Out of the oven, onto the plate
Out of the oven, onto the plate
Post-script: I would like to thank a friend of mine for brainstorming out this story idea with me. Forget to mention him the first time I submitted this story as it's been a while since it was first written.
Harleen was going to become the ravenous anthro, wealthy wolf's Ilene's next meal. She loved to devour anthro pigs especially. Ilene considered herself a "civilized" wolf however (she'd even trimmed her hair to a large degree so as to look less feral), so she had her own ways of dealing with her prey. She had come up with more "civilized" means of feasting on her meals. The trim and fit Harleen had been captured in a field while she had been sleeping and taken back to the rich wolf's lair. The still sleeping swiftly hooked up to the brainwashing machine, video monitors placed directly over her still sleeping eyes and headphones put over her ears. Chemicals were injected into her system to prevent her from waking up, the wolf didn't want her to suffer any torment.
She also had vibrators were put in Harleen's cunt and asshole, which would activate at random to pleasure the unconscious pig in her sleep. Ilene's pussy could only moisten at the thought of the dreams that sexy piggy must have been having. But she restrained herself, bidding her time. The horny wolf bombarded Harleen relentlessly, night and day, with programming beamed directly into her brain. Harleen was swiftly hypothesized by the sounds and sights of Ilene's efforts, and for an entire month Ilene did this...feeding the pig in her sleep with food via a tube. She had plenty more pigs in captivity to make up for this, as the wolf's body had special requirements that necessitated a large quantity of prey to keep her alive.
Finally the wolf decided it was time to welcome the pig into her world, and this would determine whether she would eat Harleen or not. If she had resisted, then Ilene would spare her. Wipe her memory of the event altogether but the pig would be free. A part of Ilene admitted she wanted Harleen to resist, her better nature and her need to devour live prey frequently conflicted. It brought her many a restless and tearful night.
"Who are you?" Ilene asked the thin pig female as her eyes opened. She already knew what Harleen was going to say, the vacant eyes and mindless smile were dead indicators that the pig's mind was hers.
"Ah....food. I am food for Mistress Ilene, I belong inside her...." Harleen moaned incoherently. Ilene nodded silently, and turned away.
She whispered to one of her pack's members, "Keep brainwashing her. She must not know what is going on." He nodded, and hooked her up once more to the machines for full indoctrination.
Soon Harleen was reciting her new desire all the time: "Mistress Ilene must make me her meal.....I want to be in her stomach....". With additional reprogramming, the thought of being eaten by the female wolf all too soon now aroused her sexually, and that horniness was constant. It wasn't long before her storage room smelled of sex from all the masturbating the anthro pig had been doing, her fingers especially smelled of cunt juice.
"How much longer must I wait?" said an exasperated Harleen. Eventually Harleen had the look of a stupified pig now, her eyes rolled back into her skull, her tongue hanging out, her mouth lazily hung open, drooling. And as ashamed as Ilene was, that facial expression aroused her to no end.
She watched Harleen in her cell silently. "Thinking about her....she's so hot...." Harleen mumbled. Ilene closed her eyes and stood there for a long time, then walked off quietly.
Once fully indoctrinated, Harleen's artificially implanted blond hair (human-style hair had become a fad among female anthros) was swiftly shaved off of her skull with a buzzer, exposing her smooth bald head. Ilene had a huge fetish for smooth heads and this was no exception.
The pig was absolutely delighted, "I never realized how sexy being bald could be. Hopefully it will give Ilene more incentive to devour me." Harleen said anxiously. Then she began to be fed non-stop.
"Oh God, I feel so fucking hungry! I must eat, so I can be fat for Mistress Ilene. I must become....a stuffed turkey. A fat piggy whose fatness will arouse Ilene to no end. Must become so fucking fat!" Harleen said as she tore into the fatty food before her.
Ilene kept the pig well supplied with food to feast on, all artificially treated with fattening chemicals to ensure maximum weight gain. Harleen stuffed herself without end, ensuring that a ton of flatulence and plenty of bathroom breaks would be a constant occurrence.
"Oh my." Ilene couldn't help but grin as she eavesdropped on all her pigs' bathroom breaks via hidden cameras. The wolf could never get over how frequently her prey pooped and peed, or how sexy they could be doing it (she'd brainwashed them to love defecating and urinating and to express that delight in a blatantly sexual manner).
Harleen blushed as a particularly loud fart escaped her steadily plumping rump, but she took to her love of her own natural A-bombs with renewed vigor. Ilene love the smell of butt gas, and she inhaled as much as possible. Harleen wore no clothes (her clothes were in storage, being resized), so that her weight gain could be better accessed by Ilene's assistants: a die-hard cadre from the wolf pack she lead (she also had the responsibility of securing food for them as well), enough to fill up two average-sized, empty rooms completely. Ilene fought the urge to masturbate frequently as her meals were often photographed in the nude as they grew in size (ostensibly for progress evaluation purposes but it was really just porn by another name).
"I'm getting fatter....yes....soon I will be fat enough to be Ilene's meal...." Harleen exclaimed as she examined her increasingly large body. Every day Harleen bathed her growing form for long periods in water treated with skin softening chemicals.
"My skin is so soft....so much the better." signed Harleen. It truly was amazing to both Harleen and Ilene how soft the flesh had become, so delicate to an astonishing degree. Ilene also had Harleen's tits injected with enlargement drugs, causing them to bloat outwards several cup sizes. Her already ample bust doubled in overall mass. At night, her breasts (which were regularly injected with additional enlargement drugs) were hooked up to breast pumps that were fully automated. These devices pleasurably extracted Harleen's milk from her hugely erect nipples, using powerful pistons to suck and vacuum-pump the milk right out of her lactating massive mammaries.
Often Harleen moaned in her sleep, "Oh....fuuuuccckkkk." as she was milked like a cow, resulting in many an orgasm. Large amounts of white fluid were obtained this way, put into containers. The extracted milk was then swiftly put into cold ultra-vacuum storage to ensure its freshness when the time came for Harleen to be served to Ilene first, her pack second. The pig's diet was carefully calculated to make Harleen's body as delicious as possible for the vorephilic Ilene, for although Harleen was stuffed with fatty foods, their effects were counter-balanced by other substances. These drugs were designed to keep Harleen healthy, the irony of which was not lost on the carnivorous Ilene.
Thus Harleen would still be, in spite of her titanic weight healthy when presented to Ilene. Fatter and fatter and fatter the bald anthro pig became. Her rump, her tits, her belly, all of them inflated with lard. Her body acquired so much new variation: an infinite number of folds, dimples, rolls, etc. Ilene was entranced by Harleen's beauty. Harleen, for her part, loved her new look, "I'm quite a tub of blubber."
She loved how her form jiggled, though not by too much as there was still some muscle (though much of it created artificially via chemicals) to keep her form reasonably firm. This was because Ilene preferred her food massively fat but still firm, hence the extra muscles to act as a frame to keep the fat steady during movement. Eventually Harleen became too fat to move, so the pack wolves saw to her needs feeding her well.
Harleen shrugged, "It was bound to happen." Ilene drooled constantly during this period, fighting her bestial nature to just devour Harleen right then and there. She also had to fight her guilt, as unbecoming as she knew it was for a meat-eater like herself she still had self-loathing inside her.
Finally the day came. "At last." Harleen signed.
Ilene sat in her office, her paws covering her eyes from sight. Finally one of her pack's members appeared, "It's time."
The female wolf nodded, then as he walked off she called after him. "Wait, go through the identity database. I want to know who she was," Ilene said quietly.
He did not understand, "Why do you care? You know her name, isn't that enough?"
Ilene shook her head, "They're more than just names to me. It's important that I remember that." He nodded once and left her alone with her thoughts. She did not leave for the next two hours.
Harleen was overjoyed when she got the news. She looked like a cake made out of pale, soft, pink flesh: absolutely bloated with fat but still quite healthy working. Seriously, she looked like she was made out of pure lard. Harleen had several chins at the minimum, gigantic-fat filled cheeks, and a very wide neck. They contrasted sharply with her still normal looking ears, eyes, mouth and nose. Ilene literally hugged the blobby babe when she saw her, overwhelmed by her lovelyness.
Her breasts were ridiculously oversized; Harleen's globes were more than twice the size of basketballs yet still firm with substantial nipples. Her blubbery upper limbs, covered with fat folds, were utterly useless functionally. The same applied to her even larger and blubbery lower legs. Her rump was multi-folded and ludicrously big and plump yet like her breasts also firm. Her love-handles were extraordinarily oversized, loaded with lard.
But all of these were dwarfed by her utterly titanic, flabby belly. Harleen was as large as the width and height of a bus. Her expression was one of extreme arousal, and she still looked like a stupefied anthro. She was loaded with aphrodisiacs; her cunt hadn't stopped releasing vast amounts of fluid all day. It was true that Ilene knew these chemicals were potentially dangerous, including to herself. The wolf privately wondered if her blatant disregard for self-preservation was motivated by something other than recklessness. Harleen was put on top of a wheeled platform, and led to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the amazingly immobile Harleen was first lowered into an enormous pot. Ilene couldn't help but laugh a bit at the image it conjured up, she knew the tale of the three little pigs very well and that pot looked like it had walked right out of a story book. The pig been bathed earlier; this water was for the purpose of flavoring and seasoning her. Ilene was both extremely hungered and aroused by the image of this massive piggy bathing in the water, basking in the seasoning. For quite a while, a mixture of liquid and solid seasonings was allowed to soak into Harleen's large open pores.
Then Harleen was taken out of the pot, tilted forward, and an enema was used to empty Harleen's bowels. Ilene watched as Harleen shamelessly defecated before her, and the hungry carnivore had to admit she was genuinely impressed by the size of the pig's load.
"Dirty piggy," the wolf waved her finger in a mock-scolding tone before signaling the clean-up crew to take care of the mess. Ilene wiped off Harleen's rump herself, taking a great deal of time doing it. She enjoyed being so close to a lovely image.
After Harleen's interior was empty, Ilene was briefly transfixed by the sheer size of Harleen's anus before an enormous amount of various stuffings were shot up the immobile pig's butt until she felt like was she was going to burst for certain. Harleen's pussy was also filled with stuffing to the point of total saturation. Then an edible but still efficient butt-plug was used to make sure the seasoning stayed in. A similar device was used to plug up Harleen's pussy. A final, tremendously large meal was served to Harleen, ensuring her belly would be full of nutrients for Ilene to digest. The bloated pig patted her gigantic belly, eyes glazed over, before letting loose a tremendous belch. When Harleen was moved a bit she actually briefly collided with Ilene by accident, literally bumping the wolf with her massive belly.
Once that feast was done (and Ilene had recovered from the brief surprise), Harleen was injected with two additional substances: one which neutralized all of her body's pain receptors, and one which caused all of Harleen's hair no matter how small to fall off. Then Harleen's pain senses were tested, and Ilene was pleased that the pig could no longer feel pain at all. In fact her conditioning was so thorough that the pig visibly got aroused. Finally, Harleen's rump was branded with a red-hot iron that left a sizzling impression on her ass-flesh, once again no pain occurred. And then.....the door to a gigantic oven opened.
Harleen was giggling with excitement as her fat-filled bulk was loaded into the oven. It was a basic, albeit abnormally large, cooking machine. The oven had only one set of metal rods, but they were reinforced specifically to hold an immobile anthro's bulk. Then the door was shut behind her. Ilene signed as the reality of what she was doing sank, then she turned the engine on herself and waited.
Harleen waited in anticipation inside the cold interior. Soon the oven was activated on the lowest setting. She was lying on her ass when the machine turned on. And that is where she first felt it. The heat didn't hurt at all, in fact it felt quite pleasurable (due to her intense brainwashing, also she couldn't feel pain anymore). Her gigantic bottom felt quite warm, and she could hear her flesh sizzle slightly. Her endless cunt fluids start to softly crackle as the juice began to evaporate.
Harleen was turned on by the intense smell of her own roasted rump flesh. Residual water on her became to evaporate, her body temperature skyrocketed, and what looked like pale white smoke was rising from the vicinity of her cooking behind. She saw her flesh begin to turn a light brownish-pink, smelt it slowly being cooked, saw the seasonings begin to be caked to her flesh. The enormous blob of blubber named Harleen savored the pleasure of her own body cooking. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she came explosively.
She orgasmed several times squealing wantonly over a gradual period of time. Finally the oven was turned off, and Harleen was taken out of the oven. She couldn't help but notice how good she smelt cooked, or how good it felt. Harleen was leaking pussy juice like mad. Her skin was shiny, sizzling, and light brown. Her butt had black grill-marks on it, as the flesh there had been toasted the best. Her vagina and asshole had also been extensively cooked. Even her face to a degree especially her circular nose and pig ears. But Harleen didn't look much different than she had before save what had happened to her skin, the oven had been on the lowest setting.
Ilene hugged her, "You're doing so well my meal. I won't forget you ever." Part of Ilene though wished she could, she never forgot any of them. She couldn't. She would not.
Once out of the oven, Harleen was immediately put on an enormous silver platter and a lid put on to preserve the effects of the oven as best as possible. For a while, Harleen felt herself being moved about. It literally took a machine to transport the massive pig, she was that heavy. And when the lid opened, Harleen almost shouted in delight: directly in front of her was Ilene, eyeing her hungrily. The wolf anthro had the face of a wild beast on her, contrasting sharply with her otherwise look of being cultivated.
For a second the intensity of ancient emotions left Ilene, just long enough for her to whisper to Harleen, "It's not personal." But the old urges never left her, Ilene could not escape her primal nature.
Ilene didn't waste much time. Harleen was laid on top of the table, lying on her rump facing the other anthro female, and not far from Ilene was a huge container of Harleen's own extracted breast milk brought out of storage. Ilene climbed onto the table and inhaled the smell of the well-cooked Harleen. She could barely contain her desire to devour the bald and ludicrously fat anthro pig. Her mouth watered, drooling a bit before she caugt herself.
Ilene's mouth opened to gigantic size, two devices in her hands: a coagulant spray/flesh regenerator for instantly stopping blood loss, as well as sealing wounds and an advanced laser scalpel (the wolf was ironically a medical researcher and inventor by profession, a well-respected one in fact responsible for both of those innovations. The patents had helped her rise to riches). Ilene had considered a knife the first time she had done this so long ago, but had decided that it was too mundane and rather crude. Not to mention it conjured up a somewhat savage image that didn't mess at all with how Ilene saw herself. She wanted something special and precise for these occasions, and a laser scalpel was a very small and precise instrument.
With efficiency born out of years of experience, Ilene used the cutting laser to remove Harleen's arm at the shoulder joint while a pack member applied the spray to the wound site, covering it up in its entirety while the skin there rapidly healed. Harleen only moaned. Ilene's huge mouth closed down on Harleen's arm and rapidly swallowed it down her throat. Her right arm was devoured more slowly: first at the wrist, then at the elbow, then at the shoulder. She never chewed, only swallowed.
Harleen was now armless, while Ilene was savoring the taste of Harleen's right and left upper limbs which were now being digested by Ilene's stomach. Ilene washed her meal down with Harleen's own breast milk. The scalpel was then used to remove Harleen's gigantic pair of tits, which she put on one of the plates Ilene had on the dinner table. Harleen's huge love handles were removed next. Ilene's pack turned the gigantic anthro pig face-down on the table; while Harleen's enormous rump globes were soon on two plates. She orgasmed so many times during this time, while Ilene played with her pussy with one hand while eating.
Ilene then had the horny Harleen turned face-up to part all of that belly fat from its owner onto the largest plate on the table. With knife and fork, Ilene devoured each severed piece of Harleen's body right in front of her eyes (she found the rump her favorite part of the prey's body in general, especially pigs and horses). She would save the face for the actual main swallow. Ilene now wanted to savor Harleen's taste for a while, as if the fat anthro was a Popsicle. Harleen's lower half was tied down firmly to make certain Ilene's obscenely powerful jaws didn't take the fat-filled female anthro into her stomach prematurely. So Harleen was drawn in. For quite some time Ilene sucked on Harleen's obese form, back and forth. Eventually Ilene couldn't wait any longer, spitting Harleen out. Her wolves put Harleen's resized uniform on her, and then presented her again to Ilene. This time Ilene swallowed her for good.
Harleen was rapidly sucked down Ilene's enormous mouth and throat with a series of powerful swallows. The wolf looked really hot with her mouth full of Harleen. Ilene's neck stretched out massively as Harleen traveled through it. With a tremendous thud the tremendous anthro pig landed in Ilene's hugely stretched stomach. The wolf screamed in ecstasy as the flavor of the ludicrously fat female pig hit her. "How can anything so bad taste so good?" the wolf, now in throws of primordial gluttony.
Harleen was easily the best meal Ilene had ever tasted: well-cooked, well-fattened, and exquisitely well-seasoned. Ilene had also never been this full before, and it felt wonderful. The thought of having Harleen within her turned her on enormously. Within Ilene's stomach, Harleen was more aroused than ever. Although Harleen couldn't see or feel (pain-wise) it, the waist-height digestive juices were causing her lower body's toasted skin to slowly turn red and then blacken.
Soon the bottom half of her was beginning to dissolve. Harleen was melting away, and she loved every minute of it. She moaned and squealed as enzymes went up her butt and cunt, slowly turning her insides into digested matter. The process was slow but inexorable. Eventually her lower body was so thoroughly digested that it collapsed, causing the rest of Harleen to be submerged into the digestive juices. Her head was swiftly enveloped in the fluids, and she orgasmed just as the enzymes ate her brain.
And then Harleen's immortal soul left its now empty body behind, and for a second the self-loathing hit Ilene like an axe to the head. But she could not show weakness before the pack. The acids caused Harleen's mascera, which had already been running because of the oven's heat, to melt off rapidly. Then Harleen's face turned brilliant red, and then a deep black, then became liquid. Harleen's body frame soon collapsed completely, her insides going not long afterwards. With nothing to hold it together save the outfit, Harleen's blackened body dissolved. Inside Ilene's stomach, the various digested pieces of Harleen circled about. She masturbated as her hugely stretched body was thrown about by her prey's remnants shaking her mass.
Harleen's remains were soon sent out of Ilene's stomach and into her powerful intestines. "MMMMM....." Ilene moaned, massaging her butt as the next feeling hit her even harder. Now Ilene's lower body was being stretched out as her muscles began to compress Harleen's digested form into a solid mass. Ilene could feel it happening: Harleen's turd-di-fication. The process bloated her lower form out, she felt the turd forming. And Harleen gave her ultra-gas, and the farts Ilene let out as she lifted her tail were the largest in history. Ilene moaned without shame as she savored the sensation of its construction within her framework, the way the flatulence shook her anus like a vibrator on max.
And the farts kind of smelled like Harleen no less. Within Ilene's intestines, Harleen was becoming the most well-formed and largest turd ever. Ilene could feel it throughout the whole time. Finally the turd was formed. Now Ilene felt it passing through her system. The Harleen turd soon reached her ass, which felt enormously inflated in a short amount of time. Ilene was going out of her mind with the sensation of ultra-constipation.
Ilene flipped and flopped, straining with enormous effort to get that gi-normous Harleen turd out of her, expelling an unbelievable amount of super stinky gas. When Ilene farted for real she could could really fart. She almost got high off her own fumes. Ilene pushed and pushed and pushed, her astonishingly enormous anus strained away. Gradually after plenty of farts the incredible smelly turd started to emerge. The stench turned Ilene on enormously, but she couldn't really see the digested Harleen. The fumes made her high and stupefied-looking as she breathed it all in. Ilene's asshole just barely expelled that huge piece of poop, she orgasmed fiercely from the pain.
Ilene looked at her Harleen turd: an enormous well-formed piece and incredibly smelly, complete with plenty of fragments of Harleen's clothes. The mass of excrement was the size of a bus. Ilene's butt was covered with Harleen poop, especially around the tail and the inner of her cheeks. She looked at it, the smell driving her mad, and then she masturbated all that pent-up desire out before the turdified Harleen. Her asshole was pink, sore, throbbing, and puffed out. Overwhelmed with emotion as her juices splattered out of her and soaked her paws, the wolf sank to the ground. She finally turned to look at it, and another desire began to overtake her in spite of herself.
Part of herself wanted to stop this whole thing, part of her asked why did she do what she did...but she shrugged it off. Even the huge obesity that would strike her later (usually within 20 to 40 minutes) as her body began to really process all that pig meat she could live with. Ilene was what she was and she knew it. It was just something she would have to live with, and her other side took over. The lust consumed her. For the longest time, she waited....and then....for reasons she has never understood not the first time she'd done it nor any of the other subsequent times...the depraved female wolf pack leader mounted herself atop the Harleen turd and began thrusting.