Act 1: Mistress
 
Aftercare was the most important part of their love play. Tilly had no idea how long they'd been playing, except that the sun had still been up when they started, and now it was completely dark outside. The whole evening had all kind of blurred together into a dream sequence of pain, pleasure, submission and breast milk. Her breasts felt tender and sore from where her mistress had bound them tight and milked them dry, her jaw ached from Goddess-only-knew how long with a ball gag in, and she'd find it impossible to sit for a day or two thanks to the whip marks on her butt and thighs...
 
 But now, in the aftermath, cradled in Mistress' arms, she felt nothing but peace, and love, and happiness. She BELONGED. Not just in the sense that it was where she was meant to be, but in the sense too that she was owned. After all the inventive cruelty she'd endured... she was being cared for, and held.
 
 
Mistress was so much bigger than her, too. She was a mountain of a woman, bigger in every way: taller, stronger, more buxom, more muscular. She was nearly seven feet tall, and layered in muscles without sacrificing a bit of her femininity. Her thighs alone were as thick as Tilly's chest, and strong enough to crush beer kegs, but they were curvaceous and womanly and beautiful.
 
 
Tilly was a tiny slip of a thing, and Mistress was a living Amazonian goddess. That just made the feeling of being cradled in her arms even better.
 
 The only thing ruining it was the Mistress' rumbling tummy. She was obviously famished, but she stayed and held Tilly, rubbed her back and whispered special praise for her.
 
 "Such a good girl... You were so brave today, and so good..."
 
 A particularly loud growl from her belly interrupted her and Tilly couldn't help but giggle. "Hush," she told the flat, toned tummy in front of her. "You're ruining the moment."
 
 That made Mistress laugh. "I know. I'm STARVING, I can't believe we played all evening... I should really go eat something."
 
 "Nooo..." Tilly wriggled possessively into her Mistress' embrace.
 
 "Oh, Tilly..." the Mistress kissed her head. "I'll only be gone a few minutes..."
 
 "Don't go. Please? I want to stay here."
 
 "...Okay."
 
 They cuddled in silence until suddenly the belly next to Tilly's ear let out the longest, loudest, most intricate rumble yet and they both descended into giggling.
 
 "You know, if you don't let me go... I might have to just eat you..." Mistress said.
 
 Tilly raised her head slowly. "...You'd do that?"
 
 "Why not?" Mistress asked, and grinned wolfishly. "I ate all my other pets before you."
 
 "Oh!" suddenly, Tilly had an inkling of how Mistress had grown so big. "Do you... WANT to eat me?" she asked.
 
 "Only when you're ready," Mistress promised.
 
 Tilly thought about that for a second. She'd always wondered what her future with Mistress would be. Mistress had spoken a few times about Tilly's predecessors, her other "pets" as she liked to call her lovers, but she'd never revealed that she ate them before. Presumably, she'd always planned to do the same with Tilly. Take her in, digest her, make her pet a part of herself forever...
 
 The more Tilly thought about it... the more she realized that she wasn't QUITE where she was meant to be. Not yet, anyway.
 
 "And... what if I'm ready now?" she asked, carefully.
 
 Mistress' breathing paused for a second, then she gave Tilly a fond squeeze and a kiss on the head. "...If you're ready now, I'd love to eat you."
 
 Tilly sat up and looked her in the eye. She didn't need to say anything: Mistress understood her. Her eye searched back and forth between Tilly's for a second, then a slow smile crept onto her face.
 
 "...Are you sure?" she asked.
 
 Tilly didn't look away, didn't sweat or blink or feel the least little bit of doubt.
 
 "I'm sure," she said. "Please, Mistress: eat me."
 
 
"Oh, pet... I love you so much." Mistress kissed her and cuddled her close. "Do you want to go feet first, or bottoms up?"
 
Now Tilly was flying! She wasn't nervous at all, in fact the thought of where she was about to go and what was about to happen to her filled her with nothing but gleeful anticipation. "Can I go feet first, Mistress? I want to see you enjoy me."
 
"That's how I prefer it," Mistress said. She scooted them both to the edge of the bed and kissed Tilly gently, slipping her tongue into Tilly's mouth. "You taste so good..."
 
With that, she sat Tilly on the edge of the bed and knelt. Tilly giggled and raised her feet, pointing her toes delicately for her Mistress to lick and nibble at.
 
"Good girl..." Mistress praised her, which made Tilly glow with pride. She couldn't believe how much she was looking forward to her fate.
 
"Eat me..." she whispered softly. her words made her shiver with pleasure and she repeated them. "Eat me, Mistress... Eat my body, eat it all up and digest me."
 
Mistress smiled, and slurped Tilly's feet into her mouth, gaping her jaw wide and distending her mouth until there was a soft double clicking sound as she unhinged her jaw. With that obstacle out of the way, she worked Till's feet down her throat and began her journey up the legs.
 
Tilly touched herself eagerly. The inside of Mistress' body felt warm and comforting, like a tight embrace. It was also moist and sensual. why hadn't she done this before?
 
Somehow, she knew what to do and she reluctantly stopped pleasuring herself so that she could grip the bed and lift her butt up as Mistress reached and then passed her knees. The larger woman looked so strange like that. She was at once her usual dominant, predatory self but kneeling on the floor like that, looking up into Tilly's eyes, made her look submissive instead. And the way Tilly's body stretched her throat and torso was very strange indeed to look at.
 
Tilly had never mastered the art of devouring oversized objects. Actually, she'd never even tried. Apparently anybody could do it with practice and willpower, but Tilly had known all her life that that wasn't to be her role.
 
She hadn't quite envisioned being eaten, though. She'd always suspected she might be Cocked or unbirthed instead. Cocking sounded like the most fun, she thought: to have a big strong stud fuck her senseless and then absorb her body by transforming it into a little extra length on his penis...
 
People said that Cocked girls spent the rest of the man's life aware and experiencing the sensation of being his cock. Tilly doubted it, and it wasn't like anybody had ever come back from being Cocked to describe it, but it was a nice fantasy at least.
 
Slithering into a gut was a different matter. She probably wouldn't have done it for anybody else other than Mistress, whose tongue was licking her inner thighs as her cheeks stretched out to accommodate Tilly's hips. But Tilly had no doubts about what she was doing. Instead she tried to make herself a little more vertical and let gravity do its work.
 
Maybe it helped, because Mistress kind of "popped" over the swell of Tilly's hips, just like the moment when a really big butt-plug finally went in. Once the hips were out of the way, Tilly's flat, slim tummy offered no difficulty at all and Mistress quickly assaulted the curve of Tilly's chest.
 
Tilly wasn't well-endowed. She'd always felt happy with her cute little tits though, especially now, as they didn't impede Mistress at all. Tilly gasped and bucked slightly as Mistress' teeth scraped over her nipples.
 
It was getting hard to look down and see what was happening. As Mistress stood, Tilly instinctively stretched her arms out above her head so as to narrow her shoulders and make her journey easier. She saw Mistress smile and give her a wink that said "good girl" even though her mouth was fuller than full.
 
Then Mistress actually gulped, rather than just letting weight and gravity do the work. It felt like her entire body clamped down on Tilly's curves and HEAVED. Tilly yelped in surprise and a little fear as she was dragged down. Suddenly, those teeth and lips weren't around her breasts and nipples, they were around her cheeks and eyes. She looked up at the last glimpse of the world: the night-time view out through Mistress' Manhattan apartment window.
 
The lit interior of Mistress' apartment combined with the darkness outside to turn the window into a kind of mirror, and Tilly got a good look at herself. She could see her own body in surprising detail as Mistress' body stretched over it. Her nipples were actually making little tents in Mistress' throat, like she was wearing a thin blouse on a cold day.
 
Mistress gulped again, and Tilly's field of view narrowed even further. Now, what little she could see was completely framed by her own arms... and the back of Mistress' teeth.
 
God. Oh GOD! Those were the BACK of Mistress' teeth! This was... this was really happening.
 
She opened her mouth to say something. She wasn't sure what. Maybe she meant to say farewell, or to say something encouraging and sexy, or maybe even to change her mind and plead to be let go. She really had no idea which impulse would have won.
 
It didn't matter. Mistress gulped again and Tilly saw no more. Her face was pressed too tightly into slick wet flesh, and although she could see that a tiny amount of light penetrated through Mistress' flesh to create the very faintest red glow like shutting her eyes in a brightly lit room...
 
Any hope of saying anything at all was gone. Still she tried, tried to bid Mistress farewell and good luck, tried to express her love... all that came out was "M mmmm mmm mmm-mmmmm!"
 
There was a massive gulping noise around her and a sudden slippage. All at once, her entire body started to slide and tight muscles squeezed hard around her with a strong "GULP!" noise that pushed her down and down some more to pack her into a tight, dark space that smelled... surprisingly pleasant, actually. It didn't smell of vomit and gastric juices like she'd thought it would. It smelled like...
 
...She didn't know what it smelled like. It was getting a little hard to think and there was a growing fire in her chest as she realized she hadn't drawn a breath in what had to be nearly a minute.
 
She tried to breathe, and got only a little thin air that made her light-headed and blurry.
 
It was too dark to see inside the stomach. She felt Mistress move and completely lost all sense of up and down as she lost her balance, which caused her to slip and do a somersault. Apparently Mistress enjoyed that because a muffle sexual moan echoed dully through Tilly's flesh oubliette.
 
Struggling came naturally. In fact, once she'd started it became very difficult to stop. The only thing Tilly could focus on was that her lungs really weren't happy with the oxygen situation, and were sending desperate signals that completely overrode her conscious mind and drove her body to thrash like an animal trying to escape.
 
Then again... Tilly had always enjoyed breath play. And this was the ultimate breath play. She knew what to do.
 
Her fingers found her clit and massaged it with skill and familiarity. The shocking thought that kept hitting her like a bucket of ice water down the spine every few seconds was that this was... this was IT. The *proverbial* It. She was DYING!!
 
And there was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent it, even if she wanted to.
 
But she didn't. Instead she moaned as a heady blend of emotional intensity, asphyxia, and the ultimate submission carried her to a gentle but deeply satisfying orgasm that broke her mind into pieces.
 
A small part of her flickered like an ember for some time, not really thinking but experiencing the sensation of death as it spread through her body. Another small part thought about digestion and sighed to know that the acids probably weren't even flowing yet. She'd imagined she'd feel herself digesting, not suffocating.
 
The biggest part was mostly just happy.
 
It had been a pretty good way to go...
 
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Mistress gulped one last time to chase the lingering ghostly sensation of large prey out of her throat, and relaxed. Tilly had only just gone still after squirming for a good couple of minutes, but already her stomach was hard at work.
 
She groaned and rested a hand on her rumbling, churning gut. She had a powerful, greedy stomach but live whole prey still was the hardest to digest. She'd need a few minutes before Tilly was reduced enough to let her move around.
 
With some effort, she stretched her arm out and was just able to reach her phone to pick it up. She flicked through her favorites and found the name she was after.
 
He picked up after the third ring. It sounded like he was still at work. Hardly surprising: even though it was dark in NYC, it would still be afternoon over in California.
 
"Hey you," he said instead of hello.
 
"Hey Jack." They were old friends from highschool. "Guess what I just did?"
 
He groaned, but laughed. "Oh, I see how it is. You don't wanna talk to an old friend, you just wanna gloat."
 
"Yup! Girl number six, down the hatch. I'm guessing you're still on five?"
 
"For now..." He said.
 
She made a mocking tut-tut sound at him. "You know I've only got to eat one more and I win our little contest, right? You need to hurry up and Cock some more girls."
 
Back in school, Jack's penis had been average at best, at five inches long. Fun-sized, as she had called it then. Of course, she herself had stood at a petite five-foot-four back then. They'd both grown a lot over the years.
 
Each girl he Cocked added an inch to his manhood, which had to be up to an impressive ten inches by now. Likewise, each girl she ate added three inches to her height, while enhancing the curve of her hips, toning her thighs and inflating her breasts. And so, they'd started a race to see whether he could achieve a mighty twelve inch meat before she stood a towering seven feet tall.
 
And just to make it really interesting, they'd added the ultimate stakes.
 
"I only need one more and you know it," he retorted. "I'll Cock Jen the second I've got girl number six under my belt."
 
"Just Jen? You could win tonight if you Cocked your daughters too..."
 
"That's depraved," he laughed. "Besides, Melanie let us know she has a special date tonight."
 
"Oh??" Mistress beamed and toyed with her breast. She could feel it beginning to grow as Tilly digested. "Would this be the kind of date where you shouldn't expect her to come home tonight?"
 
"Or ever," Jack confirmed.
 
"Hmm... You're being very casual about all this, Jacky Boy. You DO remember the rules of our game, right? If I win, I get to eat you alll up..."
 
"And if I win, I Cock you. I haven't forgotten."
 
"Maybe I should seal my win by eating little Kimberley," Mistress teased. "I bet she'd be willing..."
 
Jack chuckled. "You're probably right... I should take this more seriously."
 
Mistress laughed. "Yes you should. Unless you WANT to be my dinner..." Her stomach gave a tectonic rumble and shrunk noticeably. Tilly was digesting nice and quickly. "...You'd better hurry, Jack. I've got a lovely little submissive booty call to make... I'll call you when I win."
 
"Wait, wha-?" he began, but she giggled and hung up. She bit her lip, and then called another number on her phone.
 
"Kitty? It's Mistress... I presume you're still open to my offer?"
 
She listened to the gasp and the delighted submissive reply, and her feral cat grin got even wider.
 
"...Good girl," she said.
 
Victory was within her grasp.
 
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Act 2: Hot Dinner Date
 
Where WAS she?
 Isabella was getting restless. Her girlfriend Melanie had been gone way too long to have just gone to the bathroom. They were supposed to be on a date for goodness' sake, she wouldn't just run off and abandon her... would she?
 Of course not. They'd been together for three years, and in all that time Melanie had always been open and honest. If she'd had a problem, Isabella would have known about it. They'd have stayed at home and talked it over, not come on a date only for Mel to vanish.
 But still... she'd been gone a long time.
 Isabella was about to stand up and go to the bathroom to find her when she was interrupted by the sound of the big double kitchen doors opening and the most delicious-smelling scent tickled her nose as a waitress emerged pushing a large cart with a domed lid on top. The aroma reminded Isabella of all the best barbecues she'd ever gone to, and of Melanie's scent when they made love. Whatever it was, it was--
 The waitress with the cart stopped it next to Isabella's table. "Dinner is served, madame," she said.
 "Uh...?" Isabella asked, stupidly. "I'm sorry, my girlfriend went to the ladies' room and she hasn't come back. We haven't ordered yet."
 The waitress smiled and lifted the huge metal dome lid. There was a billow of steam, that AMAZING aroma assaulted Isabella's nose again and when the steam cleared, there was Melanie.
 
Mel had inherited all the best bits from both her parents: from her mom had come deep coffee-colored skin, lustrous curly hair, pert D-cup breasts and a booty that defied belief. From her dad had come a handsome face, a winning grin, and a natural succulent muscularity. She was the most gorgeous girl Isabella had ever known, and a truly wonderful girlfriend.
 
And she'd been dismembered.
 
Now she was just a torso with no arms and no legs, and even her breasts had been sliced off. Her limbs were pleasingly arranged on the round plate so that her legs were crossed behind her head for a pillow, and the round steaks from her arms encircled the edge of the arrangement. Her breasts took pride of place at the front of the platter, a long way from where they usually rested on her chest, with a small bowl full of crispy deep-fried fingers and toes nestled between them.
 
Her torso was still very much alive, though her warm dark brown skin was even warmer, darker and browner than when Isabella had last seen it, and the stumps where her arms, legs and tits had been showed that her meat was cooked to juicy medium-rare perfection.
 
She wriggled a little, which looked strangely cute in her truncated state, and smiled. Clearly she hadn't been completely cooked, just on the surface: Her head was untouched from the neck up. "Hey, baby," she said. "Happy anniversary."
 "Mel?" Isabella asked, aghast. "You..."
 "Got myself cooked?" She giggled. "Yeah. Just a little bit. Just enough to bring out my flavor... I thought I'd get you a really SPECIAL dinner tonight..."
 
"Oh, Mel..." Isabella sighed. She wished Mel would have told her so she could mentally prepare, but there was no going back from this. Maybe if Mel's torso hadn't been partly cooked... It might even have been fun to take her home and keep her for a pillow girl, but she'd spent some time in the oven and part-roasted. Even if she was alive, breathing and talking right now, she'd go downhill fast once she cooled. One way or the other, Mel wasn't going to survive tonight.
 
Isabella was delighted really. She'd fantasized about eating Mel a few times... But she'd miss her terribly. "You didn't have to!"
 
"I wanted to!" Mel smiled.
 
"Can I get you anything to go with your meal, madam?" The waitress asked.
 
"Um... a bottle of your best red wine, please."
 
"Excellent choice. I'll return shortly."
 
She disappeared, and Mel grinned at Isabella from her platter. "Being cooked was AMAZING," she said.
 
"Even being cut up?"
 
"ESPECIALLY being cut up. They give you this special drink so it doesn't hurt and everything is just fun and happy and amazing... But then the best part was the oven. I kinda wish I'd gone all the way in that oven. You should do it, sometime."
 
Isabella smiled. "I will," she said.
 
"You promise?"
 
"I promise."
 
Mel beamed happily and lay back down. "So... which bit of me do you want to eat first?"
 
Isabella reached out and picked up one of her girlfriend's steaming breasts by the nipple. Mel grinned encouragingly, and she sucked the nipple into her mouth then sucked harder, opening her jaw wide just like she'd learned from vore practice in school. With enough suction and a wide enough mouth, the breast slipped inside like a huge meaty jelly and she gulped it down with relish. It made a pleasant filling bulge in her throat as it went.
 
Mel cheered slightly from her platter. "Oh, that was really hot to watch!"
 
"I think I'll keep the other one for later..." Isabella selected a cut from Mel's arm and popped it in her mouth. Being much smaller, it slipped down easily. "Oh my god... you're really delicious, baby."
 
"I'm so glad!" Mel beamed. "Mom always said I looked good enough to eat!"
 
"She was right... Here." Isabella picked up another steak and offered it to Mel.
 
"Are you sure?"
 
"Well, I'll end up eating it anyway in a few minutes. It'll just be inside you, that's all."
 
Mel laughed, and her shoulders twitched in what would have been a shrug if she still had arms. She opened her mouth wide, and Isabella pushed the steak inside, leaving her fingers to linger so Mel could suck on them.
 
Mel moaned softly. "Om'go'..." she said in a muffled way. She'd always had a bad habit of talking with her mouth full. She swallowed her own meat and beamed. "I'm delicious!"
 
"I told you!" Isabella agreed. She selected a deep-fried crispy finger from the little bowl next to Mel's glistening cooked pussy, dipped it in the glaze provided, then crunched it down with relish.
 
"Mmm..." her eyelids fluttered as she enjoyed the taste. "So, like... what should I tell your parents?"
 
"I already let them know not to expect me back. Ever." Mel giggled. "Now that Kim's eighteen, I bet she won't be around for much longer either."
 
"You're probably right..." Isabella nodded. Mel's younger sister was... well, she was a slut. There was no nice way to put it. And a slut like that wouldn't last very long.
 
"I know I'm right. she's been hanging out with this Cocker from school, Jay. Fifty dollars says she'll be part of his dick by the end of the month. And I bet after that it'll be Mom's turn. I know she's wanted Daddy to Cock her for years."
 
"No bet!" Isabella laughed. "Even if I won, you won't be able to pay me!" She lifted one of Melanie's long brown legs and slurped it down like a thick meaty noodle in three hard gulps.
 
It folded up beautifully in her stomach, hinting at the satisfying fullness to come, and she thanked the waitress as her bottle of wine arrived.
 
"Is everything okay, ma'am?" The waitress asked.
 
"Perfect, thank you. Please, tell the kitchen she's amazing."
 
"I'll do that, thank you!" The waitress bobbed a curtsey and left them alone.
 
Isabella fed a few crispy toes to Mel, then ate another couple of arm steaks. She wanted to pace herself and savor this meal, but that could go too far the other way. She didn't want Mel to get cold, or worse to weaken and expire before she was ready for the main event.
 
Mel watched every morsel vanish with a flushed, excited face and a steadily growing sexy pant.
 
"God, I wish I still had hands..." she muttered as Isabella slurped down her second shapely long leg.
 
"Hmm?" Isabella asked. Her mouth was too full to ask proper question.
 
"I wanna touch myself so much... I'm so horny right now, baby..."
 
Isabella giggled around her mouthful of thigh, and swallowed it.
 
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll give you a proper send-off..."
 
"You're really enjoying me..." Melanie said, delighted.
 
"I am," Isabella agreed. "But there's only one bit of you left to eat."
 
"...Wow. You're right. I'm all gone!"
 
Isabella hoisted Mel's limbless, breastless torso across onto the table, and propped her up so she could kiss her. "...I kinda want to keep your head," she said. "You'd make such a pretty trophy on my wall..."
 
Mel smiled, but shook her head no. "I want to know what it's like inside your belly," she said.
 
"Okay... I'll miss you, though." Isabella sighed. "I love you, you know that?"
 
"I know." Mel smiled happily. "Don't be sad. We'll be together for the rest of your life this way."
 
"That may not be very long..." Isabella pointed out. "I'm definitely thinking about imitating you..."
 
Mel smiled even wider. "Good! You'll enjoy it!" she promised. "Now go ahead. I'm not going to last much longer, so you'd better eat me while I'm still warm."
 
"Okay. Goodbye, Mel. I love you so much."
 
"I love you too, baby. Now eat me, please."
 
Isabella got a good grip under her girlfriend's rump and lifted her high in the air. It wasn't very easy, but she managed to lower Melanie onto her face and opened her mouth wide, and distended her jaw with a crack to fit all of Mel's hips and pelvis inside.
 
Once Mel was in that position, holding her up became much easier, so she slowed down to give Mel the proper send-off she'd promised. Her tongue pushed up between her girlfriend's truncated thighs and lapped at her dripping pussy.
 
Mel groaned, shut her eyes, and shivered. In fact, she had an orgasm right there and then. "Ohhh my god... yesss, baby...."
 
Isabella took that as encouragement to keep going. She tongue-fucked Mel's half-cooked meaty cunt, then licked and probed at her lightly toasted, tender little clitoris. Mel actually bucked, which was impressive for a girl with no limbs.
 
"Ohhh!!! AAHHHH!!"
 
A few nearby diners glanced over, smirked, and turned to enjoy the show. Let them watch.
 
"Oh yeah, just like that baby, right there! Yes! PLEASE!!! AhhHH--!!!"
 
Mel must have been super turned on, because her orgasm crashed into her like a runaway train. She spasmed and wriggled in Isabella's mouth, and Isabella responded by beginning to gulp her down.
 
The first gulp popped Mel's curvy hips down into her throat and drew her into Isabella's mouth until her navel was just buried behind Isabella's hips. The second drew her in up to the bottom of her ribs, just as her eyelids fluttered open.
 
"Ohhh wow... I think that was maybe the best one I've ever had..." she murmured sleepily, then recognized her predicament. "...Holy fuck, baby! You're really eating me!!"
 
"Mm-hmm!" Isabella managed to nod stiffly, despite the thighs and hips filling her gullet.
 
Melanie gasped, gulped away her nerves, then smiled like a saint.
 
"This is it for me, huh?" she asked.
 
"Mm-hmm." Isabella looked her in the eyes and smiled warmly.
 
Mel had an emotional look on her face, like she was about to cry happy tears. "Goodbye, Izzy," she said, quietly. "I love you so much."
 
Isabella smiled awkwardly around her lover's chest, and raised her arms awkwardly to make a heart shape with her fingers in front of Melanie's face. She saw her girlfriend-slash-dinner smile, and gulped hard. With an orgasmic gasp, Melanie was pulled completely into her mouth and swallowed.
 
Isabella writhed in ecstasy as she felt Melanie's wriggling body pass down her throat. She pressed a hand to her chest and slid it down to feel the way her own body bulged and expanded to make room as Mel settled into her stomach.
 
There was a lot of squirming, and soft muffled moans and cries of pleasure from inside her. They stilled as she laid her hands on her stomach and felt Mel inside her.
 
"I love you too," she murmured, certain that her meal could hear her. "And you were absolutely delicious."
 
The mass inside her gut squirmed one last time, and then went very still with a prolonged gurgling noise. Isabella shut her eyes and shivered as a frisson ran down her spine at the intensity and intimacy of the moment. She felt... warm. And completely full. She'd need a while to sit and digest before she could move.
 
The waitress came by after a minute and gave her a glass of water. "how was she?" she asked.
 
"I loved her. Every bit of her," Isabella replied.
 
"I'm glad. Would you like any dessert?"
 
"No, thanks. I just wanna sit here and digest her."
 
"That's fine, take as long as you need. She already paid for everything, so you don't need to worry about the bill."
 
Isabella smiled and patted her rotund belly to say thank-you to the digesting girl inside. "Thank you," she said, for the waitress's benefit.
 
"Just catch my eye if you need me," the waitress said with a smile, and went on to her next table.
 
Isabella sighed happily, then turned her head at a buzzing sound as her phone vibrated inside her purse. She dug it out and found a text message from Mels younger sister Kim.
 
"Hows the date? :p"
 
Isabella laughed. Of course Kim was in on it. Impulsively, she raised the phone in the air and sent Kim a selfie, angled to show off her heaving, groaning gut. She captioned the picture before sending it: "She was delicious. WUU2?"
 
After about forty seconds, she got a reply that shocked her and made her laugh. Kim's message was a selfie of herself in what looked like a changing room at a clothes store... with a muscular hunk's huge thick cock in her mouth. The caption read "Trying a few things on for size in Mary's ;) "
 
Wow. Well... Kim had always been wild.
 
"LOL your crazy!" she sent. Then: "Have fun! ;)"
 
She didn't get a reply. Hopefully that meant Kim was having a good time.
 
Her stomach grumbled again, and she smiled at it, then sat back and basked in the warm, full feeling while planning what to do next. Did she want another girlfriend?
 
But as the kitchen doors opened and she saw the waitress wheel out another huge trolley that could only have one thing on it, Isabella knew what the future looked like for her.
 
All she needed was to find the right diner...
 
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Act 3: That's So Wrong.
 
"I can't BELIEVE you!"
 
Jennifer was not happy at all with her daughter Kim, and the worst part was that Kim didn't seem to care. She just rolled her eyes and put her feet up on the dash of her mom's nice clean car, and tried to stare out the window. At least she wasn't on her phone, but that was only because Jen had snatched it out of her hand stuck it in the car door when she tried.
 
"Whatever, mom. You've had sex, what's the big deal?"
 
"I didn't have sex in the changing room at the mall!" Jen retorted. "Besides, that boy's a Cocker!"
 
Kim rolled her eyes again. "So? So is Daddy."
 
"Your father has never Cocked anybody without their permission," Jen said indignantly.
 
"Neither has Jay. So what's the big deal?"
 
"In the MALL, Kimberley. In the DRESSING ROOM. In PUBLIC. You should be ashamed of yourself! I did NOT raise you to be like that."
 
"Psh!" Kim snorted. "Yes you did."
 
"I did NOT!"
 
"Oh please, the number of times I've caught you and daddy having fun in the kitchen, the living room, the pool... Oh, and don't forget all those threesomes! Face it, Mom, you're a cock-thirsty whore and I'm just following your example."
 
"KIMBERLEY ANN WILSON!"
 
Kim shrugged. "It's true. You're a slut, Mom. Own it."
 
"I am NOT! I'm totally faithful to your father."
 
"Sure. And Daddy likes to share you with his friends, and you like being shared. I know all about what you get up to, Mom. It's not like you ever tried to hide it from me. Hell, I think you WANTED your little girl to catch you in the act."
 
Jennifer scowled, but she knew her face was going red. The truth was, Kim had her to rights.
 
"I even got a tattoo like yours, look!" Kim added suddenly. She lifted up the back of her top to show off a tattoo of a nude pop diva singing into a microphone that ran from just above her left hip to just below her right shoulder. "See?"
 
Jen frowned. It did very much mirror the dancing fairy she had tattooed up the right side of her spine.
 
Rather than be touched, she felt she had a duty to keep being a parent, though. "...What if you get arrested for exhibitionism?" She asked. "You could have ended up in the meat plant!"
 
"That's what made it so much fun!" Kim actually smiled as she dropped her top back into place. "A little risk is fun! Can I have my phone back?"
 
"No!"
 
"...Ugh."
 
"Seriously though, what if this boy had Cocked you?"
 
Kim made a frustrated noise. "What if that's what I want?! I'm an adult, Mom, so I can get Cocked if I choose. Or eaten, or slaughtered, or whatever else I like. And now I mention it, YOU don't have a right to confiscate my phone any more. I paid for it, it's my property."
 
"You live under my roof, you live by my rules."
 
"Daddy's rules."
 
"Kimberley..." Jen warned. To her dismay, Kim just sneered at the warning.
 
"What are you gonna do?" she asked. "You can't ground me, you can't take my stuff, you can't do anything. I'm an ADULT, Mom."
 
"We can refuse to rent you your room any longer."
 
"Okay. Drop me off and give me my phone. I'll call Jay and tell him he can Cock me tonight. Or maybe I'll go be somebody's dinner! I bet I'd be really tasty..."
 
"Kimberley!"
 
"If you don't like those options then Give. Me. My. Phone. Back."
 
Jen fell into defeated silence, then sighed and scooped Kim's phone out of the door and sullenly handed it over. "...Here."
 
Kim took it without thanks and started swiping through it in silence that lasted all the way back home.
 
"Not a word of this to your sister," Jen warned as they got out of the car.
 
"You don't need to worry about that, Mom."
 
"Please, you share everything with her."
 
"Not an option now. Izzy ate her."
 
Jen stopped dead in her tracks. "What? When?"
 
"About an hour ago." Kim grinned and showed her Isabella's full-gut selfie. "Izzy sent me this like thirty seconds before you caught me blowing Jay."
 
Jen stared at it in disbelief. "Was she PLANNING this? Why didn't she TELL me?"
 
"She told Daddy. I assumed Daddy told you."
 
"Hmmph." Jen scowled and opened the door. She kicked her shoes angrily into the corner and stormed through into the kitchen. Between catching her younger daughter sucking cock in a store changing room, and then learning out of the blue that her older daughter was now digesting and gone, she needed a stiff drink.
 
Kim vanished upstairs, giggling to herself. Bitch.
 
Jen sat there feeling angry, down and upset. So apparently she'd raised two gut-slut daughters who were intent on getting themselves absorbed or digested at the first opportunity. That was just GREAT. That was really fantastic. Oh! and apparently they hadn't bothered to even inform her!
 
It wasn't that she MINDED Melanie's fate or was all that upset by it. She would have just preferred to know, so she could say her goodbyes first. And Kim was right, she WAS an adult now and she COULD get herself Cocked if she wanted...
 
In fact, Jen thought, it'd be quite nice if Kim did just that. Jen had spent twenty years lusting after the day when Jack would finally Cock her himself, and having no more daughters to look after would free her up to make that fantasy finally come true.
 
But it hurt a little that Mel hadn't said goodbye, or let her know what she had planned.
 
She sighed, got out her own phone, and browsed through the five threesomes she'd shared with Jack where he'd Cocked other willing women. She knew all about his bet with Mistress, and had always planned to be Girl Number Seven. Helping him absorb those five other women onto his throbbing prick had been wonderful and exciting, and had totally brought them together as lovers.
 
Not to mention, it'd be nice to reunite with her high school best friend Emily, who'd celebrated her own eighteenth birthday by riding Jack's Cock until he came and transformed her.
 
Jen chewed on her little finger as she remembered her first and last kiss with Jennifer, that had gone from being her first ever lesbian kiss, to sucking Jack's cock, without ever actually parting contact. And then Jack, being young and invigorated by what he'd just done, had flipped her over and absolutely RAILED her doggy style, and she'd cum so very very hard because she'd been absolutely certain that she was next...
 
It hadn't happened. Instead they'd remained high school sweethearts, and he'd asked her to marry him, and they'd had two beautiful daughters together.
 
Remembering all of that made her feel better.
 
Still. She couldn't let Kim get away with calling her a whore and a slut. Even if it was true, it wasn't right for a girl to call her mother those things.
 
She sent a text to Jack.
 
+
 
Jack got home just before sunset, and sat in his car for a second thinking about what to do. Jen really had been upset over what Kim had said to her, and had blabbed everything about what their little girl had been up to in the changing room at Mary's.
 
He had the afternoon's conversation with Mistress on his mind, too. Although he'd agreed to it, he didn't really want to be eaten. He'd go through with it if she won, but...
 
He thought a few seconds longer, then squared his shoulders and got out of the car.
 
Jen was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of vodka, and she looked just as beautiful as ever. She was about the darkest-skinned woman he'd ever met and she absolutely rocked it in a beautiful way, combining it with long legs and the ultimate bouncing booty. She tucked a stray hair braid behind her ear and smiled at him as he entered.
 
"Hi... Welcome home. Sorry I don't have dinner ready, I just... I couldn't face it today."
 
Jack crossed the room and kissed her. "Why don't you go ahead and order pizza," he suggested.
 
"How about Chinese?" she said instead.
 
"Sure, whatever you want. I need to go talk to Kimberley, huh?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"You want me to straighten her out?"
 
Jen sighed, and shrugged. "She's a grown woman now. If she wants to be a total cock-whore and get herself eaten or something, that's her business and we can't stop her. I just don't like being insulted in my own home."
 
Jack kissed her. "For the record... you ARE a whore," he teased. She spluttered a laugh and a wide white smile covered her face. She was so beautiful when she smiled.
 
"I know. She's right, I AM a slut. I'm YOUR slut," she agreed. "But only you get to say that to me."
 
"That's fair."
 
"Before you do, how was work?"
 
"Boring. I got a call from Mistress though. She just ate her sixth girl, and I think she might have a seventh lined up."
 
"Already? You two have been playing your game since we were in college, you're averaging like one girl every four years. How did she find one so fast?"
 
"Beats me."
 
"Wow... You'd better hurry up and find your sixth girl then so you can finally Cock me," Jen encouraged. "...Or at least Cock me before she wins and eats you."
 
Jack laughed. "Maybe I should Cock Kimberley," he said, passing it off as a joke. It made Jen giggle at least.
 
"That's so wrong!" she said, and gave him a slap on the arm. "I bet she'd enjoy it too, the little whore... Go talk to her. And ask her what she wants for dinner so I can order."
 
Jack nodded and headed upstairs.
 
Kim had the bedroom at the back of the house, next to the bathroom. She'd painted the room black when she was fifteen, and the walls were covered in posters of sexy pop stars both male and female, album posters, concert tickets and, as Jack discovered when he opened the door, bondage gear. That was new.
 
Kim looked up sharply from her bed. She was completely naked and had a large Hitachi vibrator between her thighs while her free hand squeezed viciously at her breast. Her iPad was propped up on her stomach, and Jack could see that she was watching a porn video where an older man was halfway through Cocking a tiny redheaded teenager.
 
That boded well.
 
Kim didn't move or try to cover herself, she just blinked at him. She looked so much like her mother, except that her skin was much lighter thanks to Jack's European ancestry. Her cheeks were flush and her lips parted in an aroused pout which turned into a stupid stare as she slowly caught up with the fact that her father had just barged in on her masturbating to Cocker porn.
 
When it did, she didn't cover up or anything. Instead she frowned and kept humping against her vibrator. "...Don't you knock?" she asked, turning her attention back to the porn.
 
Jack just walked into the room and leaned against her dresser. "No."
 
"What, you came here for a show?" She grinned rebelliously and moaned softly. "Are you a fucking pervert who wants to watch your little girl cum, Daddy?"
 
"Actually I came to talk to you," Jack said. He didn't bother hiding the fact that he was enjoying the show, though. His prick got hard inside his pants, and he watched her eyes focus on it.
 
She'd always been a sultry kid from a young age. Now that she was old enough to do whatever she wanted, she'd apparently decided to completely embrace her wild sexual self. As well as the tattoo, she'd dyed her hair and shaved an intricate undercut into one side of it so that it was an artistic lopsided colorful mess. Her nipples, belly button, nose, lip and eyebrows were all pierced... and when Jack glanced down, he saw a little glint of metal in the folds of her pussy as well.
 
She smirked as she saw him examine her body. "Let me guess. Mom got mad over what I said to her?"
 
Jack nodded. "She said you called her a whore. And a slut."
 
"Uh-huh..." She made those two syllables sound more like a sexual moan than agreement. "...That's why you love her."
 
"Kimberley..." Jack sighed.
 
"What? It's the truth!" Kim grinned and then bit her lip as her vibrator sent another pulse of pleasure through her. "It's not an insult. Shit, I'm a fucking freak myself... Hell, I'm kinda getting off on having you here. Are you gonna join me, Daddy? You should jack off, that'd be hot..."
 
"Yes, it's the truth," Jack agreed. "But you MEANT it as an insult, and you should apologize to her." He pretended to ignore her attempt to scandalize him, but his dick was nearly completely hard by now and Kim grinned at the long bulge it made down his right pants leg.
 
"...Nah," she decided after thinking about it in an exaggerated fashion for a few seconds.
 
"You WILL apologize to her, Kimberley Wilson, or..."
 
Kim stopped masturbating and looked him in the eye. Then with a smirk she turned her vibrator off, set it aside and stood up.
 
"Or what, Daddy?" She challenged him. "Huh? Or what?"
 
Jack made up his mind. "...Or I'll bend you right over the dresser right here and now and I'll Cock you."
 
Kim 's eyebrows shot up, though she looked more surprised than scandalized. "Woah!"
 
He glared hard at her. "I mean it. If you can't live in this house and treat your mother with respect, then the only thing you're good for is you can add an inch to my cock and help me win my bet with Mistress."
 
"You'd throw me away like that?" she asked. She bit her lip while looking him in the eye, and her fingers drifted toward her breast. "That's... really hot, Daddy. You'd really Cock your own daughter just to win a bet?"
 
"I'd Cock you because you deserve it," Jack said.
 
"Yeah?" Kim considered him seriously. Jack watched her face as her eyes searched all over his. She was chewing on her lip and shifting her weight in a way that said she found the idea a real turn-on.
 
Suddenly, she turned around, leaned forward on her dresser and lifted her butt, presenting her pussy for him. "...Okay. Go ahead!"
 
It was Jack's turn to raise his eyebrows. "...Go ahead?"
 
She grinned and wiggled her hips. "Get Cocked by my own dad? That's so fucking freaky I've just GOTTA go for it. Or maybe you're bluffing, and I'm gonna call that bluff 'cuz either way, I win."
 
"I'm not bluffing!" Jack said. She smirked arrogantly at him over her shoulder, but despite her bravado she had a flushed, excited look on her face that told him her real feelings: She wanted it.
 
"Prove it," she dared. She bent over a little more, resting her elbows on the dresser and lifting her butt a bit higher to make it easy for him. "Go ahead, Daddy. I'm just a thirsty whore, so fuck me and Cock me. I'm all yours!"
 
Jack had all the permission he needed. he pulled his shirt off over his head, unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and underwear down as one.
 
"Woah, Daddy! You've... definitely Cocked a few girls before, huh?" Kim said, going a little wide-eyed as she laid eyes on her father's penis. She wasn't wrong, Jack had Cocked five girls already in his life and absorbed them permanently onto his shaft to add extra length and girth. Each one had been an enormous amount of fun, too. He'd started out as an average-sized man. Now, with five girls on it, his dick was ten inches long and nearly as thick as Kimberley's wrist.
 
It was already fully erect at the thought of what he was about to do. He didn't reply to her jab, instead he just grabbed her hips, lined his pulsing meat up and sank it slowly, slowly into her.
 
Kim gasped and shut her eyes, and her mouth formed an "O." She was tight, so very tight. She'd obviously never even tried to take anything this big before... but she was so turned on and her cunny was so slick and wet that he had no trouble sinking into her while a high whine slowly forced its way out of her.
 
She almost collapsed when he bottomed out. Her legs were trembling and her arms were weak, and her pussy rippled and squeezed at his cock while she tried to adapt to its sheer size.
 
"Oh. My. GOD, Daddy..." she gasped, and worked her weight from one leg to the other to try and get comfortable. She looked up into the mirror and made eye contact with him. "Oh my god, you are ACTUALLY fucking your daughter! You're a fucking freak, you know that?"
 
Jack pushed her face down onto the dresser and then pinned her arms behind her back. "You asked for it."
 
"Uh-huh!" She moaned. "Ohhhh... wow, this is... this is really good, Daddy..."
 
"You like your father's cock, you little freak?" Jack snarled. She wriggled as he pulled nearly all the way out and then sank back into her. She was so completely soaking wet that he'd had no trouble going in dry, and his prick emerged shining and slick and smelling of fresh young cunt.
 
"OhhhHHhhh... yess Daddy, I like your cock... Fuck me, Daddy..."
 
"I'm gonna Cock you too. You want that? If not, you'd better apologize to your mother..." Jack repeated. He thrust into her harder to make his point and she moaned loudly.
 
"Oohhhhh FUCK!"
 
"That wasn't an apology!"
 
"You're... not... oh my god..." Kim squirmed and gasped as her father's titanic tool thrust into her again and pushed her up onto her tiptoes. "...I'm not gonna apologize."
 
He gave her ass a ringing bare-handed slap that made her squeak. "Then you'll end up as just another inch on my dick."
 
She groaned and pushed back against him, wantonly fucking her own parent. Her eyes were already glazed with pleasure, and she licked her lips, shivering with delight as he spanked her again.
 
"Will you really do it, Daddy? Will you really Cock your little girl?"
 
Jack bent over her and thrust as deep as he could go, with enough force to make the dresser rock. "And I'll Cock your mother afterwards, too..." he whispered.
 
"Ohhh...fuck! That's hot!" she moaned. "That's really... really hot..." She trailed off into a long moan and shuddered. "...I want it. Do it, Daddy."
 
Jack grinned triumphantly and started hammering into her, fucking her so roughly that the dresser shook. She was staring at herself in the mirror, clearly transfixed by the sight of her father giving her young cunt the pounding of a lifetime. "Say that again," he growled in her ear.
 
Kim fucked back against him as hard as she could, moaning like a porn star. "I want you to Cock me, Daddy! Do it! Please!!"
 
He snaked his arm around her throat and lightly choked her in a sleeper hold. "Again!" he snarled
 
Kim was delirious. Her hands came up and gripped weakly at the thick arm around her neck and held on for dear life. "Cock me, Daddy! I wanna be part of your Cock, I'm just a little slut, that's all I'm good for... annh!!"
 
She knew how to drive a man wild with words. Jack choked her a little harder, fucked her a little harder, and her moaning became a sultry mumbling.
 
"Ohhh yess Daddy, yes Daddy, fuck me Daddy fuck YESSS..."
 
"I'm close--!" he warned. Kim just moaned even louder.
 
"Yes! Do it!! Cock Me!!! Do it, DaddeeeEEE!!!!"
 
The last orgasmic "Daddy" as she came set him off too. Her pussy clamped down and pulsed vigorously against him, Kim descended into animal cries of pure lust, and the dresser creaked as it took their combined bodyweight. Jack groaned and let go, pumping pulse after pulse of his seed deep into his daughter's slick, tight, eighteen-year-old cunt with a long predatory growl.
 
And then it happened.
 
The Cocking began with the moment when suddenly he couldn't thrust any longer, when his prick and her pussy fused together. Kim threw her head back and gasped even louder. Already the skin of her face was going darker and redder, and her dyed, interestingly shaved hair was shrinking into her scalp. There was a series of little metallic clatters as her piercings were all squeezed out of her transforming body and rained to the ground.
 
"Ohh God, YESSS!!!" she moaned. "You're really doing it! You're really Cocking me, Daddy!! It's really happening!!!"
 
Jack let go of her arms. They were shrinking anyway, as were her legs. She just lay heavily on the dresser, staring into her reflection's eyes and watching her own absorption like it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
 
He felt her orgasm again as their nervous systems mingled. It was rolling on and on and on, filling her whole being with nothing but pleasure, which he felt too. He shut his eyes and shivered with delight as her whole body began to condense and change shape.
 
He could feel her thoughts, which were fractured and overwhelmed by pleasure. She wasn't thinking of anything very much except for one thing, which was what spilled out of her mouth.
 
"Yes! YES!! Oh my Goooooodd Daadddyyyy!!!!"
 
Her pleasure reached its peak and the transformation accelerated. Her eyes rolled back in her head, closed, and then the eyelids blended over. Her facial features flattened and smoothed out until all that was left was her mouth, which narrowed and stretched vertically. She was still two feet long, but shrinking rapidly as her arms and legs withdrew into her sides. Her breasts were the last to go, suddenly flattening out while the nipples shrank away until they were just a little pair of dusty brown moles which faded from sight.
 
Jack staggered back and collapsed heavily on Kim's bed. She was nearly gone. His cock felt like it weighed a ton, and it was still squirming strangely as the last of Kimberley was absorbed into it...
 
Jen burst into the room just as Jack's cock uttered one last unmistakable feminine moan and went still. There was a tightening feeling, a final twitch, and Kimberley's irreversible transformation into a length of penis was complete.
 
Husband and wife stared at each other for a long moment. Or rather, Jack stared at his wife: Jen stared at his cock.
 
"...You didn't!" she exclaimed.
 
Jack mopped the sweat off his face and grinned. "Yeah. I did."
 
"You... you really did!" Jen gaped at her husband's newly enhanced member as she processed the news that her little girl was now a permanent part of it. The evidence wasn't hard to spot: Kimberley's pop star tattoo was still there in miniature, just below the head.
 
"Yeah." Jack repeated, and lay back. His new cock just wouldn't go soft, the mere thought of what he'd done was enough to keep it standing at aching full mast, ready and eager to go again.
 
"I thought you were just joking..."
 
Jen slowly crossed the room and reached out to touch it. Her fingers tickled at first, making it jerk and him gasp. Then she tried to wrap her hand around it. It was so thick now thanks to Kim that she couldn't get her fingertips to meet at its thickest point.
 
"Oh my god..." she whimpered. "Kimmy..."
 
"Jen, I--"
 
"You Cocked our daughter."
 
"Yes."
 
Jen shook her head. She looked stunned, but she didn't let go. Jack's meat rod was bigger now, at least an inch longer than it had been a few minutes ago, and maybe half an inch thicker around.
 
"That's... Oh my God, Jack. That's so wrong."
 
"She wanted it. And she was right... she was an adult."
 
"She was your DAUGHTER!" Jen didn't stop stroking, so Jack couldn't really tell if she was disgusted or... something else.
 
"I know," he said.
 
"That's so..."
 
"Wrong?" Jack suggested.
 
"...Hot." Jen gulped, then looked up at him and into his eyes. "Do me too."
 
Jack looked her in the eye. "Are you sure?"
 
"It's time, darling. I've wanted this for years. Cock me now." She looked back at the pulsing hot staff in her hand, then back at him as she bit her lip. "...Please?"
 
He sat back and thrust his hips up a little, letting her have full access. "Go ahead. I'm all yours."
 
She moistened her lips with her tongue, then turned and lowered them over the end of his newly enlarged cock, licking and sucking at it. It was so big that she could barely fit her mouth around it, but she kept at it. Jack moaned delightedly and twined his fingers in her hair. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room where his groans of pleasure, her own gasps and whimpers, and the soft wet sounds of her trying to suck his monstrous dick.
 
Eventually, after a few attempts and with a heroic effort, she succeeded in deep-throating all eleven inches of him right down to the base. She lingered there for several seconds, choking and squirming around the hot meat, before finally she pulled away with a cough and a gasp. His cock was slick and wet and completely ready to take her.
 
She climbed into his lap and her fingers tickled down between her legs to guide him.
 
"Mmm... Oh, I've wanted this for so long...." she murmured. Her eyelids fluttered as she sunk down onto him. She was more experienced than her daughter, and her pussy knew how to adjust to a big cock, but it was still bigger than she'd ever taken before and she threw her head back as she lowered herself slowly down, down, down his shaft. "Ohhh fuck yes, Kimmy..."
 
"Kimmy?" Jack asked.
 
"This is my daughter I'm fucking, big boy... Mmm... Holy shit, baby girl, you made such a nice big cock for Mommy..."
 
"Now who's wrong?" Jack laughed. She laughed too.
 
"I guess we're a whole family of freaks. And you're gonna Cock Mistress after this, huh? You'll be hung like a fucking bull soon..."
 
"That was the deal," Jack agreed.
 
"Mm... oh yes..." She whispered and pinched her nipples as she eased herself lower and lower on his cock. Even with her own flowing juices and the spit she'd lubed him up with, she felt tight and velvety and wonderful. "...I wonder if it's true that women who get Cocked are conscious in there... I wonder if I'll feel every cunt you fuck..."
 
"You'll find out soon enough," Jack said. "One way or the other..."
 
"Ohhhh fuck yes..." She finally bottomed out on his shift and shuddered in a little mini-orgasm. "Goddd... that extra inch..."
 
"Keep calling it Kimmy," Jack suggested. She gave a husky laugh and ground her hips against him in a circular motion
 
"Mmm.... that works for you? We really are a family of freaks..."
 
"You should have seen her. She was so fucking hot for me..." Jack said.
 
"She feels amazing..." Jen purred. She reached down, took his hands and guided them to her breasts, where he obediently squeezed them, paying special attention to pinching her nipples. She'd always loved having them pinched, sucked and nibbled. "Ooooh... take me. Take me and make me part of your cock, like you did to Kimmy... Ohhh..."
 
As Jack sucked on her tits, she lowered her fingers to her clit and rubbed it furiously while rolling her hips. "Anh! Oh! Oh, you should have Cocked Mel, too... You could have had all three of us, together forever... Ah!!"
 
"Mel was a lesbian," Jack pointed out.
 
"Mmm... her loss... oh, fuck yes, Kimmy, fuck your Mommy..."
 
Jack smiled and held her close as they moved together, feeling nothing but love for his wife of twenty years. Both of them knew these were their last moments together, and they were both perfectly happy for it to end like this.
 
It was perhaps the most amazing, tender, loving sex of their life. Her cunt fit his cock like a warm, moist, velvety glove, and they knew each others' rhythms and speeds from a lifetime of lovemaking. They moved in unison for a long while, moaning and whispering tender nothings into each others' ears, kissing softly. It wasn't a vigorous kinky animal fuck like Jack had given Kim. This was sweet love-making, the beautiful swan-song of their happy marriage, and they made it last.
 
It couldn't last forever, though. Eventually, Jen pressed her forehead to his. "I'm gonna cum..." she whispered. "Ohh, God, I've been holding it back but I'm so close now!"
 
"Go ahead, baby," he encouraged. "Let's cum together, one last time..."
 
They kissed, and then Jen threw her head back and threw everything she had into desperately humping his cock.
 
"Ohh yes... Ohhhh..." A floodgate of some kind opened and she moaned her pleasure wantonly and at full volume. "OH! Yesss! I'm coming, Kimmy!!! Cum for Mommy! Fill your Mommy with cum!!"
 
"This is it!" Jack groaned. Nothing could hold back his climax now.
 
"AHHH!! YES!!! Cock me, baby!!! Cock meeeeEEE!!!!"
 
The way her cunt spasmed as she came milked Jack to a full-body orgasm, and he hugged her close as his seed shot into his wife for the last time. He felt the moment when it started, when his cum glued them together then dissolved their flesh into one seamless body.
 
Jen felt it too and made a long, loud noise of pure pleasure and lust. "Ohhh yesss!!" she moaned. "It's finally happening! Oh, I've wanted this for SO LONG baby, oh GOD!!"
 
She hugged him closed and kissed him furiously. Already he could feel her body changing as the pressure in his crotch pulled her down and down and down...
 
They kissed for as long as they could, until she was too short for him to reach and her arms could no longer wrap around him. Desperately, she touched her fingers to the spot where her clit was merging into his cock, and rubbed at it.
 
"Yes! YESS!!!"
 
Jack kissed his fingertip and pressed it to her cheek. "Goodbye, Jen," he said. "I love you."
 
"Ohh, I love you too Jack... I'm so glad we get to be together like this..." she groaned. She smiled up at him, and raised her hands to cup her breasts for him.
 
"Remember me like this, baby," she said. "Remember me as... as a cock whore. I'm your slut..."
 
She went silent with a gasp as Jack's cock grabbed hold of her and PULLED, marking the moment when the transformation accelerated into its final stage.
 
No further words came, but Jen still made frantic noises as her body changed dramatically. Her legs kicked and her arms waved as they shrank down to nothing, but as with Kim before her, Jack could feel her thoughts and feelings as their bodies merged. She wasn't having second thoughts at all. In fact, she'd never wanted anything more than what was happening to her now.
 
She smiled at him one last time, and then like her daughter before her she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He watched the last of her hair shrink into her scalp and vanish, leaving her bald as her features flattened and smoothed away until there was nothing there but cock-head.
 
For a second or two, a pair of full feminine lips floated on the end of his prick: They uttered a last delicate gasp of pleasure, and then they too were gone.
 
The shrinking stopped and the transformation completed with a final twitch and tightening. There was nothing left of Jen now, just another inch of length and half an inch of girth on his already impressive member... and a miniature version of her tattoo about halfway up his shaft, as a permanent reminder. It settled into place as the one Kimberley had left faded back through the skin, in such a way that the fairy and the pop star seemed to be dancing together. Mother and daughter looked perfect together in that form.
 
Jack collapsed exhausted, and lay heaving for breath in his daughter's bed. He looked up at the ceiling and saw the little glow-in-the-dark stars he'd stuck up there, years ago. His hand moved down to touch his erection, which still refused to go down. He couldn't quite believe he'd really done it.
 
But the size and weight of it assured him that he had. His wife and his little girl were now... together. Forever. Not gone, but with him for the rest of his life. And they would bring him nothing but pleasure.
 
He smiled at that thought, and rolled over to pick his phone out of his jeans pocket, and made a call.
 
It rang several times. Eventually...
 
"Mistress is busy, darling. Maybe if you leave a message, I'll notice... Good luck. +BEEEEEP+"
 
Jack let his cocky smirk tone his voice as he left his message.
 
"Seven: I win."
 
That done, he hung up. No doubt she'd call to get the details later, but for now...
 
For now, he gave his massive, sensitive cock a few last drowsy tugs, then fell asleep with his hand still wrapped around all that was left of Jen and Kimberley.
 
+++
 
Act 4: Game Over
 
THREE MONTHS LATER
 
Kitty had never seen Mistress seem nervous before. She was... fidgeting. Throughout the long drive from Mistress' place in New York, to visit an old friend of hers in California, she'd seemed restless but also wild and carefree as though she was ticking off a lot of bucket list items as quickly as she could.
 
She'd decided to make the journey across the whole country a road trip rather than fly. Every night they'd stayed at a new motel or a new campground, and every night Kitty had enjoyed a new form of being tied up and teased, played with, and enjoyed. Mistress seemed to be taking her pleasure hungrily, as if it was her last chance.
 
Which, as she finally revealed the night before they reached their destination, it would be.
 
Kitty was hog-tied on the bed, gasping softly from the work of a vibrating butt-plug when Mistress sat in front of her, sipping a glass of wine.
 
"...Kitty, I need to confess something," she said.
 
"Mm? Y-yes mistress??" Kitty asked, trying to be a Good Girl. It was hard to concentrate.
 
"I told you how we're meeting an old school friend of mine... Well, I'm a Gut Queen, and he's a Cocker. And years ago, we made a bet over who would be the first to have their wicked, wicked way with seven girls..."
 
Kitty gasped and nodded. She'd known. Only a true Gut Queen got as tall and as statuesque as Mistress. She'd known, and still gladly agreed to be Mistress' pet despite being certain it would end with her in Mistress' belly, one way or another.
 
"Well.. he won," Mistress revealed. "And the bet was that whichever one of us won got to have the other."
 
Kitty shivered and moaned. "He's... he's going to Cock you, Mistress?"
 
"Yes he is..." Mistress smiled faintly. "I bet I'll add a solid foot to the lucky bastard's prick, too..."
 
"Ohh...." Kitty moaned. She was losing the ability to think properly. Mistress smirked and sipped her drink again.
 
"Of course... I wouldn't have made the bet if I really minded..." she mused. "I bet I'll enjoy it! But it does mean that I'm going to eat you tomorrow, pet. I want my seventh girl before I go."
 
"Ohh, yes Mistress!" Kitty whined. "Whatever you want!"
 
Mistress smirked again. "I thought you'd say that," she said. "You're such a good girl, Kitty. It took me FOREVER to talk Tilly into my belly."
 
Being called a Good Girl was all it took to finish off Kitty's orgasm. She thrashed and mewled helplessly on the bed as it overtook her. Mistress laughed softly and shook her head. "Oh, no, you had to go and ruin it. Did I SAY you could cum?" she asked.
 
"N-no... Mistress..." Kitty breathed.
 
"And you were being so good, too. I'm going to have to punish you now..." Mistress stood up and retrieved the thinnest and most painful switch from her travelling case. "Aren't I, pet?"
 
"Yes, Mistress."
 
"Yes I am," Mistress purred. She landed a painful swipe on Kitty's backside, and got a satisfying squeak. "Let's have FUN, pet. It's our last time, after all..."
 
Kitty closed her eyes in delight, and gave herself to the pain.
 
"Yes, Mistress..." she moaned.
 
+
 
"You're looking good. Damn good."
 
Jack had to admit, she looked even better than he'd thought. At just a little less than seven feet tall, it was amazing that Mistress (he'd thought it was ridiculous when she'd legally changed her name, but it suited her) could find clothes that fit, let alone dresses that looked so good on her. She had powerful, curvaceous, muscular thighs and her dress had wide slits up both legs that left it looking more like a long loincloth. And of course, it was scandalously low-cut. She'd have looked more modest in a bikini.
 
Neither of them minded: she invited people to stare and enjoyed being stared at, and no man with a pulse would fail to enjoy the sight of her.
 
"That goes for you too," she replied and gave him an un-chaste kiss. "I think the grey hairs suit you."
 
Jack looked over at the tiny, quiet girl lurking in his friend's shadow. "Your newest pet?"
 
"And my last meal." She confirmed. The girl nodded shyly. She looked nervously excited at the idea of being cooked and eaten, Jack thought.
 
"Hmm. Shall we?"
 
They went inside, and were shown to their seat by a waitress. Being a gentleman, Jack pulled out a seat for his friend to sit in.
 
She sighed as she sat. "I really thought I'd win, you know. Especially after I finally got Tilly. Kitty here was always going to be an easy catch... but you went and took my advice a little too much to heart."
 
"You seem nervous," Jack commented. He couldn't help but tease her a little.
 
"Oh well, what have I got to be nervous about?" she replied with a roll of her eyes. "These are only the closing hours of my life."
 
Jack grinned at her and said nothing.
 
"...God. I wonder what it feels like..." she muttered. "I guess I'll find out tonight... To think, this time tomorrow, I'll just be another couple of inches on your dick. Is it weird that I'm kinda looking forward to it now?"
 
Jack's grin got even wider.
 
"...At least, I assume you're going to do me tonight?" She checked. "Or do you have other plans for me?"
 
"Actually..." Jack said, "...I thought I'd let you off the hook."
 
Mistress seemed genuinely surprised. "You're not going to Cock me?"
 
"If my dick gets any bigger, I won't be able to have sex. Besides, I don't want to lose the keepsakes."
 
"Keepsakes?"
 
"Kim and Jen had matching tattoos, and they look pretty good down there... I'll show you later. I definitely plan on claiming my victory fuck, even if I don't add you to my collection."
 
"Hmm. I'm torn between being relieved and disappointed..." Mistress mused. "I don't think I'd have let you off the hook if I'd won... Are you SURE you don't want to Cock me? You won fair and square, and... well, I was actually quite looking forward to it."
 
He smirked. "Fine, you're not off the hook... but I will take a rain check," he said. "You'll get your turn later, once I'm ready."
 
"I'm fine with that," she agreed with a seductive twinkle in her eye. "Just call me up and say the word, and I'll be all yours at a moment's notice. Deal?"
 
"Deal."
 
"Excellent." She smiled and sat back, smoothing out her dress as she crossed her meaty legs and draped her arms over the back of her seat, which only served to display her breasts. "I still can't believe you Cocked little Kimberley, though. The last time I saw her, she was only... what? Fourteen?"
 
"Thirteen, I think."
 
Mistress laughed softly. "Your own daughter. You always were a pervert, Jack..."
 
"Pot calling the kettle black," he retorted with a grin.
 
They smiled at each other, enjoying each other's companies like true old friends. The moment was interrupted by a glowing young latina who arrived in a bright pink T-shirt and the tightest pair of jeans.
 
"Hi Jack!" she leaned over and gave him a kiss.
 
"And who's this?" Mistress asked.
 
Jack smiled and made introductions. "Mistress, this is Melanie's ex-girlfriend, Isabella. Isabella, this is--"
 
"--Mistress," Mistress interrupted firmly. Isabella shook her hand.
 
"Just Mistress?" she asked.
 
"That's my name, legally. Only Jack knows what I used to be called, and I'd like to keep it that way," Mistress said. "So why is your daughter's ex joining us for dinner, Jack?"
 
Isabella smiled. "I'm not joining you for dinner, I AM dinner. I'm his main course!"
 
"Ohh, so after Cocking your wife and daughter, you thought you'd eat the girl who ate your OTHER daughter. What is this, a family reunion?" Mistress laughed.
 
"That's the idea," Jack nodded evenly. Isabella just smiled.
 
"Did you know this depraved individual actually went and Cocked his own child, Isabella?" Mistress asked. Isabella laughed and nodded.
 
"I did, yeah. And it was probably Kim's idea," she said. "She always was a freak... Oh, hi!"
 
The waitress had arrived at their table with menus. "Hi guys, welcome! Are we serving all four of you today, or is anybody here to be eaten?"
 
Isabella stood up eagerly. "Me."
 
Kitty blushed and raised her hand. "Um... and me."
 
Mistress beamed at her. "Good girl."
 
"Awesome," the waitress said. She put her notepad away. "If you guys could come with me, then, and I'll come back to sort out drinks and how you'll be served in a few minutes..."
 
Kitty gulped and hovered for a second until Isabella smiled and took her hand. "Come on, it'll be fun!" she said. "Mel said that roasting felt amazing."
 
Kitty gulped. "She did?"
 
"Uh-huh."
 
"Well... that's okay then. Um... goodbye, Mistress."
 
Mistress smiled, leaned over, and gave Kitty a lavish parting kiss. "Goodbye, pet."
 
"'Bye, Jack! I hope you enjoy me!!" Isabella chirped. She pulled on Kitty's hand and the two followed the waitress toward the kitchen.
 
Mistress watched them go, then turned back to Jack. "So... now that you're single and childless, what do you have planned?" she asked.
 
"I thought I'd find another wife and have some more kids," Jack replied.
 
"And Cock them too?"
 
He shook his head. "My Cocking days are done, with one future exception."
 
Mistress laughed. "Well. I'm sure you'll think of something. I definitely don't intend to stop eating."
 
"You'll become a full-blown giantess if you keep it up."
 
"Until you Cock me."
 
"Or eat you. Maybe I'll feed you up and have you cooked for all my guests at a big dinner party."
 
"Well, you won our contest fair and square. I'm yours to use and consume however you like."
 
Jack chuckled. "I never thought I'd see you develop a submissive side."
 
"Neither did I. But I've had the last few weeks to get used to the idea..."
 
The waitress returned with drinks menus and a smile. "Okay madam and sir, your ingredients are being cleaned and prepared, so all that's left is to decide how you want your meal cooked."
 
"What do you recommend?" Jack asked.
 
The waitress smiled. "Our chef's speciality dinner begins with deep-fried finger and toe dippers for an appetizer. For the starter course he suggests the pan-fried breasts with arm and calf fillets, and for the main course it's baked hams and roasted torsos for whole swallow. Dessert is pureed fresh brain pudding, served chilled with cream in its unique original serving bowl.
 
"That sounds perfect," Mistress said.
 
"Yes. I'll have that," Jack agreed.
 
"Two chef specials," The waitress beamed. She set a couple of small devices on the table. "The finger starters won't be long but it can be several minutes between courses. Feel free to take a walk in our garden and enjoy the live music out there, it'll help with the digestion. These pagers will buzz you back to your table when the next course is ready. Can I get you anything to drink?"
 
"A bottle of prosecco," Jack said. "We haven't seen each other in far too long, it'll be good to catch up."
 
"Of course sir." the waitress noted down his order, cleared up the menus, and was gone.
 
Mistress smiled and leaned forward in her chair.
 
"So," she said. "Why don't you tell me all about what happened with Kim and Jen..."
 
+
 
The kitchen was an industrial, clean place alive with the work of sous-chefs and the sound of the chef himself giving orders. There were sizzling sounds, bursts of flames, and the sounds of knives hard at work, and it was hot enough that Kitty started sweating the moment she stepped through the door.
 
A pair of tall glasses were thrust into their hands as they entered, and they were encouraged to drink it quickly. As soon as they'd finished, the glasses were whisked away again and they were left to stand awkwardly in the corner, waiting.
 
Isabella was still holding her hand as they waited. Suddenly, the pretty latina girl turned and started making out passionately with her.
 
Eventually they had to come up for air. Kitty felt light-headed and confused.
 
"What... what was that for?" she asked. Isabella grinned at her.
 
"This is my last chance to make out with a sexy girl!" she said. "Why would I waste it?"
 
Kitty had to admit, she couldn't argue with that logic. So, she kissed Isabella and the heavy makeout session resumed.
 
It ended quite abruptly when a pretty Chinese sous-chef pulled Kitty one way, while a slim redhead sous-chef pulled Isabella the other.
 
In short order, Kitty;s clothes were cut off her with scissors and thrown away. She stood naked and shivering despite the heat on a pair of large kitchen scales, then was briskly scrubbed down with slightly lemony warm water to remove her makeup, perfume, any sweat or dirt... The brush the sous-chef used was hard and rough, but it left her feeling amazingly clean.
 
The chef swung by and inspected them both. He pinched their legs, buttocks, breasts, bellies and arms. He made aggrieved noises over the many bruised stripes on Kitty's butt and thighs, but eventually muttered something about how it didn't matter.
 
"Good enough," he said. "Get them started, I have to finish for table seven..."
 
"Yes chef," the sous-chefs replied, and Kitty was led to a metal table where she was made to sit and bring her legs up onto the counter.
 
There was a chopping sound and a gasp from Isabella's table, and when Kitty glanced over she saw that both her latina counterpart's feet had been removed, neatly chopped off at the ankle with a heavy cleaver.
 
Something similar happened to her own feet while she was distracted. She only noticed it by the loud sound of the cleaver: there was no pain.
 
"Wh-?"
 
"That drink we gave you had a little something in it to help you enjoy yourself," the Chinese sous-chef explained. She firmly grabbed Kitty's arm and with a CHOP! there went Kitty's right hand. A second later, the left was gone as well.
 
The hands and feet were set aside, and somebody swept by a second later to take them away. Kitty felt light-headed. It was all happening so FAST!
 
"Lie down, please," the sous-chef said. Kitty obeyed, and was grateful when the sous-chef put a helping hand behind her back. Lying down was surprisingly difficult without hands to support herself on.
 
She turned her head and looked across at Isabella, who beamed at her. "Are you having fun?" the latina asked.
 
"Um..." Kitty wasn't quite sure if that was the right word. It was all a little surreal, though she had to admit, the thought of what was happening to her was really turning her on. "I think so?"
 
"I am! Woops, here go our arms!"
 
Kitty looked up as her sous-chef pinned her arm down to the tabletop above her head and with a rapid bang-bang-bang motion chopped it into even two-inch round steaks, all the way down to the shoulder. An identical sound from across the aisle told her the same thing was happening to Isabella.
 
Was this really happening? It almost didn't seem real. She was being... cut up.
 
The thought slipped away as her other arm got the cleaver treatment.
 
It was real but... distant. The fact that she couldn't feel any pain made it seem like it was happening to somebody else. She could still FEEL it, in a strange way. When the sous-chef gripped her ankle and stretched her leg out to create a series of calf steaks up as far as the knee, she felt the grip and the stretch and the chopping... but not any pain.
 
She looked over at Isabella. That certainly looked real. The latina beauty was now nothing more than a nude torso with a smiling, happy head at one end and a pair of stumpy thigh hams at the bottom, surrounded by steaks.
 
Kitty looked up, and realized there was a mirror above her. She could see herself lying there, just a pile of body parts with a slightly stunned and bewildered look on her face.
 
God. They really were cutting her up.
 
The sous-chef used a kind of giant curved blade like an enormous paper guillotine to remove Kitty's hams in one swift movement, and Kitty couldn't resist the urge to experimentally try and wiggle legs that weren't there anymore. All she succeeded in doing was flashing her own shaved little pussy at herself. It looked so cute and accessible now. In fact, SHE looked cute and accessible.
 
The thought made her giggle.
 
"Attagirl!" Isabella called from the other table. The sous-chefs scooped up their steaks and hams and took them away somewhere, leaving them alone together.
 
"I'm having fun!" Kitty announced.
 
"See? And this isn't even the best bit. Apparently the oven feels just AMAZING..." Isabella's armless, legless torso squirmed slightly on the table. "...Oh, but I wish I could touch myself right now..."
 
Kitty looked up at the ceiling mirror again and squirmed her body, laughing at the silly way her truncated torso moved. She was feeling... high. Of course, they'd drugged her, hadn't they? Those drugs were GOOD.
 
The Chinese sous-chef was back, and grinned at her. "Are you enjoying yourself there, sweetie?"
 
"Uh-huh..." Kitty nodded dreamily. "You should try this sometime."
 
The sous-chef giggled. "Oh I will, someday" she said. "Anyway, it's time for my favorite bit. Would you like to kiss your titties goodbye?"
 
Kitty looked down at them, which wasn't easy when she didn't have arms to push her shoulder up. "...I can't reach. They're too small." She giggled. The drugs were AMAZING. "They've always been too small."
 
The sous-chef smiled, and drew a long skinny knife from a nearby block. She pinched one of Kitty's nipples and pulled the breast up until the skin was taut. In a practiced flash, she had it severed, and presented it to Kitty's face. "There. Now you can kiss it goodbye."
 
Kitty giggled again, and did so. She sucked on her own nipple and giggled again. "Bye-bye, boobie!"
 
The sous-chef set it aside in a shallow tray, and quickly removed the other one. "Don't forget her twin sister!"
 
Kitty was only too happy to oblige. There went her titties. Pretty titties. Kitty's pretty titties. She couldn't stop giggling.... Wow. Those drugs were just... they were the really best. Everything was the best. Being cut up was the really REALLY best.
 
"You're pretty," she told the sous-chef.
 
"Aww, thanks!"
 
"You're really, really pretty..." And so was Isabella and so was the other Kitty in the mirror, and so were her titties and the knife and the... hey, come back titties! Some meanie had come along and taken them somewhere.
 
The sous-chef smiled. She was nice. She put something in Kitty's pussy that felt really nice. Then something else in Kitty's ass, which felt even nicererer. "Hey. Wanna know a secret?"
 
"I dunno... I'm not great at keeping secrets..." Kitty mumbled dreamily.
 
"It's okay, this one's not a big secret. You're ready to go in the oven."
 
Kitty smiled. "Will I like it in there?" she asked.
 
"You'll love it."
 
"Yaaaaay."
 
She was flying! Or... no, somebody had just picked her up. and put her down in a roasting pan. And then picked her up again!
 
"Wheee!!!"
 
There was Isabella. Hey, she was way closer now.
 
"Izzyyyy!!!"
 
Isabella gave her a goofy smile. "Heyyy. These drugs are.... they're great, aren't they?"
 
"Yeah... I can't... I'm tryin' to kiss you but I can't move..."
 
"'cuz you've got no arms, dummy." Isabella giggled. "We're 'armless."
 
They shared a happy laugh at the silly joke until there was a loud noise, and they flew again, together this time! And then...
 
Heat. So much of it! And glowing red light all around her. The oven doors closed around Kitty's and Isabella's necks, keeping their heads safely outside in the cool air while the rest of them went in the oven.
 
And... wow. Mel and the sous-chef hadn't been kidding. It. Felt. AMAZING.
 
It was like being smothered in fluttery butterfly kisses, and like her whole body was her little clitty pleasure button. Kitty moaned softly and tried to wriggle but of course she had nothing to wriggle WITH.
 
She turned to look at Isabella. The other girl's face was all red from blushing and she was panting. They looked into each other's eyes.
 
"...I love you," Kitty said. Isabella gave her that goofy cute smile again.
 
"I love you too."
 
"We only just met."
 
"Doesn't matter. I love you."
 
"I love you too."
 
And that was the last thing Kitty wanted to say. She lay back and just... felt everything. Felt without thinking, as time and space and all the things she should maybe be thinking and worrying about stopped mattering. All she felt was the heat as it slowly worked its way deeper and deeper down inside her. She had to be patient with it, and she wished beyond wishing that she still had a hand to touch herself with, or that she could wriggle and rub her thighs together, or do ANYTHING... but an orgasm slowly crept up on her and when it finally arrived it was about the most amazing one she'd ever had.
 
Roasting in the same pan next to her, Isabella had one too, she thought. It was getting hard to tell. Hard to... think...
 
Suddenly, there were white coats standing over them. The pretty sous-chef was back, and so was the big main chef. He wasn't so pretty. He was looking at something on the oven.
 
"Yes, they're about done," he said. "Time to start preparing the dessert."
 
He took a heavy knife from a rack near the oven and laid it on Isabella's throat. Isabella moaned softly and closed her eyes, just before he sliced down and through her neck. Her head dropped into his hand, and he passed it off to a sous-chef.
 
With that done, he put the knife to Kitty's throat. She smiled at him as he cut her head off.
 
She tried and failed to call out "whee!" as her severed head was passed to the sous-chef, who quickly transferred it to a plating station and pressed it down firmly on a presentation spike. She tried to giggle again but it didn't happen, so she just smiled instead. That had been REALLY fun! Being beheaded was AWESOME! Could she do it again?
 
...No, probably not. Oh well!
 
She could see Isabella's head on the opposite side of the aisle: the latina beauty looked so amazingly sexy like that, as just a head on a fancy silver spike who grinned at her. Kitty blew her a kiss and Isabella laughed and returned it. This was so much FUN!
 
Suddenly, Isabella blinked. She frowned at something, looked Kitty in the eye and she looked like she wanted to say something, but before she could her eyes became unfocused and glazed, and her expression faded into blank stupidity.
 
Then Kitty couldn't see her because there was a white coat in the way. She looked up at the pretty Chinese sous-chef, who stooped in front of her with an edible makeup pallet and started brushing some blush onto her cheeks.
 
She wondered if she should say something. What ought a severed head say in these situations? She wasn't sure, and before she could make up her mind, everything started going grey and distant like she was watching an old grainy TV through a telescope. That was... strange...
 
Sobriety came back in a sudden cold rush like the floor had just dropped out from under her: Oh God. This was It!
 
She was DYING!!
 
But it...wasn't that bad actually.
 
In fact, she...
 
...she...
 
+
 
The sous-chef noticed that the head she was working on actually smiled in the end. She paused for a second, then smiled and continued her work.
 
One day soon, she hoped, she'd get to do that. It looked like fun.
 
+
 
The appetizer was finger food, in a very literal way. Deep-fried fingers and toes with a dipping sauce. Mistress wasn't sure how the kitchen did it, but the delicate morsels crunched beautifully and then dissolved deliciously in her mouth in a way she totally wasn't expecting.
 
"Mm!" She exclaimed, and selected another finger. To think, just last night these same fingers had been giving her pleasure of a very different sort... She smiled, and crunched it up.
 
"Good, right?" Jack asked. "Jen and I used to come here."
 
"And ate what?" Mistress asked. "Did you have a whole litter of daughters I never found out about or something?"
 
He laughed and explained. "They're otherwise an extremely good vegetarian restaurant. They believe it's unethical to serve meat that can't ask you not to eat it."
 
"How delightful!"
 
"But the waitresses and sous-chefs are on the menu too if you decide you want to blow your money," Jack added. Their waitress, who had just deposited a jug of water on the table for them, smiled and nodded as her cheeks went a little red.
 
"That's why I work here!" she said.
 
"I'm sure you'll be delicious, sweetie," Mistress assured her.
 
"Thank you!" The waitress bobbed a curtsey and went about her business.
 
"Did you ever have one of the waitresses?"
 
"Once. It was expensive, but worth it for our anniversary..."
 
They talked some more about a variety of subjects, covering what they'd both been up to since the last time they'd had the pleasure of each other's company, politics, music.
 
Eventually, the main course arrived. Two waitresses wheeled a pair of large trolleys up to their table, and removed the lids with a flourish. Delicious scented steam billowed out, enshrouding large platters laden with perfectly cooked meat.
 
Kitty and Isabella's denuded, delimbed and decapitated torsos took pride of place in the middle of each platter, having been impaled on metal spits and garnished with herbs. In front of each girl's body were her severed breasts, lying nipple-up in a bed of baby-leaf salad, and between them lay the triangular cut of the prime pussy fillet, steaming and moist.
 
At the very front of the platter were the hams, each roasted to perfection and ready to gulp down or chew up as the diner preferred. Finally, the arms and lower legs had been cut into inch-thick round steaks and piled high on either side to frame the whole presentation.
 
Mistress giggled slightly as she realized that, although she was much larger than Jack, she was getting the smaller meal. Isabella had eaten a girl once, after all, which meant she'd grown a few inches just like Mistress did every time. Kitty meanwhile had been a naturally tiny petite thing, and so naturally submissive that it was impossible to think of her eating anybody. Jack was getting the bigger dinner out of this.
 
But when Mistress picked up Kitty's perfectly moist, medium-rare pussy fillet and took in its aroma, she felt no envy at all. Kitty smelled HEAVENLY.
 
With a smile, Mistress slurped the meaty little delicacy into her mouth and savored its taste.
 
"Mmm...!!" she moaned. She let the delicate meat sit on her tongue and probed it, tasting every fold and detail as the juices washed her palate. She'd tasted Kitty's pussy before, but never like this. It was truly exquisite.
 
She almost regretted it when her willpower failed and she swallowed it. Almost. The meaty morsel felt truly divine as it slipped down her throat and warmed her from the inside.
 
"It sounded like you enjoyed that..." Jack joked.
 
"It was PERFECT," Mistress purred. He smiled, and ate Isabella's cunt with a growl of satisfaction. She watched him taste it, savor it, and finally run out of willpower and swallow it just like she had.
 
"Mm... You're right," he said, and licked his lips. They grinned at each other and attacked their dinner with gusto.
 
Mistress started off with a ham. She slurped it into her mouth knee-end first and gulped it down, thinking as she did so that distending her throat to accept it was so much easier than stretching to fit a whole live girl.
 
She polished off a whole arm in a series of greedy gulps before sampling the accompanying breast, which was pleasantly soft and buttery on her palate and made for a nice change from all the big meaty bits.
 
She demolished both of the calf steak piles, then treated herself to the remaining ham. She was beginning to feel the most delicious pressure in her belly as all those jumbled-up bits of Kitty settled into place. She was nothing like full, yet, but her stomach was definitely happy with all the tender, warm meat she was sending down to it.
 
Kitty's remaining arm vanished in a gastronomic flurry, and then finally Mistress could treat herself to the remaining buttery breast, which she took her time over, squishing and playing with it in her mouth as she basked in the ambrosia flavor.
 
Finally, the temptation was too much and she swallowed. Her fingertip traced the lump it made in her throat down past her collarbone and through her chest, until it settled in her belly with a soft gurgle.
 
Now for the big finale. It was always best to leave a roast torso for last: it gave it time for the meat to rest and release its juices, which meant that Mistress had no trouble at all in lifting Kitty's body off its spike. The metal slid easily and smoothly out of the meat, shining with oil and Kitty's natural gravy as Mistress lifted the biggest and most satisfying part of her meal into position.
 
"Hey, Jack."
 
"Mm?" he asked. He had a mouth full of ham.
 
"Bottoms up!"
 
Jack snorted as she lifted Kitty's body so that its cute butt, complete with baked-in whip marks from their last night together, was pointed high in the air toward the ceiling.
 
Mistress extended her jaw, opened her throat wide, and engulfed Kitty's shoulders. The trick to eating like this was just to sit back and let gravity work, don't force anything. So, she simply closed her eyes and basked in the wonderful feeling of her throat stretching, of juices and gravy washing her tongue, and of the lovely warming heat of her meal as it slid into her.
 
After two minutes or so, Kitty was buried up to her navel in Mistress' mouth. Had she still been alive and whole at this point she would have been wriggling and kicking no matter how willing she might be; This was much easier to handle. Satisfied that her prey was in position, Mistress reached up, spanked her dinner's pretty little buttocks one last time, then grabbed it, pulled it down, and swallowed.
 
The most satisfying avalanche of warm, tender, melt-in-her-mouth meat slid sloooowly into her, and down her throat. She closed her mouth once the buttocks had slid past her lips, and touched her fingertips to the bulge in her throat, following it down, down, down...
 
She moaned and writhed at the almost orgasmic moment when all the resistance seemed to vanish, and her meal shot down her throat and into her belly in a huge satisfying GULP!
 
"Ohhh..." she gasped, swallowed again to clear the ghost sensation from her throat, and sighed happily. "That was... wonderful."
 
She rested her hands on her belly as Jack nodded and made agreeable noises around what was left of Isabella. She felt so wonderfully full, but not bloated or gassy. A whole live girl would be squirming and pushing in there right now and giving her a strange mix of pleasure and gastric discomfort. Cooked meat just warmed and filled her, in a way that felt loving and intimate.
 
It would digest much more quickly, too. Already, her gut wasn't as big as it should have been considering the size of the girl she'd eaten.
 
With dreamy, sleepy, lidded eyes she watched Jack finish off Isabella. Apparently, he preferred to save the breasts for last, and she watched him eat them while fantasizing idly about what her own breasts would look like on a platter. Spectacular probably... Considering the size and condition of her own statuesque body, it would almost be a shame to Cock her rather than cook her.
 
Almost.
 
They sat and grinned at each other, nursing their swollen guts as the waitress reappeared, checked that they were finished to their satisfaction, and then wheeled away the carts with their neglected salads.
 
"How was yours?" Mistress asked after a minute.
 
"She was perfect. Yours?"
 
"Absolutely perfect," Mistress agreed. Her belly chose that moment to produce a happy gurgle and she patted it fondly. It was already much smaller, a testament not only to her own digestive prowess, but also to how much easier it was to digest cooked prey.
 
Jack stifled a belch and nodded. "Wanna see that garden of theirs?" he asked.
 
"Sure."
 
They went for a little stroll to aid the digestion. The garden was modelled Japanese-style to make the modest space seem larger than it really was. It was tranquil, and romantic, and they spent their slow stroll flirting happily while their guts shrunk and they packed on everything they'd consumed and added it to their bodies.
 
By the time they reached the end of the winding garden path, Mistress was finally seven foot tall without heels, and her ample meaty curves had gotten even more generous. Jack meanwhile was a few inches taller and had packed Isabella onto his shoulders and arms, which had transformed him from "hot dad" to "hunk."
 
Their timing was impeccable: they got back to their table just as the dessert course arrived, and Mistress whistled appreciatively when they were revealed. The two heads had been beautifully made up and had their hair styled upwards into fancy top-knots. Isabella's face now wore a permanent pouty expression of mild surprise that made her look very pretty. Kitty on the other hand was smiling softly, though her eyes were blankly staring at something nobody could see. Both had been flash-frozen, and cold mist sank off their frosty faces as the waitress placed each girl's head in front of its respective diner.
 
She gripped each head's hair and with a flourish she tugged off the tops of their skulls to reveal the appetizing pinkish-grey pudding within. "Pureed brain pudding, bon appetite! Would you like any coffee with your dessert?"
 
"Not for me, thank you," Mistress said. "It gives me migraines."
 
"I'll have an espresso," Jack said.
 
"Coming right up, sir." The waitress smiled and left them alone again. Mistress picked up the long, delicate silver spoon beside her "bowl" and dipped it into the quivering pudding. She was determined to savor this rare and special treat, and transferred it to her mouth with care so as not to waste a drop.
 
Kitty's brain pudding had a sweet nutty flavor and a creamy texture. She moaned appreciatively at the exquisite taste and lost the willpower to eat slowly: instead she sat forward and ate with gusto, slurping the pudding up happily and so passionately that she barely noticed when the waitress returned with Jack's coffee.
 
It couldn't last forever, though. The delicious treat steadily vanished into her hungry belly until it was gone. Still, she worked the spoon around inside the "dessert bowl" and scraped up every last drop she could find until there was absolutely no more.
 
The last bit she could find was a little dribble of pudding that had run down the side of Kitty's face: she bent down to kiss her former pet's cheek and lick the delicious substance up, then put the "lid" back on Kitty's now hollow head and sat back to look at it. The small submissive girl's soft, happy smile was still in place. She looked like she'd really enjoyed herself in the kitchen.
 
Mistress hoped she had. The result had been delicious to the very last drop.
 
"So, I've been thinking," she said as Jack finished his dessert. "Our game was a lot of fun, even if I lost. Wanna play a new one?"
 
Jack used a finger to scoop up the last drops of Isabella's brain pudding from inside the "bowl," and then licked it clean. "What do you have in mind?" he asked as he wiped his hands on a napkin. He placed the napkin inside Isabella's empty skull, then put the lid back on, sealing it inside like she was just a waste paper basket now.
 
"Well, I've never eaten my own daughter..." Mistress said, smiling at the casual act of degradation.
 
"You don't have any daughters," Jack pointed out.
 
"Not yet."
 
She leaned forward across the table and smirked as his eyes roamed hungrily over her body. "...So what do you say we put that big cock to work and breed me?"
 
Jack picked up his espresso and drank it in one movement, then set it down and smiled at her. "I think that sounds like a very fun game."
 
"I was hoping you'd say that. Of course... it'll take a while before they're ripe and ready to eat."
 
"About eighteen or nineteen years," he agreed.
 
"Want to spend those years with me? I'm sure we can find something fun to do while we wait..."
 
"I'd love that."
 
"Or maybe you'll claim your prize first and I'll be part of that big beautiful cock, hmm?"
 
"Maybe you will. Maybe I'll just Cock you one day without warning you. You'll never know when until it happens."
 
"So from now on, each time we have sex could be my last moment on Earth?" she bit her lip at the thought. "That... is really really hot."
 
"Although... it'd be a shame for those thighs of yours to go to waste..." he mused. "I'd definitely want to eat them first..."
 
"You're right, it would..." she agreed, and gave him a flirty smirk.
 
They smiled at each other. Then Jack turned, caught the waitress's eye, and mimed signing a check. The waitress nodded and went to get the bill.
 
They split it fifty-fifty, and Jack stood up. Like a gentleman, he helped Mistress stand and took her hand.
 
"Come on," he said. "Let's go have fun..."
 
THE END.