"...a good meal right now," Mark, the down-on-his-luck businessman sighed. Mark patted himself down, then frowned. "Did I seriously leave my wallet at work?" Mark groaned, still searching frantically. Mark sighed. "Well," he began, "Looks like I'll have to wait until I get home."
"Yoo-hoo!" called a blatantly feminine voice, "Mr. Businessman!" Mark turned around to see a woman who looked to be in her twenties, the same age as Mark, probably. The woman was sexy to say the least, with her D-cup chest and bubbly behind. She had long black hair, deep brown eyes, and a wide impish smile prevalent on her face.
"Uh, er, are you talking to me?" Mark stammered nervously. The woman walked uncomfortably close to Mark. "I heard you were hungry, Mr. Businessman," the woman purred in Mark's ear. "Let me fix that." The woman then pushed Mark to the ground. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Mark shouted. The woman climbed on top of Mark and straddled him, smiling broadly. "I'm feeding you, Mr. Businessman!" she exclaimed. The woman then shoved her hand into Mark's mouth.
"Mmmmmph?!?" Mark mumbled. The woman continued to smile, keeping her hand wedged in between Mark's lips. Mark tried to struggle, then paused. Due to the fact that the woman's hand was shoved so deeply into his mouth, Mark's tongue was forced to press against the woman's fingers. To Mark's surprise, the woman's fingers tasted like tomato soup! "Mmmmm?" Mark murmured, confused. "There we go!" the woman sang, her wide grin still apparent on her face. It was then that Mark noticed something. The woman's arms seemed to be melting into a red sort of liquid.
"Whoops!" the woman chirped, "Nearly forgot!" The woman then began to strip. "Mmmmm?!" Mark mumbled through the soup in his mouth (as a side note, this was really good soup). "What did you expect?" the woman said, "I'm giving you a meal, aren't I?" Mark paused. A meal? Didn't he just wish for a meal?
By this point, the taste of tomato soup had disappeared and the woman was completely nude. "Now for the second course!" the pointedly armless woman chirped happily. With that, the woman stuck both of her feet into Mark's mouth. "Mmmmmmm?!?" Mark murmured. Actually, the woman's feet tasted like pasta! Mark automatically slurped up the pasta, enjoying the taste of the meaty sauce that came with it. Wait, where was the sauce coming from? Mark glanced up and immediately saw a brownish liquid seeping from in between the woman's legs. The woman's face had a healthy blush to it, and she periodically pressed her hips into Mark's mouth as well as she could. After about a minute of slurping, the woman lacked both her legs and arms.
"Are you ready for the main course?" the woman asked, smiling broadly. Mark moved as if to try and get up, but the woman managed to shove the remainder of her pelvis into Mark's mouth. "Mmmmmph!" Mark shouted. Then he paused. The woman tasted like roast beef! "Do you like it?" the woman asked, wriggling happily on Mark's face, "'Cause I do!" It should be noted that the woman's torso was now browned, as if she was made of roast beef.
The woman's torso was gone within a matter of minutes. Mark had particularly enjoyed the taste of the woman's breasts, the tender meat easily pleasing the businessman's palate. Finally, only the woman's head remained. "Hope you saved room for desert!" the woman said, rolling her head towards Mark's mouth. Mark managed to get out a "H-hey, w-wait-!" before the woman shoved her head into his mouth. She tasted like a warm slice of apple pie. "He-he-he!" the woman giggled as she disappeared down his throat, "Hope I tasted good!"
Mark lay where he was for a few minutes, soaking wet from rain and covered with the remains of the woman that had just shoved herself into his mouth. He felt pointedly full. "What the hell just happened?!" he blurted aloud.