"IndifferentEmpath > Value Meal"
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Created on: Tuesday 26th of April 2016 10:47:26 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:36:44 AM UTC


Leslie was hungry. She still felt guilty about her big meal from the week before so she had stayed longer at the gym than usual. Her now trim figure showed the fruits of her labors, but she was tired, cranky and in desperate need of food. She briefly considered heading to the nearby supermarket to find something to bring home, but ultimately decided she needed something ready-to-eat. She just didn't have the patience for cooking tonight. As she walked down the street she passed several fast food joints and a few more traditional restaurants, but none struck her as being what she wanted. Then she saw it, The Doll House, that would work. She strode straight in, quickly remembering how much she had enjoyed her previous meals at the unique eatery. Booths lined the outer wall of the huge central room. In the center of the room was a much smaller one. Demarcated by four elaborately designed walls meant to resemble a traditional child's doll house. Within the pink and white facade lounged the restaurants prepared meals, a bevy of beautiful women.

Leslie was in a hurry, her stomach was groaning loudly by now, insisting it be fed. She considered just picking one of the girls she had had before, but decided to browse the entire box just to see if she fancied something different. Inside, the girls waved or smiled at her as she quickly appraised them. The Doll House worked on a slightly unusual payment system. You paid for the girl you wanted, she exits the box and joins you for a meal at one of the booths. The tricky part was the pricing. If you couldn't manage to completely swallow your meal in a half hour, you got nothing and your meal would return to the display to wait for a hungrier or more capable customer. Even if all you had left was a single hand or foot, you would be expected to cough up your whole dish. This was how the restaurant made its money. If they just sold out all their girls each day they would barely recoup overhead, but by forcing people to be savvy and pick meals they could actually eat they made a tidy penny on people whose eyes were bigger than their stomachs.

Which led to the pricing. Smaller girls actually cost more than larger ones. It was rare enough for people to be able to eat a whole human that they could afford to jack up the price on this luxury food. On top of that, you average customer was often only able to stomach people with small frames. The central square 'toy box' viewing section was divided into four triangular rooms, each furnished comfortably and viewable from one side of the display. It was fairly easy to see the pricing scheme as Leslie circled box, peering through the windows at the naked contents. Two of the rooms contained girls best be described as 'lolita' in figure. Professional adults or simply part-time high school students often worked here, eager to make some easy money. The lightest(and sold out) category weighed as little as eighty pounds and measured under five feet tall. They also cost three hundred dollars, a truly expensive treat. The girls quickly rose in size and decreased in price as Leslie browsed clockwise. Once the girls reached about one hundred and twenty pounds and anything over five foot four inches the price dropped to below two hundred dollars. Leslie recognized one girl she had eaten before from the third room and gave a small wave. She thought about simply ordering her again but decided she wanted to try something new. Though she had struggled to finish her last meal at The Doll House, she felt bigger, stronger and most importantly, hungrier than before.

She finally arrived at the fourth section where larger meals waited patiently. These girls, weighing over one hundred and fifty pounds and all over five feet seven inches tall were priced around and sometimes under one hundred dollars apiece. It was quite easy to see why they all looked a little exasperated. Multiple customers a day would give it their best effort to devour them and come up short, again and again. And each time they would have to shower off and get right back in the box. They were often a little envious of their more diminutive co-workers who usually got done with work many hours before they did. At any rate, some of the biggest and tallest were definitely outside even ravenous Leslie's range, but she thought she could try one from the smaller end of the big girl room.

There was actually quite a selection up here. While the smaller girls had been picked out long ago, it seemed nobody from the big case had been eaten today. Leslie scanned the crowded room. Filled with twelve girls lounging on chairs and sofas, they were unconcerned as Leslie's hungry eyes sized them each up. She had never eaten anything this big so she felt it best not to aim too high now. Narrowing her selection down to three of the smallest girls in the room, there was one blonde with a decidedly average figure, a brunette with extremely wide hips and a redhead with massive breasts. It seemed to be the standard dilemma, she could try the average blonde, or she could test her jaws and their ability to take in the massive redhead rack or broad brunette hips. The blonde was discarded first, being the most expensive item in the case as well as being very 'vanilla' she just wasn't right for Leslie's rumbling gut. Ultimately, the decision between hips and breasts was a simple one. You could squish and prod tits to fit, you couldn't really do the same with hips.

Standing in front of the vending interface she carefully fed her credit card into the device before double checking she had the right code for the redhead. Nothing worse than punching in the wrong combination and getting something you didn't want from a vending machine. The machine processed her payment and signaled the redhead that she was served. Rising from the plush couch, she walked to the wall before opening the flush door and exiting the box. Gathering her loose hair into a bunch she put it up in a ponytail as she walked over to Leslie, "Hello, my name is Alice, I hope you enjoy me!" She introduced herself as she stood at attention ready to please. Leslie reached out and cupped one of the redhead's pendulous breasts, giving it a slight squeeze as she appraised her purchase. She couldn't stop herself from drooling at this point, her stomach was primed and ready to stuff this beauty away as it signaled with a rumbling groan. Somehow the short deliberation had made her final choice all the more satisfying to her, this was exactly the girl she wanted to slide down her throat. “Gee, we better get me inside you fast, that sounds serious.” Alice quipped with a wry grin.

"Uh, hi, this way please." Leslie always felt a bit shy talking with her food. So she kept it short and lead her purchase to a corner booth a the back of the room. Seating herself, she gestured for the redhead to get up on the table. As Alice clambered up and settled onto her hands and knees, Leslie unbuttoned her pants and bra. It would be a tight fit one way or another, and the last thing she needed was to bust her bra or hold her pants up with one hand on the way home. She would have enough trouble lugging this massive meal in her gut without any extra juggling. Prepared to dine, she looked up at the redhead's cute and inquisitive face. "Um, turn around please, I like to eat feet first."

"Whatever way you want me." Her meal replied as she spun herself around on the tabletop. "You uh, sure you can handle something my size? The customer is always right and all that, but I'm kind of, bigger than you." It was true, Leslie was an inch or two shorter and maybe a few pounds lighter. Regardless, she was hungry and her meal patronizing her just put an extra edge on it.

"Don't worry about me, just try and get yourself on my hips and tits when I melt you down, okay?" Leslie grabbed a handful of the redhead's supple ass and squeezed it a little roughly.

"Well, I'll try and let my molecules know, but they don't like to take orders well." The redhead joked. She was used to this kind of treatment, she was professional food after all. She had already been bought and tasted by three others that afternoon, if this fourth customer failed to get her down she would probably be stuck in the box til the restaurant closed. Thinking about it, she decided she would humor her somewhat terse consumer, she had exhausted all conversation topics with her co-workers hours ago.

Leslie took hold of each of the redheads feet and moved to put them together. Alice helpfully closed her legs and bent forward, balancing her now narrower form by grasping the edge of the table. It wasn't very hard to make yourself hard to swallow. It was their job to be eaten, but many patrons were inexperienced which allowed the girls, larger meals especially, to sabotage the process if they felt like it. The Doll House was a somewhat novelty eatery after all so the extra challenge was seen as sporting by the regulars and just part of the custom by people seeking an exotic experience. But in this case she offered no resistance, instead bundling herself up tight and easy to swallow. She wasn't terribly optimistic about the buyer's capabilities, but would help her as best she could. As Leslie placed the redhead's bare soles in her mouth she closed her eyes, savoring the rich taste made all the better by her hunger. Still, for all her voracity the first five minutes were slow, she had barely made it to the redhead's knees and it was already getting harder to move over her.

Seeing Leslie's sluggish and slowing pace, Alice decided to do her utmost to help. "Uh, miss, there are complimentary condiments on the table, I think one of the oils might help with my dry skin. I've had to shower three times today, sorry." She reached over for one of the easy to squeeze bottles, this one marked olive oil. "Would you like me to apply this for you?"

Leslie wasn't keen on how the oil might change her meal's taste, but had to admit it seemed unlikely she would make the thirty minute deadline at the rate she was progressing and nodded agreement along with an affirmative noise mumbled around the legs stuck in her mouth. With a smile, Alice began squirting copious amounts of the amber liquid over her thighs, rubbing it in and leaving her skin smooth and slippery. She contemplated stopping there to see if her diner could even get her thighs down, but decided a show of confidence would help her customer's appetite and began to oil the rest of her curvaceous body.

For her part, Leslie noticed an immediate increase in the speed with which she was able to ingest her buxom meal. The redhead's thick thighs were now squeezing down her throat steadily as she began to climb the mountain of posterior perched in front of her. With the liberal coating of olive oil Alice could feel her butt slip inside her customer's ravenous mouth. The relentless, inch-by-inch assault continued for over a minute until finally, the summit of her ass was conquered. With the broadest part of her meal contained within her mouth and throat, Leslie paused to catch her breath and actually enjoy the taste for a moment. The oil had helped immensely, with twenty minutes remaining she had gotten half of her meal inside! The second half was of course going to be more difficult, but she was still far from satisfied and eagerly tasted the salty folds of her dinner's well lubricated pussy. Provoking a few small murmurs of pleasure from her prey, Leslie continued to suck the redhead's fat ass and quivering sex into her throat.

Alice meanwhile was thoroughly enjoying her favorite part of the job. Not every customer was willing to tease her the way Leslie was, many were in fact surprisingly prudish, demanding she wear undergarments so they would run no risk of 'sullying their meal with sexual escapades' as one particularly boorish woman had once described it. The surrounding taut, eager flesh and being slowly, inexorably sucked into the tight confines of a cocooning stomach was certainly an acquired taste, but Alice dearly loved the sensation and relished each customer's unique attack on her luscious body. She took good care of herself because she knew as she sat inside the faux doll house the right person would arrive at some hour and happily gobble her up. The anticipation of not knowing who would consume her that day always made her wet as she daydreamed about what new twist on being swallowed she would experience today. Her current diner's unique feature was simple yet fascinating to feel. Each 'bite' of her body was measured the same, Leslie never advanced more or less than her standard and exacting amount of forward progress. It was rather like being fed into a machine she thought, as her body slid backwards in steady increments. By now her feet and legs were well inside the stomach and Alice began to gently spread her legs and explore the slipper bag with her feet. It was important that there be enough space for the other half of herself when it arrived. Apart from wanting to be done, the most awkward part of her job was when a customer simply did not have enough space and she was up to her neck inside of them. The process of climbing back out was not pleasant for either party.

Leslie could feel her meal's massive tits on her lips. After the redhead's ass it had been easy, her toned abdomen was simple to swallow and delicious, thee salt of her skin had melded with the light oil to create a texture and flavor she had not before enjoyed. But now she had to collect herself at the base of the woman's breasts. Leslie could feel her meal squirming inside her stomach, at first it felt weird and unsettling, but gradually she realized the redhead was just stretching the space out for herself. She also realized how drastically their position had changed. Her meal still held herself up by the edge of the table, but Leslie herself had clambered onto the flat surface as she had consumed three quarters of her dinner and now sat back on her knees, allowing her to use both arms freely. They immediately gripped the redhead's giant hooters, provoking a few small gasps of pleasure from her meaty treat. With each swallow she pushed and squeezed the succulent breasts inside of her mouth, gaining ground very slow, but surely and inexorably. The lightly oiled breasts slithered over her lips before popping in her mouth and then snagging at her throat. As she gathered both jugs in her mouth, Leslie teased the erect nipples with her tongue, imagining the bright red buds as a pair of sweet cherries in her mouth. She felt a new sensation, the redhead's hips were inside her stomach now and the girl was using her lower body to pull herself down, into Leslie's tired throat. The huge tits squished together, straining to fit inside her esophagus. After a minute of failed attempts, the redhead looked over her shoulder at Leslie, their faces just inches apart now. "You could try sitting up and looking at the ceiling, let gravity help." Leslie tried to respond, or nod, but neither was an effective gesture with her mouth full so she just did what the redhead suggested.

It worked, very well. The moment she was vertical the redhead's resilient bosom slurped easily down her throat. So wide and relaxed was Leslie that the redhead's neck and head both vanished along with them. All that remained was a long red ponytail and her arms which were forced straight up and over her now absent head. Her meal gave her the 'OK' sign with her right hand and tugged her arms down and inside of her. As Alice squeezed into the stretchy stomach, Leslie began to recover from the strenuous meal. Relieved and full, Leslie glanced at the meal timer, seeing she had eight of her thirty minutes left, a very comfortable margin for such a large dinner. Lying back on the table she let her huge meal shift around inside her stomach as she relaxed, happy she had made it.

Inside, Alice settled in, tucking her knees up in front of herself and weaving her arms in between. She could tell her customer was on her back and set herself so that she would be head down if they stood up. The dizzy feeling of being upside down as she slowly asphyxiated always gave Alice the best sexual highs. As she waited for the customer to carry her home she gently played with herself as she adjusted to the tight confines. When her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could make out some of the pink folds of stomach wall and her own dark and supple body inches from her face. She could hear her host's heartbeat and the growing sense of togetherness as the stomach contracted around her own curves. At the same time, the skintight walls were releasing digestive fluid all over her which tingled ever so teasingly on her bare skin. She knew she would be unconscious long before they began to burn in earnest and merely enjoyed the chemical caress. She gently bit her lower lip as she rubbed her erogenous zones, keeping herself near the edge but far enough off that she would thoroughly enjoy the final buildup to her climax.

And then it was time. Leslie slowly swung her legs off the table before standing on wobbly feet. It was always rough adjusting to carrying the meal's weight. As she stood there she could feel the redhead's bulk shift downwards in her stomach a few inches as gravity acted upon the mass of meat. A gentle slosh and gurgling noise emanated from her full stomach as gas and liquid shifted inside. Leslie gently slapped what must be her meal's leg before rubbing her huge gut contentedly. She felt a huge burp coming on and let it build, releasing the massive and noisy exhaust, turning a few heads in the restaurant. She turned to show her thick profile, pleased and proud she had eaten someone so large. Leaving the restaurant, Leslie used both hands to cradle her stomach, allowing her to feel every movement her still very active meal made.

Inside, Alice was now submerged in bile, working furiously on her breasts and pussy as she slowly let herself suffocate. As always it felt amazing, the tight space, erotic scenario and experienced hands drove her oxygen deprived brain to a screaming orgasm. Muffled under the churning liquid, she nonetheless made sounds easily audible to Leslie, who had to brace herself against a wall outside as her meal spasmed and bucked in her ecstatic death throes. Having expired, Alice stopped moving, only a few final twitches as her body settled into the now simmering stomach soup. Outside, Leslie jiggled her big belly up and down. Hearing nothing apart from a gentle slosh and churn and detecting no movement, she began to walk home once more. "Seems you enjoyed that quite a bit." She spoke to the now motionless bulge in her stretched shirt. "Guess that's why people work there, they must love the job." Leslie mused as she burped again. "And all that it entails."