John watched on as Taylor sat there tossing his best friend about her mouth. Saliva smacking against her lips and Mike filled the sound barrier of the room.
"STOP! TAYLOR PLEASE! DON'T EAT HIM!"
"BITCH! I DARE YOU TO EAT ME! YOU DON'T HAVE THE GUTS!
John heard his friend dare her to eat him. "His ego never quits." John thought.
In that moment, Taylor then paused. GULP.
A sigh of relief and pleasure came from Taylor as Mike was pushed down into the depths of her body; she could hear him curse her all the way down.
John froze as Taylor's gaze locked on him.
"You must think I'm a monster John." She said to him in a now depressed voice.
"You...you ate him." John replied still in shock.
Taylor than began to cry. "I'm sorry OK! Its just....I have always dreamed of this day since..forever. *sobs*.......do you know why I never hang out with many people John? Because, If I spend much time with them, this..fantasy creeps its way into my head with them in it. I feel like a freak."
John just stood there and watched this giant woman cry over devouring his best friend. He actually felt bad in a way. After all, he was always shy with women, because he didn't want anyone to know of his love of feet.
"You probably don't understand any of this do you *sobs."
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