This choice: "Cooking your body up on that grill and eating it!" • Go Back...Chapter #4"Cooking your body up on that grill and eat... by: Unknown "I... wait, what?" You say flatly, the absurdity of her statement catching you completely off guard.
"You heard me, bitch. I've just had a four foot growth spurt in four seconds and now my belly, twice as big, is half as full. I'm STARVING, and you're so cute I could just eat you up! And so I will!" She said, her giant hand wrapping around your wrist and effortlessly dragging you off towards the large and obscenely well equipped barbecue station that you were suddenly regretting installing in your back yard.
"I-I thought you said we'd do stuff I liked!" You stammered, your free hand desperately clawing at Flora's iron-like grip to no avail.
"Oh, trust me, you will like it! You're gonna be delicious!" Flora said, reaching back with her own free hand and swatting your struggling one away with what must've been a light tap for the giant demoness but which felt like a mighty slap to the person sized you.
"I thought you said you owned my soul for a year, why waste that killing me ten minutes into day one?!" You demanded, your mind scrambling to find some way to talk Flora out of her plan while your body scrambled to find some way out of her hand.
"Oh quit being such a baby, I'm not going to kill you! And even if I did, what makes you think my magic couldn't bring you back?" She said, her tone reminiscent of a mother trying to calm her bratty child as she dragged them to the dentist's office. "Now stop struggling, or else I'm not going to dampen your pain receptors.
"I... uh?" You stopped your squirming as you tried to figure out if you had heard her right.
Either taking that as compliance, or just capitalizing on your confusion, Flora hoisted you up and threw you bodily onto a large, flat, wooden table directly adjacent to the cooking station, one that would normally serve eight guests though for the time being it looked like it was just going to serve one you. While the shock of the impact knocked the wind out of you, an involuntary huff escaping your lungs, you did realize that it didn't really seem to hurt. You could FEEL the spots on yours ass and back where you'd landed hardest, and where bruises would soon form if your body survived long enough to do that, but at worst the pain felt like you'd just slept at a weird angle, a general sense of residual pressure and a soreness that wasn't particularly pleasant but at the same time didn't really feel bad. Were you just in shock, was Flora really inhibiting your ability to feel pain, or was she just toying with you and saving the agony for once she started the carving?
"This one looks good!" Flora said, drawing your attention. She'd gotten on her elbows and knees to access the large cabinet beneath the grill, her giant red ass, smooth pink soles, and well groomed pussy thrust out towards you in and bobbing slightly in an obvious flaunt as she rifled through your cutlery. Grabbing the one that she thought looked good, Flora stood up and turned around, revealing a ridiculously large Micheal Myers esque kitchen knife that somehow looked rather dainty when held in one of her massive mitts. She strode up to you, hips and tits swaying as she playfully poked the knife's tip with her finger to test its sharpness before reversing her grip on it like she was about to perform a ritual sacrifice. Which, come to think of it, this may technically qualify as. "Now, be a good boy and don't move!" She said, her her giant bust blotting out the sun as she placed her left hand flat on your sternum and leaned into you with her bulk into you, pinning you down. She raised her knife wielding right hand over her head. Realizing that there was no chance of escape, you closed your eyes and grit your teeth as hard as you could. This was it.
The blade plunged into your abdomen just beneath your sternum,the tip grazing your spine due to the force of Flora's insertion. Before you could react Flora pulled down, the blade effortlessly gliding through your skin and internal organs until Flora reached your pelvis, where she stopped. When your brain finally caught up with what had happened, the pain hit.
"Ow." you said flatly, watching as a small geyser of blood erupted from the giant hole in your abdomen. "That kind of stings." Yes, despite having just been opened up like a duffel bag, the wound felt like nothing worse than getting jabbed with a needle. Unpleasant, but certainly not agonizing, and even those bad sensations that did come from having a knife dice all of your organs in two were counterbalanced by an almost ticklish sensation of your bisected organs wriggling around inside you. It was a sensation similar to having your foot had fallen asleep, except it was your entire abdomen.
"See? I told you that there was nothing to worry about. So long as you play nice and do exactly what I tell you to do exactly when I tell you to do it, you'll find this year of servitude almost like a vacation." flora said, patting your head with a red hand dripping with warm crimson. She ruffled your hair playfully. "Almost." She emphasized, causing your smile to falter somewhat. Before you could ask her to elaborate Flora continued with her own topic. "Now then, let's get you prepped for the grill!"
Turning around and walking back over to the barbecue station, swinging her ass devilishly as she walked, Flora picked out the largest pot she could find (more of a wok, really) before walking back and setting it besides your head. You were about to ask what she planned on doing with that when a giant demonic hand plunged into your abdomen and pulled out an oversized fistful of entrails, dumping them into the pot. In spite of yourself you laughed, her soft fingers tickling accidentally your innards as she tore them away from you. Your legs kicked, your arms bringing themselves to your chest as you reflexively tried to roll away. "What did I tell you about not moving?"
"I'm sorry, that tickles!" You say between breaths, your laughs causing your belly to quiver and tickle you even further as its wounds rubbed against each other.
"Well try to keep it under control." Flora said, reaching in and pulling out another indescribable mass of viscera. "I don't like it when my meat moves, and if you can't help yourself, I can make this a LOT less pleasant for you."
Your laughs died down. You looked at the bowl beside you. You realized that despite being severed, you could still feel very last stringy piece of organ in the bowl. You did NOT want to know what this would feel like without an inhibited sense of pain. You nodded solemnly.
Flora hollowed you out with only four more pulls, burying her arm elbow deep inside your body as she forcefully yanked out your heart and lungs, her double sized double D's drooping down and lightly rubbing against your chest as she worked making it even harder to control yourself as your mind, guts, and cock all fought for control of your limbs and vocal chords. You did your best to restrain yourself, hands digging into the sides of the table and legs held as stiff as you could force them to remain. When Flora finally finished hollowing you out, you were panting like a dog, which felt pretty weird seeing as how your lungs were no longer constrained by your ribcage, and you were sweating like... well, like a stuck pig. "Aw, who's a good little piggy?" Flora rhetorically asked, either reading your thoughts or just getting coincidentally close to them as she playfully scratched your chin. "I think our good little piggy has earned a snack!" She said.
You weren't going to lie, you were feeling a bit empty right now. Flora giggled, definitely reading your mind that time. She strutted off to the corner of your yard, where a large apple tree stood. She found the largest and juiciest of the apples, ate the entire thing core and all in two gigantic bites, then brought you the second largest apple on the tree. "Say ah!" She said. Complying, Flora stuffed the bloodstained apple into your mouth, your teeth sinking into the fruit and its sweet juices and your own salty blood rolling down your tongue and dripping down your throat, which now sort of just emptied directly into your cavernous abdomen. "Alright then, now that the gutting is done, it's time to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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