Girl Food (French Fry TF) (Patreon)

You're transformed into a french fry. Simple enough.

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You were a McDonald’s employee. Emphasis on “were”.

Now you’re just a fry inside a McDonald’s bag.

Watching the top of the bag get ripped open with your fellow french fries, of questionable sentience, you look up to see the face of a college-aged blonde girl, eager to eat her ordered food. Looking at the chubbiness of her pretty face, you imagine she’s put on a few pounds during the lockdown.

This doesn’t change the fact of how terrifying this scenario is, her massive claw-like hand reaching down into the greasy fast food bag. The giant fleshy digits establish a grip on the iconic red french fry container, and you watch a few of your comrades fall out into the depths of the bag. The painted nails dig into your box as you’re pulled out into the dingy apartment, the hungry face of the woman obscuring your view of the ceiling.

She places your box down on the table, and you watch her place a quarter pounder with cheese right next to you.

Then she grabs you and a handful of fries.

You lock eyes with the blue-eyed girl, and you give any effort of screaming at her that you were human, but you don’t have a mouth. You’re a fry, and she doesn’t see you as anything else.

The girl’s stale breath washes over you, and you see the strands of saliva stretch between the roof of her mouth, and her slimy pink tongue. Your fate is sealed as she shoves you in her maw. She’s oozing saliva, and it feels so disgusting.

Soon enough, she bites down. You crunch easily under her strong molars, and her thick sticky spit floods over your deep-fried body. It hurts so bad, and it’s the most pain you’ve felt in your life. The mush that you become is mixed in with the other fries, coated in slimy drool, making it easy to swallow. She soon does.

You land in her stomach, the fleshy prison beginning to churn its meal. Hot vomit surrounds you and the mixture, and the satisfied stomach lets out a deafening groan. The sour sea of acid bubbles and shifts as the college girl’s guts get to work. You can feel her digestive juices begin to break down your simple chewed-up fry form, like any other piece of food. You used to be human.

A wad of chewed-up burger lands on top of you, and then a typhoon of Coke joins you as well. You’re basically burning alive in the hot, dark, organic cavern, just melting into a slurry of nutrients. She keeps eating and eating, piling on top of you and forcing her stomach to work overtime on digesting the fast-food meal. You hate the thought of being food for this pig.

The contractions of her stomach sway the slop around, and you feel yourself dissolving at an increasingly rapid rate, her hungry stomach eagerly snacking on your french fry form. You’re fully submerged in stomach acid right now.

You hear her let out a disgusting belch above, and at this point, you’re nothing but just a greasy sludge, the whole meal just being an unidentifiable mixture,  and you drain into the girl’s intestines. Her body was getting ready to absorb you.

And it did. Somehow, still having some form of consciousness, your nutrients arrive in her bloodstream. It’s a surreal feeling flowing through it.

Your journey soon ends, and her body deposits you on her ass, more specifically the fat deposits. You bounce up and down as she walks through her apartment, and it’s hypnotizing. The universe decided you were better used as this random chick’s ass fat than a minimum wage McDonald’s employee.

Feeling her boyfriend slap her ass, you start wishing you could go back to working the grill.