The clock overhead rang with a loud piercing noise, deeming that the time had now struck noon. DeLoop had been waiting since early morning for a delivery of groceries to arrive, so that he could begin his morning routine of eating a scrumptious breakfast, mixed with assorted breads and a bit of tea on the side. However, the carrier was running late, leaving him to wallow in hunger and frustration as he awaited the arrival. Hunger was besting him, causing disillusions to spring forth from all corners of the room he inhabited.
“I am so hungry,” he whispered softly under his breath, wishing for a relief from this chamber of torment he resided in.
A door from across the room slowly opens, a creaking noise that echoed throughout the small dorm apartment. Sambohh appears from behind the closed door and walks into the small kitchen area, stretching periodically as she made her way. DeLoop was bewildered by how someone could be sleeping so long on such a tragic day as this, however Sam wasn’t the one having to worry about starvation.
“Mornin’,” said Sam as she opened the fridge door, cold air drifting slowly out of the sealed chamber. Rummaging through the fridge, Sam pulls out a small container of chicken and a jar of mayonnaise and places them on the counter with a loud thud. Her horse tail swayed side-to-side in delight of the found objects and she began rummaging through the cabinets for other assorted goods she could use to create a fine delicacy for her meal.
Jealousy had befallen poor DeLoop, drool gently escaping the corner of his lips and onto the floor. He shifts his weight, having a PMV on his screen that he was attempting to work on while waiting for his groceries. The world was becoming bothersome and the tingling within his stomach only furthered his unnatural behaviors.
Closing the cabinets softly, Sam begins putting together the equation she had made for herself. “Bread… Mayo… Chicken… Some crisps… Yes this will do!” she exclaimed with glee. Thus the work of adding the formula together had begun, mixtures of chicken being layered upon a slice of bread, mayonnaise being whipped around without a care in the world, with some of it landing on the counter surface, and the final piece of bread to finish the entire piece of art.
DeLoop watched in awe as the delectable creation was being constructed infront of him. He himself wished it was he who was having such a delight within his wake, his stomach growling with a yearning for such a satisfaction. A bit of the mayonnaise dripped from the side of the sandwich and landed onto the small paper plate, sending DeLoop’s heart aflutter with lust.
“Oh, I forgot to freshen up,” Sam stated, paying no mind to the drooling DeLoop whose eyes had gone dull with hunger, “I’ll be back in just a moment, can you watch this for me?”
Making her way to the bathroom, Sam left her sandwich alone to be at the mercy of DeLoop. His emotional stability had left him, and his body began shifting towards the vulnerable layered beauty. As he approached, he could smell the essence of mayonnaise and the saltiness of the crisps that laid scattered amongst the plate, cushioning the side of the sandwich like a blanket.
Lifting his body onto the table, he looked down at the finely cut bread, no undesirable crusts and with a symmetrical cut coming down the center to create equal portions. Never had DeLoop found himself so entranced by food before, nor would he assume it would be his last. Leaning down he cushioned his chin against the soft bread and let out a soft sigh of enjoyment at the cool touch it provided him. He wanted it inside him…
His mind slipping out of consciousness, his body takes over and works to fulfill his inner desires. Softly, he begins licking the upper portion of the sandwich, bits of bread crumb layering his tongue. Shifting his weight forward he licks a little more aggressively, slowly slipping his tongue underneath the upper portion and into the thick creamy mayonnaise that laid underneath. He enjoyed the different sensations that now filled his entire being, his heart thumping loudly within his chest.
A bit of chicken finds its way onto his tongue, causing him to freeze for just a moment. Was it alright for him to be doing this? The answer came to him as the mayonnaise began to shift from gravity and squeeze his tongue. To him it was like licking the finest pussy he had ever came across, and he wasn’t about to stop halfway through the act. His inner stallion began to find itself curious about the world, and began extending itself outward.
DeLoop became embarrassed, but at the same time he brushed it off, not worrying about the little details. The thick milky cream layered onto his face as he ripped into the sandwich without hesitation, sending bits of bread and chicken in multiple directions. His body became warm, while his insides felt the cooling sensation of a well-constructed meal entering its core.
He was at a loss, his mind stirred and he began to munch vigorously into the breading and down into the pieces of chicken that layered underneath. Suddenly a loud thud came from the room next to him, he found himself in a panic and fell backwards onto the floor pulling the sandwich and other assorted items on top of him.
DeLoop now laid covered in mayonnaise and crisps, the bit of sandwich that was left resting on his chest. He blushed and began rubbing himself softly, moaning at the sensations he was having. Munching into the bread and stroking himself, he was lost within passion. A light flush of red covering his face.
He could feel a trembling within his loins as he released a little mayonnaise of his own, covering himself completely in a thick creamy mess that he never thought would occur on such a day as this. He tuned out the rest of the world, he bit into the final piece and swallowed it down, letting out a loud sigh of relief from his hunger settling.
Sambohh stood in the doorway of the bathroom, her mouth wide open in horror of what she had witnessed occurring. Her muscles seized and felt as though they were lead weights, keeping her from moving in any direction to get away from the scene.
DeLoop tilted his head and noticed Sam in the door way, with his mind empty from his happiness, he whispers under his breath, “It was delicious.” He then gently falls asleep, letting the mess rest upon him.
