned from my Target, you come into my house, and now you're going into my oven so you can be my dinner!"
She forced me down onto the baking sheet and pinned me down with one flabby arm while she rubbed oil and seasoning all over me with her other hand. I was shaking with fear and struggling to breathe as her weight and strength pressed own on my throat, but I still squealed in surprise when I felt her thick fat fingers slide down my butt crack and between my legs. She seemed to really like keeping her fingers ... in there, and moved them back and forth, back and forth, side to side, side to side, making funny moaning sounds and even licking her lips. It felt odd and of course it hurt, but it also didn't feel entirely bad, like when I'd been thrusting up at her on the couch so I could breathe.
Eventually the weight got to be too much on my neck and the weird feelings from her having her fingers in me got too intense, and I could feel my toes curling as I made a tiny little scream. I didn't quite pass out, but I felt very light-headed, like I was sleeping but also awake enough to know it.
The nurse was sweating even more now, and had the meanest looking smile on her face that I'd ever seen. "There," she said, "I knew you'd like that, you nasty little witch-girl. You want this! That's why you made yourself look so sexy on that bench. You wanted this." She was rubbing her belly and her panties now. I could hear her stomach growl. The oven chimed to signal that it was pre-heated and ready.
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