Jesse looks at the two huge clowns, whose names he still doesn't know. He looks at the table in front of them. There is no room for a third person to sit. They don't even have any plates in front of them. They're asking for a volunteer instead of a contestant or challenger. He doesn't know what they have in mind, but he has a suspicion he'd be volunteering to be what they ate in their eating contest, and he doesn't want any part of that.
He looks back at Crispy's deep frying stand. She's smiling at him, waiting, beckoning him closer, tugging at him with her otherworldly presence. The batter, egg wash, and basting brush are still there. He can hear the sizzling of the fryers. He knows exactly what she will do to him if he goes back to her. She's promised it won't kill him, but can he trust that?
No more or less than he can trust anything else here, he supposes. Maybe slightly more than the two clowns in front of him now, because she's at least been upfront about what she intends for him.
Jesse turns back to the two clown competitors. He blushes and says, "I'm really sorry, but I promised Crispy over there that I'd, um, this sounds stupid, but that I'd let her ... fry ... me, and ..."
"Oh, darn!" says the left clown.
"Well, that's a shame," says the right clown.
"But there's always next time!"
"Yes, there's always next time!"
"You'll just have to come volunteer with us after she's done with you!"
"In fact, we hope you do go! We love how she seasons her food!"
The clowns wave goodbye and blow kisses at Jesse, and he feels compelled to turn back to Crispy and walk towards her stand. She opens the side of the booth to let him in, then lifts him up and sets him on the countertop and has him lie back down.
"Didn't feel like entering the contest?" Crispy says, amused, as she stirs the batter again.
"It, um, it didn't seem ... safe," Jesse says, blushing.
Crispy nods her head as she starts to coat Jesse in batter. "That makes sense, that makes sense. Those girls have a big competitive streak, you know. They can be really rough with the competition. And with the volunteers, too." Jesse coughs a bit as Crispy slathers his face and nose with batter. He gasps and tries to keep his dick under control as she slowly, sensuously brushes his dick and balls, coating them in a thick layer of fry-batter and egg wash. He is compelled to stay and let her prepare to cook him alive, but he is still terrified and starts to cry.
Crispy notices his fear. She seems quite pleased about it, actually. "It's just sinking in now, isn't it?" She flips Jesse onto his side and batters up his back and butt, still compelling him to not move and to take it all. "You're just now thinking about how hot the fryer is going to be. About what it's going to feel like to go in. How much it's going to hurt. You're wondering if you'll really survive it. You're wondering if I'm going to eat you, or maybe if I'm going to feed you to one of the twins over there. I love it."
Crispy turns the fryer to full blast and continues to chat as it heats up.
"Well, you are going to get fried, and it is going to hurt worse than anything you've felt in your entire life," she says cheerfully. "I probably will eat you instead of sharing you, because you came to me first, and then you came back, so I figure that gives me dibs. I'm not sure whether you'll be awake when I eat you, but if you are, that will hurt even more. And after that, like I said, you'll be right back here, because we won't let you get away that easily."
The fryer beeps. It's ready. Crispy picks Jesse up and dunks him in to cook.
He screams, which is a mistake because it only lets the boiling hot oil into his mouth. He cooks quickly and crisps up deliciously--at least by Crispy the Clown's standards. Mercifully, he passes out in seconds. He doesn't even wake up as Crispy eats him in one sitting, one bite at a time, opening her full mouth as terrifyingly wide as she can.
The camera fades out, then back in again as Jesse rises to his feet, still in Crispy's food stand. He sees her smacking her lips sucking her fingers, and rubbing her belly in satisfaction. She's not wearing anything at all other than the apron and chef's hat. Her white, blubbery skin shakes and pulses in ways that it shouldn't as it processes whatever, or whoever, she just ate. He jumps back when she turns around and waves at him.
"Oh, that was quick!" she says. She points to her belly. "You're still in here, even. Digesting. But by now, I'm guessing you realize that this isn't any normal kind of circus. We can do whatever we want to you, and you can only leave when we let you."
Jesse looks for the exit to the booth, but it's just past Crispy.
"Oh, so eager to leave? Well, that's a pity, because I still owe you a freebie. Heck, I might even still owe you another turn in the deep fryer, we sort of forgot to agree to what you were getting out of me eating you. You might even owe me. I'm not entirely sure."
"You ... you'd eat me again, that fast?" Jesse asks, terrified.
"Oh, Jesse, that's so sweet. I'd eat you all day if I could get away with it! And so would any one of my sisters here. They all know how good you taste now."
Crispy reaches out to Jesse, and when he tries to run her presence instead compels him to walk into her arms and let her set him down on the counter again.
"What should I do with you?" she muses, tracing her fingers across Jesse's naked body. "I could eat you again, or I could give you some tokens for being a good sport, or I could send you over to my sisters over at the eating contest and watch what they can do with you. Oh, this is a tricky one, isn't it?"
She laughs, pretends to think for a moment, and then ...
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