Hot for Teacher

Fiona rested her chin in her hands, as her elbows sat on the table to either side of her textbook. Now and again, she would brush a tuft of her long, golden hair from the side, to behind her ears. The flat bangs that came to a stop just above her gently arched eyebrows were the boldest fashion decision the highschool senior had ever undertaken, and she had only really tried it solely to impress her tutor, miss Akako.

The giantess oni was quite ambulatory when she was explaining something, and Fiona's deep brown eyes would follow her every step. Whether intentionally or not, Akako's wide, berthing hips tended to sway hypnotically for every inch she traveled, as if her entire rear was a medallion on a string, back and forth…

After some time gazing longingly, Fiona curled her toes as her imagination began to run away from her. In her mind, she watched the loose fitting pants slowly slide down and reveal the frilled panties underneath. How could she focus on the lesson when the cougar demoness was practically forcing her into these impure thoughts?

At least, Fiona liked to imagine that the woman was a cougar. For her own part, Akako was blissfully unaware of the place her student's thoughts frequently arrived at, and she continued to go on about metahumanities, or whatever the day's study was over, even as a slight rumble began to emit from her stomach…

Fiona continued to dream up that the older monstergirl was undressing before her. "But… m-my parents…" she began to say in her dreamscape, as fantasy Akako effortlessly lifted her up into her now naked bosom. "They wouldn't approve! I mean… I'm young enough to be your daughter and… and I'm human, and you're…"

"We don't have to let them know…" Akako would reply in the dreamworld, knowing that Fiona's parents would never approve of a monster and human relationship. "We can run away and be happy alone." While all of this ran through the student's mind, the real oni was entirely unaware, and simply happy to have someone to talk to.

Fiona was torn from her illusion as the doorbell rang. "Oh, she's here!" chirped Akako happily. "Just in time. I was getting hungry." She turned to her student. "You don't mind if I prepare tonight's dinner while we work, do you sweety?"

"N-no. Not at all." answered Fiona demurely as she looked away. She almost felt that if Akako could see her eyes, she'd be able to see through them to the embarrassing make-believe world in her mind. Sime time later, Fiona's heart fluttered, as fantasy Akako returned from the front door, this time clad in an apron that read "Kiss the cook." and little else. "Mnh… Don't mind if I do." the girl muttered under her breath. She imagined herself boldly standing up, the romantic "aggressor" this time, and clambering over her tutor's mountainous breasts, to fearlessly steal a long, passionate liplock, from the surprised oni.

Real Akako returned moments later, causing the imaginary one to suddenly vanish, and leaving Fiona in a vulnerable, embarrassed stupor. The girl almost didn't notice initially that her crush carried a lovely, bound, raven haired beauty over her shoulder. She simply twiddled her fingers awkwardly for a moment, as if to hide her thoughts from some hitherto unknown psychic Oni powers. When her presence of mind finally did return, she froze in her seat, and took in the sight of Akako laying the squirming prisoner down on her kitchen table. The helpless thing looked to be about twenty years Fiona's senior, and something about her wavy black hair and earthen brown eyes beneath stern eyebrows was familiar to the girl.

Fiona felt her stomach twist and struggle for a moment, as if it belonged to the mature cutey that now stared desperately at her. It wasn't nausea, or fear that contorted her insides. This was exactly what her mother had warned her about monster girls. "They'll drop you on their plate just as soon as they'll call you friend!" she would always say. Fiona couldn't believe that her dear crush, so sweet and innocent, so helpful, would be running her fingers so sensually down another human's bouncing melons as if she were inspecting a piece of meat, but that was exactly what was happening… and that was exactly what stirred the alien sensation of excitement within the student's gut.

"Ohhhhhh! You took such good care of yourself Nicole!" Akako gently told the doomed human, as if the woman beneath her smooth hands, bound and ball gagged, wasn't futilely fighting for her life. Something about her voice was still soothing and amiable. Not at all teasing or contemptful. "You people just spoil me, with such delectable, gourmet bodies. I'm so happy to have such friends like you." Her grip gradually traveled southward, over her "friend's" taught belly and experienced mound (which drew an entirely new bout of protestation from the woman) to her thick thighs and lightly muscular calves.

Fiona felt a twinge of jealousy. While her lovely, slender body was nothing to sneeze at, she knew she lacked the development that this mature meatgirl had. As if she wanted to share a mind with the woman on the table, she gradually reached down to feel the same body parts that were currently being violated on the other guest.

Akako's hands didn't stop. They slid further, further down over her prey's limbs, softly gripping her ankles, even as they continued to wiggle and twist in an almost humorous attempt at escape. The oni then rolled her fingers around the heels, and bit her lip. "You're not still ticklish are you? Like when we were little girls?" Her thumb then softly, yet targetedly attacked the arch of the meal's soles. Instantly, Nicole's panicked whimpers shifted to unconstrained laughter. "Oh, you haven't changed a bit sweety." The oni giggled in tandem while she continued her assault, pressing her thumb into the ball, and then against her big toe. After some time, she finally pulled away, with a little difficulty.

Fiona made a mental note of Akako's behavior, even as she felt that tingling in her stomach grow more intense. If nothing else, she had discovered something about her beloved teacher. Something she could capitalize on… if she ever developed the courage for it anyway.

"Now, I'm going to have to ask you to keep quiet while we work dear. I'm also helping another friend with her studies." Akako then ensured that Nicole's gag was firmly planted, before she turned her attention back to the younger girl. "I'm sorry dear. Where were we?"

"Th-the signing of the Accord." answered the girl, far more demure than in her mind. Before Akako could pick up however, something else leapt from Fiona's throat. More raw and sudden than anything she'd said all day. "Hey. Do you uh… Do you need help making dinner?"

The incredulous look on Nicole's face did little to deter the lovesick student, and she waited with baited breath until the oni replied.

"Why yes! That would be lovely Fiona. Thank you!"

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The next few hours went by in a silent flash for the girl. She found she didn't mind pinning the poor woman down, violating her body, and sentencing her to a slow fading away in the oven. These were things her mother would never have even allowed her to consider taking part in, but as long as Akako continued to smile at her, it was worth every moment, and she kept imagining that she was the one there, being worked over by the oni's skilled, meticulous hands. As she rubbed the sauce in, sprinkled the spices… Of course, she didn't want her experience to be over in an evening. Not like Nicole's. But, the thought of just… being lavished with attention by the woman was nearly enough to send her over the edge itself. Once the final preparations were complete, she sat there, listening dutifully to her mentor's lecture, while only a few feet away, a real, human life, apparently someone her teacher had known for a long time, was giving its last struggle in the warm, soft, yet relentless glow of the oven, hogtied like nothing more than a pig at a farm. Fiona knew it shouldn't have, but nonetheless, the thought exhilarated her. The most intense thing her parents had ever let her do was back out of the driveway in their car when she was sixteen. Akako managed to somehow be delightful, and yet in a way she probably didn't even realize, ruthless. She was… interesting. Intriguing. Fascinating even.

Finally, following a brief eternity, dinner's whimpers and groans grew quiet, and her writhing, still. A look of somehow innocent, yet eager glee crossed Akako's face as the oven let out a telltale ding. She fiddled in a set of nearby drawers for a few moments before she materialized a pair of oven mitts with a design she favored, then reached inside to slide the steaming, slightly crispy longpig out.

Fiona took the opportunity to steal a long glance at the oni's pert, wide rear as it jutted out. It seemed to bounce and sway almost of its own volition as she maneuvered the pan to a position she could grab it easily from. It knew it had an audience, even if it's owner did not.

Moving quickly, Akako set the pan down onto a few old rags she'd prepared earlier. "It helps the table keep its finish longer. Good habit to get into." she explained, while Fiona simply nodded her head, happy to take in any advice the oni had for her. "Would you like some dear?" Akako then asked after producing a large carving knife and fork out from seemingly nowhere, which she held happily over her old friend.

"Oh umm… N-no thank you." the girl replied. She'd never even considered trying human flesh before, and while the realization that this still woman before her had had a life (even with a seemingly amiable relationship with her predator before tonight) sparked another wave of sensual intrigue in her, she just couldn't bring herself to take that step. "B-but enjoy."

"Oh. Well, don't be a stranger sweetie." came Akako's admonishment, before she then proceeded to spear poor Nicole's golden brown rear. The meatgirl had remained on her belly, with her wrists and ankles tightly bound together behind her back as she went into the oven. The carving knife was apparently kept quite sharp, and sliced through skin and a small, but visible layer of fat marbling easily. She began sawing to procure a nicely sized steak while she spoke. "Well, we'd better wrap up today's lesson and get you on your way back home. Let's see… Ah yes! Here we were…"

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Fiona watched Nicole gradually disappear piece by piece into Akako's mouth. At times, she would carefully and daintily slice medallions, wedges, or hams off of the once curvy body before her. At others, she would seemingly swallow an entire length of forearm with no problem at all. In particular, she seemed to enjoy plucking off each toe in sequence and popping out into her mouth as if they were popcorn. The blissful face she would make afterwards was like watching a puppy play with its favorite toy in a way. Fiona wasn't even sure where the oni was putting it all. Yet, even her ravenous appetite carried with it a sort of… demureness. The woman wasn't shy. That was for sure, but she didn't seem to notice that she was being… well… a predator. She was as authentic as one could be.

It wasn't until the meal was three-quarters devoured, with only a drumstick, head, and portion of breast remaining, that Akako had finally covered the entire chapter of Fiona's textbook. "Oh goodness. Look at the time." she remarked while closing the book. "I hope I didn't drone on for too long and bore you…"

"Oh!" Fiona snapped back to attention and shook her head. "N-no ma'am." she assured the woman. In fact, she had been hanging on every word, letting them shape her fantasy. She had made up her mind. She would be with Akako. She simply had to work up the courage first. Tonight had been, in a way, like a first date. At least that was what she told herself. She had learned so much about the lady of her dreams. Things she could… maybe take advantage of to secure her affection.

"I h-had a lot of fun, a-and it really helped a lot to watch… I-I mean listen to you go over it all with me." She quickly gathered up all her things and slung her book bag over her shoulder. "Th-thanks again! See you next week?"

"Most definitely! Let's see how you've progressed in math then." the oni replied, her motherly tone bringing a warm fuzzy feeling to Fiona's heart, as well as elsewhere.

With a more genuine smile than she had ever given her parents, the girl departed her mentor's home. She would have plenty of things to occupy her mind, and body with this evening…

Akako watched her depart, oblivious to how the night's lesson had affected the girl, but once more happy that there were such friendly, adorable young people in her city.

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Fiona would grow bolder and more confident in both dress and mannerism with each passing week. By the third lesson after that night, she made certain to arrive in a shorter skirt, and wear the most open air sandals she could get. The lip bitten glance that this earned her feet from the mature demoness immediately told her she was on the right track.

Now and again, Akako would have another woman delivered to her by some company named 'Voredash' that Fiona had never heard of before. It seemed like the price of more mature women as food had gone down, judging from the average buy. Too many spoiled housewives trying to live above their means, Fiona told herself.

The next victim, or "friend" as Akako frequently, and surprisingly genuinely referred to them as, was a short haired blonde woman, maybe in her mid forties, who seemed a touch more accepting of her fate, if still more than frightened. Akako revealed that the two of them had gone to camp several times together when they were younger. Further banter told Fiona thatNicole had even been a true childhood friend, though she had grown distant in the years leading up to her… acquisition.

For this one, Fiona helped her teacher broil the meat, posed into a curled up ball for her stint in the oven.

Following the flaxen haired milf two lessons later, was a rust haired woman of the same age, albeit a bit more on the chubby side. Fiona had to marvel at just how long this one's hair was. Nearly all the way to her knees without a loss of thickness at all. She pleaded initially, but quickly surrendered to being pan seared inch for inch. A bit large for the top of the stove, Akako had to creatively work on her torso first, front, then back, followed by the rather large font of meat that was her rear. Finally, the motherly chef bound the poor woman's ankles together, and placed her feet, soles down into the rather large pan, taking special care here to lightly char, but not burn, the meat. The doomed woman winced and whimpered, but strangely didn't put up a fight, perhaps out of surrender, or perhaps because she was too weak.

Either way, Fiona was more than sure what her crush's favorite cuts were. This time, she even allowed herself to try a little toe in fact, nibbling on it while she listened to the evening's lecture. Akako's beaming face at this told the girl how proud she was of her cooking.

Fiona had learned quite a bit about nail painting over the last few months, much to the chagrin and resistance of her mother. The girl still hadn't told her exactly who her tutor was and she had no intention of doing so. Soon enough, every night her young fingers and toes were tipped in skilfully painted reds and blues, glossy and matte. She made sure to alternate styles at least once a week, gleaning what colors more suited her by the intensity of the glances Akako would give. Still… after some time of working with this, she began to fear she had hit a wall. The oni had yet to make any direct pass on her, and she couldn't claim the courage to try on her own out of fear that she would ruin everything. She was certain the two had grown close but… had she been… friend zoned? What if Akako only preferred women her own age? Her selection of meals recently certainly tended that way. Overtaken with a bit of ennui and hopelessness at this thought, Fiona next elected to look up the Voredash company that Akako always bought from.

She typed the company's apparent hashtag, "#intimatecravings" into her phone's social media app, and watched the screen fill up with pictures of satisfied customers rubbing their bellies, as well as delectable looking boys and girls sliding down this monster's gullet, or on that monster's grill. She couldn't deny how much her mentor's tastes had changed her. A year ago, she would have taken these images as confirmation of her parent's warning. It still was somewhat, though now the thought of the dangers presented by monsters only served to excite her further.

On a whim, she then added her favorite oni's name into the query, being sure to specify her town. Scrolling through, Fiona mostly saw the typical out and about pictures. Things like hugging a friend at a restaurant, slurping a shake in a public park and the like. There were a few pictures of her more… human meals, but by and large, the feed was nothing but chipper photos with the odd inspirational quote here and there. Fiona chuckled. That was just like the woman. Friendly, sweet, with just the occasional bout of ravenousness.

It wasn't until about halfway down the page that Fiona finally spotted it. Pictures of a lovely young girl, maybe only a few years older than her, before and after a nap in Akako's oven. Apparently the girl had delivered herself with nothing but fresh ingredients from a local restaurant. To this day, it was still Akako's highest thumbs upped set of images, and by her own wording, one of the best meals she'd had in a decade.

Fiona felt something stir deep within her loins. The woman did like younger girls. Not only that, but it was a rare, particularly beloved treat. The fact that it only seemed to be in the context of meals was… a little unnerving, but there was hope. Real hope that she could be closer. Intimate with the mature monster who'd captured her heart. She put down the phone, determined to try harder to do the same to Akako's, whatever the cost. She closed her phone, and once more began to daydream of exactly how to hunt her cougar…

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Even still, It would be weeks before she dared to make her next move. While Akako wasn't obtuse in any way, Fiona had learned she certainly did tend to glance over things, as it were. She would have to be direct. However realizing this, and actually following up with that knowledge were two very different things. She continued to flirt with the women via carefully chosen shoes and… resting her heels and again, but even the suddenly casual behavior only seemed to draw a delighted glance.

Each week she would return home to stare longingly at the images on her phone, touching herself deeply, softly at first, but very quickly transitioning to be more aggressive. It wasn't fair! Why should this college girl who just showed up one evening her to experience Akako's more primal, intense side? Fiona had known the oni for years now, and had only been able to touch the surface of the attention she craved…

One night in particular left her frustrated and hungry for more. Akako had worn a particularly form fitting, older pair of sweats, and had even settled for a younger, college age girl for dinner. She recalled how much the ham had been stroked and meticulously basted. Why couldn't she feel Akako's fingers that way?

Her mind then began to wander… That was right.. . Why *couldn't* she feel that? What was stopping her from ending up on the table? Some part of her survival instinct kicked in, telling her she was losing her mind at finally considering that but… there really would be no way her parents would approve of the romance she craved. She couldn't hide it forever. So… why not just skip straight to sensuality? That alien fluttering in her stomach returned, the same intensity as when she first watched her crush prepare dinner. It was crazy, it was permanent, it was too intense… and she knew it was exactly what she wanted. With trembling hands, she turned on her phone, opened the Voredash app, and began reading through the prompts…

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The next week passed by in a blur for the girl. An entire week of debaucherous self indulgence. She failed to show up at school, and allowed herself to gorge on sweets and starchy pastas. In the end, she only put on five vanity pounds, but in her mind, she was fattening herself up for none other than her lover. Every time her parents would express concern over her behavior, she would wave them off and slam her door. It was all surprisingly liberating, to know these would be her last days as her own person…

And then the day came. Without skipping a beat and despite the thunderous drum in her chest, she opened the door to receive the kit, even opening the door before the delivery man could ring the doorbell. She couldn't put herself down as open market meat. That might have meant she would be scooped up by some random naga or orc, instead, she had arranged for a meatgirl kit to be delivered to her personally, and she had signed herself as the personal property of a certain Japanese demoness, without said demoness's knowledge. Ordinarily, Akako would simply pop leftovers in the microwave today, but today, she would be getting a very different surprise.

Fiona paused for a moment, seeing both her parents chatting in the kitchen on the way out. She had considered simply vanishing without letting the two know exactly what happened to her, but a simultaneously guilty and sly feeling quickly overtook her. "Bye guys!" she called out cheerfully. "I'm gonna feed myself to a cute oni!" Before either could react, she bolted for the door, unconcerned with whether they believed her or not. For the briefest of moments, she felt bad about the slammed door in her haste, but she couldn't give them a chance to catch up to her. This was her life. Her meat. They'd only try to control her again.

The walk through the neighborhood felt unusually drawn out this time. She wasn't sure if she stalled herself to go slower or if her mind was just racing so fast that… everything else seemed slower by comparison. Regardless of why, she hesitated, if only for a moment as she arrived at the house she'd been to countless times now. It seemed… bigger than before. Like it could swallow her whole. She wasn't exactly sure why it gave her such pause. This was exactly what she wanted, and her lovesick nethers were aching with desire at what was to come, but… there was always that pesky survival instinct.

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Akako tilted her head slightly at the sound of the doorbell, before sauntering towards the front of the house. "Oh goodness. She's early!" she thought aloud to herself before answering. "Hello Fiona. I haven't quite finished reading up on today's subject but..." She paused. There was certainly something different about the girl today, not the least of which was her absolute lack of shoes or sandals. Akako wasn't certain how she managed to make it all this way unless… She did have a rather large package with her. Her eyes widened, when she finally recognized the Voredash symbol. It was an expression that very quickly shifted to one of hunger as she spoke again. "F-Fiona dear? Is that…"

"A-are you h-hungry miss Akako?" The girl felt her voice crack to her nerves for a moment, before she forced herself to put on a slightly more comfortable mask. "B-because I know a certain student that… well… sh-she's just itching for you to enjoy her."

"Ohhhhhh… Fiona honey…" cooed the oni softly. "You're just too sweet!" With that, she quickly scooped the young human up, getting a delighted squeak and a blush from her as. "Is all this to go with you?" she asked, effortlessly grabbing the box while also carrying her meal to be.

"Y-yeah. I wasn't sure how you'd want to… y-you know, so I just got the whole kit." the girl admitted, snuggling warmly into the chest she was held against. This feeling was, without a doubt, everything she could have possibly hoped for. "H-hope you like it…"

"Like it? Dear, we'll make you into a dish Voredon Ramsay would drool over~" With that, before the girl could even contemplate her diminishing future a moment longer, the oni whisked her former student off into the kitchen.

Fiona was truly in heaven. Finally she was able to feel that warm, matronly body pressed tightly against her own. Even as Akako sat her down on the same island table she had seen many women be prepared for their final use on. She giggled softly, raising her hands to ease her stripping. It was almost as if the final layers of her old life were being slid off of her body. Much to the ease of this transition, she had in fact gone completely commando, both above and below. Her perky, youthful breasts held just the right amount of supple fat and firm lack of use. To Akako and indeed many monsters, these were as if signs of perfect veal.

"Oh… but who will I have to talk to after tonight?" the oni wondered aloud, even as she next tugged Fiona's pants free, revealing a perfect, untouched flower underneath.

To Fiona, the question was a sign of affection, though she couldn't quite be sure. Very recently, the monstergirl had eaten three of her childhood friends, after all. "W-well, I'm sure that…"

"But let's not dwell on that right now. Let's focus on your… special time okay?"

Fiona's heart melted a little at that. How could this woman be so sweet, and so… delightfully monstrous at the same time? She adored her, and her eyes remained locked on those of her lover even as she was next carried off to the large sink the predator kept for such occasions. Feeling Akako's hands gently scrub the warm water into her delicate body, really was a dream come true. She laid back surrenderously, slowly reaching her legs out and over the barrier to the other side, and gave her toes a slight wiggle. She rather enjoyed the sensation of water rushing between them, in no small part because she knew Akako enjoyed seeing the same. It was like a homebrew spa treatment in a way. Fiona almost didn't want it to end.

In time, it had to however, and after a slight toweling off, Akako moved the girl once more onto the kitchen island. The same one that Nicole had been bound on all those months ago. Fiona felt her heart skip a beat at this realization.

"Oh! I've got the perfect pose for my sweet young piggy~" said the oni in cheerful tune, before she quickly and efficiently tucked Fiona's legs and arms underneath her. If the girl had been of a mind to run at this point, it would have all happened too fast for her to even react. With a bit more finagling, the oni managed to position her meal's fingers just below her increasingly hungry looking lower lips.

Fiona's breath finally began to speed up as she came to see the finality of her decision in earnest. Bound as she was, she could easily see the oven she would end up in. Graciously, her former tutor walked up to it, and bent her monster sized body forward, jutting her equally monstrous butt out for the piglet to enjoy the sight of one last time as she set it to preheat…

On her return, Akako removed the oil and herb mixture from the kit that had come with her little cutlet and proceeded to sensually press it into every inch of her young body. Fiona forced herself to focus on this, the touch she had craved for so long. Every part of her body squirmed in orgasmic rapture. The moment Akako reached from behind to test and stretch her virgin love entrance in fact, she found herself truly cumming for the first time by another's actions against her soft flesh. She barely had time to revel in this release however, as several miniature potatoes were pushed deeply inside to marinate in her juices while she roasted.

"Ohhhhh…" Akako's familiar coo rang out, before she moved about to admire her work from the front.

Fiona was so caught up in the intense sensations coursing through her, that she almost didn't notice the oni raise her phone to take a few quick snapshots.

"Don't you just look sooo cuuuute all trussed up for the oven!" The mature monster's tone was almost like that of Fiona's mother, fauning over seeing her in her Easter best as a toddler. Before the girl could even respond however, Akako quickly, yet carefully slid the final ingredient into the girl's maw, still open from gasping at her recent climax.

Finally, with steady, mitted hands, the oni lifted Fiona onto a pan, which in turn was hefted into the waiting embrace of the oven. Akako was no stranger to presentation both during and after cooking, and made sure to display that scrumptious young rear, above such tauntingly lovely tootsies, as close to the glass oven window as she dared, allowing herself to enjoy every motion they would make until they were all roasted to perfection…

The moment she felt the roasting heat cover her, Fiona couldn't help but question the choices she'd made to arrive here, but arrive here she had, and now she had precious little time to make the most of it, both for herself, and for the monster woman that had stolen her heart. Desperate to ensure that her first real time wouldn't also be her last, she made full use of the pose she found herself in, gliding her fingers over her vulva, and penetrating even deeper with every chance she had. The electric sensations that she pushed through her young womanhood, combined with the soft muffled moans that came from her upper lips were the only distraction from the heat she could muster. Finally, after some travail, she managed to push one last bout of libidinous excitement out of her body, and quickly went limp, exhausted afterwards.

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Akako was certain to give the meat the full recommended cooking time as she watched the girl slowly fade away. After all, unexpected though it was, this meal had been years in the making. It had to be just right. Once she was finally satisfied that every inch of her former student had been roasted to perfection, she made sure to orient the girl's font of meat just perfectly for a picture that would do this piggy justice. The moment the telltale click could be heard however, the oni dropped her phone, and set about filling a plate full of savory soles, and heavenly hams.

"I don't know what I did to be blessed with a town that has such sweet, tasty young people, but I just love this neighborhood so much~" she remarked before digging in.