Written on a femcann's prompt.

Flexible

“I thought this’d be less boring, you know,” Mistress sighed. She reached out a foot and pushed her pet over on her back.

The girl who’d sacrificed limbs to become Mistress’s pet whimpered, unsure what she’d done wrong, but Mistress’s decisions were final – as was the humane strangulation she administered with her own hands.

Her cannibalistic instincts hated wasting meat, warring against her preference for male victims. It was almost a favor to the pet that Mistress eventually tried a rib.

Strong teeth pulled away womanflesh, gulped it down; pupils dilated; the newly biflexible cannibal went back for seconds.