“As you’re probably aware, for the past couple of weeks, someone’s been snatching my lunch from the company fridge,” Jo whispered the information to you. “I’ve been putting my name on those lunches, I used locks on my Tupperware, combination locks even, but every time I go retrieve my lunch, someone’s already picked the locks and taken it.”
Jo’s gorgeously enormous belly grumbled, and she moved a plushy hand over the area where the hunger pangs made her wince. You felt that shiver again run through your body down to your loins. “And now I’m starving, wasting away to nothing without my lunches, and you know I gotta have something to eat because of my low blood sugar.”
“Why not have something to eat from here?” You asked.
“Honey, I’ve been going steady on a diet. I’ve been eating healthier so I wouldn’t have to suffer all this unsightly pudge.” Jo grabbed her belly and gently shook it. From here, you could practically hear the liquids sloshing around from the inside. You were so turned on by your boss’s bulging belly that you forgot you wanted to protest her diet. You loved her pudgy belly, and you wanted so bad as to slip inside it.
“Plus there’s the fact that I have low blood sugar,” Jo added, grabbing your attention. “I gotta have something to eat midday or I start getting really hungry. And when I start getting really hungry, I get jittery, and when I get jittery, I get angry, and you really wouldn’t like it when I start getting angry.”
To emphasize on that, Jo angrily slapped her but, sending a couple slight ripples through her abdomen. You were always attracted to Jo in every way possible, but her angry or hangry side was one side you did not want to get on. It was like facing an angry goddess whose wrath was the stuff of nightmares, both for you and anyone bigger than you. In fact, one time a male employee made a spy crack about her weight while she was in earshot and she let him have it so hard, he ran out with his tail between his legs. That’s how Tina was able to get this cashier job in the first place.
This scary side of Jo was more than enough incentive for you to go through with this. “So what do I have to do?”
“The job you have requires your expertise if your size and skill in order to help me catch the culprit,” Jo said in a tone that was like it was the pre-recorded voice giving the missions from the Mission Impossible movies. “You job, if you choose to accept it, is to disguise myself as your lunch and catch the thief in the act. You could possibly eaten in the act, but at least you’ll be inside the culprit. When you do get eaten, you call my phone and we’ll catch the thief. Do you think you can handle it?”
Suddenly, your heart rate rose, spiking your internal temperature and turning your face into a nice shade of vermillion. An all too familiar shudder courses through your entire body and sparkling in your loins. The very thought of getting eaten by one of the hot female employees here turned you on so high, you couldn’t find the right words to say yes. You settled with quick, powerful nods, and squealing a tiny “mm-hmm” instead.
“That’s my girl, you’re always doing your job right, even if you are this small,” Jo said, smiling as she grabbed a locked Tupperware. She inputted the lock combination, unlatched the lock, and opened the lip up to reveal a wrapped half of a grilled chicken sandwich. “This is my lunch for today. It’s leftovers from last night’s dinner, and the thief can’t resist having my food because it’s freaking delicious. It’s only right that you the one to keep a watchful eye for that thief.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you managed to speak right before she unwrapped her sandwich, opened up the top piece of bread, and placed you among the layer of sliced mozzarella atop of grilled red peppers, spinach, chicken... oh what the hell, that sounded delicious! You laid down on your stomach where your body was
“Good luck, Tina,” Jo whispered. “I’ll see you on the other side.” With it, your big, beautiful, and very bootyful boss gently placed the top layer of bread coated with pesto aioli in top of you. She gently wrapped you and the sandwich up into darkness, placed you back in the Tupperware, locked it, and took you to the break room. You felt the sway of the giantess’s walking pattern as she took you to the break room and placed you along with her locked-up sandwich in the fridge. With a resounding slam beyond the darkness, you were firmly placed inside the dark, cold refrigeration unit.
This was surreal, you thought. Trapped in a cool darkness in between the bread slices of Jo’s homemade cooking. You always admired her cooking since you were younger, surpassing even that of your mom’s cooking, but now you were part of it. Your entire body stuck in half of the sandwich your sexy boss grilled last night for supper, trapped in the darkness of the fridge’s interior, waiting for the thief to open up the outside door, bypass the lock system, and try to take a bite of the sandwich with you inside.
Taking a big of the part of the sandwich with you into her mouth... her warm, humid, sexy mouth... moist with wet, rancid drool... her adamant cage of teeth... and her big, moist spongy tongue...
You felt your hand move down your body and slide into the front of your pants. The very thought of being eaten stirred your loins, so you moved your hand under your underwear and touched your lips, gently rubbing it with your fingers. You used to fear being eaten after the first time when my you were younger, but now you love it!
You want it more than anything else in the world. You wanted a sexy giantess like your mother, your neighbors, your boss, even your wicked stepmother to take you and swallow you down and imprison you in their stomach. Today, you would possibly have that wish granted. You would be eaten inside Jo’s sandwich, swallowed down that tight, moist hot esophagus... squeezes down by tight peristalsis as the muscles of her throat forced you down... down... down through a tight puckered hole, and into the boiling, groaning fleshy chamber of her stomach... trapped inside that muggy darkness of the giantess’s body... splashing among the hot juices and mushy digesting food... never to see the light of day outside of the giant’s body ever again...
Those erotic thoughts prompted you to rub your crotch faster and faster. You felt something stiffen in your crotch. A tiny bit of slime coated the tips of your fingers as the stirring in your private area grew more intense, and intense, and intense, until it felt like the dam would burst, giving a new flavor to this half of Jo’s sandwich!
Unfortunately, all good things came to a premature end when you heard the sound of the fridge door opening. A bit of light peered through the cracks of the wrapper. All of a sudden, you felt a sense of vertigo as you and the Tupperware was lifted up and placed onto the nearby table of the break room. The locks caging your plastic prison were steadily broken, the sound of the sealed Tupperware lid was popped off, you were lifted upwards once again, and the wrapper was carefully unwrapped by the giant culprit who eyed the sandwich with hungry glee. You were staring at the giant face of...
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