Kneeling on the floor naked as the day I was born, soothing Beethoven playing in the background, pigtails a mess, and slop scooped into a bowl being raised to my lips. Vegetable peels, natto, and noodles dangle over slender fingers, slicked with bean-goo and condimental lube before being shoveled into my garbage-receptacle of a mouth. I try to chew and swallow, but the earthy tones of the peels and intensity of the mayo are too much and it all drools back out over my chin and joins the rest of the mess on the tarp. A tarp that was a virgin until now and the only virgin featured in this video. I did eat the noodles, even from the creases of my stockings as I cleaned. MSG is a godsend of flavor, even in the aftermath of depravity.

The video ends. Life goes on. I go to work, breath reeking of raw leeks and a crust of everything I fucked up my cunt leaking into a fresh pair of underwear while I meet with clients none the wiser of my perversions. The house stunk when I got back of fermented soybeans and mayo.

You may be wondering how I got here, a mess, humiliated, and somewhat sated. Or maybe why I post nudes and fetish porn online. To answer the latter, the risk gets me off and getting others off just milks my arousal more. It feeds into my pleasure in an addictive loop and I don't want to stop. As for the former, rewind a minute and I'm stripped of my trashed thigh-highs in a too-short dress and drenched in my lunch. Eggshells, tofu, and seaweed stick to the light grey fabric and white chiffon sleeves. Giggling, I peel my ruined panties off my head and wipe the saturated fabric all over my face. The three leeks I decimated get sucked off and macerated between my teeth before spitting them out into the slop pile. Bon Appetit.

Go back in time more to an egg cracking and yolk dripping down my grinning face of accomplishment. Or further to dumping a pot of miso soup over myself. Or the leeks. Leeks everywhere. Full colonoscopy, ass to mouth, and even two up my cunt at one point. The first to slide into my rectal depths hangs limp from my mouth like a bit gag to muffle the wide-eyed screams emanating from the savory defilement by me, for me, and dreamed about by me until I cum with glistening brown BBQ all over my front.

And before the full-on debasement served on a savory platter, there was lunch. Somewhere. But I needed to know how it felt to be lunch. To become one with it. To rub noodles all over my dress, sandwich them in my panties. To massage slippery natto into my face and hair and over my exposed thigh-flesh in thread-like strings. To smash tofu between stocking-clad toes. And literally everything goes in my mouth. Or before even that. Standing with food lined up and mixing each and every packet of natto. Just an innocent cooking show like so many I've devoured before. Just wishing I could be mixed in with all the colorful ingredients while my own sauce trickles out. All to whet an appetite that I've come to accept will never go away.