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In between choking down bites of bland potatoes Thursday evening, I fantasized about kidnapping an unsuspecting longpig. Imagine your surprise if at the end of our Tinder date I invited you inside, only for you to step into my elaborate trap? As the cage gate closed itself, you’d ask me “what the fuck is going on here?” And, of course, I’d just laugh at your terror.
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You were like a rat following the pied piper to your doom, lured as always by the prospect of pussy. But why be a rat when you can be my prize long pig hog?
To me, femcan Mistress phonesex means satisfying my appetite for your meat. Personally, I find cock meat a little overrated. No matter how well-endowed you are, it’s basically cartilage. This vore fetish Mistress wants something tastier. Your thigh or breast meat will be delicious once I’ve given you the foie gras treatment. Open your mouth, here CUMS the funnel. You thought you were stuffed after your family Thanksgiving. Ha. You don’t even know what being “full” means yet.
After a couple of weeks of your grueling new reverse diet regimen, it’ll be time to start prepping your meat. I’ll shave you completely and give you one last shower with an extra-special apple cider vinegar rinse. Then it will be time for your rub down. I need to tenderize your meat, so I’ll give you a full-body massage with the highest quality olive oil. This tenderization will include intra-cavity tenderizing as well, of course. Finally, it’s time for you to marinate overnight. I’ve prepared a lovely marinade of tamari, miso, maple syrup, rosemary, sage, and thyme. Hop in, my precious turkey!
Our femcan Mistress phonesex will end with you on the dinner table.
Perhaps you’re the kind of long pig who is eager and willing. Maybe you have a force-feeding fetish. Or maybe you’re a smart boy and know that men are useless unless they are being used for meat. All the better. You’ll beg for more food after you’re completely stuffed. And every day, your excitement for your big supper debut will grow along with mine. And, of course, along with your increasingly giant belly. You’re fattening up QUITE nicely, aren’t you?
Once you’ve marinated overnight, it will be time to stuff you. We will have already spent months stretching your anal cavity, of course. Day by day, as your stomach, flank, and the rest of your fat body has grown, so has your asshole. The more stuffing, the better during a femcan Mistress phonesex role play. Stuffing is ESSENTIAL, and honestly, it’s my favorite Thanksgiving food.
You are merely a vehicle for stuffing.
I’ve been looking forward to this moment, and so have you. I grab my black latex gloves and begin to fill your stretched anal cavity with as much stuffing as I can. And then, I take my strapon and fuck it in deep. Time for more stuffing. And last but not least, it’s FINALLY time for the oven!
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