Description: “your pov (backstory) everyone loves potatoes. mashed, boiled, stewed, fried. you can’t go wrong. i’ve always wondered in whose plate i’d end up one day… if i’d be boiled with grilled fish, mashed with a side of steak or live happily and content in a sunny place until i grew old, rotten. until one day, i figured out what my fate would be. i was harvested and taken away from my family to a very dodgy place. it smelled moldy and musty. i thought i was in danger. but with time i grew accustomed to it. i made some friends. and eventually my memories from a past life started to fade away… in the box i was kept in i had two best friends: brad, the bun; pick, the pickle… they were good chaps! we had great laughs and even better conversations. little did we know, that we were about to embark on an adventure together. it was a cold evening in march. i was laughing with pick as he was telling us the same joke he made every day “why did the cucumber need a lawyer?” - “because he was in a pickle!” i replied; when all of the sudden, me, brad and pick were held hostage. brad was first; sliced in half by a gloved man. his hand smelled of minced meat and i could see he had calluses on his massive hands from his transparent gloves. pick was next… my dear friend pick. he was removed from the bottle he was kept in, and gasped for air. poor thing did not know how to survive outside his preserving liquid. i sobbed… i knew it was over for him. he was then sectioned by the gloved man using a sharp, pointy cutter and all his body parts ended up on top of brad, softening his previously sliced body. little did i know that… i was next… chopped up into pieces and burned alive. i felt it all, the peeling of my skin, the dehydration, the oily scent of the liquid burning me… i felt like i would not live another day but to my great surprise, i did. i was in pain but felt relieved to live another day; even if my dear friends were now gone. i was packaged with other neighbors of mine and someone picked us up. if only i had known the horror that would follow… ___ 3rd person pov it’s 8 pm. vanessa is always very hungry by this time as she works long hours, but she’s been on a 30 day cleanse so she’s only been drinking her detox juices… she’s desperate for some junk food. she touches her belly. it’s been growling for hours and it’s upsetting her because she can’t concentrate on the assignment she has due tomorrow. “ugh!!” she yells. “if i could only eat something… “ she thinks to herself. she gulps down a glass of water to see if that will fill her up. it doesn’t. she lives next door to some chinese folk and they are having pad thai… the smells coming through her front door are driving her crazy and making her drool… she’s dreaming awake of greasy, fried, salty goodness. she knows she can’t have it but she can’t resist it…. forbidden things are always tastier… she goes on her phone and places an order. “burger king” she says, smiling in excitement. it’s her first fast food in a very, very, long time. she’s fine with breaking her fast and thinks to herself “well, at least my tits will grow!”. a delivery man knocks. it’s her meal, packaged up beautifully and smelling incredibly well. she takes it to her living room. she usually eats on the couch, she feels much nicer there and doesn’t like the formality of eating at the table - as a matter of fact, she’s not into formalities at all - she walks around the house wearing a very simple sporty lingerie as she’s not into lace or detailed clothing. she’s a very simple girl. she opens the bag and removes her delivery - she’s ordered herself a cheeseburger with onion and pickles, sugar free drink and… fries… she starts by having a sip of her drink. it’s very fizzy and effervescent… the condensation has made the cup all slippery… then she’s reminded that her show is on tonight! she turns the tv. and then burns a candle. she enjoys her salted caramel candle; it satisfies her sweet tooth cravings via her nose. yummy. she’s delighted at her evening. and then she sees that they forgot to remove the lettuce and tomate from her burger! how infuriating. they never get her order right. she’s mad but tries to breathe and concentrates on the incredible meal she has in front of her. she removes the lettuce and tomate herself, puts them aside to throw away later and digs in. ___ vanessa’s pov i dive straight into my cheeseburger. i had to remove the lettuce and tomato, they are so annoying! always get my order wrong… i am infuriated so i take an enormous bite gulping down a piece of pickle. i chew it up well and chop it into pieces with my sharp fangs. you can hear the cracking sound it makes… i’m eating extremely quickly because of how hungry i am… i burp because my stomach can’t handle the amount of grease i am putting into it after such a long time of eating healthy foods. and then i remember… i bought fries… i love fries! i start by picking one. i look at it and lick the salt out of it. i open the mayo sauce i have to use on it. and i dip the fried potato inside. after that i don’t even blink. i can smell the starch and earthy scent, i can feel its rugged texture and as soon as it touches my lips i am hooked. immediately i go into to the next one, and the next; all dipped in copious amounts of dipping sauce and chewed aggressively by my sharp teeth, minced by my wet tongue and swallowed by my dark endless throat. i play and wiggle a few in my hands - it’s no fun if i can’t play with my food! i burp once again at the sight of the amount i still have ahead of me but keep going… i don’t want to stop. however, my body can’t handle much more… my stomach is already growling. i try my best to devour all the fries, my fingers covered in grease, salt and sticky saliva… i put one more in my mouth, suck it, lick it, cover it with my oily smelling hot breath, chew it up into pieces and then i stop. burping louder than ever. i stand up and touch my tits… i can already feel them growing! hurray! i then take the leftovers and place them in the bin. i couldn’t care less of the food waste… i rub my massive bloated belly in delight in front of the bin. it’s been an absolutely divine meal and i have zero regrets. ____ your pov she dove straight into pick and brad… i can’t help but feel like the end is near. that i might perish this precise evening. i’m too young to leave this world, too afraid and alone… my friends are now gone and i have nothing left to live for. all my limbs have been separated from me and i may never be able to have the life i desired… my life flashes before my eyes as she looks at me. her brown eyes are evil. i am already in complete agony and pain but as soon as i saw those eyes i knew it was game over for me. she takes one of my limbs and licks the salt out of it. and then she pauses. perhaps i still have a chance?… unfortunately not. my limb is covered in dipping sauce. and all of the sudden… she attacks all of me. i feel all my limbs being removed from me, crushed and chopped up just like an amphibious feels their tail after they’ve lost it. i feel her clear abundant and smelly saliva running down my extremities as she chews them, licks them, gulps them down and even plays with them! the audacity!… i am in complete and utter pain and chock and she’s completely unaware of how much suffering she’s putting me through… she’s taking huge bites and devouring me - it feels like she hasn’t eaten in ages… she takes one last bite, her breath stinking of hot salt, the sourness of the garlic mayo and sweetness of her zero sugar coke… and then, after gulping down almost all of me down… she stops. she keeps stoping to burp - loud and fast food smelling burps i never thought such a lady could produce - but… this time it feels different. it is different. she stands up, grabbing and groping her own breasts and all of the sudden, after a shaky ride where i am covered in my own sweat and fear and her watery saliva… what is left of me is hit by a sharp fork stabbing me on the back and all of the sudden, it is dark. am i still alive? am i in heaven? i doubt it. the scent is something out of a horror movie. i can still hear her rubbing something and making some noises… i can’t exactly understand why… it’s dark and i can’t grasp what it smells of; all i know is that i’ve never smelled anything this bad, ever. and then i realize… as i feel around the place with my almost non-existent remaining limbs… this is actually a graveyard of perished food and she has just buried me alive.” shot using a canon g7x mark iii. mp4. custom clip, no names mentioned.
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