Bucky's

Chapter 7: Fatal Ingestion

WARNING: This chapter contains extreme gore and fatal hard vore! Skip if you are squeamish!

"We've seen those customers come in before," Nutmeg explained to Patty, hopping from one foot to the other with nervous energy. "They are extremely savage and violent with how they eat their human entrees. It was horrid to see last time. I guess they're some of the lucky few rich enough to be able to afford fatal ingestion. Unfortunately for us."

Patty didn't want to behold these two people, whom she had just spoken with the prior evening, getting killed, but she couldn't not watch either. The whole situation was just too horrible to fathom. She couldn't wrap her head around the concept or believe any of it was real. She was still waiting to wake up from her phantasmagorical nightmare. She'd find herself back in her own apartment, safe and sound, never having seen a Giant in her life, next to her boyfriend, who of course would never have abandoned her. Nor would she have gone to jail, or wrecked her car, or lost her job, or had anything to do with her roommate. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass and sighed. She wanted it all to just go away.

She was jerked back to reality when Nutmeg shrieked, "There they are!" The waitress hustled out of the kitchen, balancing one plate on each hand. Apple was seated on a rack of ribs, smothered in barbeque sauce, with a side of mashed potatoes. Chuck Roast was on the other plate, nestled in between tomatoes, bacon bits, and croutons in a salad and drenched in dressing. They both looked genuinely terrified, their eyes darting about wildly for some way out.

When the waitress set the plates down on the table, both humans tried to make a break for it, in a last-ditch effort to survive since they had nothing to lose. Their efforts were in vain. The Giantess stabbed Chuck Roast clear through his leg with her fork, pinning him on the edge of her dish. He screamed in pain and she giggled as his blood drained into her salad. She dragged him back into the salad, mixing him up in the leaves to spread around his blood. She picked him up with the fork, dangling him from his skewered thigh, and bit into his flesh, ripping off his other leg with her teeth and chowing down on it while he pleaded through tears and agonizing screams for clemency.

Apple was not harmed right away; rather, the Giant dragged her back with his fingers. He wanted to torment his prey first, so he started with the rack of ribs, shredding the meat off the bones and slapping them down on the plate. Whenever Apple tried to run, he whacked her hard back to the center with one of the rib bones. Battered and bruised, Apple eventually stopped trying to run. The Giant licked sauce off his fingers, raising his eyebrow as Apple trembled uncontrollably on his plate. He leaned over her with menace and snatched her with both hands, holding her just like he held the ribs before. He began tearing the meat off of her own much smaller ribs, cracking through a few like they were nothing more than toothpicks. He sank his teeth into her thighs and calves, stripping the bones of their fleshy exterior. Blood spattered his cheeks and crisp suit, but he hardly seemed to care or notice. Apple's shrieks reached a fever pitch, and the Giant shoved what was left of her entirely into his maw, grinding her into a pulp before swallowing. He smacked his lips with satisfaction and grinned at his partner with bloodstained teeth, then wiped his crimson chin and lips off with a napkin.

While he was eating Apple, the Giantess had continued to dismember Chuck Roast, limb by limb. She sliced open his belly with her fork and scooped out his entrails with the prongs, mixing them into her salad. Chuck Roast was delirious and nearly dead by this point, so she took the fleshy shell of the man and slurped it into her mouth, chewing him vigorously with her teeth before gulping the mutilated carcass down her throat. She kissed her Giant lover, her eyes shining, and left a scarlet outline of her lips on his cheek. She enjoyed the rest of her blood-soaked salad with more dainty bites while he wolfed down the remainder of his ribs and mashed potatoes.