Macro story: From sub, to snack. It's rude to chew with you..

Macro story: From sub, to snack. It's rude to chew with your mouth open, but I'll make an exception for you little man. Sitting, sprawled out on my sofa, my big sweaty feet cooling down on your coffee table as my long fingers effortlessly cup the plastic container holding my pre-prepped post workout meal. I smirk down at my food, a mixture of rice, chicken, egg and broccoli topped off with a few dozen mants from my gym. I can still see you though, as you run through rice, boys half your size calling out for you to help them.... watching as I sit, shirtless, swigging a beer, also filled with helpless little mants... going down to my gut... my usual six pack looking softer as my stomach rounds to digest it's meal. Protein is protein, right baby boy? Spoon full after spoonful they all go down into my gut, one by one… sometimes several in one gulp. You’re still running from my spoon like the pathetic speck you are but your neck is turned, your eyes fixated on my smacking lips, a helpless man being tossed around between my tongue, cheeks and teeth. You stall, watching as a tiny scream turns into a crunch and I swallow hard, you're the last one on the standing. I take a swig of my beer, pat my gut, and let out a belch, before licking my bearded lips and moving my spoon for you "you're still alive baby boy, what a surprise" I laugh, as the spoon goes under you, licking my lips my tongue drags a mant from my beard, you watch in horror as I swallow him without noticing - all the while moving you closer to my face. "You've served me all these years, kind of fitting you become part of me" Your body broken down to feed your muscles, to help me get even bigger. My eyes focus on you, seeing if you had any last words but you are at a loss for words, staring up at my bearded face. You’d spent so much time dedicating yourself to me to get to this very point. There wasn’t an inch of my body you had not services, not a night you’d left my whisky glass empty. You’d insisted on calling me daddy, I relented, and began calling you boy, a command I could rumble at you that would instantly make you hard. As I looked at you on my spoon, a snack literally and figuratively, you seemed to be at peace with your fate, knowing this was your purpose, to be the best protein snack for me you could possibly be. “Any last words?” I ask, but I don't give you much chance to reply, food is food after all, but i do make a show of it, dangling the spoon above my mouth and tipping it over, so you get a nice view of daddy, a final glimpse at the beard you've looked up to for all these years, once in my mouth, I look down, you can see my hand rubbing my swollen abs, slapping it hard to stimulate the screams and struggles of the dozens of tiny men that I consumed before you. A gust of hot air running over you as I belch, pushing you forward into the side of a hard, white wall. Daddy's teeth. I pick up my beer, not much left now and just one mant kicking about in it. "Pathetic" I grumble to myself as I chug it, pinning you to the the back of my front teeth, your body marinating in my saliva and beer. I tilt my head back, and swallow the beer and penultimate snack before effortlessly flicking you onto the tip of my tongue, giving you one last look over daddy's pecs, his gut, his crotch, long legs, and white nike socked feet, still sweaty from my workout. You're pretty small baby boy, but you can just see two hands working daddy's feet, as a new obedient cub services them for me. He's more use to me than you are, you're so fucking small, and too submissive. He wanted to lick you out of my palm, drowning in my cum, but daddy couldn't waste such a good slave. As you notice you've been replaced, I close my lips, and swallow. I don't know or care about what happens next to you. You'll be protein. You'll probably hear me pounding my new boy as you digest in daddy's gut... who knows, maybe one day they'll fish your tiny skeleton out at a water treatment plant, one of dozens, all sacrificed to help make daddy into a bigger, stronger man for his new boy. You were the ultimate sub.