The supermarket is closest to the school, and you’re too hungry and lusty to walk much further. You set off towards the grocery store at a brisk pace, already dreaming of your next meal. It only takes about five minutes for you to reach your destination, and you step inside. The cashier, a fat middle aged woman who’s apparently just polished off her last customer, greets you.
“Welcome to- GWURRRP- Hallie’s, where everything’s on the menu!” A muffled shout comes from her positively massive belly, and she smirks. “Yes, even you,” she quips. The poor man’s items are still there on the counter, and his clothes are scattered around the register. As she begins cleaning up after her dinner, she says, “Please leave your backpack by the door, you can pick it up when you’re done shopping. You pretend to be nervous, offering her a shaky smile before obeying her request and scampering off into the aisles. Now the hunt begins.
As luck would have it, the place is practically deserted. Besides you, the only other shoppers are a mother and her young son. You spy them walking along the bread aisle, and it’s all you can do not to pounce on the little man. His smell is torturously delicious, and his flesh is just begging for you to fuck it and eat it. You follow them subtly for a while, hoping for a chance to steal him, but it never comes. He’s a well behaved child, and he never leaves his mother’s side once. You clench your teeth in barely contained frustration, and again you consider blowing your cover.
Just as your lustful hunger reaches a near-frenzied state, you hear the front door ring, and you are startled. The receptionist greets the newcomer with a chipper “Hiya, Freddie!” You move closer to investigate.
“Hello, Hallie... I see you’ve had an early supper,” the man was saying as you near the front of the store, staying out of sight. “What’d he do?”
“Not a damn thing,” Hallie responded smugly. “I know it’s easy for you to forget, bein’ protected and all, but we ladies don’t need an excuse to eat ya. It’s just natural.”
“Touché,” the customer apparently named Freddie replies chuckling uneasily. He grabs a shopping cart and headed into the store. You stalk him from one aisle over, staying out of sight while you pretend to peruse the market’s wares. You catch a whiff of him, and you immediately forget the little boy you’ve been hunting. His scent is rich and mature, and you can practically taste him already. You lick your lips and grunt impatiently, resisting the urge to gobble him up straightaway. You sneak along the adjacent aisles as he shops, never getting too close or too far away. Eventually he nears the back of the store, and you prepare to make your move. There’s a little nook in the corner that’s hidden from cameras, and several boys have met their end there thanks to you. Finally, he arrives in that perfect spot, and you quickly make your approach, rounding the aisle and preparing to nab him before he can do anything about it.
But when you see his shopping cart, he’s not with it. You halt in surprise, and look around, frustrated and confused. You turn just in time to see him enter the hallway leading to the bathrooms. You smile and shake your head, unable to believe your luck. There’s a camera above the hallway entrance, but not in the hall itself. You can just wait for him to get done and grab him when he tries to leave the bathroom. Quietly, you walk over to the entrance and walk in as if you were heading to the restrooms as well. You see the men’s bathroom door close and you hear the lock click. You lean against the wall across from it and wait. Your dick throbs in anticipation, and you chew your lip impatiently. At length, the toilet flushes and you hear him wash his hands before finally unlocking and opening the door.
He sees you eyeing him with that meaningful smirk and freezes, eyes wide. “No... wait a min-“ he begins, but the words are hardly out of his mouth before you spring off the wall and shove him back into the restroom, before slamming the door shut and locking it tight. He scrambles away with a gasp, looking afraid, weak, and positively scrumptious. There’s a large tent in your skirt now, and you moan lustfully. You can’t wait any longer, and start towards him menacingly.
“No! St-stay away!” he cries, shrinking against the wall. “Y-you don’t know who my wife is!” You plop down on his lap, seizing his arms and pinning him against the bathroom wall.
“I sure don’t,” you say breathily. “And she don’t know who I am either.” You give him a wink and kiss his lips sloppily, groaning as his magnificent flavor floods into your mouth. He grunts and writhes in protest, but he’s like a child in your hands. Keeping your lips locked on his, you release his hands to take off your clothes, unbuttoning your blouse. He immediately begins pushing and striking you, and you giggle at his futile attempts to stave you off. You pull off your top, revealing your fat boobs, barely contained by your bra, and chubby gut, which growls hungrily. The poor man gives you a hard push and you roll your eyes, retaliating with a cruel backhand across his cheek. He yelps in pain, dazed, giving you time to raise yourself off the ground and tug down your skirt and panties. Your prey looks up and sucks in his breath, stunned by what he sees.
Between your round, jiggling thighs protrudes a sizable, meaty cock, nearly seven inches long and almost two inches wide. Your balls dangle beneath it, each about the size of a fist, still full of jock jizz. You stare smugly down at him, hands on your hips, dizzy with lust.
“Oh my go-“ he gasps, and you take the opportunity to shove your hips forward and ram your dick through his open mouth. He chokes and splutters, putting his hands on your hips in an attempt to push you away. Closing your eyes, you groan throatily as you begin to slide your cock back and forth in his throat, heedless of his garbled protests and feeble struggles.
