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FIFTY SHADES OF NUGS.
I scowl with frustration at myself as i look at the tantalising limp body of the deceased chicken, slowly moving along the conveyor belt, it's moist body strapped down with dark leather straps.
It nears the grinding machine and the buckles unclip themselves and the cold meat sack falls into the grinder, getting crushed and cut, and being shaped into a sphere before getting pressed flat.
I lick my lips, struggling to deny my desire to reach out and stroke the newly made nugget.
I follow the single nugget along the conveyor my eyes glistening with desire. Eventually my urges became too much and I slipped the uncooked white morsel into my pockets
A/N - Thanks for reading it means the world to me:)
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FIFTY SHADES OF NUGS
RomanceAn erotic FanFiction about the relationship between a factory worker and a chicken nugget.
