You get up out of bed and stretch, touching your toes and reaching for the sky. Like every other morning, you make your way to the bathroom, where you sit down and pee for a minute before taking off your clothes, unveiling a layer of fat which hardly took away from your curvaceous figure. You washed your body off with soap and water before drying yourself off and brushing your teeth in front of the mirror. You combed your light blonde hair to the side, letting off a sigh as you entered your bedroom and put on a white tank top and some yoga pants for your day around the house.
You walk barefoot downstairs, where you have the first tank of women in your living room. Here, hundreds women of all races and ages and sizes waited for your morning arrival. You loom down at your collection of women, and grabbed the loaf of bread. To you, it cost a measly two dollars, but it kept the inch tall pets of yours well fed for the day. You watchas the munch on the bread, as the newer girls hung back and looked up at you in terror. After all, this was just where you kept the good girls.
You walk your way to the kitchen where you opened the pantry and saw that the detention block was looking quite tasty, so you grabbed one of the hundred jars of women and set it on the island. You laughed as they screamed in terror, shutting the pantry door behind you.
"Shouldn't have acted up" you chuckle as you unscrew the old to the jar. You toss them in the pancake mix and set the pan on the stove, watching them scream for the agonizing pain to end. You flip the pancake, and they are silenced however, and you wait it off. You grab the spatula and pull the breakfast off of the pan, setting it on a plate. You look down at the barely alive people, pouring the warm, maple syrup all over them.
You grab a fork and a knife and start at the pancakes, loving the crunch that each woman gave whenever your molars came down upon their tiny delicate feminine frames. You kept munching, listening to the screams and hollers of the unredeemable morsels that were still waiting for their transportation to your gut. You piled the rest of the meal into your mouth before letting off a gulp, amd putting the plate in the dishwasher.
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