Snacking at Work
 
Dennis sighed and went on scrolling his phone. His job was always pretty boring, but today it was particularly dull. He had to resist the urge to simply walk away several times, and only the risk of being fired gave him any reason at all to control this impulse.
 
The Corner Grocer was a miniscule and somewhat dingy grocery store in a plain and quiet neighborhood that, due to it having a little of everything, served as an effective substitute for larger stores or supermarkets for many people in the region. Dennis happened to be it's only employee, for it didn't need many people to stay open.
 
As for Dennis himself, he was just like your average young man in his late teens: skinny and scrawny, lanky and spindly, oily and awkward. And like most youths, boredom was like torture for him, but still he had to deal with it to keep his job, for the small salary he received was more than welcome. His mother didn't give him any form of allowance and he had to buy his stuff somehow.
 
His boss trusted him enough to rarely feel the need to show up there since, although he did mess up once or twice, Dennis' job was simple enough even for him to do. He just had to stay behind the counter, make sure nobody stole anything, put misplaced products back in place, and so on and so forth. When closing time came, he gave the floor a quick sweep, closed the store and went his way home, which was only some minutes away from there by bicycle (his usual mean of transportation).
 
Oh, his bicycle...it had been dodging the scrapyard for the last few months considering the pitiful condition it was in. He'd better buy a new one when his next payday came. But that sound just now was that of the door opening, so there was finally going to be some stimuli in that hole of a store. Dennis was rather surprised though, for in the space of just one minute five different people entered the grocery store, and he was pretty sure they weren't together.
 
They came in such quick succession that the young man's mind had some trouble processing all of them. Let's see: a middle aged man looking at the vegetables, a kid with some missing teeth he'd seen buy candies and snacks before, a mature woman that he felt like he recognized from somewhere (maybe Dennis gazed at her a bit more than at the other customers, and blushed slightly while doing so), a tired-looking brunette who wanted to buy cigarettes, a guy who, according to himself, was in "desperate need of a matchbox".
 
Eventually, all those customers went away after buying whatever they wanted (although Dennis did try to warn the kid that they'd lose another tooth if they went on buying candy that often) and so Dennis went back to boredom and to his phone. Then, he heard a noise that startled him.
 
"The fuck was that?" He said under his breath, vacating his position behind the counter to investigate.
 
The noise appeared to have come from the snack aisle. Had the kid from before returned without him noticing? There was another noise which made Dennis quickened his pace, and he arrived just in time to hear another noise and to actually see it's cause: the mature woman was still in the grocery store and, by the looks of it, was a very clumsy customer. The source of the noise had been her massive ass knocking things off their shelves when she turned around caressly in the aisle.
 
Dennis felt like a statue as he watched the MILF lean down to pick up the things on the floor, only for her meaty rump to knock more things down.
 
"Oh dear..." She said with some despair, then giggled nervously after putting the last snack back in place. Turning in Dennis' direction, she noticed the young employee and blushed a little. "Hello there! I'm just trying to decide what I'll take."
 
"No...no problem, ma'am." The teen finally managed to say, trying his best to sound professional while very unprofessional thoughts ran through his head.
 
God, what a bombshell of a woman! Her hips could only be described as child-bearing, and the size of her breasts definetely helped with the whole motherly appearance. With thighs thicker than the young man's torso and an ass so large you could see it from the front, the paper-thin dress she wore didn't try to hide anything, instead highlighting all of her curves with it's clear, practically transparent material. Dennis tried to make eye contact but his sight kept alternating between the woman's face, her clearly visible nipples, her well-formed legs and her gigantic haunches.
 
"Would you mind giving me a helping hand? You see, we women can be hopelessly indecisive at times," She said with a warm, gentle chuckle.
 
"Of course not, do you want anything specific, ma'am?" Dennis asked, walking towards the customer to take a better look at the snack options that were available.
 
"Hmmm...what about those CockPorners?" She pointed to the chips in a middle shelf.
 
"You...you mean the PopCorners...?" Dennis asked timidly.
 
"You know what I said." The MILF answered with a wink that startled the youth.
 
He blushed slightly. How strange! It almost appeared that she was flirting, or at least teasing him. But that only happened in bad erotic stories, there was no way this bebemoth of a woman would pay any attention to a scrawny, underpaid guy who was as unremarkable as Dennis...
 
"Now that I think about it, I don't feel like chips are what I'm craving at the moment," The woman said, leaning down to pick some snack that was next to a bunch of Cheetos. "Do you think this looks good enough to eat?"
 
That huge ass pointing towards him, Dennis could only curse under his breath as the see-through dress revealed the miniscule thong the woman was wearing, the pathetic piece of fabric looking almost as if it was beeing devoured between those cyclopean buttocks. What type of low, shameless whore wore that to a grocery store?
 
But the MILFs claim to whoredom wouldn't stop there, for while asking her question she had moved backwards so that fat ass of hers would press against Dennis' crotch, and he was sure it had been done deliberately. Dennis was not a freak, but he was still a young man and there limits to the provocation a young man's hormones can withstand. Much to his frustration, he was unable to avoid getting a raging boner of such magnitude that it made his tool leave it's post inside his pants.
 
His erect dick was swallowed between the buttocks much like the dismal thong and it was massaged from all directions by those mounds of meat. Dennis knew better than to do this sort of thing with a client, but who could blame him when everything happening was beyond his power?
 
If the MILF had been trying to be discreet so far, she didn't care about it anymore.
 
"Such a helpful young man...you'd make a good match for my daughter, although I'd have a taste of you whenever she wasn't looking..." She bit her lower lip. "So shameful, a woman my age feeling up someone who could very well be my girlfriend's boyfriend, or even my own son, hohoho..."
 
She didn't sound ashamed at all, in Dennis' opinion. If she was, she would have freed his cock from the grips of her titanic posterior. But it was too late now anyway, for the grocery store employee was coming intensely, his warm seed shooting upwards.
 
Dennis stumbled back weakly, putting his tool back in his pants with some shame and perhaps guilty satisfaction as well. The MILF chuckled sweetly while the youth's stomach grumbled, the spilling of his nutrient-filled seminal fluid, added to the physical effort making him hungry.
 
"So, now do you think this looks good enough to eat?~" The customer repeated her previous question, her behind still pointing towards Dennis.
 
"S-Sure does," The youth answered before lunging towards the MILF and, with a gaping maw like a beast's, engulfing her entire ass.
 
Blinded by primal hunger, the teen forgot everything he knew about human decency and grabbing the woman with atavistic bluntness, tried to shove her further down his gullet. The MILF was startled at first by the feeling of Dennis' warm, wet mouth on her cushioned behind, but once she understood what was going on she grinned and licked her lips lustfully.
 
"My, my, what an eager boy...while I was expecting you to eat out my ass, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind...this is much better though~"
 
She offered no resistance, so the youth could take his time tasting and working his way on her. His jaw ached but the savage mist of teenage hormones clouding his brain made him ignorant to any feeling besides hunger. He forced his prey into an uncomfortable bent over position, removing her feet from the floor and making her tits touch her knees. By now the mature woman had started to pant like a bitch in heat, while Dennis groaned with gluttonous satisfaction.
 
Dennis looked like a humanoid snake with his stretched cheeks and chin, which molded themselves around the MILF's prodigious booty. He kept shoving her downwards with his hands, but also raised his head (much to his neck's dismay) so gravity would become an ally in downing such a large pile of meat.
 
"Am I that tasty?" The woman asked, blushing and bitting her lower lip. "You're scarfing me down with such violence that I ought to be delicious!"
 
Dennis would have answered in the positive, but his mouth was rather full. It wouldn't be for long though, as the mature woman had been almost completely engulfed. The MILF moaned loudly before her face disappeared between the young man's lips and her entire statuesque body was dropped with a painful GULP down the esophagus, landing in the stomach all at once and in a somewhat violent manner, turning from a massive neckbulge into a quickly expanding belly that that escaped from beneath the young man's shirt.
 
His overly bloated belly touching the floor, the skinny boy had a hard time adapting to the sudden increased weight of his middle-section and was forced to support himself on his gut, almost as if it was a huge, white bean bag. The pressure of his body was certainly partly responsible for the rather thunderous expulsion that came soon after.
 
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
 
 
A belch that shook the very windows of the grocery store escaped the teenager's mouth, who had become a groaning mess now that the post-meal-clarity had hit him hard.
 
"FUCK! Why the hell did I do that for?! Shit, I ate somebody whole! I didn't even know I could do that! OURP!"
 
Dennis gently rubbed his aching belly and groaned, a shorter belch making it's way out of his mouth. He wasn't used to acting like such a pig, for it had been some time since he last overindulged so much, although it was hard to compare a Thanksgiving Dinner or visit to an all-you-can-eat pizzaria with actually devouring an adult woman whole.
 
"If my boss finds out that I ate a client before they bought anything, I'm so fired," Lamented the boy, who had his priorities straight. "I can't let anyone see you until closing time, then I can get away and figure out some way of to get rid of you!"
 
Dennis spoke to the MILF her answer was a unintelligible moan half-drowned out by the chaotic gastric cacophony that seemed to still be unable to decide between sounding miserable or satisfied about it's new occupant.
 
"Okay, first things first, I need to see if I'm even able to move. I can't spit you out on my own because my gagging reflex is very weak, so if I can't walk around with you inside me things will go very wrong for both of us," Dennis said in a tone that asked for cooperation from his prey, before trying to raise his huge gut.
 
He was unsucessful at first, but after what was probably his fourth try, with what felt like some Herculean effort for him, he managed to raise the warm, moving orb of flesh, holding it upwards from bellow in a way that felt like he was diging it a big, intimate hug.
 
"Phew, that's better," The youth sighted, then, growing self aware of how grotesque he probably looked carrying such a huge meaty ball attached to his skinny frame, he added. "Now I gotta hide you quickly."
 
He slowly made his way towards the counter, slowly both because he was carrying such a large woman and because his over-stuffed belly blocked a good chunk of his view, forcing him to identify his surroundings and guide himself with sideway glances. Placing himself in the supposedly safe haven the space behind the counter represented, he released his belly and it quickly sagged downwards with loud sloshing noises before it hit the floor, forcing a squeal out of the teenage grocer employee.
 
Dennis soon realised though that it was of little use hidding his bloated belly from view when his stomach noises and the MILF's moans were still so loud, so he started playing generic waiting room music on his phone as loud as possible and hoped for the best.
 
"Maybe I'll be lucky and there won't be any other client..." He wished aloud.
 
But his wish was bound to go unfulfilled, for about half an hour after the youth managed to gain his strategic position behind the counter, a client walked in, and as Dennis soon found out, they were going to be the first of many.
 
Dennis was civil enough, perhaps considerably more than he usually was, for he was a dry, bored and boring teenager after all. It is a curious phenomena how people, when they have some condemnable deed heavy on their conscience (or in Dennis' cage, his stomach) they suffer a complete metamorphosis and turn into much more agreeable fellows than they ever were before.
 
Although he was acting in a very prestative manner, the one thing he refused to do was leaving his hidding spot where his belly stayed constantly pressed against the surface of the counter's occult part and, he hoped, out of view of anyone except himself. He would find any excuse not to leave his post, and if someone asked for help in some distant (if there could really be a distant place in that little barrel of a grocery store) part, he'd scream his instructions from where he was.
 
But things were very hard for poor Dennis. It was hard to concentrate on his job with a large woman blissfully squirming around in your insides, and her movements plus all her moaning was putting the young man's peace of mind to test. Hiccups would sometimes escape him, which would awaken some curiosity in any clients who were near him, driving Dennis paranoid with the fear that they would try to take a peep behind the counter.
 
Once, Dennis felt a desperate need to burp just when an old lady had entered the store. At first he thought about doing that old trick where you disguised a muffled belch as coughing, but the sheer pressure on his esophagus told him that this would be impossible. The old lady was taking her sweet time, much to the youths chagrin, for while she inspected every single aisle with at a snail's pace, Dennis was fighting to keep a massive gas bubble inside.
 
"Go away...go away already..." Dennis thought, holding the belch in his chest, then in his throat, then back in his chest, struggling with it like with a paupable enemy.
 
Finally, the sweet little old lady paid for what she wanted to take and went her way. As soon as she closed the glass door of the store behind her, Dennis stopped holding himself and let it rip.
 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
 
An explosion of vile gas forced it's way out of the youth's mouth with eardrum-destroying loudness, it's sheer intensity moving his cheeks and lips while also shaking the windows. Through the glass door, Dennis could see the old lady almost jump out of her skin and look back towards the store, scandalized and horrified. He blushed. Perhaps he had underestimated how loud it would be.
 
When only a few hours were left until closing time, things took a turn for the worse when Dennis recognized a girl walking toward the Corner Grocer through the glass door.
 
"Please, be going somewhere else, please..." Dennis whispered to himself in a sort of hopeless, aimless prayer, but it didn't appear to work, for the girl entered the store all the same.
 
She was a pretty young woman about Dennis' own age, in fact, being a classmate of his. Her name was June and Dennis had a huge crush on her.
 
"Dennis! I didn't know you worked here!" June said with a smile. Dennis was used with the female species enough to know how to tell a genuine smile from one given out of politeness by a girl who actually though you were trash, and June's seemed friendly enough.
 
This was part of the reason why the young man liked her so much: everybody found her extremely attractive, that's true, but she also never let that get to her head and used it as an excuse to treat others like crap. All around, a nice person.
 
"Y-Yeah, it's just a gig of mine, nothing special..." Dennis gulped and answered, gingerly.
 
"You got candles here? Please don't tell anyone, but I want to make a cake for Susan's birthday this weekend. It's supposed to be a surprise, you see."
 
"We do, they're in that aisle," Here, the nervous lad pointed.
 
"Thanks!" The young woman smiled again and, to Dennis' temporary relief, went in search of the candles.
 
He sighed. Things seemed to be conspiring against Dennis. Why did June have to come that day, specifically? He remembered how she had recently lost her older sister to a hungry man's appetite, so she probably must hate predators with a passion. What would she think if she saw the youth's bloated, disgusting secret? She'd never speak to him again, he was sure.
 
But now his worried reflections were interrupted by the young woman herself, who was coming back with a small box of candles in her hand.
 
"By the way," June asked while getting the money to pay. "Did you happen to see my mom? I think she came here earlier today, but I haven't seen her since."
 
Dennis froze. A terrible revelation had come to him, and now he realized why he thought he recognized that MILF from somewhere: he had seen her before, picking up June on her car. There was undoubtedly a certain family resemblance. She was June's mother!
 
"Uhhhhhh...no. She...she wasn't here," Dennis lied in a very unconvincing way, causing his classmate to raise an eyebrow.
 
"That's very strange. Are you sure? She's hard to miss, about this tall," Here, June gesticulated. "With hair a bit darker than mine, kinda fat..."
 
That last part was spoken with the envious disdain a daughter has for her hotter, more bodacious mother and Dennis felt sick. He had eaten somebody who was flesh and blood with his crush, and not only that but also found her delicious. June would hate him forever if she found out!
 
Just when Dennis thought he couldn't feel any worse, he thought he heard the MILF's voice calling from his stomach in a playful tone. She had probably heard her daughter's voice and was trying to get Dennis in trouble for her own petty amusement.
 
"Huh? Did you say anything?" June asked.
 
"NO! I mean, no," The youth answered, punching his gut, only for it's contents to offer little resistance and his fist to sink in the softened cushion of flesh with an uncomfortable sound. The movements in his stomach suddenly ceased and cold perspiration ran down his skin. Then, his body entered an overdrive state as his stomach walls pressed and squeezed it's contents with merciless violence, grinding with such intensity that a mortified Dennis could hear the cracking and breaking sounds. This destruction was not without a few natural products, though. "OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUURP!"
 
A greasy belch escaped Dennis' mouth, hitting June straight in the face with power enough to blow her hair back.
 
"Oh my God!" Dennis covered his mouth, red as a tomato and more ashamed than he'd ever been before. "I'm so, so sorry!"
 
"Damn, boy!" June giggled as she waved away the stench. "Smells like something died in there, haha!"
 
Dennis felt like he was going to be sick. The pale youth was appalled and nauseated after June innocently jested and, by accident, showed the full gravity of the situation. Not only she had lost her sister, she was also an orphan now. What had once been her voluptuous mother was now being converted into a meaty broth that'd soon be pumping through his innards.
 
"Anyway, if you do see my mom, tell me. Here's my number..." June gave Dennis her cellphone number, smiled again, took her candles and walked out of the store.
 
Dennis trembled. So this was what remorse felt like? Just like that, he had gained his crush' phone number, after completely obliterating her mother. In any other situation, he'd be overjoyed but in those particular conditions, it felt wrong. He tried to reproach the boiling soup within his stomach, but it lazily bubbled back what Dennis felt like was an impertinent answer.
 
"It's your own fault, body," His body seemed to say. "You jumped on her because you wanted to, now deal with the consequences of your actions."
 
Thankfully, closing time had soon arrived. He moved around rather groggily, putting things in their proper place and such, and soon, he was mounting his bike to go back home but he soon found out that even that wasn't going to be the same. The already almost unusable bicycle protested under it's owner's newfound weight and he didn't know where to put his rotund belly, it always seemed to be in the way. The seat, which also happened to be the part complaining the most, couldn't contain the entirety of the youth's fattened butt, which spilled out of it and from his very pants, to the point that his "coin slot" was quite visible.
 
How he managed to reach his house in such a dilapidated bike, with his ass unable to sit down properly and his soft, bloated gut getting in the way the entire trip, Dennis never knew. But now had come the time to face an even more fearful challenge: his mother.
 
He tried to sneak in soundlessly, but it's no easy task to do so when you have sloashing inflated midsection and a jiggly behind. Just when he was closing the door...
 
"Dennis! You're back! What took you so long sweetie? Dinner's getting...cold..." His mother, a short, cute, slightly chubby woman received him warmly, but her eyes widened upon seeing her son's new shape.
 
Dennis' mom was perhaps the homeliest looking little woman in the world, with a round, pretty face that seemed slightly younger than her true age. A creature that ever looked sweeter or more harmless, there never existed. But a rather malicious grin appeared on her face at that moment.
 
"W-Wait mom, it's not what you're thinking, I can explOOOOOOOOOOOOUUURP!" The teenager was cut of by a bassy burp that expelled a slimy, acid-eaten thong that splattered on the floor. Mother and son looked at the thong, then back at each other. One blushed, and the other laughed.
 
"Oh sweetie, mama's so proud of you! You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this!"
 
"C-Come on mom, there's nothing good about it..." Dennis averted his gaze, awkwardly. "There's a soup made of a person in there, ya know..."
 
"Don't be coy now, will you!" The mother grabbed her son's gut out of nowhere. "I always wanted a child who could do this like me, but I thought your father's genes had put a dead end to that, so I have every right to be happy tonight!"
 
"Like...you?"
 
"Well, of course, sillly!" His mother blushed and giggled, putting a hand to her cheek like a half-ashamed girl. "Back when I was your age, I was the terror of my school. My breasts and buttocks used to be so scandalously swollen, all thanks to teachers, jocks whom I became tired of and, specially, nerds. Oh, the nerds...I used to have to fish out glasses from my panties by the end of the day. But then came your father, and after that you were born, and a housewife and mother just can't indulge like a highschool or college girl..."
 
While his mom sighed nostalgically, Dennis tried to cope with the horror, O the horror. His mother, that little boring woman who was as peaceful as a flower, a predator? And there he was thinking that that day couldn't get any more traumatizing.
 
"But enough of me! Who did you eat? It was that cute girl you like, wasn't her?"
 
"What?! NO!" Dennis protested and blushed deeper. "I'd never eat her! Wait, how do you...?"
 
"A mother has her way of knowing things," His mom winked enigmatically. "Who was it then?"
 
"A, well, a client," Dennis said, rather hesitantly.
 
"And from how bloated you are, a filling client, I presume," She chuckled.
 
"Hm, yes," The youth admited, instinctly drumming his fingers on the white surface of his belly as he remembered his meal with satisfaction that was impossible to hide. "Didn't taste half bad, either."
 
"Look at my son, all grown up and already eating women whole!" She picked up the disgisting thong from the floor. "You just know I HAVE to keep this as a memorandum! It's just a question of where I'll put it once I frame it..."
 
"F-Frame it? Don't you think that's going too far?!"
 
"Don't be silly, my parents kept my babysitter's skull in the living room even after I married. Special moments are meant to be remembered! We could bond over it as well, how about I arrange a dinner with the Gilmores? Eliza's got meat in all the right places and her son's been making my mouth watered since he started working out..."
 
"Mom! Mrs. Gilmore's your friend!" Dennis reproached the older woman, not without some shock. "Plus, I've known her for years, I'd never...well, do this thing!"
 
"Friends are just meals you keep around for when there's nothing else to eat at the moment, hoho. But you're probably right, your mother's way past her prime, dearie. I haven't eaten somebody since I gave birth to you and I don't think I got the stuff anymore."
 
"Thank God for that!" Dennis thought, right before a loud fart trumpeted it's way out of his ass. "E-Excuse me..."
 
"Never mind that," Said his mom, with a laugh. "When I was pregnant with you and joined some prenatal yoga classes I was ripping way worse ones, although that probably had to deal with the constant need I felt of 'downsizing' the class. Needless to say, by the end of the semester, I was the last mama left."
 
There she went again, assuming that dreamy expression. Soon though, Dennis' farts started to sound like a call to nature and he waddled, half curious and half frightened, to the porcelain throne. Pound upon pound of manure and a farted out skull followed, and yet the toilet clogged only slightly. Had this bathroom already been adapted to his mother's old "lifestyle"? He'd rather not even think about it.
 
The aftermath is very simple. The skinny teenager had become plumper into some areas (something his mom said the ladies enjoyed very much) and he lost his appetite for some time. Due to some irony of fate, he'd cross paths with June several times and they'd become very close, almost like best friends. By now her mother had been declared a missing person, but June didn't seen to care much. In fact, she looked rather amused about this dramatic situation.
 
One day, the two friends were relaxing during the break at school when suddenly June broke the silence:
 
"Hey, do you think my mom's a fat dump by now?"
 
Dennis was startled and avoided June's gaze, his guilty conscience weighting heavily on him.
 
"I-I don't know. I hope not."
 
"I hope she is," The girl answered, smiling.
 
"Y-You can't possibly mean that! I mean, she's your mom, right?!"
 
"Heh, being family didn't stop me from getting sis eaten..."
 
"Wait, what?"
 
"Hm, I never told you that?" June blushed a bit. "My bad. So, there was this guy who wanted to go out with me, but I wasn't into him, but I had heard before that he could eat people so I asked him to eat my big sister, just as a sort of joke, but he really went and did it. I never was a slut, I swear, but the sight of his tight gut around my pleading cow of a sister was just too much...I had to him off while he digested her."
 
"Oh...wow..." Dennis was speechless.
 
"Sucking a guy while he farts out your own sister is just a life changing experience...but let's change the subject, I really don't want you to see my in a negative light because of one weird experience."
 
"Wait! W-What if I told you...that I'm the one who ate your mother...?" Dennis said with as much bravery as he could muster.
 
"You? Eating her?" June raised one eyebrow with incredulity, then laughed out loud. "Dennis, that'd be such a tasteless joke to make to somebody who could very well be a potential orphan, but I'm enough of a degenerate to don't mind. Honestly, I did notice how you gained a few pounds (which you look good with, by the way) but to say you ate a woman the size of my mother...it's just so..."
 
Here she was interrupted by another burst of laughter, and Dennis lowered his head and blushed.
 
"If you ever do eat anybody though, tell me, I might bang you," She winked before walking away. "See you around!"
 
 
...
 
 
Another day of boring work at the Corner Grocer. Dennis sighed, but didn't feel the energy to even scroll on his phone. He still was feeling blue due to his conversation with June. If he had known beforehand what he knew now, he'd have pulled his massive gut from behind the counter and they'd gone at it then and there, her own softening mother serving as a bed. But he could feel June friendzoning him harder day by day. He'd wasted his then-unknown golden opportunity, his only chance...
 
His daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and his eyes widened as a behemoth of a massive woman walked in, a MILF with large lips and wide hips, wearing a dress even more slutty and innapropriate than June's mom. As soon as the MILF noticed him, she smiled and approached the counter, talking to Dennis right after he had finished sending a text message to June.
 
"Hello, cutie. With Christmas coming, I wanted to make a roasted chicken, but I'm having trouble with that. Think you could help me out?~"
 
The MILF had placed her hand on Dennis', and when the boy took her hand and put it against his growling stomach, she was puzzled but amused.
 
"Sure thing, ma'am," The youth answered, eyeeing her.
 
 
Just out of curiosity, the text messaged Dennis had sent to June read:
 
 
"Come to that grocery store I work at, I might show you'll something that's gonna be worth your while."