Pussy chow

"Oh, man... I'm really not trying to be a jerk here..." King says, moving Scarlett Johansson's face up and down more rapidly, but not trying to **** himself into her throat. She drools and whines, continuing to cry. "I could do it again, but it'll probably hurt a bit..."

The genetic modifications give the men pretty big balls to hold the massive doses they give out, but they only hold a little more than one of the giant loads. It only takes a few minutes to refill, but if they try to give another before they fill up, it stings as they try to produce more than they have in stock. Burgerking sighs as he decides to risk it to give the crying young celebrity a break.

Scarlett's crying slows a bit as King releases her and begins to abruptly walk away. She's at least glad he didn't fill her mouth with another load of his gross cum before leaving. He walks into another room for a second, quickly returning with a with a bowl that says 'Worthless Whore' and sets it on his desk. She stares sadly at the words on the bowl, **** back more tears, as he guides her to sit in his chair, without taking off her handcuffs, and begins pouring her a bowl of plain looking cereal from a box labeled 'Pussy Chow'. It has a picture of a naked girl in cat ears on all fours, smiling happily.

Pussy Chow was the leading brand name for feeding strays and lesser cared for collars, tasting like bland flavorless wet bread if used with water or even milk, but the advanced flavor crystals activate on contact with semen, giving it a savory taste of usually chicken or beef, depending on which flavor is on the box. It's created mostly with nutrients reconstituted from the breast milk of the coma patients on the many human dairy farms, specifically to make up for any nutritional deficits caused by a diet of exclusively cum.

Burgerking finishes preparing the meal for Scarlett Johansson by jerking another tremendous load of semen into the bowl, wincing slightly as he gets to the end. It's not quite enough to make it float like cereal, but plenty to cover every flake with his copious dose.

"Enjoy!"

Scarlett stares at the disgusting bowl, unsure how she's supposed to even eat it, even if she wanted to, with her hands still tightly cuffed behind her. King stares at her expectantly, gesturing for her to eat, so she slowly lowers her head into the bowl and grimaces as she puts her tongue on one of the flakes, taking it into her mouth. She's extremely surprised to find out that it tastes rather good, like a nice beef stir fry, far better than she was expecting. She begins taking small mouthfuls as best she can with less hesitation as she goes.

King makes sure the words 'Worthless Whore' are facing towards him and frames up Scarlett Johansson in the viewfinder of his smartphone and takes a picture. He takes another, better picture, as she looks up at the flash and sound of a shutter noise with her face covered in stuck on flakes and cum. He's satisfied with the one that shows her face a bit better and begins to compose a virtue signal.

"Just walked into work to find this Scarlett Johansson clone being fed out of a Worthless Whore brand dog bowl like an animal! Will Worthless Whore apologize for this? End the injustice! Hashtag Strayrightsnow, Hashtag ScarlettJohansson, Hashtag Worthlesswhore." King says into his phone with voice to text. He goes back and corrects the mistakes the terrible voice recognition makes, still unimproved after more than a hundred years, then sends it. He watches for a few seconds as the virtue points start to roll in. He won't have to watch ads all week with this one!

"Sorry about that. We're supposed to feed stray pussies with a bowl like this, but I'm trying to fight for you, see?" King says, hoping the virtue signal makes up for the cruel treatment. He reaches behind her and unlocks the handcuffs, even handing her a spoon as a sign of goodwill.

Scarlett can't figure out how to feel about any of this, since his words seem so incongruous with his actions, but gladly takes the spoon and uses it to start finishing her bizarre meal of the future. King smiles even larger as she eventually stops her sobbing as she eats the meal of his seed.

"You're lucky you picked me, ya know? Pep would have taken your virginity and gotten you enrolled in some sort of college debt scheme, but I know the value of selling your virginity for a new stray! Aren't you happy?"

Scarlett glares at him with disbelief that he's the nicer choice as she slowly eats her meal. King looks surprised that she thinks he's still being mean, thinking for sure the free meal would help. His phone makes a noise and he begins to laugh as he checks the notification.

"HEY PEPSI! You just got banned off of Twitbook again for not watching your ads!" King says, opening his office door and yelling into the hall.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CARE?!" Pep yells back, annoyed.

Scarlett looks at Pep in the room across the hall, sadly trying to telegraph a 'Help me' with her eyes. He only glares back and King notices her silent plea and begins to laugh.

"Ha, ha! She still think you're the nice one! Can you believe it?"

The door across the hall slams closed in response and King walks back towards the desk, laughing. Scarlett is finishing the last bites of her bowl of Pussy Chow and beginning to pick the flakes off of her face and eating them too. She looks at him with fear.

"Don't be such a downer! I'm here to help you! Lets see what we can do about getting you a job."