The food court was packed for this time of day. The large circulor hall with food shops around the edge was busy. As Mr Crassle leads you into the hall for a second you think you can almost hear everyone stop talking and look at you.
Mr Crassle casually leads you past shop after shop, making sure to pasue at each one, to look at their menu, prices and to make you squirm.
You catch small conversation as you move about 'Check her out, i can see her tits, is she naked, ill bang that hard' over the loud noise of conversation.
Finally Mr Crassle stops at a fast food joint, called 'The Grease trap'. Its a place you used to eat at much younger but then stopped once you hit the gym and the sports, all the food from this place wasnt doing your body good and you had not eatern here since .... until today.
Mr Crassle steps up to the front counter where a large's man, skin shiny with sweat, hair matted to his head.
"I'll take your 'Swim'n Hotdog, and 'Sacy Fries' and a bottle of water' says Mr Crassle.
As he waits for the food you can't help but constantly glance around, you know your not naked but it feels so much like your are, and in such a public open enviroment it was starting to get to you.
You turn back as Mr Crassle picks up the food, the Hotdog was covered in grease, as wore the fries. "I can't eat that, i worked years to get this body" you say.
"Oh dont worry, i know an exericse that is known to burn alot of carbs off" he replies patting your rear, his greasy hands leaving a handprint on the body suit.
Little did you realize that the grease on the food was making your bodysuit almost transparent.
Mr Crassle leads you to a table in the middle of the food court, where he sits down.
You feel slightly better sitting down, people less likly to notice you now.
"Well eat up" says Mr Crassle. "Your gonna need the energy" he said witha sly smirk.
You pick up the hotdog and about to take a bite when Mr Crassle reachs up and stops you.
"I want you to eat that without biting it" says Mr Crassle.
At first you wore surprised and unsure what he meant but then it dawns on you.
You raise an eyebrow.
"Like this?" you ask, lifting the bun to your mouth then with 1 finger pushing the hotdown so it slide between yourlips. Tasting the oil and grease and processed meat you slide the hotdog out again.
"How much could you swallow without biting" he asks.
"I dont know, never measured it" you reply.
"Well try, just the dog, no bun" said Mr Crassle.
You pick up the slippery dog' in your hand and have to complely encircle it with your hand. The grease making it slipper in your hands doesnt help.
You lift the hotdog to your mouth and lick your lips. Sticking out your tongue you lick the tongue, tasting the tip. Then slowly you let the hotdog slide into your mouth. Further and further till you had atleast 1/2 of it in your mouth.
Unaware to you, all the surronding patrons had stopped eating and now watching you 'swallow' a hotdog whole.
You let the hotdog slide further in, till you have 2/3 of it in your mouth.
"I know you can do better then that" says Mr Crasssle.
With a slight smile you let almost all of it drop into your mouth, then just holding it with 2 finger types you turn your head slightly to show how far the dog is down your throat.
"Yeap, thats about right" says Mr Crassle.
Suddenly the dog slips from your fingers and slides down your throatm causing you to cough and splutter loadly.
"Here have some water" says Mr Crassle handing you the bottle to which you eagerly drink, excess water splashing againt your chest.
After a minute and 1/2 a bottle of water later your pause.
Mr Crassle was looking over your shoulder now. You glance over and notice a pair of security guards, standing at the entrnace of the food court. He glances around spotting the bathrooms.
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