Garrett's Feast

Death to Mika!

Unable to reach Cammy through her comm-link, Rainbow Mika continued onward down the hall she’d seen the blonde Brit race through. ‘I never should have let her go alone,’ Mika chastised herself as her heavily fleshed limbs churned madly as she ran.  She knew that Cammy could handle herself in a dire situation, but when the woman hadn’t responded after two hours, it was a pause for alarm. A hundred different scenarios passed through her head as she approached the door at the end of the pathway. Her lover taken captive, tortured for the information she had on Guile’s planned storming of M. Bison’s complex, or with a bullet hole in her pretty head—none of them were good.

 

None of them could match the grisly sight that awaited her when she burst through the door. It was an operating theater, like in the movies. The high ceilings were adorned with bright stage lights, leading her eyes past the Shandaloo soldiers with their cameras rolling, to the far side of the room.

 

To Cammy.

 

Bound, gagged, nude.

 

On her back on a barbeque grill, her screams of pain muffled by the ball gag stuffed between her plump pink lips. Her greasy body bucked and writhed as she cooked; the fat dripping off of her, falling into the coals beneath her, to come back up as flavorful steam. The front of her body was adorned by dark, horizontal scorch marks—her fat, pink tits were a deep red, the browning nipples oozing something sweet and salty from within her boobs. Cammy’s screeches grew in volume as her eyes finally fell upon Mika, her head shaking, trying desperately to get something across to the busty wrestler.

 

‘Hold on, my love,’ Mika blubbered as she was attacked by the soldiers not filming the grisly show the Brit was inadvertently putting on. The got in their blows trying to slow the warrior down; Mika’s were fatal, snapping necks and shoving septum into brains. One unfortunate fellow had his throat ripped out. She didn’t notice—or care—that the men were hewing close to the room’s walls. ‘I’ll get you out of here…’

Another thing Mika missed was the large cage that came falling from a hole in the ceiling; when it landed, it activated mechanisms along the bottom most railing, drilling itself securely to the floor.  The Japanese girl snarled as she put forward a terrifying spin kick, one strong enough to knock the bars loose from the cage holding her…

 

The electric charge going through the bars even penetrated her boots, sending the woman flying across the cage—into the bars on the other end. That shock sent Mika to the mat, screaming curses in Japanese as she lifted herself up to see a pair of soldiers basting poor Cammy, covering her belly, quim and teats with a gooey substance. Cammy had quieted a bit, but it didn’t last long, as the men lifted her up from the grill, only to flip her over and lay the screeching blonde back upon it. The aroma was intoxicating, even to the Brit’s horrified lover. It smelled of rich, honey roasted…

 

‘Mmmm! Fine Pork,’ a mad cackle came from the darkness to Mika’s left, as M. Bison strode towards the mewling meat girl being barbequed. He removed his glove and ran a finger down her back to the top of her medium rare right buttock, collecting the ichor dragged out of the woman’s body and popped it into his mouth. ‘Mmmm, yes, very FINE pork, indeed! A perfect mix of sweet and savory—this whore is almost done!’

 

‘Motherfucker! I’ll kill YOU!!,’ Mika bellowed, the fact that she did not want to get shocked into unconsciousness keeping her from grabbing the bars of the cage.

 

‘No, you won’t—you will do what I want you to do, you fat titted Japanese cunt!,’ M. Bison snarled back. ‘And what I want you to do, dear Mika, is contribute something of worth to me. Sweet Cammy is providing me a fine dinner,’ he sneered, looking back at the weakened woman being cooked like a steak on the grill. His gaze fell upon the wrestler, then to the platform coming out of the floor behind her, ‘and you, you fat cow—will give me a show worthy of it!’

 

‘Show? What the fuck are you talking…,’ Mika shrieked as she whipped her head around behind her…only to feel a burst of pain on her lovely face as the monstrous Blanka backhanded her back into the bars. The shock wasn’t as strong this time, but strong enough knock the girl to her knees. The green beast charged her, snarling and gnashing its teeth—only for the wrestler to kick him in the mouth and send him into the electrified bars.  The charge that went through the beast was just as strong, but it didn't keep him down long he was soon back up and making his way to Mika once more. ‘You want a fight, asshole?,’ Mika snarled, settling into a fighting stance, ‘Fine, you piece of shit—I’ll give you one!’ The former soldier answered the threat when he swung at the almond eyed blonde, too far to land his blow but close enough to grasp the wrestler’s costume and rip it from her.

 

Mika could feel the eyes of the soldiers upon her, taking in the sight of her nude body; her watermelon sized teats jostled around, enjoying their freedom before they finally rested back down on chest, the sweat from her belly dribbled down to her bald cunt, giving the entrance to her love tunnel a glistening shine. The wrestler turned pink with shame, fighting back the urge to wrap her arms around herself and keep her naughty bits hidden from her captors. The wolf whistles and talk of how big her hooters were and how she had an ass for days didn’t help matters much, either. Mika’s tears were not of shame, but unbridled rage, ‘FUCK ALL OF YOU! I’ll beat the shit out of every one of you!’ Snarling at the smirking soldiers—unfortunately for her—benefited the wrestler dropping her guard.

 

Blanka took advantage of it, charging again. His haymaker found its way home this time, sending the blonde spinning into the bars. The constant electricity had made the metal rods red hot; the scent of roasted pork again wafted into Mika’s nose before the rest of her senses caught up with her. At the same time, she realized that smell was coming from her sizzling nipples and let loose a scream that took Blanka aback in momentary shock. The pain of her teats being both electrocuted and cooked overtaking her brain, she was barely able to dodge Blanka’s attacks. The blonde silently thanked every God in existence that she was sweating so profusely as pulling herself free from the bars could have had a worse outcome; the copious liquid drenching her body was the only reason that pieces of her tit flesh weren’t sticking to the bars of the cage. She was not completely unscathed, as there were now pink vertical lines across her chest that matched the placement of the grill marks on Cammie, if not their darker, barbequed hue.

 

‘No more playing around. This ends now!,’ shrieked Mika, as she decided to end this pathetic game, slipping under the green mutant when he went at her again, kicking his legs from under him and sending him face first into the mat. The chorus of boos from the Shandaloo-ian soldiers were deafening when the blonde kicked the prone monster in the back for good measure before wrapping her thick thighs around the beast’s head when he attempted to get back up. Blanka only managed to turn his body towards the blonde atop him, her leg lock holding tight. Mika turned to glare at M. Bison defiantly, only for her smirk to disappear when she saw what he was doing; the villain mouth twisted into a hateful sneer as he carved a chunk out of the dripping meat on his plate and shoved it into his mouth.

 

It was then that Mika realized that the mass of flesh on his platter was shaped like a dark brown, freshly grilled human woman’s breast.

 

A breast that was now without a nipple.

 

‘A very delicious breast, if I do say so myself,’ the dictator snickered to himself, taking the time to savor the decadent sweetness of the British girl’s udder. His next slice was far larger, fattier, meatier—but no less delicious as he chewed that into oblivion as well. The look on his face was almost orgasmic, groaning in pleasure as he ate the rest of his serving of Cammie’s chest-fruit. He didn’t stop shoveling human flesh into his mouth until he’d left behind a puddle of mammary fat and milk on the plate it once sat upon.

 

If not for the boiling rage that distracted her, she would have noticed what was going on between her massive thighs. Blanka struggled to breathe, trying to pry himself free from the wrestler. The monster finally took notice of the scent that laced the air he managed to take in through his nostrils—the scent of warm, human ham. His tongue peeked out from his lips, lapping quickly at Mika’s inner left thigh that she didn’t notice. Blanka’s senses were sent alight with the rich, savory flavor of the girl’s groin sweat, begging him to give them more of the recently discovered treasure.

 

Gripping Mika’s hips in his large green hands to keep her from pulling away, the beast licked again, longer this time.

 

With this lick, Blanka had managed to rub his raspy tongue against the slit of Mika’s chubby cunt, his mouth filling with the flavor of sweat and sweet vaginal honey. Combined with the scent of ham draping her luscious legs, it only did more to entice the beast to assuage his most base of hungers. The blonde turned around just as Blanka had opened up his jaws and sunk them into her inner left thigh. Mika screamed the moment the monster’s fangs buried themselves into her fat upper leg; desperate to get away, the wrestler tried to free herself. Blanka’s grip on her hips was tight as a vice, too tight to pull free. Not even bloodying his face with punch after punch could get him to go, at least not without the prize he hungrily sought. Even now, he could taste the tender treasure the ham just underneath the skin of her leg. He had to have this woman’s meat.

 

He NEEDED to have her meat. Without further delay, Blanka sated his craving, smooshing his face against Mika’s thigh one more time before yanking his head violently back. The pain was of the green monster burying his fangs into the muscle of her upper leg was excruciating; the pain of him ripping away his mouthful of human ham from the woman atop him more so. As it always is, one being’s elation is another’s nightmare as the wrestler found herself in the midst of being eaten alive.

 

The flavor of the half Japanese girl’s meat was exquisite. The spiciness of her Oriental ancestry was perfectly married to the plentiful flesh bestowed upon her from her American roots. The meat demanded to be savored. Blanka wasn’t even going to be bothered to oblige; swallowing the hunk of meat in his mouth, he buried his face into Mika’s torn up thigh again for another chunk of Raw Grade A Woman Wrestler Tonkatsu. ‘RARGHHH!!,’ Mika screamed as Blanka ate her leg down to the bone, ‘Gaijin dog! Get the FUCK off of me!!’

 

Gathering whatever strength she had left, Mika finally kicked herself free with her remaining leg; had she not lost so much blood, the blow would have knocked the beast’s nose bone into his brain and ended her torture. Unable to stand, the Japanese girl could only crawl pitifully to the bars of the cage. Cammie, Mika surmised, was already good as dead, as she saw another serving of the Briton’s meat set before M.Bison. Thick, dripping slices that ended with a halved semi-circle on top. Once, during an occasion when the dictator took control of the nation’s television airwaves, the blonde had flipped off the image of the power mad madman and told it to eat her ass. If she had only known that those words would wind up being horribly prophetic…

 

If she could get to the cage, she’d grip the bars tightly until the electric charges sent through them had ended her life. If she could not save the woman she loved, then she would die with her tonight. The blonde wrestler’s mind was clouded with too much pain to realize she’d left an inviting target out in the open—her untouched ass. Plump and heavy, jiggling like Jell-O with her every movement—it was a Siren’s Song to a monster like Blanka. His mouth was still saturated with the flavor of the Japanese girl’s thigh-meat. Even a brain as primitive as his swam just thinking of how good the ham within her posterior would taste.

Just as she was within reach of the cage, Mika was roughly yanked back towards her killer. All trace of her former bravado was gone; the girl screamed in terror as the bars—her salvation—got farther and farther away. This was not happening…her life was not—could not—end this way. Reality, however, was going to bite her in the ass.

 

Literally!

 

Blanka snorted as he lifted his hand up and brought it down on the Japanese girl’s gigantic glutes, turning the sun-kissed bronze skin coating them cherry red. Once he was satisfied with the tenderness of Mika’s ass, Blanka reached under her waist and lifted her up, until her buttocks were pressed against his face. The beast did not waste another moment, opening his jaws wide and bringing them down on the back-end of the squirming mass of human pork in his grip. Blanka chose to savor the feast before him, his fangs closing around his mouthful of gluteus maximus like a bear trap in slow motion.

 

The wrestler’s butt was a tad more resistant than her thigh, so it took a bit more delicious pressure to partake in the morbid delicacy of her rump. He could feel the skin of Mika’s ass splitting as he did, finally giving up it’s sad little battle.  As soon as it did, the rich, spicy fat and tender flesh that hid behind it assaulted the mutant’s taste buds. Not even the most eloquent wordsmith—let alone Blanka—could accurately describe the feeling and flavor of Mika’s ass coming slowly apart, bite by bite. The second and third and fourth bite into her became less and less introspective on the monster’s part, his beastly nature finally winning over.

 

M.Bison cruelly chuckled around his mouthful of Cammie’s well-cooked cunt as Mika’s screams filled the room. It was all the woman could do as the green abomination tore into her behind like a wild dog with a Christmas turkey, filling his mouth with as much ham as possible before tearing his face away to chew the ambrosia of Mika’s butt into oblivion before diving down for another bite. The soldiers watched with rapt attention as well, as they dined upon their slices and slabs of Chun-Li Zhang, Blaze Fielding and Estel Aguirre. The dictator had already written an effusive thank you letter to Ms. and Mr. Y for sending the voluptuous vigilante and curvy cop his way. The flesh of their backsides disappeared just as quickly as Mika’s, as chunks of pink meat were torn away to reveal the ivory hue of their pelvic bones.

 

As he would with the street fighters that tormented him for years, he’d make a pretty penny selling digital downloads of their final moments as women and respective transformations into meat. He’d considered Blu-Rays for a short time, until D.J. had advised him to keep up with the times, and that it would be harder for it to be traced back to him if the girls’ delicious denouements weren’t distributed as physical copies. Even Rainbow Mika’s cruel fate would find buyers, as M.Bison cackled at the sight of Blanka getting his fill of the Japanese girl’s butt, and twirling the still living wrestler around to bury his fangs into one of her big, juicy tits. It would be hard to top the filming of these depraved acts, but he did have some ideas.

 

The British tomb raider who—with a bit of fattening—would be just as juicy as the gurgling Mika, life finally leaving her as Blanka let what was left of her body fall to the floor in a copious pool of her own blood.

 

Or maybe Zhang’s contact with some department called the Earth-Realm special forces, what was her name? Blade?

 

The sight of Mika’s boob bouncing until it was still when she hit the ground gave the drug-lord’s appetite a second wind. As he carved up and devoured Cammie’s remaining teat, he smiled to himself.

 

Oh, yes—it would be hard to top this indeed!