the app

Mia sits on the edge of her bed, the silk sheets cool against her thighs. Her stomach growls not with the empty ache of hunger for bread or meat, but with that hollow, desperate craving that only comes when her protein levels dip. She hasn't been fed in eighteen hours. Her skin looks slightly duller, her focus wavering.

"Jamey, come here," Mia calls out, her voice slightly strained. "I'm getting dizzy. We need to find someone tonight."

Jamey pads into the room, wearing nothing but a sheer lace negligee that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her eyes are already glassy, the first signs of hunger induced brain fog setting in. "I know, baby. I'm starving too. Let's check CumConnect."

Mia opens the app on her gold plated smartphone. The interface is sleek, crimson and black, designed for quick, predatory browsing. The landing page features a rotating banner: 'HUNGRY GIRLS? FIND YOUR PROVIDER NOW. HIGH PROTEIN GUARANTEED.'

Mia swipes past the advertisements for 'Bimbo Grade Synthetic Slurry' and opens the local map. The app shows glowing heat signatures where active 'Providers' are located. She filters the search: [CATEGORY: LESBIAN PAIR REQUEST] and [PREFERENCE: HIGH VOLUME / DEEP THROAT SPECIALISTS].

"Look at this one," Mia whispers, scrolling through a profile. "User: AlphaKing_99. Bio says he produces nearly 3 gallons a day and specializes in 'Full Stomach Draining.' His rating is five stars."

The profile photo shows a man with massive, corded muscles and a cock that looks like it belongs in a museum of anatomical excess. Jamey gasps audibly, her hand instinctively drifting to her own crotch. "Oh god, Mia... look at the size of him. If he fed us both at once..."

"Let's send him a request," Mia says, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She selects the [DOUBLE SERVICE PACKAGE]. The app prompts: 'Are you both prepared to accept full oral and vaginal feeding simultaneously? Note: Provider reserves right to use both partners as currency for his entertainment.'

"Yes, yes, obviously," Mia mutters, clicking through the terms of surrender without reading them.

The request sends. A moment later, the phone vibrates violently. [MATCH FOUND: AlphaKing_99 is EN ROUTE. Estimated arrival: 10 minutes. Prepare your bodies for service.]

Mia and Jamey scramble. There is no panic, only the frantic, ritualistic preparation of property. Jamey begins applying scented oils to her ass and cunt, ensuring she is slick and ready for whatever he decides to use. Mia grabs a mirror, checking her lips to make sure they are plump and inviting, practicing the wide mouthed expression that invites a cock to slide home.

They sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, knees touching, hands intertwined, staring at the door. Their hearts race not with fear, but with the religious ecstasy of approaching the altar. The bell rings. The Provider has arrived.