“No! No! No! No! This isn’t happening! This is a nightmare! I’m going to wake up and beside that fat idiot and that big dick bitch! This isn’t real!” Becky had buried her face into Himeko’s stomach fat as they appeared alone in the dark room. They had found themselves suddenly separated from Rei and trapped in a pitch-black room. Himeko held her teacher and cried too. The two of them had no idea what was going on or what had happened to Rei, but they feared the worse. Suddenly the room lit up and they saw where they were.

“A kitchen?” They were surrounded by a normal, vibrant kitchen with a counter, a table, a stove and some cabinets, not what they expected when falling into a dark hole. The student and teacher looked around, seeing nothing amiss, until they noticed a eight foot tall gleaming metal object in the corner.

“What’s that?”

“A meat grinder.” Becky and Himeko jumped back as Ichigo appeared behind them. They gapped at her new size, her bulging new body hidden only under a large white apron that failed to cover her enormous hips or shifting breast. They stared at the fat class rep, a little bit of jealousy running through Himeko at seeing Ichigo get fat so quickly even if she gained the weight from eating their friends. With her trademark empty smile, Ichigo waddled towards the meat grinder.

“The meat grinder is a simple tool to use to make a big chunky meal much easier to swallow. First you drop it into the funnel on the top where razor sharp blades wait to chop the meat down powered by a hand wheel on the side. The meat is broken down further inside and pushed out the bottom into a thick goop that can be easily eaten. Want to see it work?” The two girls shook their head, not wanting to see the giant grinder break down anything. Too bad Ichigo was asking a rhetorical question. “Too bad.”

Ichigo raised her chubby hands and they became chubby tentacles. They lashed out, going for the bigger of the girls. Himeko screamed as she was lifted off the ground, her fat body seemingly weightless. Becky grabbed Himeko’s foot, trying to pull her back down, but Ichigo shook the bratty teacher off with one of her tentacles. Thrown to the floor, Becky watched Himeko lifted high into the air, screaming and crying as she was brought right above the meat grinder. All the colour drained from Becky’s face as she saw Himeko inches from being thrown in.

“Stop! Don’t throw her in! I’ll do anything! I’ll be your slave! I’ll be your sacrifice! I’ll let you be class rep for life! Just don’t hurt her!”

Ichigo paused, her head tilting to the side in an inquisitive manner. “Really?” She asked and Becky nodded quickly. Ichigo thought about it for a moment before shaking her head and dropping Himeko into the meat grinder. “Nope.”

“Himeko!” Becky ran up to the metal death machine and tried to reach her friend, but she wasn’t tall enough to reach the funnel. Her fat friend lay inside, groaning in pain as the shape blades inside cut into her legs and buttocks. Moving slowly she looked over the edge and saw Becky looking up at her with big tears in her eyes. Smiling at her she opened her mouth to tell her she was okay, but instead an ear-piercing scream came out. Ichigo had grabbed onto the handle beside the meat grinder and was turning it, making the blades turn and slicing into like a hot knife through butter. Bones and tendons were sliced as the blades turned and Himeko sank down. She grabbed the edge of the funnel, but the blades kept turning, grinding her flesh and pulling her down. Blood spurted over spraying Becky in the face.

“”Watch out for discharge,” Ichigo warned as she kept grinding down Himeko. The chubby girl screamed as her entire waist was pulled in and the blades hit her stomach. She could feel her organs being torn apart, her life blood dripping out as she was broken apart. Bones splintered and snapped, her once thick legs were now nothing but broken gooey pieces of meat and bone. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she made gurgling sounds as she finally started to expire as the met grinder sent one of her broken ribs into her heart.

Himeko was dead, letting her avoid feeling her breasts get mashed into chunky bits by the grinder. Her head went in last, her cowlick waving around as it went in with one last spurt of blood. Ichigo stopped turning the meat grinder and checked on the hole where the meat comes out. A four foot pile of red mashed up meat sat on the floor, not resembling a human being at all.

“Himeko, did you lose weight?” Ichigo asked the blob sitting on the floor as if she expected an answer. Keeping her eyes planted on Himeko’s remains, Ichigo sent one of her tentacles off around the meat grinder, grabbing Becky’s ankle as she stood beside the death machine with Himeko’s blood dripping from her face. She had broken down after witnessing her friends murder, unable to move or say anything as she witnessed her brutal death. She snapped out of it when she felt Ichigo grab her.

“NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!” Becky screamed and cried, clawing at the floor as she was pulled towards Ichigo. She was tossed at the fat, monster’s feet, right in front of Himeko’s remains. Staring at the pile. Becky felt herself about to throw up, when Ichigo’s long tentacles reached down and wrapped around her neck.

“Still hungry for something sweet? You won’t find anything sweeter then our dear Himeko.” Shaking like a leaf, Becky looked up at Ichigo, not believing what the woman was telling her. Nodding, Ichigo leaned down and whispered one word that made Becky almost faint. “Eat.”

Becky refused to do it, even if she was killed she wasn’t going to commit cannibalism, not like this, not to Himeko. She opened her mouth to beg, plead, say something to make this stop, but the second she opened up two thin tentacles slid into her mouth forcing it open. With her mouth hanging open, Ichigo lifted up a pile of Himeko and shoved it into Becky’s mouth. Massed up flesh, bones and organs slid into her mouth and Becky discovered the true horror of having no gag reflex as the horrible mixture went down her throat in a single gulp. She tried to scream, but Ichigo grabbed some more, shoving it in even harder.

Blood and entrails dripped down Becky’s chin as she was force-fed all of Himeko. The fat went down like jello, easily swallowed without any difficulty, it was the solid bits that bothered her the most. She could feel bones sliding down her throat and fingers. Becky ended up having one of Himeko’s eyeballs rolling around in her mouth before she forced herself to swallow. Throwing it up wasn’t an option. Every time she tried to spit a single ounce of her lover out Ichigo crammed it back in with even more.

Becky’s cheeks bulged as she continued to be force fed until Ichigo slammed her face into the floor to lick up the last remaining bits of Himeko. Becky’s leotard had split open as her stomach distended several feet out, the gooey remains of her best friend sloshing around inside her. Becky wanted to throw it all up, but was afraid Ichigo would make her eat it again. The monster let her go and Becky lied back to rub her overstuffed stomach as it groaned in pain.

“UUUUURRRRPPP!!!”

Her large belch made her whole body shudder and blood splutter from her mouth. Becky was so tired of being scared of watching her students died, right now she hoped Ichigo ended it, just so she could rest.