Illusion by LunaRolexLer

ItchIO - Steam

Mathew slowly regained consciousness, clearing his throat when he got the chance. He was somewhere he had never been before, a large kitchen. He could hear someone moving around, putting together a meal of some sort.. However, he couldn't see her at all... Until she was pretty much right on top of him. Anon's left foot came down next to Mat's body, nearly crushing his arm as she set the uncooked pizza down atop the stove. She was busy getting everything together, too busy to look down and see the little human below.

His heart pounded. He was close enough that her skin was touching his hand. Just a little closer and she would have crushed his palm entirely. He was so close he could even smell the light scent of her sweat. It wasn't that she was unhygenic, it was simply more potent at his size. Then, she shifted her stance. Her foot slid over his tiny body, placing him right beneath her arch as she stood. Her heel was lifted though, keeping her skin hovering just over his nose. The smell was intoxicating to the little one, paralyzing even. He was simply waiting for her foot to come down, the inevitable crushing of his little body beneath her as she casually created her meal.

Her skin did come down. It pressed onto his little body, forcing the air from his lungs as his skull was slightly deformed to the pressure. However, that was far from the end... She felt him beneath her and lifted her foot off of his little body immediately, thinking he might have been a bit of fallen food.

"Fuck..." She grunted to herself, looking down to see Mathew's quivering little body. She crouched to pluck him from the floor, rolling him into her hand. He was still paralyzed, he could hardly breathe let alone speak. She examined him, tilting her head a bit before she spoke again - mostly to herself.

"What the fuck is this shit? Damn..." She said, her fingertip rolling over his arousal. He couldn't move much, and she didn't notice his expression change. "Haha! This fucking toy has a hard-on?"

With this discovery, she gently nudged at the arousal. He was helpless to do anything in her palm, trapped within his own mind as more and more pleasure washed over his diminutive form. After a few seconds of toying with the tiny object, Anon got a fairly devious idea... The alarm went off for the oven, which was now at the perfect temperature to cook her pizza.

With a devious smile, Anon brought Mathew over to the cold pizza she had been making herself. It wasn't store-bought, so the sauce was a bit thicker and less frozen than a run-of-the-mill pizza from the freezer isle. Mathew watched as the sauce came to him, his face becoming burried in it as his front - and arousal - pressed into the red sauce. She casually sprinkled some cheese over his back to help cover him a bit, making sure that he was a little harder to spot.

"I can't wait to see Nawara's face when she bites into melted plastic..." She giggled, before depositing the pizza into the oven.

Mathew was disabled. The pleasure from her fingertip had taken a toll on his little body, as well as his natural recovery time after 'Spawning'. He wasn't deprived of air since his face was rotated just enough so that he could breathe through the sauce. It was hot though - The temperature of the area jumped up enough to make breathing difficult... As the door shut behind him, he was trapped... The moment sweat came from his little body due to the heat it evaporated nearly instantly. The sauce slowly heated around him until the point where he felt his skin begin to burn. His back cooked first, the heat radiating through his body. Organs began to shut down, cooking to the point where they could no longer function.

It was a slow, painful death... However, even when his heart stopped his spirit still lingered. Whoever was in control of his life at this point did not want him to leave his torture just yet. Time passed, the longer he stayed there the more he cooked into the meal... All of his senses still functioned perfectly - especially touch and pain.

Then, the door opened.

Anon pulled the pizza out of the oven and set it aside, quickly running the pizza roller over the beautiful pie she had created. She was careful not to cut Mathew in half, taking note of how well he cooked into the food. Nawara likely wouldn't even notice the toy in her meal! She slid the pizza onto a cooler pan before pulling the slice Mathew was on up from the rest of the pie. Anon offset the piece so that Nawara would naturally pick it over the others...

Hot grease covered Mathew's poor little body. If he were human, he would have died long ago in the oven... However, he was now part of this meal - for better or for worse. He couldn't move his body even if he wanted to, he couldn't even breathe. All he could do was see, feel, and hear. There was nothing else in his life at this point that could help him out of this situation, even if he was found - he was simply a piece of cooked humanoid meat now.

He wasn't even human enough for it to count as cannibalism.

"Hey Nawara!" Mat heard as he was brought through the living room. He couldn't see who it was, but he recognized her name... The same girl he had been trapped with a few lives ago, he was destined to be killed by her once more. "Want some pizza?"

"Hell yes! I'm STARVING. All the other food here tastes like shit and ass..." Nawara said, plucking the slice Mathew was on up. Her thumb pressed directly into the back of Mathew's skull, forcing his face deeper into the hot sauce and away from any air. "Thanks!"

Anon chuckled, watching as Nawara took the right slice. She had no idea Mathew was sentient from the get-go, she was just doing this to trick Nawara into eating a toy. The two went over to the nearby couch and sat down to eat - Anon taking her own slice of the pizza that was not contaminated with 'Plastic.'

"It was too much to eat for me anyway." She said with a dark smile...

Mathew couldn't hear much of what was going on. He could feel Nawara's thumb pressing on his skull, he could feel the weak, cooked bone of his skull splinter with a light 'squish'. That wasn't the end of him though, he was trapped by something far more devious... As her thumb moved off his head, he was forced to look down his body to the pointy tip of the pizza. It disappeared quickly into Nawara's maw, being ripped off beyond her lips...

He watched as she ate, the space between him and her teeth disappearing with each passing second before she finally bit into him...

His ankle disappeared behind her lips, her teeth ripped his feet off in a single bite. They came off with relative ease, and he could feel them. Even detached from his body, he felt them in her mouth. As she chewed, he could feel them crush and flatten into the mass of pizza and saliva before slipping down her throat to be digested away. Anon watched, making sure not to be too obvious of her invested interest in Nawara's meal. the next bite was more devastating to Mathew.

Her lips came down in the middle of his back, cutting him off at the abdomen. Her incisors sliced him in two, leaving his cooked intestines to hang off the edge of the pizza slice. Nawara was too invested in a television screen to notice him or his plight though. He could feel as his body was destroyed, smashed into mush as she chewed him into paste.

"Woah." Nawara said with a chuckle, "This pizza tastes awesome. It's like, sweet too! Reminds me of strawberries, but it's kinda not. What kind of topping is this?"

"What?" Anon said, actually somewhat shocked as she watched Nawara bite into the pizza again.

This time, she saw Mathew completely disappear into her mouth. As Nawara chewed, she felt the 'Topping' slide between the back of her teeth. Mathew watched helplessly as her molars came down, crushing him in a painful splatter - releasing the sweet tasting blood cooked to perfection.

"It's really good!" Nawara replied, tasting that 'Topping' again as Mathew's crushed up body mixed into the mash of pizza and saliva.

"Uh... Yeah..." Anon said a bit nervously, "I meant to do that, for sure. You sure that doesn't taste... Plastic-ey?"

"Plastic?" Nawara replied, shaking her head. "No, it's sweet and like... Savory and shit."

"Huh..." Anon said as she continued to eat her own pizza. "Whatever then. Guess it was just a candy person or something."

"Candy person?"

"Never mind! Glad you like it!... I think..."