Spice

Le Marquis 2013

It was Sunday, the last day of her vacation. Dressed in an inconspicuous way, with her copper-blond hair tied into a ponytail and thick framed specks on the nose, Molly entered her favourite restaurant. With fife foot four she was a common tall woman, and having a cute round face she looked like a 16 years old girl.

Taking a secluded place she was greeted by the friendly waiter asking for her order. And shortly inspecting the menu she said: “I take a glass of water, a hamburger, a small salad and some of your special spice.” By saying this her mouth visibly was watering.

Impatiently waiting Molly fluffed the right leg, occasionally taking a sip of water to solace her grumbling stomach. The tension in the air somehow felt like seconds before feeding lions. And fortunately for the waiter, so to say, it took only ten minutes to bring out the dish.

The young lady immediately raised the top of the burger, placed side by side two pieces of spice upon the hot flesh, added some droplets of ketchup and took the whole thing with both hands. Greedily exposing white teeth she pressed the burger between her jaws; chomping, munching and gulping like an animal. And one or two minutes later she sucked on her fingertips.

Nobody was looking sternly or grumbling, because that's the common way to consume fast-food. And since she was busy the whole day at the mall, completely forgetting to eat something, table manners were less important.

More ladylike now she spiced her salad with seven of the remaining eight morsels, pierced one with the fork and hoisted a load of vegetables into her vast mouth. It was like watching a junk press engulfing an old car!

Normally she not even thought of sparing one piece. But this time was different because of it's untypical behaviour, what caught her interest. If the waiter would have noticed it, the annoying thing immediately would've been replaced by two or more others, what meant to end between the jaws of the cook. But he was busy on another table.

Usually these mouth-watering ingredients kept polite and still. They were solicitous to enhance the women's appetite and act like some kind of dietary fibre supporting the digestion, especially when dished late in the evening. But they surely weren't allowed to disturb the guests. And this special one even had the unspeakable brazenness to shout: “Molly, it's me!”

The two inch tall boor was completely shaved and yummy pink as if sunbathing too long. Knelt down in the small basket near her glass of water he went completely unnoticed while the stunning redhead unhurriedly finished munching her salad including his docile comrades. He heard the crunching of greens, flesh and bones and sometimes a muffled cry, sending shivers down his spine.

Once all was inside the now satisfied chamber somewhere under the knitted pullover, she cleaned her deadly teeth with a sip of water, dabbed elegantly her rosy lips and asked in a gentle manner: “Now tell me, Steven, how come you turned into one of this establishment's most famous specialities? Either you are a criminal convicted to death or you sacrificed yourself. Expecting the last I have to ask sternly: Is this the meaning of your live, to become an insignificant tiny piece of my dinner?”

Feeling uncovered he blushed and replied: “Not especially because of you! Well, I couldn't get the 'job' I was born for since my body isn't strong enough. And so I desperately decided to fulfil another fantasy of mine, hopeful to vanish between the severe looking lips of an adorable strong businesswoman.”

Clearing her throat she said: “Sounds like you're a masochist!” And hasty he went on: “But now that I'm served and watched you chew up men as thoughtless as slices of tomatoes, I'm definitely cured. And I thank you for the chance to tell you the change of my mind.

By the way, how can you talk about most famous specialities and call me insignificant?” – “You cheeky lubber already know what I mean!” she snarled sternly.

Examining him from the top down alike a brat Molly scoffed: “And now you smart guy pin your hopes on the gastronomic norm, never to bring out the same dish twice – huh? Don't forget, they have a cat!

How long do we know each other right now? Well, we got enrolled to primary school together, sat in the same classes and you had a big crush on me. We spent the whole childhood together. So don't you think that's quite enough for knowing me better?

Even as a kid I always was a realist. And the current reality says: you are a bite-sized piece of flesh, juicy, healthy and adapted especially on a woman's taste. These are undeniable facts!

Despite my crush I still have on you, times have changed. Not seldom these days love literally goes through the stomach. So how on earth can you assume to be save?”

Ogling his trembling body she offered a calming warm smile, waited a while and said: “So, what's up? Don't be shy and tell your old friend, in which way you want to be savoured. I can chomp you into pieces like a chocolate bar or grind your whole body thoroughly with those immaculate molars of mine. Or do you prefer to become smeared to the palate by a merciless strong tongue? I assume, you aren't much stronger than liver sausage.

To me the last would be best, because so I'd get the most of your delicious aroma. And while your bones crack one by one, you could do me a favour by screaming down the abyss, telling my stomach to produce a little more acid. So it wouldn't take unnecessary long to fluidify the squeezed out remains sticking to my tongue. Sounds sexy? Well then, I'm waiting for your decision!”

The tiny man knelt in his basket like praying, not saying a word or doing anything he would regret. The slightest wink could set the sadistic redhead in motion to fulfil a mortal desire that wasn't his anymore. Apart from that a girl styled like a bookworm definitely wasn't attractive enough to die for!

So after a while she pouted: “Sorry; I forgot that you adore well dressed business chicks with shiny red lips! – What about these dickheads hanging around with you? If I remember right, their names are Marc and Oliver. Did they become edibles too?”

Lowering hist head the shrimp said: “They got convicted because of shop lifting and we passed the objectifying process together. Mark and me were served the same time tonight.” She burped silently: “Oops, did I devour this 'slice of tomato' with my burger?”

“No, his live ended over there” he replied, pointing at the next table, where a lonesome blond girl, known by every regular as the chief's daughter, was busy with her crayons. And shaking her head Molly muttered with a broad grin: “Always a roughneck, and now dominated and eaten by a kid – how humiliating!”

Nosy she asked about the other one and listened to an interesting report. Her friend said: “Oliver wasn't dished because of the unbelievable coincidence ending at the workplace of his wife Tina. I observed the event from a shelve on the kitchen wall.

While warming up a speciality called Gene Pool she fished her man out of the stock pot, disdainful examining his weak body stuck to the big wooden spoon. Unfortunately he was conscious enough to see the woman he battered over years enjoy the most satisfying minute of her live. And as always he scolded her.

So happened what was planed from the very first. Tina slurped the puddle of creamy soup from the spoon, tasted it contemplative and abused my friend to add some seasoning. She humiliated him a little more by smacking in short intervals until their relationship ended with an inaudible heave behind her white chin. At least he wasn't eaten by his beloved daughter!”

Mentioning Steven's last words she meant: “What you say is illogical, because he went down the esophagus alive. And when women aren't really hungry, this way to heaven turns out to be extreme painful. At the table over there he would have been munched up in a jiffy with French fries. By the way, the speciality you mentioned is one of my favourites too!”

Yes, from this point of view Molly was right, albeit he doubted that in a woman's stomach one could survive longer than a minute or two.

 Thereafter she winked for the waiter, paid the bill and asked for an extra napkin to wrap around the “dessert”. So Steven disappeared in her dark handbag containing tampons and a lipstick of his size. Engulfed by a woman's privacy as never before the tiny man realised to be hers like all these items. It was a strange feeling creating dirty fantasies!

Overhearing their conversation the astonished man, old enough to be her father, asked: “Well, I don't want to interfere your live, but are you really going to eat your former classmate? Most girls detecting friends keep them as pets or toys.” And puzzled she answered: “Yes, of course! But first this bold thing needs a little lesson in the matter of appearance and reality.” Meant was the way he saw her because of her outfit.

15 minutes later the helpless worm squatted in the middle of her living room, trapped in a matching small cage. And his former sweetheart, always known as a wallflower, went busy in her bedroom, preparing his lesson!

There was gray carpet all around him, stretched out like the open sea. On one far wall he saw a white couch and a low glass-top table. Opposite of it was a flat screen screwed to the wall and behind him a wide cupboard with shelves going up to the ceiling. All seemed so familiar and yet so strange enormous!

Saying enormous – the most intriguing of all was doubtlessly his school crush. When she came back, the ground trembled and his knees turned into pudding. To begin at the top, her straight red hair was hanging around the shoulders, reaching down to the midriff. Ogling her from behind could cause serious danger when riding a bicycle!

Again she wore spectacles, but now with big glasses instead of big black frames. These frames were golden and elegantly shaped. And seven foot under them he saw the most tempting lips on earth, showing a semi gloss dark red.

Wandering further down to the objects of his true desire he passed a white blouse, a cravat, a charcoal coloured jacket with fine pinstripes and matching wide trousers engulfing two-thirds of the slim stilts convulsing the ground. To him this woman was as tall as a skyscraper!

Now he reached the sweetest nightmare of his live. Nothing let salute his tiny member faster than feet in open pumps! This definitely was a relict of watching his teacher walk around the class.

With the same pleasure like then his eyes scanned the half forefront of Molly's big toe and it's bent down neighbour, tautly caressed by fine fawn mashes giving those hard toes a treacherous smooth and cute look.

As a kid he dreamt to be inserted in the sole of his stunning blond teacher's pumps. She pushed up his head, pressed his face in the opening, fixed it and used him as the absent toe-cap, pricking him with long nails, one forced into his mouth and the other pointing to his forehead.

Since it was supposed to be a punishment, he heard his classmates laugh about him. And like all shoe tips his head sometimes crashed into a table leg or hit the linoleum covered floor underneath her chair.

Shaking off that memory he again concentrated on the real goddess ahead. Eight feet behind these eye-catchers, where the sole began to direct upwards, the foot was wider than two of him in a row. This fascinated him most! And ten feet further came the most disturbing pressure point, clearly to be seen as his cage now stood right under the arch of her right shoe.

The carpet in front of him creaked under the fife inch long stiletto-like leather heel, forced down by a 21 years old giant. He couldn't believe the tower ahead really was the same person he'd grown up with! In a view minutes she transformed herself into the will-breaking business lady of his dreams. Now he was hers with body and soul!

Detecting what caught his eyes, Molly slowly walked around the cage, sometimes hovering the second toe a little to give him a glimpse of the dark room behind it, to him the world he wished to live in. And this small gap brought out a strong cheese-like smell, normally hurting every minuscule nose. But to her surprise he crouched down, protruded his face and snuffled like an idiot. It amused her!

The next thrill he got by her raising the leg, knowing very well, the cage was much to weak to protect him from a destroying stomp. In an instant she could press all flat like a stamp!

Suicidally he laid down on his back, stroked his dick and looked 50 foot upwards under the black triangular sole of her slowly descending shoe. The smooth surface was old enough to visualize the outlines of the painful adorable foot upon it, causing him to melt like hot cheese.

In seconds his brain created images of himself rolled flat and abused as a self healing replacement for those thin sheets of rubber a cobbler normally glued to the leather. And as he watched the black tip of the slender heel, he imagined to be nailed to it as a shock-absorber. With drumming heartbeat he almost could feel the force from above and the rough pavement scratching his back while silencing the shrill stepping sound a little.

Finally her shoe touched the lid, teasing him with a scratching twist like turning out a cigarette. And as the thin bars began to bend round, his arousal was replaced by fear.

Then again both pumps stood on the ground, facing him with long red nails, two bulging the sides of the small peep-toes and two stabbing the soles. He almost went insane. And suddenly the cage flew up in the air. “Was that all?” he thought disappointed.

Placing him atop the table the queen of all bombshells said: “Now it's no longer a secret, which 'job' you dreamt of – isn't it? And this confirms the initial picture I got from you over the years. Boy, you are worse than submissive! You're a dirty little masochistic foot fetishist. Yes, that's you are! But I can't blame you, because we women need those perverts.

I think I have to tell you something about female feet and their 'lovers', because the most longing for this line of slave industry are completely clueless. They neither know what they become nor anything about their usage in the big female fashion world. Or do you know the main problem these nice models on the catwalk solve with shrunken men? It's not the hurt the ball of the foot has to endure!”

Shrugging Steven said: “To be honest; not really! But it sounds alluring.”

 Now Molly let him out of his small prison, set him gently in front of her right foot and spoke: “Imagine, your dream came true and today I bought you in a shoe store. What do you think would happen right now? For the sake of convenience I let you see it with your own eyes!”

Pulling out her nylon glad foot she gave him the order to climb in. Steven, small enough to fit through the peep-toe, entered an astonishingly wide cavern with deep imprints along the wall and a much deeper indentation in the back. And though it's been worn a short time, the surface was slippery wet.

Enfeebled he got down on his hands and knees and thought: “To use men of my size as some kind of gel-wear she would have to buy six for each shoe. And they would cushion only the bone-crushing balls of her feet.” Yes, her dimensions really turned him on!

Suddenly her finger approached from the sky, forced it's long nail into the sole and peeled out a slim pad from the middle, consisting of cellular rubber and a sheet of leather atop. And it revealed a cuddly lined cavity.

The head side, facing the imprints of the second and third toe, ended in the embossed center of the nearly triangular floor. The the rear end was slim and doubtlessly made for the legs. It reached up nearly a third of the aslope sole and was at the end a little deeper to absorb heels.

The cavity was made for bigger slaves called Gentle-Soles and offered an anatomical favourable position with the hip in the bending line of the shoe. So the mangling roll over didn't break any bone and they even endured the painful genuflecting in front of a low file drawer. Yes, this was doubtlessly a shoe for office women!

Curious about what Molly really had in store for him, he climbed the 60° steep sole until his head was above the shiny black leather roof. Preferably he'd spent the night in the soft cavity because of the erotic smell. Most men would have called it disgusting and suffocating, and the mouldily stench truly burned the eyes. But better to die under glowing hot toes instead of between lacerating teeth!

From high above the beautiful giantess watched his bumbling movements and said: “Now you could see, what's the main duty of living insoles! While walking, their faces glide up and down the second toe crevice and absorb the annoying cheese. And believe me, that's far from paradise. It's hell on earth and even worse when bought by me!

I'm in the mood to play a little game. Pretend you are this kind of care product, right now carried home in my shopping-bag. Clueless as every new insole you stick your head out of the shoe, listening to some introductions. And these are always the same. Are you ready?”

After that Molly stood up, towered over him with her hands in the hips and spoke as dominant as never before: “From now on you're forced to sniff up my foot odour ten hour a day at the office. And on the weekend we spend some quality time at the mall, most likely in my high heeled fashion boots. Why boots? Well, for breaking in fresh men you need three things – heat, sour sweat and plenty of time in the city. Saturdays I go shopping and Sundays are the days for museums or a walk in the woods. And every evening you change from the street shoe in a slipper. My house shoes are comfortable fluffy mules and only three inches high.

Here I stop my little role playing. I hope you enjoyed it as well as the guys from the discounter!

To be honest, I didn't overact a bit. To me human insoles are nothing but useful things. They have to sacrifice their lives to my classy toes, silently on their own and without annoying me by moving their legs. And I think it's unnecessary to mention that soles can't expect to be spoken to, let alone to receive any praise. I wear them like their inanimate buddies. Now I ask you seriously: Is this the kind of live you dreamt of?”

Looking up with childlike naive eyes he began to grin and replied: “This is my past and present dream. I can't await to become your foot slave!”

With a sigh Molly demanded to come out of her shoe and lay down outstretched on the carpet. After he did, she hovered her nylon glad foot over him, brought up the arch and let her toes horizontally float above his head. By doing this she exposed his one and only paradise as much as possible and coated him in an invisible fog revealing her most embarrassing secret. Molly owned extremely cheesy feet!

He only had eyes for the two long girders in the middle, corpulent like his chest and strong beyond limits. And the shallow shell her toes formed was emitting unbearable heat, growing with every inch they descended!

Ready to be stomped by this big adult foot, he pulled in his stomach to support his goddess' task. And as her callused skin touched his dick, he became slightly smothered by the fine moist fabric of the stocking. Thereafter the tree trunks he was watching pressed down each side of his face with hard joint capsules. Luckily he slipped between them since the weight of her foot was more than sufficient to pop his head.

Now Steven's imagination of a slow gruesome death in her shoe became more substantive because of the ten or more times amplified stench causing a little headache. Outside the leather, served fresh and warm from it's source, it was far from pleasant mouldily but a little like vinegar.

Now the goddess arched her toes and pulled the ball of the foot further on his chest until it hit the chin. This way she brought his face to the place where it would have been after an accurate installation in the cavern of her shoe. Though his nose was smaller she could feel it touch the creamy end of her log second toe-crevice. And to her it felt good.

Again she pressed her toes outstretched down, possessively engulfing the worm a little more. And sinking into the carpet's fibres he inhaled nothing but hot greasy steam. Only half an inch further from his previous position he endured the worst foot odour her sexy toes actually had to offer.

But this certainly wasn't what she talked about, because he suffered far away from the shoe. And even the stench in this shoe could not be called worst, because when she was like his sister, she possessed a lot of shoes. There would be a variety of sandals, mules, pumps, bootees, longer boots, surely over-knee boots too and maybe some with laces building a firm gas-tight fit. And to be worn in them with reinforced nylons or woollen stockings the whole day at work... Yes, that would be worst!

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After several minutes she released the half gassed worm and asked again, if he really would abandon himself to such a live, which easily could last some years.

How should he answer? Though having goosebumps thinking about the truthfulness of his recent vision, the already doomed guy gazed up at her white face and nodded, puzzling her once more. She never ever had had an insole not screaming and snivelling like a baby!

First it was only a feeling, but meanwhile his fix idea grew up to the steadfast conviction that he was made for nothing else; as if Molly's mother bought him for her daughter's feet right after his birth.

Overhearing that nonsense she laughed: “It surely sounds very enticing, but I remember hearing something like 'not strong enough'. Sorry, but that's what you said!

Apart from this I really cannot understand your problem with me eating you. Well, didn't I reveal myself as one of the ladies you dreamt about? I'm a forensic psychiatrist at the local court, have my own office and subordinates. Over there on the wall you can see my diploma. And the sexy cloths I wear right now are my ordinary work outfit. What more do you want? To die for my benefits is a privilege!”

Steven watched her with big eyes! This edition of the sweet copper-head definitely wasn't the girl he knew from school. Her sweet round face with it's freckles reminded on the old Molly, but her lips had an irrepealable feminine, somehow authoritarian aura similar to the stern mouth shape of his mother. He felt so powerless as if she was 36 and he a six years old brat. So, what else could he do as to throw in the towel?

Now that he at last was broken, she put him on the tabletop, picked some carpet fibres from his sore back and said: “Here you can walk around for a while and show me your nakedness to force up my appetite. I know, you hunks are trained to do so. And when my mouth is watering that way that I'm constantly forced to swallow, then it's what? Time for the scaffold? No, I call it 'supper time'. Sounds much funnier, don't you think? Supper means smacking on you with foaming white saliva. Disgusting for the meal and delicious for me, ha-ha!

But what will tomorrow bring? Let me think about how to use the easy to absorb nutrients. Well, either I jog a little, burning you up in my legs, or I allow my body to store you right here.” Saying this she kneaded the flabs over her sexy wide hips. And a moment later she meant: “Since we are friend up from the sandpit, I want to keep you for a while.”

Speechless the naked morsel settled on the cold glass, feeling betrayed by his always hard manhood, which began throbbing while he watched her leave the room. And a minute later he heard with goosebumps the scrubbing of a toothbrush. His mistress really made her deadly mouth more receptive for the various tastes he contained!

Green with envy his eyes followed her cheesy feet dance over to the couch, swinging sexy with the angles and making alluring stepping sounds. Automatically his mouth was watering in despair preparation of washing out the same toe-crevice he'd been tortured with for ten or fifteen minutes. He really fell in love for her right foot and shrieked by noticing it. How could a man sink so deep?

Going back he analysed the crush he had on Molly and found out how small his brain always has been, because at school he on purpose sat one row behind her, not watching the girl. No, he only watched the innocent movements of her sweet feet! Well, from that point of view it was not so much her as his own dump brain utilising him.

Her right foot-bed again was sealed with the slave-dummy. And rubbing his nose he even felt sorry for this inanimate thing, using some nonchalant words.

Overhearing his bubbling Molly felt offended. But as a very good psychologist she immediately scanned his mind and recognised an attempt to change future by using provocations addressed to her feet. In this way she should be forced to show him he was wrong, what would have brought him inside the masochist's paradise hitting the floor. Yes, he was smart, but not smart enough for her!

Steven's lust was like a weapon longing to be used right now. So she said: “While I walk to the kitchen you can watch them once more and pretend to be a replacement for my enclosed office pumps, because one guy in them has suffered to death. Dream a little, my friend, because your imaginations don't even touch reality. You want to know why?

1. I only did tread you in the carpet, so at least you got enough oxygen.

2. Commercial insoles have a sense of smell twice as strong as yours.

3. For my needs these products must be ten times more sensitive.

Well, when I buy a set of common Gentle-Soles, each one immediately receives four injections increasing their absorbency. And when the potion has finished changing the nasal mucosa, they have to endure an odour twenty-fold stronger as you have met down there. That's an inevitable side effect! In shoes they naturally suffer much more, especially at the beginning, because I prefer to wear in fresh soles rigorously with high heeled boots.

And now, since you know what would be in store, you can enjoy your little pervy dream!”

This time his main attention was paid to groaning planks beneath the carpet and rattling cabinet doors when she walked past the cupboard. 140 pounds aren't too much for a woman of her age and frame. But to him, shrunken from fife foot ten to two inches, Molly weighed unbearable 3000 tons!

When she finally came back he examined her swinging hips and whispered depressed: “And this gargantuan body has to consume tons of food every day!”

The fact that he'd been a part of this gigantic world didn't matter anymore. He was small and felt even smaller when considering his near fate. From her point of view he couldn't be much more than an appetizer. She didn't really need his nutrients and could easily save his live. And this point made it most abasing!

Now taking a bath in lemon juice in front of his first great love he observed all movements her full red lips made, while she seemingly didn't notice his presence.

Beside the flat bowl she placed a teaspoon containing a red paste which brought up memories of the day's first nightmare. It was the same hot chili stuff the gruesome cook pressed down his throat until coming out the other end. Tina had filled him like a Christmas goose. And since it settled a bit, it was his duty now to refill the upper gastric system to become full spicy again. So there was little hope to get sucked and squeezed to death only by her muscular tongue.

Both of them had been six years old when they met. To him she first was like a sister and then the love of his life. They lived in the same apartment building, made their homework together and celebrated funny doctor-games. Seen from this angle she was right by saying, he should know her better.

And now? Despite all these years she heartlessly turned him into TV dinner or rather a small snack. It was nearly as depressing as his buddy's journey down the rosy abyss of this cute little girl, the more so as Marc has been her godfather!

Unfortunately they watched the new Gourmantess-Channel where amongst other things little men became fried, cooked, baked-in or nicely placed on cream cakes. He saw youth and adult people on buttered bread, in cut open rolls and as goulash on a pile of noodles. And much of the so called gourmantesses were cute pupils.

Of course, looking the other direction wasn't better, because the smiles of his mistress exposed snow white axes as big as plates.

Steven had less time compared to a normal life, but plenty of time to explore his mental limits. He was stupid to assign himself to this firm where the pretty blonde cook got her special foodstuff from, though he didn't went out unpaid. Since every shrinking of a volunteer as well was valuable for science, he got enough money for his sister's new car. And this brought him back to the restaurant. With a shiver he now mentioned the ironic possibility, his sister celebrating her sudden liquidity right there.

The young man only had had any foreign secretary in mind, using her short break time for a fast in-between meal. He didn't consider the strange feelings to be eaten by a relative or someone he desired like this beautiful white skinned redhead. Looking up to her shiny blue eye, these innocent big windows to her soul, he'd rather fucked her!

Steven not only felt sorry for having such a short live, but also for the wasted possibilities the shrinking offered. There truly was only one commercial usage saving the slave's lives over some years. But he had to admit that nothing was more attractive than the high heeled pumps of a stylish young woman, even with toxic cheesy feet.

If he'd managed the market, it would have more to offer. As a child he had a lot prepubertal dreams including stars, women from magazines or common people like his stunning teacher. Mostly he vanished in shoes as an insole or a toe-ring etc. But sometimes he was forced to crawl inside a dildo of acrylic glass, or a witch transformed him into a tampon or a fever-reducing suppository. And during those doctor-games with Molly he got the idea to sit in a submarine the size of a pill-cam, playing internist.

Suddenly he was cut out of his dreams by seeing the red skin-folds high above pulsate in the same way like hours ago, holding back an increasing amount of spittle. And the following big gulp caused him to shout: “No, not yet!” Winking and clicking perky with the tongue she responded: “Oh yes, soon!”

The following minutes he learned to fear the sound of a rumpling human larynx. Any time she could gobble him up! And minutes at last shrank down to seconds as she gently told him to dive in the juice once more.

Finally she grabbed him with three long fingernails, brought him up to her mouth and whispered: “So, my luscious friend, time zero has come!

By the way, you didn't answer my question. Do you want to be bruised between molars or am I allowed to squash you slowly between tongue and hard palate? In both cases I first afford you the pleasure to get sucked like a goody. Sounds good?

Don't be modest – you only have one life to offer! And if there is an other idea in your pea-brain, except of swallowing whole, tell it to me. I have bread, noodles, rice, instant soups and a left-over piece of cake. You can chose to be part of a main dish or something sweet.

Wait, I got another idea! I tie your arms and legs around a warm asparagus, refine you with melted butter and fresh herbs, wrap a slice of ham around and pour sauce hollandaise over it. And while you ease your fate by humping the soft vegetable, I fry some chip potatoes.

Can you imagine, boy? You feel the impacts of the fork teeth, the sawing of the knife and hear me gorge amounts of food three times your size. And each time the steel comes closer until the first part of you or maybe the whole thing will be turned into a slurry mixture of asparagus, ham, potatoes, tasty sauce, saliva and at last my acid gastric juice. Yes, it would be more exiting to devour you as what you was dished – a peace of spice. Unfortunately I forgot to buy asparagus, ha-ha.

Enough talk now! Say what you want or I'll make a decision!”

The two inch small guy felt too upset to say anything and so the dice had been cast. Molly didn't even tell him his way to death.

With drumming heartbeat he stared at soft wrinkled lips as wide as he was tall and quivered with fear as the giant mouth opened fast. He clearly could see her ravenousness, because there was a wall of saliva bursting, wandering back to the wisdom teeth as thick white stilts. The deadly rows beside the big tongue were completely flooded by disgusting foamy spit. But one gulp later all was clean and welcoming red.

Yes, welcoming was the right word because of the inviting movements her tongue made near the abyss. And when the tonsils swung sideways the shady cavern turned into a cathedral.

Knowing, she never ever would relinquish squeezing out his tasty juices, he respectfully inspected her pearly white millstones. Each one was armed with peaks and sharp edges designed for cutting, tearing and milling raw male flesh including the bones and harder teeth. And as if she could read minds, the big mouth closed and spoke: “Impressing, huh? Well, for someone like me, having a bookshelf full of cookbooks containing thousands recipes for men, chewing one or more living bodies is an easy task. Meanwhile I crush the bones like salt sticks and pop their heads like peanuts.

Why do you look so disbelieving? Because of the books? – I's the truth! Men are my staple food. I have them every day for breakfast, lunch, dinner and as snacks in between. And my purse always contains a handful teens called Humgums, juicy soft but durable enough for one hour chewing.”

Interrupting her he asked: “But how can someone eat men every day? I mean, without us the human race is finished!”

Nodding she replied: “Well, that's magic! – Now knowing me better you may understand that I'm not in the mood to waste anymore time. If you hadn't been such a close friend, you already would be situated somewhere in the middle of my small intestine or even deeper.

It's high time to start your journey, the more so as I don't want to arrive at work with tired eyes. Ready for supper?”

This question Steven couldn't answer, because she pressed him face down on her appetent undulating tongue, shut the hatch with a loud snap and hastily scrubbed his skin with thousands of taste buds. First it felt like being washed with a soft sponge. But a minute later his skin burned as a result of special digestive enzymes.

Astonishingly quick the female bodies became used to living nutrients. This has been proven scientifically! But nobody could say, why the predigestion during sucking did the opposite of numbing the exposed nerve ends. Maybe a side effect of devouring the same species or rather the other sex. The best was to become crunched in seconds.

So for Molly's school friend began a true nightmare. If eaten by any other business lady during lunchtime it not even had been an ordeal. But on a Sunday afternoon at home there was plenty of time to let him melt down like sweets.

Well, the lovely redhead of course was aware of the undescribable pain she caused. And she truly felt sorry for him. But on the other hand women always loved to be worshipped, even if it meant for the man to suffer. Surely suffering is relative. You can suffer by standing in the rain while she has the umbrella or by getting stepped on as a living bridge over a big puddle. There were many ways to suffer for a lady, and Steven's not even was the worst.

Smiling dreamily she leant back, kicked off the shoes, hovered her legs on the table and enjoyed a taste like oral sex. She slowly rotated her helpless prey alongside, licking his back now and squeezing hot cream out of his orifices. To her his blood was like sweet fruit juice. And she felt the first bones crack.

Her endless power over him was so exhilarating, that she couldn't resist stroking her clit while increasing the pressure. More bones cracked and she could hear him scream a pleasing hymn of praise to her glory. Should she push up his volume level by squeezing harder?

Again he was allowed to kiss the back of her merciless tongue, only to receive a sore burp right in the face. Laughing she rolled him aside, gulped the juices and growled: “Could you smell the acid? It wants you to come down soon! Yam yam, you would make a very good appetizer for the fat canteen food tomorrow. If possible I would make you durable enough for having you every day before lunchtime.

The taste stimulates my whole gastric system and gives the stomach informations about the mix of enzymes and acid necessary to dissolve men fast and thoroughly. It guarantees peaceful nights without yelping puke-chunks. And if I would swallow you right now, you'd be dead in less than fife minutes. But before I let you assemble with the puke you have a job to do. So long, bon voyage!”

Amused she shovelled him back in the middle, smacked on him like Tina on Oliver and went on sucking with pressure.

The next time he got turned, it was sideways. Longing for more spice the red lioness pressed him hard to the roof of her mouth and began to nibbled his feet to mush. They cracked like popcorn, and the emitting taste was like an explosion, causing all of her glands to spit out gallons of saliva. He almost drowned in the stinky slime!

From time to time she moved him a little further between her molars, munching flesh an bones as easy as marshmallows. And when she was up to the knees, her enzymes already had melt away his skin.

Now the tired girl decided to consume it's morsel in a common way to end the pain. The last he felt were the peaks of four big teeth, two under him and two above, crushing his body with one bite. The intestines sprat out like jam. And a short time later the muscles and boned became the same pasty texture, ready for swallowing.

The copper-blonde cannibal held her head tilt back and savoured him with closed eyes. Then she gently padded her smooth belly: “Not bad, my friend! But you're not gone yet. The after-taste has to be erased too.” Saying so, she cleared a glass of wine and yawned, exposing clean white teeth. Absolutely nothing was left, as if he never had existed!

*

She couldn't forget about Steven's desire. What in hell drove him to crave for a disgusting and painful live in her shoes? Well, to him her feet must have been rock hard and as malodorous as ammoniac. Was it the lust to become dominated by a woman, to be literally under her, under the deepest point of her body? Could a man be that masochistic? Seemingly yes!

Eventually she switched off the TV, arranged the cloths for Monday and slipped in her nightgown. But before Molly could go to bed, there was something more to arrange – something new she bought and prepared a view days ago. Opening the drawer she sighed: “Too bad that Steven can't see this. He'd liked it.”

Inside the drawer, surrounded by stockings and slips, lay two shivering 3 ½ inch tall men, fearful beyond limits. They weren't simple Gentle-Soles from a discounter but branded articles she directly got from her cobbler.

Branded on every chest one could read: “Office Insoles – Size 8.” And the cardboard in the plastic foil containing all kinds of insoles showed the following label:

We congratulate you for buying the world's best shoe-fittings! Toe-Care-Products are designed explicit for business-women who are obliged to wear high heeled shoes every day.

Now you are the proud owner of youth twins, what guarantees a save and well balanced walking on heels up to six inches as well as fresh toes the whole day through.

They handle all kinds of odour, no matter if skin-burning sour, suffocating mouldily, cheesy or all together. They need little oxygen and endure much pressure and heat. And it's not necessary to put them out of the shoes at night. Theoretically you can wear them 24 hours a day.

For reaching this quality standard the Toe-Care-Industries only process healthy non-smokers, all grown up in controlled schools and trained to adore female feet of all ages.

Though their smell sensitivity at last is fifty times higher compared to normal men, we guarantee twenty years carefree walking with all kinds of shoes and stockings. There are absolutely no limits!

With our products you will enjoy your days at the office as well as a nice summer day at the mall. They are soft cushions for the balls of your feet and reduce the itching and burning of your hot toes. And in the winter they are cuddly warm.

A little warning for feminists and lesbian customers: This kind of wear is made out of men, mostly in the middle of puberty. So they most likely hump the balls of your feet while being stomped on the pavements. That's a side effect you must learn to tolerate, because only foot-fetishists reach the breathing-frequency you need to get rid off of the foot-odour.

And all the strong ladies sitting in executive suites we can assure what they want to hear: Even fetishists suffer like in hell. You'll become their worst nightmare!

The Toe-Care GmbH & Co Kg wishes much fun by walking on soft boys!

Molly read it loud, though the shivering teens already knew their meaning of live. And they also knew, this stately lady wouldn't have spent so much money if not necessary. They were pretty prepared for cheesy toes, but definitely not for a man-eater of her calibre!

Considering their near future brought up an evil smile. These boys, normally starting an education, were all she needed. And as expected they began to shriek while she banned them in the soles of black over-knee boots with fife inch stiletto heels. The intoxicating remainder of cheese in there, though several weeks old, built up a ghastly foreshadowing. For the first they had to endure the cold stifling smell the whole night.

As Molly went to bed, she stroked her white belly and whispered: “In one of these boots you would have changed your mind a second time. But which man already knows what he really wants?” Then she switched the light off, curled up and digested her deliciously school crush.

THE END