Chapter 42: Chapter 42
Ray forced his smile to stay plastered on his face. "Tastes so fuckin’ good, Sonya... deadass," he said, lifting the spoon again. His right hand was shaking a little, but he hid it by gripping the spoon tighter.
In his head, he wanted to puke his fucking guts out. The taste was faint but sharp — fishy, salty, and kinda sweet — mixed in with the fried rice and chicken Sonya cooked. Ray knew exactly what that shit was.
Thanks to his global alter ability back then, he knew Sonya’s secret. That crazy bitch’s fetish: rubbing little objects all over the thick folds of her pussy and getting a little horny whenever someone uses them.
And now that spoon was in his mouth.
Sonya scooted closer. Her thick thighs in those tight black yoga pants pressed right up against Ray’s thigh. She rested her chin on her right hand, eyes sparkling with happiness like a proud mom watching her kid scarf down food.
"Eat up, Ray," she said softly, voice all sweet. "I cooked it with nutritious stuff. High protein, so your body stays strong and healthy. Finish everything, okay?"
Sonya was straight up losing control this time. Her behavior was way different from the manager Sonya that Ray knew.
Ray nodded stiffly. He scooped another bite, shoved it in his mouth, chewed slow, then swallowed with effort. His throat felt tight as fuck. His stomach was straight up rebelling, but he forced it down. His eyes got a little watery from holding back the nausea creeping up.
Sonya smiled even wider. There was a spark of lust she couldn’t fully hide behind that "loving mom" face. Her breathing was getting heavy, her big tits rising and falling under that tight sports jacket. Her nipples were already starting to poke through the fabric.
"Why you stopping? Keep eating," she pushed, grabbing a spare spoon and scooping more rice onto Ray’s plate. "Remember, you gotta stay healthy — we got that date on Friday, remember.."
Ray stared at the new spoon. Maybe this one was also...
He didn’t dare ask. Didn’t dare switch spoons. If he did, Sonya would definitely hit him with that "why?" and those innocent eyes that were actually full of lust. And Ray had zero good excuses. The system was locked — no way to alter Sonya’s common sense right now.
So he ate.
Spoon after spoon.
Ray swallowed hard. The nausea hit again. But he forced down the next bite.
"This... tastes amazing," he lied again, voice all hoarse.
Sonya let out a happy little giggle. She reached over and wiped the corner of Ray’s mouth with her thumb, all reflex-like, like a mom cleaning up her messy kid.
"Glad to hear it. I put my heart into cooking this," she said softly. "Eat more, yeah.."
Ray felt like some victim in those deep web videos where they force someone to eat nasty shit while filming. Except here there probably wasn’t a camera, and the one doing it was this thick brown MILF pretending to be a sweet mom with that over-the-top happy face.
He kept scooping. One. Two. Three.
His stomach was already bloated as hell, felt like it was gonna burst, but Sonya was still smiling all sweet and saying, "Finish it all, Ray. So you’re nice and full."
Ray took a deep breath, pushing down the stronger wave of nausea, and grabbed the next spoonful.
Sonya shifted even closer. Her thick thighs were now fully pressed against him. He could feel the heat from Sonya’s skin through the yoga pants. Her breathing got heavier, her eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed watching Ray keep eating with the spoon she’d rubbed on her pussy earlier.
"Good... keep going," Sonya whispered, voice shaking a little from how turned on she was.
Ray didn’t say shit. He just kept scooping and swallowing.
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Finally, that plate was straight-up empty. Ray set the spoon down with his hands shaking like crazy.
Sonya was still sitting super close, her thick thighs glued tight against him, breathing heavy as fuck. Eyes half-lidded, just soaking in the sight of Ray finishing every last bite with the spoon she’d rubbed all over her pussy earlier.
Ray needed water bad. Throat was dry as hell after choking all that food down. He reached for the table.
"I... need a drink first," he said quietly.
Sonya smiled all sweet. She pulled Ray’s usual tumbler — the one the dude always carried — out of her own bag. "Here’s your water. I already got it ready for you."
"Thanks," Ray said, sounding kinda relieved. He took it.
But Sonya wasn’t done.
Real calm, she pulled a stainless steel straw out from under her sports jacket. It was shiny and clean, like brand new. Ray froze. Eyes went wide as fuck.
’Holy fucking shit...’
His brain started screaming. He knew. He fucking knew instantly. That straw had definitely been rubbed all over Sonya’s thick pussy too.
Sonya just stuck it in the tumbler like it was nothing. "Drink up, Ray. Don’t want you getting dehydrated."
Ray stared at the straw like it was a snake. He wanted to say no. Wanted to go "nah, I’m good," wanted to run to the bathroom and puke his guts out. But Sonya was sitting way too close. Her breathing still heavy, those big tits rising and falling, nipples still hard and faintly visible through the fabric... all of it told him that if he refused now, she’d get suspicious as hell.
Hands shaking bad, he brought the straw to his lips and drank.
The taste hit him right away — faint, sharp, fishy, salty, with a little sweetness. Mixed into the plain water that should’ve tasted like nothing. He almost gagged. Stomach flipped out hard. But he kept drinking. Gulp after gulp. Sonya scooted even closer, thighs now fully squeezing his leg. Her hand quietly slid onto his arm, warm fingers pressing soft.
"Good... keep drinking," she whispered, voice shaking with how turned on she was. "Everything going straight into your body..."
Ray forced himself to finish half the tumbler. Then he set it down fast, breathing heavy. Mouth felt nasty. Throat felt weird.
Then... something switched.
Sonya’s horny smile slowly faded. That lusty look in her eyes just disappeared, like someone flipped the off switch. She took a deep breath and sat up straight. Back proper. The whole "overly sweet loving mommy" face vanished in a second, replaced by cold, full-of-herself manager Sonya.
She pulled her thighs back a little. Breathing normal again. Hard nipples from before? Gone.
Ray just stared, confused as hell.
Sonya wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, all casual and professional now. No more horny touching.
"Ray," she said, voice flat and kinda cold. "I only did this ’cause I felt a little bad for you. You got fired from the gym even though it wasn’t your fault. I just... didn’t like seeing you like that."
Ray stayed quiet. Could still taste that weird shit in his mouth.
Sonya kept going. "As your friend and your old boss, I just want you healthy. Your body needs proper nutrition. That’s why I cooked everything myself." She paused, then added with this arrogant little tone, "I also already talked to Maya to get you back at the gym without you knowing. Too bad... she said no."
Ray swallowed hard.
’If that shit had worked... I’d probably be stuck as her fetish toy nonstop,’ he thought.
Sonya stood up, fixing her jacket with full manager energy. Face looking smug, thin arrogant smile on her lips.
"If you need anything, just hit me up," she said all casual.
She turned and walked out without looking back, door closing soft behind her.
Ray sat alone at the table. Empty plate. Tumbler with the stainless straw still sitting there. Mouth still tasting weird. Stomach full and kinda rebelling.
He rubbed his face with both hands, then let out this quiet little laugh — mix of freaked out, grossed out, and this weird feeling in his chest.
"Fucking insane," he muttered.
Sonya had already gotten her new fix. And Ray... no clue how long he’d have to keep playing along like this.
He sighed long, stood up on legs that were still a little shaky.
drrrt... drrrrt...
His phone lit up on the table. Unknown number.
He squinted at it, frowning. "Hmm?"
Swiped to answer anyway.
"Hello?"
The second the voice came through, Ray’s eyes snapped wide open.
