Chapter 1: A New Kind of Taste
Kylie Williams was finally home from French Clown School. She was getting in and out of tight places all day. Into tiny cars, out of tiny cars, through hoops, underneath other clowns, etc. Funny thing is, something else would be getting into a tight place very soon. She stared down at the Pop-Tart that was cradled in her hand. The silver wrapper on the front filled her with immense… lust. Such a delicious treasure was underneath, she had to get to it NOW!
"No… this has to be done right" she said suddenly. Kylie once again looked at the wrapper covering her precious food. She had no idea what flavor it was, since she had found it lying in the parking lot outside of French Clown School. Her curiosity was overwhelming. With sparkles in her eyes, she continued to stare fondly at the Pop-Tart.
"What a delightful mystery… I'll definitely savor this moment." Kylie walked farther into the house. She had previously been standing in the kitchen of the house. There, she had set down her belongings while desperately longing to feel the Pop-Tart inside of her. Kylie began walking down a long, carpeted hallway. Her lover, wrapped in a blanket of foil, waited for her to get to the appropriate spot. Kylie made her way towards the bathroom, peeling herself out of her clothes as she went. Piles of clothes were strewn all around the hallway, evidence of events in the past. After what felt like forever, Kylie finally reached the bathroom. It was the most grand room in the house, decorated with various pictures of Kylie holding up different flavored Pop-Tarts. Of course, the bathroom had the standard equipment necessary for daily routines. A toilet, shower, and sink were all scattered in different corners of the unusually large room. In the center however, was something out of the ordinary. Illuminated by a bright overhead light, the red chair sat gloriously. Everything else paled in comparison to it, at least in Kylie's mind. This chair was almost normal, except someone had cut a hole in the middle of it. Kylie stood near the chair, her naked body illuminated by the lights above. The Pop-Tart's wrapper glistened in the light, invitingly. She looked towards the single, dark corner of the room.
"Oh Mister Richardson!" she called in that direction. A slight movement came from the corner, as if someone who had fallen asleep was just jostled awake. Then a figure walked out from the corner, an expressionless face prominent.
"Oh, good afternoon Miss Williams. I see you are here for the usual?" He raised his eyebrows in a questioning way. Kylie looked back at him, blushing. She wasn't sure why she was embarrassed, she had done this many times after all.
"Y-y-yes! A-I am!" she stammered. "This time, Michael, it's a mystery flavor." She walked over to him, handing him the still-wrapped Pop-Tart.
"Oh-ho-ho? A mystery, you say? How intriguing!" Kylie walked over to the red chair and plopped herself into it. Never had it occurred to her that she was sitting in a chair, naked, in full view of another person. She was far too focused on the task at hand. "So, do you want me to warm this up in the microwave first?" he inquired while slipping on a rubber glove.
"No," she responded, "I'm going in cold today." Her eyes shifted back and forth while she spoke. Kylie was fully aware of how the process of warming up a Pop-Tart would help with the process. It's similar to the way that hotdog eaters use water to mush their food up. Kylie squirmed in her chair, waiting. The suspense was unbearable.
"Well then, Miss Williams, get ready." Her faithful "activity-manager" Michael bent down at the side of the red chair that she was seated in. Kylie braced herself for contact. She relaxed her anus, allowing for the process to take place. Michael pushed the now unwrapped Pop-Tart up inside of Kylie, releasing his grip once he decided it was far enough. After his gloved hand had exited her, Kylie clenched to prevent the Pop-Tart from escaping. Kylie began working the Pop-Tart around as Michael stood up behind her, removing the glove. Kylie could FEEL everything, every crumb, every sprinkle. She began the tasting process, looking for familiarities. She wasn't sure which flavor it could be… blueberry?
"Oh… oh… it's on the tip of my BUTT" Kylie said. She squealed in agony, trying to figure out exactly what it was. Could it be? No… STRAWBERRY? The familiar flavor warmed her heart more than a toasted Pop-Tart ever could. "Strawberry…." she swooned. "My favorite!" She continued to squirm in the chair, enjoying the feeling and taste of the Pop-Tart shoved so deep inside of her. She carefully got up from the chair, grabbing a bathrobe from Michael as she did so.
"Here you are, Miss" he stated.
"Thank you, Mister Richardson!" she replied. Kylie gracefully walked over to a drain on the floor. It was slightly rusted, and the floor around it was freshly cleaned. Her red bathrobe trailed behind, with the insignia of a Pop-Tart in the center of the back. Once she was directly over the drain, Kylie got into a deep squat. She strained herself, trying to force the strawberry-flavored mush out. Finally, it all came out in one large mound of mush, landing with a splat on the drain. Her faithful attendee looked at the pile on the floor.
"Well done!" he exclaimed, before giving her a pat on the butt. Once again, she blushed.
"You know what the best part about this is Michael?"
"What, Miss?"
"My butt will be strawberry scented for the rest of the day! Eeee!" She threw off the robe and ran giggling into the other room, eager to get the rest of the process finished. Indeed, she was quite messy after this ordeal. It was a very dark room that she ran into, where he resided. Kylie called to him.
"Mister Asasinero? I need your professional help!" A pair of red eyes leered at her from the darkness. His full name was Soulantro Asasinero, and he was known for his cleanliness. His room had no lights, for lights attract insects. There was no furniture, for furniture gathered immense amounts of dust. Indeed, all mister Soulantro wore was a skin-tight, black uniform. Of course, it covered most of his face, to prevent germs from getting into the airways.
"Oh, did you indulge in another one of your filthy snacks again?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied saucily, "and I'm still a little dirty if you know what I mean." They stared into each other's eyes for a while, until the shady man decided to break the prolonged silence.
"Well then, step right in. I'll take care of that for you. Eck." It was clear that Soulantro had disdain for the activity that was about to take place. Kylie stepped into the dark room, and at once she heard fast footsteps and the door was shut behind her. She couldn't see anything, but felt a gentle pair of hands guiding her farther into the room. She felt the hands stop her somewhere near the center. He was apparently satisfied with their location, because he asked her a question.
"Are you ready to begin, Kylie?"
"Yes." Soulantro began his work. He took a washcloth, and ran it under some warm water. She could hear the water, but had no idea where the sink could be in the dark room. Then she felt a tingling coming from her derriere as he began. He reached around, cleansing Kylie from every last bit of Pop-Tart that still plagued her insides. Working fast, she felt disturbing mixtures of pain and pleasure as he made sure she would be clean enough to eat out of again. It took no time at all. Soon, he was finished. She heard a satisfying *pop* as his hand and washcloth exited her. "Thank you," she shuddered.
"You're welcome, I'll be here if you need me again." Kylie saw blinding amounts of light as Soulantro opened the door to the outside world again. She initially shielded her eyes from this assault with her left arm, but stopped when her eyes were adjusted. Then Kylie went on her merry way, walking out of the door fresh and with a spring in her step. She never felt weird about sharing her home with a few people, so long as they offered her their services in return. She walked into the kitchen again, sifting through the belongings she had previously dumped on the counter. Then she found the key she had been looking for, scattered among photos and several bottles of liquid. This key opened up a peculiarly large cupboard in the kitchen. Once unlocked, she pulled open the door and stared in awe at the scene before her. Boxes upon boxes of her favorite food. All the different flavors, stacked into neat rows. Of course, the boxes that preached the flavor were deceitful. She had manually gone through them and switched all of the Pop-Tarts around, so she would get a surprise each time. Her favorite was strawberry, of course. She loved them, and sometimes even dared to eat one with her mouth. She was lost in deep thought, in a Pop-Tart trance. Then she shut the cupboard door, sighed, and walked out of the kitchen.
Kylie had realized she had forgotten to get the mail today. Walking quickly out the front door and towards the mailbox, she triumphantly discovered a large stack of mail. Going through it, she found a mix of things. Firstly were the boxes of watermelon Pop-Tarts that she ordered.
"Mmm… those have a nice texture." Next were bills, a letter from her brother, advertisements, and one more thing. She brought everything inside and spread it all across the table in the main room of the house. There was a small rectangular piece of paper. With her curiosity peaked, Kylie picked it up and turned it over in her hands. When she read it, her face expressed great surprise and fear. It was finally here… a year had passed. She had once again received her invitation to the competition. The one that she loved, and hated.
"Come one come all" she read aloud from the invitation, " to the annual Pop-Tart Stuffing Festival! Here, you can express your love of Pop-Tarts completely by stuffing them up inside of you and seeing how many you can hold! Only the best of the best can win this difficult competition! Come on down!" She let the invitation fall out of her hands. Last year had been the hardest competition she had ever faced. It had left a gaping hole…. in her heart. She had lost horribly, she couldn't take it. However this year would be different, because she had trained for it. As scary as it would be, she would win this time. Also when she went outside to get mail she was naked and all the neighbors saw her.