Sheldon looks hopeful as the woman gives him a warm smile, so he's caught completely by surprise when the girl stabs him in his tender ass with a fork. His mouth opens but only a quiet squeak of pain escapes his lips, as he still can't talk from all the steam that had gone down his throat in the cooking pot. His tear ducts are also dry, so he can't even cry as she taunts him about how his sole purpose in life is to add to her figure, and help her build more muscles on her already toned body.<br/><br/>He wants to run away as she gives him a lick, her tongue irritating his skin that had been tenderized from his time in the pot. Her stomach rumbles, like it's calling out for him, and he knows he's doomed. Once that belly gets ahold of him, he know he is going to leave it in the same shape he's in now. Struggling to get his muscles to move, they are still unresponsive. As her mouth widens, which salivates hungrily from staring at his tantalizing flesh, her warm breath blows across him. Looking into the depths of oblivion, he has never been more afraid than he is right now.