Engulf Part One - We Now Take Credit Cards
Caution: this story is disgusting and possibly erotic. If you are under 18, there is nothing surprising about that, but you should not read this because conservatives may be distressed. There is mild cursing, sexual positions and actions and plenty of snuff in this story, and you have been warned. It is not advised to go for any sort of McDonalds' Breakfast Menu items after reading this short story.
Engulf Part One - We Now Take Credit Cards
By AbortionPanda
In the year 1294, there was a young woman by the name of Elizabeth of the Damned. She was not very pleased with her life, and soon demanded upon the demons to have herself transformed. However, the demonic lords knew that Elizabeth was an ambitious individual and thus sealed her away in an icy tomb for seven hundred and twelve years. There she began a dramatic transformation that really wasn't all that dramatic. Yet in her unconscious mind, the dreams involved a hunger that could not be satisfied. One that demanded something... processed foods.
She soon awoke to find herself on the beaches of New Jersey. But she was not an ordinary woman. No, she was - a panda! A beautiful panda, with lovely black fur coating her shapely curves. Her stubby muzzle tipped upwards, and the sun among the cloudless sky illuminated her crimson eyes without delay. As her luscious form sprung into motion with some wobbling, it would be two minutes before the black and white creature could walk upon her legs. Waddling towards the boardwalk, her hunger began.
It was initially a rumbling in the stomach, but soon it made her entire figure quiver with need. Her mouth was unable to function at this time, however, so she groaned with dismay and began to make a trek down a disheveled alleyway. Who knows how she got there? She didn't. Elizabeth just knew her hunger was starting to spread between her legs. By the time she had passed through the length of the dark tunnel, lined on both sides with dreary apartments, a slimy trail of labia goo marked her path upon the dirty ground.
Upon arriving at the end of the alley, a local McDictives was catering to the busy morning shuffle. Businessmen and women scurried into the establishment or waited impatiently at the drive through, occasionally spending a few moments to flip out. Inside, a cadre of overworked and underpaid employees tirelessly waited on them. The panda knew where to feed.
She burst through the door and attempted to roar loudly, but instead a guttural sound erupted from her throat. It took a moment for the collection of individuals seated or standing in line to realize that a gigantic anthropomorphic panda had arrived. Some gave a blank stare, others dropped their flapjacks and a little girl suddenly found she had dropped a turd into her new poodle panties. But it was not long before a panic ensued. Customers and servers alike dashed through windows and doors, some removing cell phones to rely on local authorities. But most of them were already busy at other local breakfast spots, so it would be awhile before anyone could respond.
The panda soon decided it was time to indulge. After a good two minutes of rummaging through and being dismayed at the discovery of exclusively hash browns, which no one in their right minds would eat at a McDictive's, dropped onto her rear with sorrow. But it was there that she witnessed her delight: A Sausage McDicmuffin. Still wrapped inside, the scents of greasy sausage patties wafted across her nostrils. They flared and the scent was stronger than a thousand sexually active panda males who longed to claim her as their own. Within three point four seconds, she was already shredding through the wrapping with her well-manicured claws. Without delay she was looking at the glistening muffin-like item. Her paw gripped it and slowly lifted it to make contact with her snout. But it was then that the mouth refused to open - it was stuck! Yes, the demons had played a trick on her and used superglue to seal it! The cruel trick, despite making absolutely no sense, was a problem.
Elizabeth fell back onto her posterior again and started to feel unhappy. But the Sausage-y treat lay dormant between her jiggly thighs. The woman looked down and began to ponder something. Her heavy paw gripped it and soon rotated the breakfast sandwich so that the top, branded with the curvy "M" arch upon the biscuit, faced between her legs. There, the warm, sensual folds that shimmered under fluorescent light, pink and ripply, awaited. Slowly, the panda spread her legs out, expanding the wrinkles of her love oval until they seemed similar to a discolored rose. There was no holding back. With care, Elizabeth began to grind it against herself.
"Blllruugmm... mmerwroo..." went the panda, hotly.
The soft, fluffy battercake was soon ground with intent, starting to stretch open the babychute until it had slowly widened to the point where someone could punch into it with very little friction. By now, sweat had started to form upon Elizabeth's strained face, as her teeth were bared and eyes squeezed themselves closed at the sensation of being slowly penetrated in her love muffin by... a Sausage muffin. Slight globs of feminine excitement spewed out, saturating and adding another flavor to the heavily synthetic meal. Eventually, the top bread slice had properly slid into the juicy depths, and the rolled up egg byproduct was next. It produced a soft and almost skin-like feeling for the bear, and she reveled in how the slime merged with the own coating her pork passage's insides. The peeking clam between Elizabeth's legs, by this point, had been stretched to fit a baseball comfortably within the diameter, and the sausage patty disappeared with a sudden, forceful shove. With the anthropomorphic panda's groan echoing through the deserted McDictive's, the sausage delight was soon engulfed entirely.
By this point, Elizabeth was in a serious state of arousal. Her other paw had diverted itself to attempt to wedge itself completely into her anal cavity. However, the assault upon her meat tunnel was significantly more intense, and thus by the time most of the digits were now digging through her rectum, she had forgotten it was there in the first place. Yet with the Sausage McDicmuffin shifting around within the uterus flesh petals was not enough, the woman had deemed. So, in an awkward movement, she waddled upwards, extracting her foul-smelling hand and bringing it to grab a wax paper cup. Dumping the orange juice out, she immediately inverted it so the smooth bottom came into contact with her gynecologist's fare. It slowly expanded the rosey folds until it was entirely gone. Sixteen more cups, six made of Styrofoam and adequately labeled with 'caution, will burn crotch if spilt' warnings, were inserted. Yet Elizabeth was far from finished.
A panda's strength is well known among the community, so tearing one of the recycled revolving plastic chairs from its' paltry screws. The metal brace flew off into the kitchen somewhere, and immediately Elizabeth squatted over, using both of her paws, one soaked in cunny juice and the other in minor fecal delight, proceeded to ram the seat, backrest-first, into her already occupied vagina. However, this panda was not very bright and attempted to insert it horizontally, turning the vertically-positioned slit into a diamond of pain. Loud snarls could be heard from outside as the chair's plastic-metal bars slid into the warm depths of her cuntzooka, displacing the cups enough for one to fall out. Elizabeth became frustrated by that and took a moment to relocate the Styrofoam escapee into her butthole until the crinkled beverage holder served as a proper plug. Thus she resumed her attempt. The problem came with the actual seat itself, which was far larger than her already ridiculously stretched vagina. But this did not dissuade the determined darling, and eventually her womb was forced open, crushing her ovaries and many intestines nearby. But the chair, and three others in time would all find themselves properly lodged within her incubation room. Sadly, many false potted plants that one would find at any divider at a fast food restaurant joined the doomed stools. Only one or two fell out as she made her way over to the kitchen, seeking something different.
The little plastic shelves that one would microwave meat patties on were not to be spared. All twenty-nine inventoried shelves made the exodus into the vaginal Mecca, which had occupied enough space to make the panda look like she was nine months pregnant with well over sixty panda cubs. Elizabeth was unable to properly dislodge the microwave mechanism. So with a chair and several other items slightly dangling out, she took the drive through's cash register and wedged it inside her supersized vag as well, ensuring the seal was tight between her bruised and chaffed legs. But Elizabeth was a considerate panda, and realized her cunt's copious fluid production had outlined her path of unbirthing around the eating area and over the service counter. So she decided to assist the absent staff and use the mop nearby to wipe up the mess. But being a distracted panda, Elizabeth soon became infuriated when she could not locate the mop, which she had buried into her pusspuss about thirty seconds prior. So she took the next five minutes to lick up her own mess, mentally congratulating herself on what a considerate panda she was.
It was finally when she began to attempt mating with a trash can that the New Jersey police department burst in. Emptying their rounds into the helpless and lust-drunk panda, it took the combined efforts of the entire 32nd precinct to take down the bear. What they discovered afterwards in the autopsy appalled the entire nation. Four chairs, almost thirty microwave shelves, a cash register, about two pounds of false potted plants, every salt and pepper shaker in the establishment, a donation box, forty-seven food trays, over two hundred ketchup packets, yet only three sweet and sour pouches, part of the ATM sign were discovered inside. Yet the final things that the doctors pulled out was a greasy Sausage McDicMuffin and a sign that said "We finally accept credit cards!"
The End