[ Prologue ]

I applied to become food at a prestigious restaurant.

There were so many applicants. Of course—it's a four-star restaurant, so naturally, it drew a crowd.


After being guided inside, I entered the physical examination room.

Here, they check for all sorts of health conditions. This restaurant, in particular, is famous for valuing skin condition and natural scent.

Well… I can handle my skin, no problem.


I passed all the standard tests without issue. Now, only the scent evaluation remained.

The inspector comes close and assesses your body odor with their nose… most applicants fail at this stage. Key points are the nape of the neck, armpits, and lower areas.


I stripped off all my clothes and waited for my turn.

I was trembling, embarrassed, and yet strangely aroused—my face flushed all over.

The inspector approached and brought their face close to my armpit. Feeling their breath sent shivers through every hair on my body. Then, they moved to my lower region. I shut my eyes tightly in embarrassment.

That’s when I felt a wet, unfamiliar sensation.

Huh? Wait… I thought they were just smelling… are they tasting too? I wasn’t told about that…


The examination ended, and I waited in the lounge for the results.

My initial confidence had vanished, replaced by nothing but worry about failing.

If I didn’t pass, I’d have to go to a lower-tier restaurant.

Three-star, two-star, one-star… and if I fell all the way to the no-star place, I’d probably cry.

That place is mostly for rude, unrefined predators. Regardless of their job or appearance… all sorts of perverse acts run rampant.

Spitting out food is standard, and sometimes they don’t fully digest before excreting it. (Undigested excretion is truly horrifying.)

The most terrible case was last year’s “dog-food incident.” They packaged a meal for takeout and tossed it into a doghouse at someone’s home. Ugh—chills just thinking about it…


The bell rang for the list of successful applicants.

Number 55, Ring-ring!

Ah… my name was called. I passed.

I felt like I could fly with joy, but relief hit immediately, and my strength drained away.

Out of 150 applicants, only seven were selected.

Passing doesn’t mean we become the dish immediately.

To become proper fare worthy of the restaurant’s reputation, we undergo regular exercise and dietary management. We’re also trained on dialogue to excite predators and the posture to adopt when being swallowed.

During this process, I made new friends.

Maple, outgoing and popular thanks to her futanari nature.

Mochi, polite and cute.

Patty, reliable and supportive.

Biscuit, quiet and reserved, so I didn’t get too close.


Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, we had our profile photos taken—a sign that the day we’d appear on the menu was set.

Tonight, we would gather in Patty’s room to discuss our potential predator. Who we hope it would be, and what kind of person would be ideal.


From here, the animation’s dialogue begins.

My name is Lingling. On the menu, I’m called "Noodle"

Waiting in the kitchen… hoping they call my name.

This aroused futanari is Maple. And next to her is Biscuit.

Today is the day we become the meal. I’ve waited for this moment forever.

Who will pick me?


Oh! Maple and I got ordered! I’m so thrilled!

I want to lie on the table right now, but first, I need to slick myself with some oil.

I’ll be back from the prep room soon.


Your meal is ready! I’m your meat.

I have to look as tasty as I can… I even practiced my poses. Come on, eat me!


I can feel Maple squirming next to me.

She says she held back for a whole month just for this moment.

Look… she’s gushing so much.


Biscuit is on the table now too. She seems to be at her peak. AHH~~~

Ooh… throat feels tight. It’s scorching hot inside. AHH~~~~

I can feel myself being pulled into the stomach… AHH~~~


It's dark. Something is wrapping around me.

The stomach is slippery and warm.

I can hear her voice echoing.


Ohh... the stomach is starting to squeeze me tightly.

Ah! It feels like it's trying to wring out my juices. Oh, she has a wild stomach.

Ohh... how do my juices taste?


The stomach is pushing me into a narrow, long place.

AHH~~ Am I… turning into waste now?

Oh, please eat all of me, even my bones.

Don't leave anything behind. AH~~


Hi, I'm Patty.

The restaurant’s closing, and I’m the last one left.

I’m just as tasty too...

Wait, someone came in! Please... please pick me!

Oh my God! She ordered me! Takeout… she’s taking me home!

I’m so excited! Hurry, take me already!

Ohhh… when will she taste me? I’m so excited I can’t sleep. I’m going crazy!


Fantastic voice acting

Noodle : @nsfw_sonia_va

Patty : @LohenVA

Always grateful.🩷 Thanks to my supporters, I can keep creating.


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