Ann sat there trembling, but not in fear as was the case for the four shrunken girls, who were standing stark naked on the disgustingly stained table, faces covered in confusion and tears as they stared up at the ginormous captor. And ginormous was right, both in size… and stature, as Ann was in a near orb like state, with fat flesh dripping down all her sides from every part of herself.
 
 
No, Ann was trembling with joy over the fact that her little pet had brought her more food and toys to brake, her puffy cheeks stretched into a crude smile as drool started to leak down the edge of her lips as she surveyed the tiny packets of living meat in front of her. The four girls all looked up at the round pink face of the bimbo looking ogre of lust, each of their faces in that of horror of emotional distress, as frustration and sadness clung to each girl.
 
 
Three out of the four present girls knew each other fairly well, with only one of the girls being the odd one out. Mika glanced up at the others, then glared up at Ann, gritting her teeth as tears trailed down her soft, flushed face. “What the fuck y-you bitch! What the fuck did you do to us?!” Mika screeched up at Ann, who snapped out of her blissful state of imagining all the things she would be able to do with her new “collection”.
 
 
“I-If this is about Akira, we promise we weren’t going to ask him on a date” the soft voice of Haru said, trembling as she slunk to her knees, Makoto rushing over to hug and protect her like that of a big sister. Ann, after letting out a belch that sounded like she had inhaled a fast-food places grease trap finally uttered some out-of-breath words. “Akira? What about him? Wait, you actually thought I was jealous of you girls?” Ann huffed in between trying to take some breaths and snickering “Why would I be jealous of you? And why would I need him when I have my loving pet?”
 
 
As if on cue, another raspy form of breathing joined Ann’s heavier set breaths. From the corner of the room, none of the girls had noticed, but there had been another living creature in the room, who had just crawled over to the living bean bag chair of a women. “F-Futaba?” Makoto asked, stuttering as skinny, filthy shut-in walked over and pressed her face into a roll of Anns thigh fat, huffing in the sweat and fumes that her mistress gave off.
 
 
Futaba was a ghastly form of what she had once been, with her hair giving off a sheen of grease, her clothes barely fitting, and her glasses and face giving off a horrifying shine that looked like the likes of something the other girls would glance whenever Futaba was reading one of her doujins off on missions. Like Ann, her breathing was horribly off, but for the exact opposite reason of her obese counterpart.
Ann patted Futaba on the head, earning a pleased whimper from the unwashed geek who started to rub herself against her Goddess’s bodily additions. “Let’s see… Who should we play with first~” Ann hummed, as she waggled her thick stick of an index finger over each of the traumatized girls. “Gosh, you all look so yummy! It’s going to be hard to cho- HARU!” Ann announced out of nowhere with glee, as she pointed directly at the fluffy haired upperclassmen whose eyes went wide, before she started to ball them out even harder, Makoto shifting her shielding body quickly in front of Ann’s few of Haru, who clutched her knees and kept whispering nonsensical words.
 
 
Mika and Shiho just stared at Ann then at Haru and Makoto, not even sure what to do except cower where they where, while Makoto screamed up at Ann. “Don’t you fucking touch her you sick fuck! We were your friends! Haru did nothing to you! None of us did!” Ann just playfully pouted as she started to reach for Haru. “You’re right, that’s what makes this even better!~” Ann chimed, as she, flicked Makoto off of Haru, trying her best to not do too much damage to her toy just yet.
 
 
Makoto was flung, in reality only a few inches away, but it felt like feet to her miniature form, her ribs cracked, but surprisingly not yet broken, as she sputtered and coughed, tears welling in her eyes as she gasped for breath, clinging her chest. Makoto looked up to see Haru begging please and forgiveness as Ann simply picked her up with ease like she would a pillbug. “H-Haru, I-I’m sorry…” Makoto coughed out, as she closed her eyes, the pain of not being able to protect her friend was too much on top of the physical pain she was feeling creaking up from her chest.
 
 
Meanwhile, Haru was scraping her fingernails desperately trying to break free of Ann’s sweaty, constricting hands that engulfed her. “A-Ann… Please, let me go?” Haru sniffled, her eyes red and stinging. Ann just smiled, and put her free plump finger up to her face in a faux-cutesy display. “Hmmm, I’ll think about it~” Ann said, acting as if she had to truly think about what her sadistic actions would be next. “Futaba, would you be a dear and grab the grinder please?~” Futaba shot up from the leg lard she was humping and making out with slowly, and nodded, before scampering a few feet away, grunting at the weight of the equipment she had just been tasked with picking up.
 
 
“G-Grinder?” Haru said, her voice taking on an even higher pitch than her usually soft voice took. The other girls froze turned as pale as Haru the moment Ann had said those haunting words: “Grinder”. Futaba grunted and whimpered as she carried the small, but undoubtedly heavy hand worked equipment over to the table where Ann was sat, and set it down with a thud and long sigh as she fell backwards onto, then into, Ann’s flab. “Good girl~” Ann complimented Futaba, who blushed and nuzzled her way into her bed of fat, as Ann patted her like the good girl she was.
 
 
All the girls except Haru, who was forcibly stuck forward looking at Ann’s blubbery face with bone breaking force, looked at the crude steel contraption that resided on the far side of the table. The grinder was exactly what they all feared it would be: a hand cranked meat grinder that was used to mince up sausage and burger…
 
 
“Gosh, after all this fun I have had so far, I am quite hungry, and Haru-” Ann looked down at the wide, moist eyed girl who stared back at her with a look of utter defeat “-Burgers sound quite yummy right now” Ann said, her tongue crossing over her lips, leaving a smear of drool in the tongues absence like a snail slowly crossing the sidewalk.
 
 
“W-Well Ann… M-Maybe if you help me get back to normal, I-I can get you, a-a-and Futaba ALL the burgers you want!” Haru shouted, a look of potential hope beaming across her otherwise broken face as a frantic smile shot from her lips. Ann smirked and poked her tongue slightly out of her mouth, putting her thumb and forefinger up to her mouth as if she was lost in thought once more. “Hmmm, but, that would take too much effort, and I have some fresh, scrumptious looking meat right here!” Ann said, trying her best not to giggle as she saw not only Haru turn paler than a sheet of paper, but saw the other girls just look up from Haru to Ann in nothing but silence, fearing for their own lives getting turned into burgers as well.
 
 
Makoto heard all that was being said, and tried to croak out a defense for Haru’s life of any kind, but the moment she did, she coughed out a splatter of red and recoiled back to clutching herself. Mika didn’t give a shit about the other three girls, she needed to figure out a plan to get out of the nightmare she was currently trapped in. Shiho simply sat down and sobbed, praying to whatever deity would listen that everything would be back to normal, and that Ann would realize what she was doing was wrong and put a stop to it.
 
 
That wish of Shiho’s wasn’t going to happen, ever quite frankly, as the next moment played out almost in stop motion to the captive audience. Ann moved her hand, and hovered Haru over the already heavily stained teeth of the machine, and opened her fat mit of a hand. The fall to Haru felt like it took forever, as she screamed her lungs out as she sped down to contact with the jagged pieces of metal, but only a couple seconds past, before her screams were cut off. All the other girls assumed the worst, but their eyes widened after they heard a quiet cough.
Haru’s left leg was jutted forward, with a clear break directly at her knee, with bone tearing through the underside. The force of the fall had also ruptured some of her internal organs, making her sputter as she cried her final tears. Ann slowly started to sit up with a huff, and Futaba noticed that her mistress needed assistance, and hurried behind Ann’s wall of fat on her back, and pushed as much as her toothpick sized arms would allow her. Futaba wasn’t much helped, but Ann finally managed to fully sit up, as she gasped for air after the process of moving herself.
 
 
“F-Futaba…” Ann stammered as she waved herself with her hand to cool her off “Yes my mistress?!” Futaba squealed as she started to wave her hands as best as she could to help Ann “Be a… Dear and please get under me… The sweat is starting to get to be a bit too much down there~” Ann giggled in between breaths, as Futaba did as she was told without another indication of command.
 
 
Futaba slowly dug her face down into Ann’s thighs and near her cunt, and started to make audible lapping noises, as she put as much force into her tongue as she could. Ann just bit her lip as her tits and stomach jiggled, slowly rolling over and covering Futaba’s head. “Ahhh~ Alright, I am getting really hungry now, let’s begin shall we?”
 
 
While Ann was being treated like royalty, Haru was just trying to ignore the pain her body was shooting all throughout her nerves, the injuries were bad enough, but the stinging from the crash to her head put her over the top. She wasn’t even able to scream after her lungs started to weaken. Haru just laid there, hoping the other girls would find a way to escape, hoping that even if she died, that her friends would-
 
 
But Haru’s thoughts and hopes were interrupted when the grinding sound of a crank pulled her back to reality. Ann had finally got a firm grip on the grinders handle, and started to turn it, a hungering smile creeping on her dripping face. Haru was in exactly the position the grinder needed her to be, so that her body was fed through feet down: and the next moment confirmed that she was indeed going to be the very food her family sold.
 
 
The first part of Haru to be processed was naturally her legs, with her feet getting absolutely shredded, and a horrible, inhuman cry finding its way out of Haru’s mouth. Makoto heard the scream and shot out her hand in a desperate, and incredibly futile last effort of hope for her friend “NO HARU!” She shouted, tears streaming down her face, but the crank and Ann’s panting just drowned out the shrieks of torment. Shiho covered her ears and eyes, not wanting to see the atrocity Ann was committing to another living human being, although to Ann, the cries of Haru were even lower than an animals: all she saw the girl as was meat for slaughter.
 
 
Haru used the last bit of energy she had to quickly move her hands and arms out of the way of the spinning blades, and all she could do is grit her teeth and scream, as her feet were first crushed by rollers, then fed through spinning and chopping blades. At the bottom of the grinder, a nice fresh stream of round, pink meat with the occasional flick of white trailed out, falling onto a paper plate with a wet splotch. Makoto’s screams stopped and she went silent as her hand moved to her mouth as she saw the gore cleanly filter through, the gore that once was Haru. But an annoyed grunt from Ann took Makoto’s gaze away from the meat to look at what had happened.
 
 
Ann was wheezing and gasping like someone suffering some sort of cardiac arrest, as her tongue luled out and her eyes grew bored. “Futaba…” Ann panted as she kept trying to work the machine, but was too physically tired, with bullet sized beads of sweat raining down all her visible skin, down into her folds. Futaba started to dig her way out of the stomach that had been leaking over her the moment she heard the desperate call for help, desperately trying to get to Ann’s aid. “What do you need mistress?” Futaba herself said, panting as she stabilized herself on a conveniently sagged over part of stomach flesh.
 
 
Ann just simply did her best to raise her free arm, and point to the pile of coiled pink of Haru’s lower half, then did her best to struggle her sagging hand to point to her mouth. Futaba immediately understood what the “beautiful” beast was trying to get across, and quickly grabbed a handful of minced Haru. The room was filled with the sound of tiny screams, and two different sets of panting, one of which was replaced with a wet, almost pig like sucking and snorting noise.
 
 
Ann was eating the meaty slop that Futaba shoveled into her large lips, Ann’s like tongue lapping over Futaba’s bonelike hand, engulfing it as well as the wet pink “patty”. Shiho and Mika just watched in Disgust, as Futaba climbed full onto Ann’s stomach and chest, a clear flow of sticky liquids dripping from Futaba’s crotch were mixing into Ann’s own perspiration. Ann’s eyes rolled to the sides, as she was lost in the feeding trance, as Futaba bit deeply into her own lip, tears rolling down her blushing cheeks as she felt her vary own flesh getting pealed off the bone of her hand along with Haru’s. While Futaba was jealous that she had to share her own flesh for her mistress with the other girls meat, she was still blessed with the skin covering her middle and pointer finger being torn off and swirled around before falling down the many chin covered throat.
 
 
Ann kept enjoying her slop, before swallowing the last little bit, a slightly “normaler” sight returned to her face as she sighed. Futaba pulled her mutilated hand out of the cavernous maw that had been tearing into it like the grinder, and looked at the damage Ann had done in wonder and awe. “T-Thank you mistress Ann… It it’s an honor” Futaba looked at the damaged nerves and clearly showing bone that was leaking blood. The only response Futaba got back for her thankfulness was an ear shattering guttural belch directly into her face, with flecks of skin and meat flicking onto Futaba’s even hotter face. Ann’s face was dull compared to how overly pleased Futaba look, as she soaked in the foul aroma of death, blood, and sin.
 
 
Without a second thought to the awestruck pet of hers, Ann simply shoved Futaba off herself with a quick push, Futaba falling back and bashing her head onto the leg of the table. Not even a whimper left her as she simply, with added wobble to her movement and shakiness to her hands, got back up and crawled over to where Ann’s ass cheeks started. Futaba proceed to crawl her way into what seemed to be miles of buttocks, almost completely disappearing except for the tips of her toes barely showing. Futaba knew that meat made Ann gassy, and she wanted to make sure any flatulence Ann might experience would be pleasurable and easy to pass, as she started to lick the stained and messy ring of Ann’s anus. Ann just purred at the feeling of Futaba’s rough tongue licking the insides and out of her asshole, as she let out a small puff of gas, which smelt purely of shit. Slight cracking From Futaba’s brittle bones simply were absorbed by the sound dampening fat of Ann’s rear.
 
 
Ann meanwhile turned her regaining attention back to the shivering Haru who had stopped screaming a few minutes previously, and was now just wide eyed and shaking as her eyes glazed over with a filter of pained bliss, her body starting to go cold as the blood loss got worse. “OH NO! MY MEAT IS GETTING COLD!” Ann shrieked as she saw the increasingly pale face of the tiny Haru. “Shit, I gotta get to work!” Ann said, reaching her flab back over to cranking position. Ann wrapped her mits around the crank, and started back up, pushing it forward.
 
 
The moment the gears started to turn again, Haru’s “life” was brought back to attention out of the comparatively peaceful shock she was letting consume her body. The crusher started to intake Haru’s stomach, and while it did, fifty percent of the girls organs were softened into the paste, while the rest were being clogged back up, being sent up her chest and throat. Haru started to choke on her own body’s inner workings, as her stomach and some of her upper intestines were jammed into her throat, she tried to gag through the tears as the her body was now just her breast upwards.
 
 
Haru simply tasted horrible pile and copper, and couldn’t even scream, as she felt her breasts slowly be took in by the device. Two loud squelching pops rang out and were heard by all the small girls, as Haru’s decently busty chest was flatted, causing fat necrosis to spray all over Haru’s face, as some of her organs were already being pushed out her mouth, and down her chin. Haru’s hands went limp, she just didn’t have the energy to lift them anymore, and the second she dropped them, cracking started to call out as her arms were turned into bone filled pancakes before the bone and flesh were minced.
 
 
Haru’s vision was finally starting to fade, death was finally blessing her as her chest was finally crushed, her head being the only remaining thing left in its original state. Haru couldn’t even see anything anymore, her eyes were too fogged over by the cold embrace of what was happening. And the next moment, things went dark permanently for the small empress of burgers, as her fate was sealed forever. Her head started to crack in, her lower jaw shattering, the pressure on her skull was far too great, as like an egg yolk, her skull cracked, brain matter and her eyes popping out, before getting fed through the machine. Haru Okumura was dead. She was the very thing her family profited from.
 
 
Makoto’s head fell in utter defeat at the same time the last little bit of the gory slime Haru produced coiled unevenly into the pile of entrails, tears forming burning trails down her once white cheeks. “You… You bitch!” Makoto screamed up at Ann as she did her best to get her footing back, all while wincing at the pings of pain her still throbbing ribs shot through her. Ann was nibbling at each handful of Haru she brought up to her lips, chewing on the meat like a dog would a scab, sucking on her fingers like she had just eaten a chicken. But the moment she heard the hate filled shout from Makoto, she pushed the last little bit of “burger” into her mouth, taking a deep swallow then, turning her attention to Makoto.
 
 
“Oh, Makoto, it’s you, did you say something?~ I thought I heard my ears burning~ OH!” Ann blushed deeply, Makoto at first thinking that the disgusting traitor under her asshole had licked a particularly pleasing spot, but that soon turned out to not be the case. It was far worse when Makoto heard Ann utter her next few words. “Oh! Did you want some of Haru too? Don’t tell me that you never thought that she didn’t seem tasty to you~ What with her fat and burger smell~” Ann smiled in a twisted farce of warmth and friendliness.
 
 
“W-What?! NO!” Makoto reeled in disgust and horror at even thinking another human being would taste good. “Awe, don’t worry, I’ll give you a sample~” Ann forcefully offered, as she pinched up a particularly pulpy bit of carnage. Makoto was covered in Ann’s shadow before Ann’s hand itself was even near her, but Makoto started to try her best to run away from Ann’s dripping fingers. Makoto didn’t make it very far, even in terms of distance to her shrunken self, before a wet, foul smelling force pushed into her back, painfully, and damply, pinned her to the ground on her chest, causing Makoto to cough and sputter as more pressure was put onto her injured chest.
 
 
“A-Ann, please… I don’t want to try any!” But Ann, naturally, was not listening. Instead, Ann did her best to roll makoto over with her index finger without splattering her like the bug she was. Ann wanted to have fun. “Come on Makoto, aaaaa~” Ann was rubbing her finger directly into Makoto’s face, the raw meat burning Makoto’s already inflamed eyes, as chunk were sinking into her eyes, nose, and worst of all: her mouth.
 
 
After one wrong poke, it only took a millisecond for the bridge of Makoto’s nose to shatter, its appearance flattening like a pugs. This caused Makoto to start gagging for air. Ann took this opportunity, with a grin that would make the Devil blush, to get a good lump of “food” into Makoto, like a mother victorious with their troublesome kid who wouldn't eat.
 
 
The taste, Makoto couldn’t describe it. She had eaten raw meat by accident before, and sushi and other sea food was something Makoto highly enjoyed… But this… Makoto’s brain couldn’t fully process the fact that what she was forcibly being fed, was once her friend, and worse: a living, breathing, human being. Makoto’s brain tried to defend the abominable horror by saying the taste was just stale salmon burger, but the taste of blood, hair, and God knows what else were too strong, and Makoto just started to heave.
 
 
Ann thought she was victorious for a second, happy that she had gotten Makoto to swallow so much, but the second she saw the insect trying to through up the contents of her stomach, Ann started to get red with anger, her breathing getting into a deep growl. “YOU CUNT!” Ann shouted, huffing fumes, her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. Ann did her best to not just slam her fist down onto the still upchucking Makoto. Ann’s anger subsided however, as a long, loud, flowy blast of gas streamed out between her moon sized asscheeks, covering Futaba, whose hips quivered as she was sent over the edge, shooting out a long strand of juices over Ann’s underside as she breathed in the deadly gasses as best as she could, feeling her entire face fester.
 
 
“Ooops~” Ann said, a sickly smile on her face as she grinned, her pure yellow teeth stained with pink markings of past gore that now filled her gums and molars. “Meat makes me-” Ann let out a belch that knocked over Makoto, even though there was a good deal of distance between them, Makoto feeling her skin start to itch as she scratched harshly at the burning sensation. “-gassy~” Ann blushed as she waved her hands quickly to cool herself down.
 
 
While Makoto’s torture was going on, the other two girls had simply devised the plan to run and hide as best as they could. Mika just stood defiantly glaring up at the beast, knowing full well that Ann was too stupid to hurt someone as beautiful as herself. Shiho however did her best to get away from Ann, finding a stained bright yellow and red crumpled up tissue that had taken its crusty toll a while ago, as she just held her breath, trying not to breath in the smell of lust radiating off the tissue, or the scent of shit that was wafting over from the gassy giantess.
 
 
Ann’s high from the pleasurable fart and Futaba shoving her face as far into the hole as she good, slowly washed away from Ann’s puffy face, and a look of anger returned. Without a word, Ann reached for Makoto, who, albeit in a bit stiffer pose, managed to put on a fighting stance, her fists at the ready to defend herself. Ann just giggled at the battered looking action-figure of a girl, as she ignored Makoto’s “defense” and grabbed her. Makoto started to let fist after fist fly as she repeatedly smashed her clenched fists into Ann’s seemingly invincible hand, as Ann just raised Makoto up to her face to observe the futile struggles.
 
 
Makoto just continued to punch and kick in the confines she was trapped in, Ann just giggling and blowing the odd belch here and there. “Hmmm, I wonder~” Ann licked her lips as she opened her palm, forming a sort of fleshy platform for Makoto to be stuck on. Makoto, after punching for the last minute and a half solid, started to slightly slow down, as she looked at her shaking fists, noticed that they were bloodily worn down to the knuckle, nigh a single percent of damage done to Ann’s leather hand fat. Makoto also noticed that her toes were bent in different directions, and blood was starting to trail from her equally devastated foot. Shock started to overcome the injured girl, and this is when Ann decided to strike with a beady smile.
 
 
“Awe, is little Makoto tired after that?~ Well, I hope you haven’t given up just yet~” Ann cooed, as she pointed her pointer finger directly down onto where Makoto laid, trying to collect herself. Slowly, Ann pressed down on Makoto, who put her hands and legs up in a tearful act of self-defense, doing her best to hold up the unimaginable weight of the single finger. “See Makoto? I am just as light and skinny as I always was~” Ann joked, as she increased the pressure and force, Makoto’s face puffing up with long, red breaths as a quiet cracking started to ring out. With a tearing sound, Makoto lost her mind, as her legs bent inwards with a snap, and her elbows tearing through the flesh and flapped to her sides, as Ann pushed down hard onto Makoto’s chest. After the impact with her chest, Makoto spat up a spray of red pile, her tears turning red as her eyes started to leak vital fluids. Ann pulled her newly moistened finger, and admired her brutalized handywork. Ann’s smile turned to a frown however after she noticed Makoto still twitching. “Aweee… My toy is broken… I liked the little message you gave me, and now crushing you would be too simple…” Ann looked heartbroken as she looked at the literally broken and bleeding Makoto, who was raspily breathing, her chest nearly caved in, as blood started to flood through the holes that her snapped ribs had made. Her arms were barely connected, and her legs were bent like toothpicks. Ann, without a further thought, simply flicked Makoto’s body onto the table. Within a second, Makoto was no more as she made impact right in front of Mika. Makoto’s body simply turned into a cloud of gore, only the basic outline of her flesh and body was left on the table, as fingers, scalp, eyes, teeth, and all matter of other parts of her splashed all over the wide eyed and shrieking and screaming Mika who dropped to her side and started thrashing around, as her entire front was affected by the splash zone. Ann just let out a little chuckle as she watched Makoto pop all over the “beauty queen”.
 
 
Ann started to lick the fluids Makoto hand been coughing up, and then turned her attention to the two remaining girls. “Aweee, that’s so cute that the two girls still here are the ones who are my closest BFF’s~” Ann chirped before realizing she didn’t see Shiho, a small twinge of a frown forming on her lips. “Shiho… Where are you Shiho?” Ann questioned, only seeing the still frozen, and dripping Mika. Shiho was shivering as she cowered behind the obscene tissue, holding her hands over her head. “Mika… Did you do anything to my little Shiho?” Ann asked, rising anger to her voice as the red Mika just shakily turned her head up in a look of confusion.
 
 
Shiho heard the anger in Ann’s question, and hoping that announcing her presence might be able to at least save the other girl from a painful death, Shiho did her best to show where she was. “Ooo there you are! Why are you hiding from me?” Ann whined as she picked up Shiho with a smile, Shiho just shaking like a scared dog as Ann breathed her horrid stench over the mousy and battered girl. “Awe, don’t be scared! I know, I have a place where you won’t get lost!” Shiho was about to try and ask Ann what she meant by that, but the immediate moment after Ann had spoken, Shiho was sped at sickening speeds down to Ann’s “navel”.
 
 
Navel wasn’t exactly the right word for the cavern like hole that was Ann’s belly button. Surrounded by literal mountains of fatty flesh, and leaking what appeared to be a waterfall of lint encrusted sweat, Shiho spat a little vomit out after she got a good look at what Ann was holding her in front of. “It’s nice and warm in there, and there are plenty of snacks if you get hungry!” Ann beamed, as without a moment of hesitation, She quickly shoved Shiho painfully in.
 
 
Thankfully outside of getting a bit battered and bruised, none of Shiho was broken upon the initial deep shove into the grotesque, surprisingly roomy entrapment. It was dark, nearly pitch black, as any light that shined in after Ann removed her fingers quickly vanished as the flesh closed on top of itself. Shiho could only tell that she was sitting in something sticky, warm, and awful smelling. Shiho shook, as she slowly tried to let her vision settle into the current setting, but as she tried to steady herself by standing, she stumbled, her hand hand slipping into something warm and pulpy. After just another moment, Shiho’s site slowly adapted to the darkness, and all she could do was scream as she saw what her hand was sunked up to her forearm in.
 
 
Girls and women had been disappearing from Shujin and the surrounding Tokyo area for months now, but no one could figure out the reason behind any of it, Shiho just had though. Like a rotten fruit, Shiho’s hand had ruptured the chest of the now long dead homeroom teacher of class 2-D: Sadayo Kawakami. Her face, or what was left of it, was stuck in a look of utter horror and pain, at least from what Shiho could gather from the chewed apart remains. Shiho yanked her hand out with a messy lurch, as she looked around, spying similarly ravaged bodies belonging to Ms. Chouno and Usami. The former missing her luscious tanned legs along with her scalp, and the latter with her stomach looking like it had been sucked out like a gym freak with a raw egg.
 
 
While Shiho screamed due to what happened to others, Mika was screaming at what was happening to herself. Ann held the doll like, albeit splatter covered, Mika, pinching her tightly as Mika thrashed. “Stay still you little bitch! I need you to stay still!” Ann snapped as she did her best to reach over to the far side of the table, and picked up something that made Mika pause for a moment, then thrash even harder.
 
 
Ann brought the rusty potato peeler up, clear stains and heavy use were apparent on the device, as Ann brought the sharp blade portion up to Mika’s leg. “Look Mika, I think we both know that I am more of a women out of the two of us…” Ann paused to wheeze and breath in as she sweated, both in excitement, and lack of energy. “-But really, you’re skin would look so much better on me~ I’m thinking if I can get my hands on a few of the other gals from the agency, that maybe I could make myself a matching bra and panty set!” Ann blushed and smiled, her multiple chins jiggling. “How does that sound?~”
 
 
“Ann… Look, you want the other girls? I can get everyone here for you right now! J-Just please, let me go, okay?” Mika pleaded, trying her best to save not only herself, but also manage to have her modeling career get a boost from the deal. Ann wasn’t even listening, her tongue lulling out of her mouth like the giant bitch she was as Futaba started to lick her womanhood. “Huh? Oh, sorry Mika, didn’t hear what you said, but I bet it was you agreeing, right?” Mika could only respond with a glare that turned into a shrill siren scream as Ann flicked the peeler down from her thigh to her heal, scraping some of the bone away as well. The piece of sliced flesh fell down to the table below, nerves and other parts of the leg that were left throbbing.
 
 
Ann frowned at the poorly done job she had just done, and lined up the tool again at a better angle on another, more fatty part of Mika’s slim, lovely cream colored leg. “FUCK!” Ann shouted out in anger as each time she tried to get a fine cut, she always cut out too large and crude a chunk. Each passing cut, less and less of Mika’s lower half was even left, just her sharpened leg bones that clacked and dangled down. Mika was just sobbing, begging Ann to just kill her, as Ann just pouted like a puppy who didn’t get their treat. “Awe, Mika… I told you not to thrash and kick so much… Now I don’t think I can use any of this for my panties... “ Ann looked down, tears swelling in her eyes as she picked up one of the skinned chunks and slowly put it into her mouth. “Oh well…” Ann muttered as she simply flicked the howling Mika into a round fruit bowl that was situated nearby.
 
 
Unlike Makoto, Mika surprisingly didn’t splatter into paste upon impact, her legs simply tearing off due to the bones being so weakened, and her arms shattering. But Mika was still alive. Ann noticed her struggling, and just frowned at her failed attempt at DIY, but then Ann remembered there are plenty more girls out there, and smiled to herself. Without further hesitation or need, Ann snorted loudly, pulling out all the flem and pile from her throat, and hocked a brown, minivan sized loogi at Mika. With a wet pop, the water hit Mika hard, as it pooled around her. Ann spat again, and again Mika struggling as not even her bubbles struggling for air could penetrate how thick the gunk was. Mika desperately struggled, but it was no use, as her eyes started to bug out, and her brain started to lose every brain cell it had left. Moments later, Mika’s body just stopped, her body clearly already taking on signs of bloating from the intake of what had just drowned her.
 
 
Shiho hadn’t stopped screaming since she had discovered the teachers bodies, in fact, her freakout had just gotten worse after she found the torn bloody remains of the rest of the volleyball and sports teams were what she had been laying in moments ago. Before Shiho could even sob about what happened to her friends, Ann’s fingers returned to take her out of the prison of a gut. Ann grabbed both Shiho, and Kawakami’s remains, pressing the corpse up against the shrill Shiho whose face was rubbing against the caved in, once attractive older womens face.
 
 
Shiho was almost completely blinded by the light as she was returned to the outside world, full on getting to see just how much Kawakami’s body had been destroyed. Ann pulled Shiho from the cakes body, and smiled at Shiho, as she popped Kawakami into her mouth, chewing loudly with her mouth open, eviscerating her snack into gooey, stretchy red before swallowing with a content sigh. “So Shiho, my best friend in the whole world, I am so happy you decided to stay here~” Ann smiled warmly at the traumatized girl. “Now, here is the deal sweetheart~ Just like Futaba, I want to keep you around since you’ve been so good to me, but, that doesn’t mean you get to slack off like you used to. No, the first responsibility you have, is cleaning your Goddesses teeth. Starting? NOW!” Ann giggled as shoved Shiho into her mouth, keeping her jaw open so Shiho could have some light source.
 
 
Shiho didn’t get to truly see how bad the inside of Ann’s mouth truly was until just now, and it was not only Shiho’s worst nightmare, but no dentist known to man could fix the set of teeth that were on display. Not only were they no longer white, even calling them yellow was generous. They were a horrid light brown, with pockets of bone and gore crushed and shoved into every available space. Ann’s gums were dark brown, with flesh that didn’t belong to herself tucked away. The smell was a mass grave, if the entirety of planet Earth was rotting, Shiho couldn’t take it anymore, and she just simply screamed.
 
 
Ann didn’t mind at first, enjoying the screams, but once she realized that Shiho wasn’t doing what she had been told, she started to get agitated, then turned to downright angry after the little girl just wouldn’t seem to shut up. Without a further care, Ann clamped down her jaw, snuffing out the girl, that moments ago she had just called her best friend.
 
 
Shiho exploded, putting Makoto’s demise to shame, as her entire body was pressed together by an infinite amount of force. Her body ruptured and popped like a balloon, her skull splitting cleanly in half, as her face shredded off, her eyeballs flying around before getting crushed as well. Shiho was simply compacted into the molar she had been standing on, just another stain inside of Ann’s mouth to be forgotten about like any other meal.
 
 
Ann swallowed whatever she could, then let out a belch as she patted her tummy. “Futaba, today was a lot of fun… You were a very good girl for bringing me such fun toys!~ However, I think we need to up the count next time, Haru just wasn’t filling enough~” Ann hummed farting as she played with her tits, and had her pet work diligently at both planning the girls night, and cleaning her Goddesses asshole, glad to be serving such an amazing women. Ann just drifted off to sleep, imagining herself as a giant, eating and killing all the pathetic humans. A smile crossed her face as she let out one final sleepy burp.