You place the shoe on the side for the moment, grinning down at the cute boy in your palm. Patting him on top of the head, shivers are sent down his spine as he is raised closer to your face.
"Don't you look exquisitely delicious?" you say, wiping away some drool that has emerged at the corners of your mouth. I'd love to experiment with you using my new cookbook, "cooking with teens".
Screams are heard ringing out from all over the table as the four inch boys protest, realizing their fate. You pay no attention however, as you raise his soft hair to your nose. Sniffing him, you salivate more. "And you smell just heavenly..." He is too scared to even close his eyes as his foot dangles off of your hand a little. The other boys are standing at the edge of the table, threatening you. Pence is the only one withdrawn, hiding behind Hayner.
"Don't worry, you boys will have a turn soon enough. I want to taste all of you, and sample those heavenly huge feet," you announce licking your lips. This is gonna be good.
Picking up the shoe and sweaty sock again, you inhale it's contents deeply and are filled with an angelic scent of boy feet, fear, and other glorious aromas. "Oh, Sora, you must really work out. You probably get your excercise battling those heartless.. Even your shoes smell good enough to eat. Its such a salty-sweet, like those ice-creams you boys like so much." Your head spins in anticipation as Sora struggles a little and curls up with your pointer finger, straining to stand.
"Now, I'll get back to sniffing later... first I have to see how I'm going to prepare you. Don't worry", you say, seeing how shaken the small young man had gotten, "not yet. I still have to season you, marinate you, prepare, and plumpen you up a little. Plus, I'd like to play a few games with you." You bend over to sample a little lick of his dangling bare foot.