Regretful Meal of Melly Melf


Written by Septia.


“Oh Bebai finally it arrives, you want me to be wasting away out here?” The voice came from the outside, the sound of the smooth caramel drooping tones of the vocals brought attention to my senses as I felt the world crack open to a glimpse of light. I tried to shield my eyes. But felt a tug of a ton of gooey toffee hold me back- -Chrlrlrlpgghthhts- with a squeal of dragging moist clay through a garden of soft serve ice cream -Chhrlglpththsh-. The sensation brushed up my senses, as I peered to the side, seeing my arm-the light shed a gleam onto my arm, with broad gooey tethers of molten pastel yellow gloop webbing my arm back into contact into a wall of plush sponge above me. 
	“Oh, good, it is still moving.” A voice hummed in an uncertain tone. 
	I peered up, squinting through the light from the squared window of gaping in through the dusk of my world, and saw a figure take form in the silhouette of darkness. A towering figure, broad in a cylinder of dunes and curves along their frame. It shifted, leaned closer, features coming into focus: a smooth face jolly with smooth curves, framed in a drape of brunette dreadlocks, and their hue melding gently up out of the darkness, as if they rose from a pool of chocolate. Between squinting eyebrows that matching her skin laid eyes of gleaming yellow. “MMm, yeah, looks about right.” 
	“H-hello miss?” I spoke up.
	The figure shifted back. “Oh good, still talking, great. Uugh, maybe that was a mistake, could just do with shutting them up right away.”
	“Wh-wha? W-wait what are you, where am I?” 
	“Uuugh,” the woman groaned, “I do not have the fortitude to explain this hunk of food's place, what were you thinking Melly…?”
	“M-Melly? What is going on?” 
	The woman sighed, as the window of light parted fully, exposing my world to a glare of humming light bulbs and the thrumming of fluorescence. I glanced around, seeing my place laid bare. The cheese gumming me in place, the soft surface above, the scramble of moist tangle below me… All framed in a square of cardboard. I was in a burger carton, served up in a pair of buns, slathered in cheese, body weighed down in patches with a doughy batter gummed to my naked skin. Scrambled in place and squealed. “Whoa, wha-what is… why am I?” 
	“Uuuugghh,” Melly wheezed through her teeth and pinched the bridge of her nose, “you just, had, to get an unwilling, didn’t you Melly? You couldn't just let things go with the flow today?” 
	“What do you-?” 
	“Ok, look, basics over with: you’re food; specifically, my lunch; even more specifically, my burger. Your whole purpose is to be a tasty morsel for me to munch down on and let your body bubble away in my gut. Alright?”
	“Wh-what in. I…” 
	“Form proper sentences, my patience is wearing thin,” the woman grumbled. -Ghhbrbrlglgghshab- a loud gurgle rippled from the confines of her stomach, rippling under the black shirt above olive jeans, “and so is my gut’s.”
	“I… Why is this happening?” 
	“You're a meat, mid grade longpig. Bred for being food, that's your whole purpose.”
	“W-wh-hy h-how?”
	She sighed and swung her hand absent-mindedly. “You don't remember because, like a dummy, I said I wanted my meal unwilling, so they made sure you didn't remember, all those memories you feel are probably just implanted to make it more, authentic… like it even matters, when my gut's going to smelt you into a gem of meat slag.”
	“I, I can't believe it.”
	“Yeah, neither can I. I've had enough to deal with today already, I just wanted to quell my gut before I head on with the rest of this travesty.”
	“Please don't do this, just let me out I-.” 
	“And here we go, You asked for this Melly, why are you even giving it the time of day.”
	The woman sighed and reached into the burger carton, hoisting up the soft, pillowy, broad sandwich in both palms. Sauce drooled down your back, cheese displaced and smushed in her grasp to steamroll over your mortal coil in drooling dunes of molten cheddar, smothering over your head and clinging over your face as the birds nest of shredded salad beneath you crumbled in her grasp. 
	“Wait, p-please I-i.”
	“And what did I said about making coherent sentences, if you're gonna descend into a blubbering mess it might as well be while melting into blubber, bye-bye now.” 
	The world sank below me as I was hoisted upwards, brought up to eye level with Melly, her lips smacking. “That sauce does look good on you, probably gonna suck that off of your skin as you sink down, no offence but you're more of a delivery receptacle for all this greasy junk food, they better have remembered the pickles this time…” 
	“P-please, i-i will do any-.” 
	“I've wasted enough time, you'll do nothing but taste average and melt,” Melly ordered as her maw patted above me, trails of saliva extending between her jaws as she moved in over me, wolfing down in a gaping moan -Aaaauummfppfh-. 
	Darkness enveloped me, a humid embrace of callous gluttony sealing me in. I felt the structure of the burger bend and buckle under her teeth as they chomped through the soft padding, brought down into my back… Where they gently ground over the hull of my batter, gnawing and suckling up masticated chunks of fried breading, her moans echoing around my frame. 
	“Mmmnf oooh yeah that's better…” She mumbled.
	I felt suction warp her lips around me -Shhhrllrp- draining sauce and globules of molten cheese off of me to mold over my form and mash into the chyme of masticated sandwich ahead of me. -Gkkoummogh-. A stream of saliva and mulched sauce and carbs whirled around me down the gaping gullet at the end of Melly's mouth, watching the pharynx contract and rattle as it chugged down the meal stuff worming its way down her throat. Together with it, I moved closer and closer, to the end of the path to her stomach. Her teeth kneading into my back, through the battering and layers of buns, dairy, grease and excuses for salads, the suction drained me of grease and wiped me down in a shower of her saliva, pulling me closer, closer, until the majority of the burger had been ground up and chugged past me, and in the next gulp I felt myself moving out of the pressure from the grasp of her fingers. -Ghlllouusmp- -OOompgghsh- and in one of those gulps, I was jolted out of her clutches, and sunk down her neck. The flesh of her throat gaping around my form, clutching onto me in frantic tugs in between suckling down the chyme and sauce. Her gullet ballooning with my body, swelling, growing the bump in her throat like a protruding mushroom cap, her throat clutching around around my body like a drooping dewdrop, before the gulp sent me the remaining way down, a hefty glug -Gllunnks- that dunked me past the mammoth chest Melly was sporting, and into the forge of a gut billowing forth into her lap, swelling and bulldozing over her thighs in a bed of plump, womanly belly pudge… The stomach expanded visibly with my intrusion, distorted with my frame to a jostling jiggle of gellated chub -BBvvnnngsd-. 
	-BHhuuuraaaalllllp- A thick, noxious gale disturbed Melly's lips as it wedged it way through her maw, staining the air in a tinge of raw grease broiling away in her gut. “Phoooa, Ooh that's better, least those squirms of yours could be put to good use stirring up the junk in my gut, got a lot of future pudge in there just waiting to drain out my back end,” she said and grabbed a hold of the sides of her gut, shaking the flab and blubber so it rumbled with a grueling gurgle -Ghbrbrllghs- -Lghrbrghglsplah-. 
	Within the confines of her stomach, the fresh and old bolus were tossed and churned together in sluggish heaves, piling over my back as I was jostled and swung about within her frame, launched out of the swamp of gut porridge just to sink back into it -Chhrbglglpghtsh-. I brushed my palms up against the stomach lining, feeling the drooling surface warp and bend to my digits, but not giving, like a mire to which there was no bottom. 
	“Hh-help, wait, There's been some kind of mistake.” 
	“Mmggh. gmwmghuwb gmmgpsha.”
	“Uurgh, still chattering away like a lil' chipmunk, wish they could turn that off in the process as well.” Melly sighed and uncorked a bottle of bubbly, putting it to her lips and tilting looking at the roof, chugging down cheek filling mouthfuls of the fine carbonated alcohol as she leaned back in the fast food restaurant booth. 
	The streams of carbonation drizzled me from above, cutting through the dunes of cheese and actively melting breading, in a mixing of yeasts intermingling in the gloop, festering in the chamber of fermenting slop: a potbelly fermentation cauldron that I was corked into, melting and festering in the melting mush around me. 
	“Gluhhgl pmhaaa,” Melly groaned as she finished half the other half of the bottle, patting down over her abdomen and letting out a soft whistle, letting her play along the folds of the doming core of chub and brewing sludge. “Mmpfaha, prhe, alright, there from, oh good, still squirming away in there, don't make me order another one to shut you up for good, with enough pressure you'll give in to melt into mulch…” she said and grasped alongside her gut, watching my frame worming and pushing against the limits of her gut, struggling again the coursing churns and gurgles of her gut -Chhgglpsht-. 
	“Phaa… yeah, I only wanna hear you again when I'm blowing up my gal's bathroom tomorrow morn, Phaaa. Spent way long enough on you already.” she relinquished a soft sigh, leaning back to let her gut swell up -Bgbwnggnosh-. With a gentle pat and massage, she let out a carbonation fueled, guttural belch, pregnant with a reek of beer battered ham and pepper drenched wine, vibrating cheeks as it quaked out her gob between chugs of sparkling wine.
	-BBHhuggrruuauaaaaoooouuururaaaahlp-.