AngieJoy

Dr. Angie is talking to her lover, but the receptionist interrupts her, informing her that the patient is waiting for an appointment.

Dr. Angie invites the patient into the office, where she performs a basic examination: heart, pulse, and throat. Physically, the patient is fine. The medical history begins, and HE ADMITS THAT HE sex WITH MEN.

Did you fuck him this morning?! Show me your dick, now, I need to examine it. "What is this? Ha ha ha, that little worm will never satisfy a woman. No wonder you're a faggot! You fucking disgusting faggot.

I have therapy for you. Close your eyes, open your mouth, breathe...

Oh, who's so tiny here? Not only you are a smaller, Now your dick is basically completely gone. NOW YOU'RE NOT USEFUL TO WOMEN AT ALL.

You're licking my shoes, filthy with mud and the grime from my office. Oh, see, I'm not wearing any panties you can see my cunt! BUT MY PUSSY IS NOT FOR YOU! You're a faggot and you're only good for licking my feet and rotting away.

We leave for a trip, the guy is already impatient, when we get there, his humiliation and pleasure begin.

I kick his breakfast, garlic, onion, fish, the whole mixture of digested "stinks" goes to him. Wave after wave hits his face and body. He sucks everything in, he is tiny, and I am huge compared to him, so the amount of my stench is incredibly overwhelming.

But I feel that a nasty phlegm is gathering in my throat, I cough, suck it into my mouth and spit on him, saliva flows from him, covers his whole face. I shoot him a powerful phlegm on his cock, I am satisfied with today's humiliation. I will leave him here, I do not need him anymore.

We leave for a trip, the guy is already impatient, when we get there, his humiliation and pleasure begin.

I kick his breakfast, garlic, onion, fish, the whole mixture of digested "stinks" goes to him. Wave after wave hits his face and body. He sucks everything in, he is tiny, and I am huge compared to him, so the amount of my stench is incredibly overwhelming.

But I feel that a nasty phlegm is gathering in my throat, I cough, suck it into my mouth and spit on him, saliva flows from him, covers his whole face. I shoot him a powerful phlegm on his cock, I am satisfied with today's humiliation. I will leave him here, I do not need him anymore.

Human capsules destroyed by my stomach acids

In my home lab, I created people in capsules. This time they are perfect food and tasty morsels for my belly. I haven't eaten anything since morning, so it's a great opportunity to devour them. Among them are my ex-boyfriend, my ex-girlfriend, and my (ex-)boss. I check their vital signs and each has an accelerated heart rate. It's wonderful because it means they are afraid of the ruthless devourer. I devour them and each one falls into my throat and stomach. I burp loudly as I swallow them, and I feel them swimming in my gastric juices and how they suffer.

This asshole has now become a fugitive, he has hidden so effectively that I have been looking for him for hours. But I found him, he hid in a flower, ha ha what an idiot. A horrible, glutty, yellow phlegm forms in my throat, which I flood his face and body with. I clear my throat, I have a retch, then the phlegm gathers the most. I spit on him and watch with joy as his head sinks into my sick, rotten phlegm. Finally I devour him, because I no longer need him for anything,

Little sly one, thought I wouldn't find him, AND I HAVE YOU.
You'll rest in my gastric juices, but now I want to put you in the stench of my guts. I burp on you like a disgusting pig, and you know what she's been eating lately, ha ha ha. I devour you, and you swim in my gastric juices, and those loud sounds are you trying to break free.

Beautiful morning with my charges, or maybe victims? who knows.. After waking up I am silent when I see them, they are so sweet and look like a perfect breakfast. I didn't plan it, but I have no control over it.

I please them with my body, they fuck my navel, tease my clit, to later please my throat and stomach. I throw them down my throat, swallow them and feel a pleasant warmth growing in my esophagus. I feel them going to my stomach. Now the second portion of a delicious human breakfast. They jump into my mouth, swallow them and land in my stomach. This is basically the beginning of their being a nasty brownie.

It's a day of travel, I'm on the road and I'm very hungry, I'm looking for something to eat. But not just anything, they have to be people! I find four of them, they were hiding in a tight spot, but my sharp eye spotted them.
I start devouring them, I manage each one very well, they irritate my throat a little and make me choke, but I don't care, the main thing is that I ate enough.
Now that I'm home, I get rid of them, of course I turned them into brownies! Big pieces fall out with a loud plop

I run home after a workout at the gym, I think I have nothing to eat, but it turns out I have the best meal in the world. Human protein, I know them all, I'll tell you about them, all of them are assholes and whores. They deserve nothing more than to be devoured by me.

It was daytime, sunlight filtered through the blinds. I sat with the controller in my hand, completely absorbed in the game. The cigarette burned between my fingers, and its smoke slowly rose into the air. That's when I felt it — a presence, a gaze. I looked up. Behind the plant, there he was again. The same one who kept coming back. Possessed. Enchanted.
I paused the game. I stood up. I looked at him with a calm, composed expression. "I know you're my fan," I said. I pretended to be warm, but deep inside I was cold and sharp. I stepped closer, inhaled, and blew the smoke right into his face. He flinched. At that moment, he was already smaller — not physically, not yet, but mentally. Reduced. Under my control. I began the burping session in his face, first a portion of thick phlegm, straight from my sore throat. With each burp, he became more and more excited. He absorbs my every scent. When he's naughty I hit him and he quickly becomes soft and obedient. My breath stench is his favorite fetish
He was mine. And I knew he would be here for a long time. Because he wanted it even more than I did.

It was daytime, sunlight filtered through the blinds. I sat with the controller in my hand, completely absorbed in the game. The cigarette burned between my fingers, and its smoke slowly rose into the air. That's when I felt it — a presence, a gaze. I looked up. Behind the plant, there he was again. The same one who kept coming back. Possessed. Enchanted.
I paused the game. I stood up. I looked at him with a calm, composed expression. "I know you're my fan," I said. I pretended to be warm, but deep inside I was cold and sharp. I stepped closer, inhaled, and blew the smoke right into his face. He flinched. At that moment, he was already smaller — not physically, not yet, but mentally. Reduced. Under my control. I began the burping session in his face, first a portion of thick phlegm, straight from my sore throat. With each burp, he became more and more excited. He absorbs my every scent. When he's naughty I hit him and he quickly becomes soft and obedient. My breath stench is his favorite fetish
He was mine. And I knew he would be here for a long time. Because he wanted it even more than I did.

Sono uno psicologo<\/span><\/span><\/span>. Entra per un'altra sessione - quel paziente che, per ragioni che non posso spiegare completamente, mi fa venire qualcosa. Cerco di rimanere professionale, fare tutte le domande giuste, mantenere un tono neutro. Ma tra le domande standard, inserisco qualcosa di più. Voglio sapere cosa sono per lui. Sente qualcosa? Percepisce come la sua presenza mi elettrizza?<\/strong><\/p>

Le sue risposte sono deludenti. Fredde. Distaccate. Per lui, non sono nessuno. Solo un altro servizio, un'altra sedia su cui sedersi per un'ora. Sento un forte pizzico di rifiuto. E poi, rabbia. Propongo un esercizio di rilassamento, gli dico di respirare profondamente, di chiudere gli occhi. Una volta che lo fa, non esito. Lo rimpicciolisco - fino a una dimensione che posso tenere nel palmo della mia mano. Poi lo porto a casa.<\/strong><\/p>

A casa, tutta la finzione cade via. Sono nudo, spudorato, dominante. Ora è piccolo, indifeso, e lo faccio mio. Lo preme tra le mie guance, lo lascio contorcersi. Lo infilo nel mio ombelico, lo lascio nella mia calda. Poi tra i miei seni, dove ogni movimento è un'onda anomala. Lo uso - implacabilmente, completamente, senza scuse.<\/strong><\/p>

E quando ho finito, lo ingoio intero. Nessuna esitazione. Nessuna pietà. Lo consumo - il suo corpo, la sua superbia, la sua indifferenza. Lasciagli imparare cosa succede quando si gioca con uno psicologo<\/span><\/span><\/span>. Specialmente uno con una fame che nessuna conversazione può mai soddisfare.<\/strong><\/p>"