Yes, I have a secret to tell you my slave. It’s of a fetish of mine that I have kept somewhat quiet since the start of my site. The fetish itself is very closely entwined with my other fetishes, just as strongly as the bug crush fetish is to the giantess fetish.
Today I’d like to reveal this fantasy of mine. No, it doesn’t involve stepping on cocks or tying people up- there’s plenty of that on the internet already. This fantasy of mine may not be that crazy-out-there, but it’s still something you rarely see a girl do – and like it.
My first strongly erotic experience with this pleasure took place when I was around 16-17, during my goth high school phase. I remember it was a lazy weekend morning and I had the house to myself. I had just woken up and gotten ready to go for a walk to maybe meet a few of my friends. I came downstairs like any other day and began making myself some yummy waffles for breakfast! Once they popped up all nice and golden brown, I threw them on my plate and grabbed the butter which had been sitting on the kitchen counter. And that’s when I discovered I had a problem.
Ants. All over the butter. My first reaction sent the butter flying right back onto the counter with a very girly yelp. This was something I had not been expecting to see while making breakfast! After a few seconds, I carefully inched my way over to the counter to get a closer look at the tiny trespassers. There they were, small black dots swarming all over the butter oblivious to the giant girl hovering over them. They were almost in a frenzy, as if thrilled with their delicious and incredible find. Acting like a tiny village that had just found enough food to last them for years, they continued to pile into the butter. My butter. Curious, I lowered a single finger and pushed a lone ant deep down into the butter until his body crunched under the pressure of my tip, the counter, and the warm butter around him. A few of the ants near my finger started to panic.
There was something about this situation I was enjoying. But I wasn’t sure what. I found I liked the very idea of these tiny lives, so small, so pathetic, so oblivious to their situation. I loved the feeling of power I had over them, the sheer size I was to these tiny beings. I was something incredible to them! It was in these feelings that both my goth side and my sexuality told me to playfully seek revenge for what these little thieves had done. They didn’t deserve to steal food that was fit for something so magnificent. Needless to say, a playful grin made its way across my face…
I picked up the butter, ants and all, and carried it to the table. I casually sat down, placing the waffles in front of me. With a smile, I picked up my knife and carefully carved under the surface of the butter. Some of the ants started to run, others rode the tiny wave underneath them. My knife rose up, and six or so ants found themselves clinging to a chunk of butter. With a gradual swoop the knife hit the waffle, the butter and ants softly pushed into its warm crevasses. The ants quickly started struggling to free themselves from their buttery prison. I grinned. My knife went back to the butter and brought back more ants to cover my waffles with. My goal now was to load up my waffles with as many ants as possible, while at the same time not overloading them with butter. A few managed to make it off my plate, but my fingers caught them and brought them back to my meal.
Pleased with the look of my breakfast so far, I grabbed the syrup. Gently I turned the syrup bottle upside down, the nozzle hovering high above the heads of my tiny victims. With a soft squeeze, what must have seemed like an ocean of syrup to them came crashing down from the heavens.
My waffles were now topped with a delicious layer of chaos. Ants were struggling left and right, their tiny arms weighed down by the sticky tension of the syrup. I looked down on the tiny terrifying scene I had created and my eyes lite up with hunger and revenge, curious how this all would taste. My knife and fork rose and landed in a section populated with tiny prisoners. I slowly cut around them, my fork pinning not only the waffle but several ants underneath it. The slice of waffle then rose to my face, where I proceeded to take a closer look.
Only a few inches from my face, I was able to see my victims much clearer as I rotated my fork. They looked terrified- yet exhausted from fighting the syrup. Perhaps now they had learned of their mistake, and perhaps if they could they’d be apologizing and begging for their lives. But even that would not be enough to satisfy me. I was mad with hunger.
I opened my mouth and brought them deep inside my pink cavern, my tongue dripping with saliva in anticipation of their arrival. My lips closed around them and the fork pulled out without them. I waited, the slice of waffle and ants resting on my tongue. I wanted to see if I could feel them. My massive tongue gradually began to feel the struggling of tiny arms and antenna and my mouth began to water. With little effort my tongue moved the waffle into place and my teeth came down. With a delicate yet oh so satisfying crunch, the life of my first victim was taken. The crunch was an ant- the feeling of it was utterly foreign to a waffle, something I had never felt before. It sent shivers down my spine and made me feel strange.. it had turned me on.
My tongue broke through the waffle, searching for more ants to play with. My teeth continued to chew, with more and more satisfying crunches taking place. I smiled and let out a soft moan, I was hooked. My tongue rounded up the mashed up mess and I swallowed. As the chewed up waffle slid down my throat I could feel a few ants that were still alive slide down with it, which was absolutely amazing. After the waffle had made it to my vast stomach, my tongue found an ant that had gotten stuck between my teeth and cheek. The lone tiny ant was quickly licked up by my tongue and swallowed whole.
This continued, with more and more ants and waffle entering my mouth via fork and knife. I was in a state of total bliss, lost in a power trip. Ants were being chewed into waffle, crushed into a paste by the tip of my tongue on the roof of my mouth and swallowed alive by my powerful throat. My belly growled as I continued to feed it more of what it wanted!
By the time I had made it to my second waffle, the fork and knife had been discarded. I literally picked up the second waffle, syrup dripping all over my hands, and began taking bites out of it. Some ants were cut in half by my front teeth, others dripped into my hands with the syrup only to be licked off by my tongue in between mouthfuls. I even picked a few off of the top of the waffle and ate them separately, just to see how they would taste on their own. They were delicious! I played with them in my mouth, taunting them with their own lives. The inside of my mouth was coated in waffle, syrup, and thousands of bits of of their friends- a frightening thing to be forced to enter at such a small size.
By the time I had consumed the last of the ant covered waffle on my plate, I was incredibly horny- my panties were absolutely soaked. In desperate need of a fix, I grabbed an ant filled chunk of butter, brought it down to my pussy, and rubbed myself with it. Grinding the ants into my clit with my fingers, and with several ants still struggling inside my mouth, I came all over the kitchen chair. >=) Then swallowed.
As for the rest of the ants left on the counter and floor, I went back and crushed, squished, and flattened every last one that I could find with my bare feet, knocking several from the counter to the floor. The others I crushed between my fingers and a few more were swallowed alive.
Afterwards, I carefully cleaned up my mess, took a *thorough* shower, and went to hang out with my friends. I was pretty embarrassed and probably acted kind of weird for the rest of the day. I didn’t quite understand what had driven me to go absolutely crazy like that, all I knew was that I enjoyed eating ants. o_o I continued to nibble on ants whenever I could, all through the last of high school and collage, as long as I could find a good supply and ones that didn’t bite back!
And if you are wondering how they taste… they are like little tiny bits of lettuce with a tiny drop of lemon. Absolutely delicious when added to any kind of food imaginable.
So there’s my first experience with what I call “Bug Vore”. To sum it up this fetish of mine: I like eating bugs. Namely, ants. It makes me wet. It’s pretty much the same feelings I get from the giantess fetish mixed in with the feelings of the bug crush fetish.
For those who are visually curious… here’s a little sample of what I enjoy….
Hopefully you’ve lasted through my story ~_^
For those interested, I’ve just finished filming two other yet much longer ant eating videos, one involving a delicious Ice Cream Cone and another with yummy gooey Chocolate Syrup. These video should make their way to my store once I’m done with the editing. I’ll keep you updated. I’ve created a few ant crush videos as well, some involving my sexy new see-through table. Lots of great stuff awaits you if you’re into this!
But for those who didn’t find this your cup of tea, take heart in knowing that the next long journal entry will be all about my attempts to become a Giantess. ~_^
And so now you know, small fry. Are there any other hidden fetishes of mine? Maybe… but that shall be a story for another day.