Posted by Clemstra on February 08, 2005 at 01:53:11:
Copyright 2005 - Clemstra
Thank Goodness For - by Clemstra
A breeze moved the hospital gown, going up her
legs and giving her pussy a slight puff. She
wasn't certain how to react as she walked
towards the house.
The pain wasn't as bad now that the medication had
kicked in. Before it was if something had been
clawing from inside her stomach and intestines to
get out. Now she was just a little out of it.
Peg wondered how long the medication would last
to keep the pain at bay.
She probably looked a mess. without a bra her
breasts heavily bounced as she walked. The nice
man from the Arkham city council opened the door
for her. That kind professor from Miskatonic
carried her things in. It was a pleasant looking
brick house, three rooms, kitchen, living
room, 2 bathrooms and a basement. Well groomed
front and backyard, in a laid back middle class
neighborhood of Arkham MA.
Her memory was a little foggy as of late. She
ran her fingers over one of the reddish blonde
ringlets of her hair. Peg's long eye lashes blinked,
trying to get the tired feeling from her hazel eyes.
She licked her cherry lips, absently. Wasn't there
some bad news stories of a house like this? Something
about missing people? Maybe Peg was mistaken.
She was no longer certain of a lot of things and
the Arkham town council was being really nice to her.
They'd paid her hospital bill, and told her
they'd make certain she was taken care of in her
last few months of life.
"Everything will be fine. We'll help you with that
nasty pain your feeling too," the nice woman on the
council had assured her with a pat on the shoulder.
"We've stocked the kitchen with all types of foods,
and we'll check on you each day two or more times,"
the gray haired council man wearing an order of Hauster
pin, told her.
Peg didn't really feel hungry, but maybe just to make
everyone happy she'd try to eat something. They showed
her the house and then left her alone.
Town Meeting: "I can't believe your even considering
putting low income people in THAT house." The professor
from Miskatonic was livid. How many more people had to die,
or disappear before they acknowledged the problem?
"Look, professor we ARE aware of the problem. But from
what you've said the things in this house are NOT sadistic
right?"
Peg was alone now. The house was so quite. It was nice
though. Nice to have a roof over her head. Nice to
be warm and clean. With only a few months to live these
niceties were even more important to her. Dying in
comfort and dignity instead of homeless in an alley
meant a great deal. These people in Arkham were
kind she thought. Not at all like the rumors
she'd heard.
Town Meeting: The professor couldn't believe what he'd
just heard. "What has that got to do with it?"
Council woman amative: "Professor, the people we propose
will live there are DYING and in pain."
She checked the kitchen. Her small feet felt good in
the fluffy slippers they gave her. She was still
wearing a hospital robe so was a bit cold. She
shivered, goosebumps all over her breasts, her arms
and legs. She almost laughed thinking that even her
pussy was probably covered in goosebumps. Her tits
were freezing, hard in a painful way, not arousal.
She'd have to turn the heat up.
Town Meeting: Professor - "and....?"
Council man lenity: "And.... isn't it even more
important for those dying to be without pain
or discomfort?"
She opened the cabinets, solid maple, dark, firm, they
comforted her with images of old style Americana. It
was the home she'd always dreamed of living in as a kid,
and never had. Ironic that as she had so little time
left, now she lived in such a house. Her nails had
been trimmed by the hospital staff, and manicured.
The setting sun gleamed off her nails through the
kitchen window.
Town meeting: Professor: "In this case their lives are also
cut short. Drastically so. Isn't every moment of their
short lives also important?"
Council woman amative: "It is indeed a question then
of quality of life versus longevity. However I
believe they do have a choice. Am I not correct in
that these creatures must be SUMMONED by those they
consume?"
Peg opened the cabinets to find them full of food, much
of which was easy to make. The kitchen had a microwave.
The food was even all name brands. No generic or store
brands. All well known, trusty name brands, many she
remembered from childhood.
Town Meeting: The professor took the sheet on the first
proposed inhabitant for the house. The picture showed
a nice youngish 30 some women with red blonde hair,
hazel eyes and freckles. She was curvy, not a skinny
minney like so many women now a days, but soft and
shapely. She was in hospital robes though and her
records said she had maybe a few months, maybe less.
Pain killers were prescribed, nothing else. There was
nothing more to do, and one doctor had noted the pain
killers wouldn't be enough. She would suffer horribly.
Unfortunately the doctor also noted the FDA would probably
block any further prescriptions.
Council man lenity: "Professor?"
The professor put it down. They were right. If it
were him, he'd rather someone put him in that house,
see he was comfortable, and let him be the one to
summon or not, his own end.
Peg looked, there was Quaker Oats with the friendly Quaker
man's face smiling out at her. Green Giant veggies, Chef
Boyardee pasta. The cleaning products were Mr. Clean
cleanser and Brawny towels. Hungry man dinners and Green
Giant frozen foods. Strange she thought, only brand name
products with male icons.
Town council meeting: "All agreed then?"
Maybe some pasta. The Chef Boyardee canned pasta would heat
up easily in the microwave. She remembered Chef Boyardee
from childhood. The food was pretty good and cheap,
something even her poor family could afford. Memories
of what few good times she could remember tied to the
memories of the smell of Chef Boyardee pasta.
Without realizing it she started to sing "Thank Goodness
for Chef Boyardee."
Town Council Meeting: "Then this meeting of the Arkham
town council is agreed. The house will be for the
terminally ill that we agree will benefit from it. Other
then that the house is OFF LIMITS for ANY other purpose."
As Peg sang "thank Goodness for Chef Boyardee," she started
to feel much warmer. The sun had now set outside, yet
the kitchen seemed to fill with light. In the light
she thought she saw a shadow and from out of it stepped
the life size image of Chef Boyardee. Not the older
man on the can, a younger version. He still had the puffed
up white Chef's hat on, but his starched white Chef's
uniform was open at the top, displaying his chest with
fine soft curly hair. He looked virile, smiling with
passionate lips under a dark mustache.
"Hello peg," he said in a deep slightly accented voice.
His brown eyes seemed to see only her.
I'm hallucinating she thought. Maybe I've passed out
on the kitchen floor.
"If your hallucinating this Peg, shouldn't you at
least enjoy it? Who's being hurt? Shouldn't you
at least have joy in your dreams or imagination?"
He smiled, reached out and stroked her with his
long strong fingers. It felt so good, his hands
on her, massaging deeply, he was warm, he smelled
so nice.
His voice was seductive, as he removed her hospital
robe.
"Your a fine soft plump woman Peg."
"Ahhh, yes, touch me, fondle me," she murmured.
He saw her as a woman, not a statistic, not as
someone dying, but a living woman.
His hands down her shoulders, "I would put you on
my Menu tender Peg."
"Yes, oh prepare me," she found herself whispering.
His hands smoothing the nap of her back, "The right
seasoning my juicy one and your my dinner tonight."
She felt his hands caressing her buttocks, rubbing
enticingly. "Yesss, season me right," she felt
herself growing wet.
He picked her up and placed her on a counter. She
found herself lying back as he stroked, rubbed and
massaged her thoroughly.
"A taste your spiciness first," he spoke huskily.
She felt his tongue licking slowly her vaginal lips,
as his hands massaged and spread her legs far apart.
His tongue worked inward, the rough surface moved
over her clit making her cry out in pleasure.
"Now let's taste your juicy essence," he said with
need.
His tongue in her vaginal hole, moving in and out.
He spread her legs out further, moving her in as
his tongue probed her. The pleasure was so intense,
she felt dizzy trying to catch her breath.
Somehow he was naked now, the soft chest hair brushing
against her as he moved her into position for entry.
His strong hands cradled her head and shoulders as
his legs locked around hers. He entered into her
and she screamed in ecstasy, in and out all the while
his lips and tongue hungrily licking, sucking her
breasts, and nipples. She felt his penis spraying
warmth into her.
Hunger, lust, the two combined. The creature became
the icon of her imagination, taking in her scent. Her
fine nectar, her soft smooth body. Lust and hunger
as one, her pleasure spilling over to it, to him in
waves.
Peg dripped with sweat when they were done. He
smiled down at her.
"How juicy you are, and now much warmer yes?"
"Yes," she smiled up at him.
He massaged and kissed her feet, making her wriggle her
toes in joy. "Now I shall further prepare you for
dinner."
"Hope your hungry for me," she laughed. She felt so
wonderful, so happy. She couldn't remember ever
feeling this sensational.
"Oh, I'm famished for you. There will be no left overs."
He passed his hands over her stomach, she felt
suddenly empty, as if her stomach and intestines
had been cleansed.
"Don't worry my savory morsel, I will fill you soon."
He worked his hands up on her legs, gently making
circles with his fingers as he stroked her. he
commented on the tender quality of her thighs.
As he stroked her vaginal lips, she was certain he
was gently filling her vaginal hole.
"Mushrooms, fine shallots will bring out your flavor,"
he told her.
This had to be a dream she decided, but such a
nice fantasy. She lay back enjoying the sensations
of delight as her vaginal hole was stuffed. She
felt her womb filled, seeing her abdomen rise,
her stomach puff out. It felt good though,
filling some of the emptiness.
"Now for your stomach and intestines." He gently
turned her on her stomach, legs spread wide.
She felt him gingerly stuffing her anus with mushrooms
and scallops, his fingers slowly, tenderly moving
them up her intestines.
Her stomach no longer felt empty, and strangely
she felt stupendously good.
"Now some olive oil, seasoning, and you can nap in
a nice warm place till dinner."
He smiled at her as her turned her face up after he
seemed to screw a carrot in her anus to seal the
stuffing in. He put a large soft tomato in her
vagina, slowly working it in, causing her yet
another orgasm.
She was certain this had to be a dream when with
a dramatic clap of his hands, she floated in air and
was coated with warm, smooth olive oil, and sprinkled
with marjorie, basil, Rosemary and a sweet type
of garlic.
She hadn't realized till she was coated in oil and
herbs that she was totally hairless. When had this
occurred? Oh well, it was a dream after all. She
thought she saw her long curly red blonde hair, her
pubic hair and her fingernails reflecting the light
from the kitchen on an opposite kitchen counter
as she floated down into a gigantic baking dish.
She felt satiny smooth vegetables underneath
as he stood over her with a huge oven pan lid.
"Sleep well now Peg, we will dine together soon, I
don't want to over cook a fine deliciously such as
you." He smiled as he lowered the lid on her.
In the dark she felt the pan being moved, heard
the oven door open and close. It started to
grow warm. It was a good suggestion she thought,
just take a short nap and then they'd have dinner.
She giggled as she thought, that in this dream she
WAS the dinner. She drifted off to sleep, her
dreams were all pleasant ones.
When she awoke her skin was a reddish hue, and he
was covering her in a red sauce.
"Oh thank heavens for Chef Boyardee," she sang to
him one last time. With a smile, displaying
perfect white teeth, he started to dine.
He started on her left hand, he kissed her fingers,
then licked, sucked on them before starting to
hungrily chew the flesh from first one and then
the next finger. He sucked the marrow from the
bone of each finger as he finished. He consumed
her with obvious relish, commenting on her
magnificent flavor.
It's strange she thought, but I'm finding this to be
enjoyable, not painful. Perhaps the dream was tying
the enjoyment and comfort of food to sex and love.
Hadn't her mother and father always tried to keep
her family well fed, even in the worst of times?
Her arms, the creamy upper arms, she moaned in
euphoric bliss as he consumed them. He turned to
her feet, nibbling on her toes, chewing the flesh
from her feet, the calves of her legs. The feel
of his tongue tasting her, his teeth chewing brought
her to the height of rapture.
He teased with his tongue at her vagina, he licked,
sucked and then finally started to slowly, ever
so slowly consume the lips, her mons, nibbled
and sucked away her clit, devoured her vagina.
Peg found herself yelling in sweet surrender,
"Consume me, yes all of me."
She felt his teeth sink into her rump, hungrily
eating her, her stomach and the stuffing, and
then it seemed rapidly he was contemplating her
breasts.
He licked her left nipple till her it stood
out, seeming to call him to ingest her. He
proceeded with ease nibbling away her left
nipple. Like a pastry sweet he partook of
her creamy breasts. the soft flesh, with the
glands, mixed with goblets of fat like butter
or cream. Her other breast went next.
It wasn't long after that he was kissing, then chewing
on her lips. He sprinkled wine and sugar with spice
on her brain. As she looked down, she wondered.
"Am I really dead or is this a dream?" A portal of
light opened and she went through.
In the morning the town council cleaned up, replacing
the food with more name brand products. There were
no bones, hair or nails. Apparently what ever it was
had liked Peg immensely.
The new tenant was a 45 year old man. He was dying in
great pain. He had limited pain medication but that nice
Arkham town council woman had told him it would be all
right. They were so kind in Arkham. If it wasn't for
them, he'd be all alone, dying in poverty and pain.
They even provided him with food. Name brands, which
strangely had only female brand icons on them. Mrs.
Smith pies, Betty Crocker box meals, Mrs. Honey syrup.
He remembered he had fantasies about Betty Crocker as
a kid.
Toward the evening he was starting to feel pain again
as he wondered about fixing something for dinner.
"Betty Crocker, if only you were a real woman and
came for me." As he said that, it seemed so much
nicer and warmer in the kitchen. He was about to
meet his dream woman.