Girl who wants to eat her own body

My name is Wang Yuzu, and those who know me well like to call me Yuzu. I'm 24 years old and a somewhat famous foot model.

Other women might become foot models for money, but not me. I have a strong

tendency towards I don't know if it's related to my name or something else, but I'm madly in love with my own beautiful feet

and have an urgent desire to possess them. Others might not understand

why I would use the word "possess" when my feet are already part of my body. But I know clearly that my

possession means I want to personally cut them off from my body with a knife or saw, making them

my severed feet. That way, I can easily hold them in my hands and gaze at the more alluring and seductive posture of my familiar yet

somewhat strange severed feet. It would also make it easier to kiss my severed

feet with my fragrant lips without missing any details.

Actually, I'm not entirely sure why I had such a crazy idea. I've asked myself this question countless times

, and finally, through reflection, I came to this conclusion: it might be because when I was twelve, I was playing alone at home

one day wearing my mother's high heels. I used to do this often, probably because

I was still young. My mother would see me and, fearing I'd twist my ankle, would always give me a good beating. After the beating, she would scare me

by saying that if I hurt my beautiful feet, I'd be a cripple forever. But I wasn't scared.

Entering puberty, my rebellious nature made me crave wearing my mother's high heels even more, and I gradually started

paying attention to my feet. That day, I was home alone, so I couldn't miss such a good opportunity. I

put on my mother's shoes (I remember they were red) and walked around the house with satisfaction, strutting about

, feeling incredibly proud of myself as I listened to the sound of the heels hitting the ground. Finally, when I got tired, I plopped down on the sofa,

slamming my heavy high heel onto the coffee table. At that moment, I heard my mother's words again: "

Can feet be beautiful?" My childish curiosity led me to examine my feet. I was already

in while the changes in a woman's most prized features weren't yet obvious, for

some reason my feet were no longer the chubby, adorable feet of my seven- or eight-year-old self. They had grown into the delicate

feet of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. At twelve, I didn't understand foot fetishism,

but … but looking at my feet, I was truly stunned. Those feet, encased in a large red

high heel, were so cute, yet possessed an indescribable womanly quality, but not the

mature womanly kind (I later learned it was called femininity). Perhaps I stared for too long,

mesmerized, and an instinctive reaction caused my foot to twitch slightly. This slight movement brought me

back to my senses . Suddenly, I realized how strange the sensation had been; it seemed my foot… When it started moving, it no longer felt

like it was part of my body; it seemed to have come to life. In amazement, I pulled the foot out of the shoe,

placed it on my thigh, and examined the part I couldn't see before. The five

toes were playfully clustered together,

arranged , and sure enough, I saw something interesting: the big toe was pointing upwards, while the other three toes

curved downwards rhythmically along with the second toe. This seemed normal to most people, but to a naive twelve-year-old like

me, it was incredibly exciting. So, like a child playing house, I

named them: the big toe "Big Sister," the second toe "Second Sister," and the bottom three, because they

didn't move much, I got a little annoyed and simply called them "Zhang San," "Old Man," and "Shorty!" After playing with my toes

for a while, I started admiring the rest of my foot. The most beautiful part was the instep; the fair skin was as translucent as jade, and

the slightly pulsating veins seemed to give the foot its own life. Suddenly, I had that same illusion again—

it no longer felt like my foot, but rather like a girl's most adorable toy. It was

so beautiful! My childish self once again asked myself a question that now seems equally childish: Is this

really my foot? Is this a foot? Is this for walking? Why is it so unfair to it? I

gently touched the instep with a tender touch. Wow! The smooth, soft texture reminded me of jelly.

A thought instinctively crossed my mind: Can I eat this? Before I could even answer, I picked up

my right foot and bent down to taste it. Finally, with some effort, I brought my face close to my foot

and smelled a faint leather scent, along with a very faint sour smell. Is this its scent? The taste was

so unique, unlike any I'd ever smelled before. At twelve, I wasn't particularly

interested , but that didn't stop me from wanting to continue savoring the feeling of my own foot. Finally, my mouth reached

my foot, and I was thrilled. I angrily bit the inside of my foot. "Ouch!" It hurt so much I

almost jumped up. My mouth tasted salty, completely different from the jelly-like taste I'd just had.

Looking at my little foot, there were two rows of teeth marks where I'd bitten it, and

a little blood was seeping out. It looked completely innocent. A strange feeling welled up inside me, a sense of satisfaction, even pleasure, from the

prank . I couldn't explain why I felt that way,

but from that time on, I seemed to have a special affection for my feet. Whenever I was alone,

I would always hold and play with them, which later developed into kissing them. Twelve years passed, and I gradually grew into a

beautiful young woman. During this time, this affection deepened, and my feelings for my feet became more and more... Qiang, no longer

simply playing like he did at twelve, has gradually developed a fondness for his feet. Late at

night everyone is asleep, he can easily hug his feet to sleep. Sometimes, upon waking, he'll even give

his big toe a gentle nibble! It's not that he doesn't want to bite hard; he knows it hurts,

so he's not that foolish. Unlike twelve years ago, in recent years he's discovered he enjoys

the leathery smell and slightly sour scent of his feet. Eventually, whenever he smells this, he has a

urge to cut off his feet, make soup, and eat them. However, doing so would also be incredibly painful, and he'd

become a cripple. This fatal flaw has been suppressing him, preventing him from truly touching his beautiful feet.

Then I became a dreamy girl again, imagining many ways to treat my feet. Each time I fantasized about

reaching climax, my hand would involuntarily slip down to my lower body. The final climax was fantasizing about cutting off my own

feet and stuffing them into my vagina to achieve satisfaction! I loved this kind of climax and that fulfilling ending,

and I only loved this kind of ending. My climaxes were inseparable from my feet.

Seeing that I was reaching marriageable age, and knowing that women are selfless, I was no exception. After years of infatuating with my

feet, I desperately wanted to find a beloved person to offer my feet to, and to enjoy them with him in

our fantasies . So, through an introduction, I met my husband. The first time I saw him, I noticed he

kept staring at my feet. I was secretly delighted, thinking I had found my ideal partner, and

married him without a second thought. But on our wedding night, when I waited for him to make his request of my feet, he didn't

make any move, not even touching me. Later, I learned... I know he's a very shy and

traditional man. On the day of our blind date, he didn't even look at my feet. He was too embarrassed to look at my face

, so he kept his head down and didn't even dare to look at my feet. He's not a foot fetishist, let alone fantasizing about

kissing my beautiful feet with me, or even having the crazy idea of chopping them off and eating them. I regretted it terribly, but

I couldn't just file for divorce right after we got married. Besides, my family approved of the marriage. Luckily, my husband works in

another city and is away from home for a long time each year, which means I don't have to see him and can have plenty of time to be

intimate with my feet! To keep me company at home, he even got me a laptop and connected it to

the internet, so I was back online. That night, as usual, I browsed

the "Life and Death" website, which I visit every day. It's my favorite site because it has a section about amputated feet. Looking at

the pictures of amputated feet on the site, I would fantasize that those feet were mine. My feet would unconsciously

move to the computer desk, and I would carefully examine them, gently stroking the arches, playing with my five

cute toes, and then I would hug them and start sucking on them. Ah... It tastes amazing. I not only

whispered lovingly to my feet, "You taste so good," but also secretly vowed that one day I would

chop . Suddenly, my QQ beeped, but I was engrossed in my game and ignored it. Instead, I moved

my feet again, trying to stimulate my breasts with my toes. Beep beep beep, several more message

beeps. I got a little angry and casually glanced at the monitor. What I saw made me break out in a

cold sweat . The message box had popped up on its own, with only a short message: "Don't just

kiss and bite your tender hooves. If you really like them, take..." "Chop it off!" How did he know I was biting my own foot

? Looking at the messages, there was only one from him. Why were there so many messages earlier? The more I thought about it, the more

suspicious . Looking at his profile, name: Left Foot, everything else was blank, and his profile picture was a left foot—

or rather, a left foot that had been chopped off. My womanly instincts kicked in, and I felt a chill.

After all, I'm just a weak woman, and it's already almost 10 o'clock. My QQ account is set to

reject all friend requests, and I only have 10 people on it. I know all 10 of them, and

there's no Left Foot among them. I counted again—wait, there are 11! There's an extra Left Foot! Who is

he? How did he get in? A series of questions filled my mind. His name and profile picture were so mysterious.

Did he also like severing feet? Holding this thought, I actually felt a little excited.

Driven by a woman's unique curiosity and excitement, I asked, "Hello, how did you know what I was doing?" His message

came quickly: "If you really want to satisfy your desires that you haven't been able to fulfill for twelve years, just

touch your entire right palm to the monitor, and it will be done!" I was even more puzzled. My desires,

twelve years—did he mean my feet? Twelve years—only I knew this timeframe; I hadn't told

anyone How did he know so clearly? I was a little scared. Who was he?

Or was he even human? I wanted to shut down the computer, but then a picture appeared on the screen—a

foot I knew all too well. It was my own beautiful foot, severed, and

right next to my computer. One second, two seconds… ten seconds passed. I felt myself

getting wet. It was so exciting! The scene I'd been fantasizing about was finally becoming a reality with my own eyes. Then

another message popped up: “Still hesitating? Just touch your right palm completely to the monitor, and I can

give you the power of nature. You can then freely remove any part of your body and safely reattach it,

including your feet. You can even eat your own beautiful feet without worry; they'll grow back. And

during this process, you'll only endure 1/10,000th of the pain you usually experience. What are you waiting for?” Looking at the message,

I was tempted. I looked down at my beautiful feet, wanting to cut them off, but was it real? I

slowly extended my right hand towards the monitor. As my hand got closer and closer, fear suddenly gripped me.

This left foot had such a strange origin; would it hurt me? My hand

stopped just 0.5 centimeters from the monitor. Suddenly, I felt an irresistible suction from the monitor,

firmly holding my palm in place. Then, a blinding

light flashed across the screen, and my body felt like it had been struck by a powerful electric current, sending me flying backward with a thud as I

crashed heavily to the floor. The electric shock was strong. I felt my lower body was wet again, which was a shame.

Wait, something's strange this time. Oh no, I've lost control of my blame. I couldn't help but silently berate myself: "Wang Yuzu, you're so stupid!

How could you believe him? Are you really going to die like this? You're still so young, so beautiful..." Gradually, my

consciousness faded.

I don't know how much time passed, but I slowly woke up to find myself sitting in a computer chair.

Looking at the time, it was already past 2 a.m. What just happened? Looking at the monitor, I felt a little scared, but

it also seemed normal. Watching the QQ avatars flashing, I mustered my courage and slowly clicked on QQ. I found that

the avatars of several of my online friends were flashing. I didn't care about the messages, but I counted my friends. There were 10, and none of them had a left foot!

"It was a dream," I thought, "a dream like that, the first time I've ever dreamt of anything like it in my life. It felt so real, and

I even lost control of my bladder! Thinking about it, I touched my genitals again. They weren't wet, but the feeling was so stimulating!

I slowly savored the "dream," and suddenly felt a strong urge. Without

even turning off the computer, I excitedly went into my bedroom, eagerly stripped off all my clothes,

and lay naked on the bed. One hand held my feet and kissed them, while the other hand reached down and began

to caress myself wantonly. My genitals were already soaked. My hand frantically ravaged every inch of my territory. Just

as I was about to climax, I suddenly felt an urgent desire, a desire I'd had for years: to split my body in two and personally taste the flavor of my lower body. Before, I 'd only used my tongue to lick the flesh on my fingers..." I used to rely on vaginal lubrication to satisfy myself, but today that method didn't seem to work . The urge was particularly strong, so I almost frantically sat up, bent over, and hugged my buttocks with both hands, trying to lick my genitals. But my breasts were in the way, cushioning my lower abdomen and preventing my face from reaching down. Strangely, my breasts could never touch my lower abdomen before, no matter what. Why was it ? Thinking about this made me even more excited, and the desire to touch myself down there with my mouth grew stronger. Unfortunately, my breasts were in the way. In desperation, I instinctively reached out my right hand and slid both breasts to the side. A faint fishy smell wafted into my nose! And my mouth was already pressed against ! 　　Instantly, my body felt like it had been electrocuted again. This time, however, the sensation was one of unprecedented stimulation and excitement for a woman . Before I could even wonder how I had done it, a torrent of fluid surged from my uterus, ready to erupt like a volcano. Without thinking, I quickly parted my labia with my tongue. On the inner wall of my labia, I opened my lips, eagerly awaiting the moment of my own passionate outburst. A gush of fluid shot out, and I was almost completely exhausted. I closed my eyes, my limp body collapsing onto the bed . My face felt like it had touched a warm, soft body, still slightly warm! "Huh?" What was that? My right hand weakly reached out and touched it. It felt nice, soft, but it seemed… I struggled to open my weak eyes. "Ah!!" My left hand instinctively touched my chest, because right next to my face, on my right side, were my two breasts! This was a huge shock! I was completely stunned by the sudden sight before me. My breasts, my proud breasts—how could they be lying alone on my bed? Instead of hanging normally on my chest! Why didn't I feel any pain? I pinched my cheek; it hurt. I touched my breasts again, which had somehow separated from my body. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Undeniably, when I saw my breasts lying alone to one side, I felt an invisible fear, even panic. But this feeling didn't last long. I started to feel a thrill; they were my own breasts! And now they were sleeping alone beside me, which meant: my breasts and my body were separated! I suddenly felt a sense of relief! Why was this happening? Tonight was truly a strange night. The dream from earlier had returned to my slowly clearing mind. Right, that dream, and the message from that person named Left Foot...? 　　I interrupted my thoughts again. No, that dream couldn't be real. But how do I explain the pair of snow-white breasts lying beside me ? Was he really right? Do I possess the supernatural power to control my body at will? Doubts left me completely baffled. "If that's the case, then I'll try ," a voice suddenly popped into my head. I know this idea is foolish, but my right hand still moved instinctively, because my eyes were already fixed on my delicate , tender feet. They seemed to be beckoning me. I have two feet. Which one should I try first? After , I bent my left leg and placed my left foot on my right thigh. I examined it carefully again, just like twelve years ago. The veins were slightly throbbing, the skin was snow-white, and it possessed its own life. The long-suppressed desire gradually made me lose myself. Regardless of success or failure, I pressed my left hand down on my ankle and pulled hard with my right hand. I felt my blood freeze in that instant. My left ankle, due to the excessive pressure from my left hand, quickly slipped off my right leg and was heavily pressed back onto the blanket by my left hand. My left foot, which had been attached to my ankle, had vanished. At that moment, I felt something in my right palm. My heart... She hopped around and turned her head, only to see my left foot—or rather, my broken left foot— firmly held in my right hand! She 　　was propped up against my lower abdomen, preventing my face from reaching down. Strangely, my breasts never used touch my lower abdomen, but today, in my excitement, it was so easy. Thinking about this, I became even more excited, and my desire to touch myself with my mouth grew stronger. Unfortunately, my breasts were in the way. In desperation, I instinctively reached out my right hand and shoved my breasts aside. A faint, fishy smell wafted into my nose! And my mouth was already pressed against my labia! Instantly, my body felt like it had been electrocuted again, but this time the sensation 　　was different… Overwhelmed by an unprecedented surge of excitement and arousal, before I could even wonder how I had managed it, a torrent of fluid surged from my uterus, ready to erupt like a volcano. Without a second thought, I quickly parted my labia with my tongue, and right there on the inner wall, I opened my lips, eagerly awaiting the moment of my own passionate outburst. A gush of fluid shot out, and I was almost completely exhausted. I closed my eyes my limp body collapsing onto the bed. My face felt like it had touched a warm, soft body, still retaining some warmth! ? Huh? What is that? My right hand weakly reached out and touched it. It felt nice, soft, but it seemed like… I struggled to open my weak eyes. “Ah!!” My left hand instinctively touched my chest, because right next to my face, on my right side, were my two breasts!! This was a huge shock! I was completely stunned by the sudden sight before me. My breasts, my proud breasts, how could they be lying alone on my bed? Instead of hanging normally on my chest! What? I didn’t feel any pain?

I pinched my cheek; it hurt. I touched my

breasts, which had somehow left my body. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Undeniably, when I saw my breasts lying alone to one side,

I felt an invisible fear, even panic. But that feeling didn't last

long . I started to feel a thrill. They were my own breasts! And now they were sleeping alone

beside me. What did that mean? My breasts and my body were separated! I suddenly felt a surge of pleasure!

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