What Do You Mean, You Dont Know How You Feel About This? Look At Him! Hes Practically Begging For You

What do you mean, you don’t know how you feel about this? Look at him! He’s practically begging for you to eat him. You think he started boiling himself for himself? It’s for you, sweat enhances the flavor, but if you want to pass up the finest — fine. This is for the best anyways; to tell the truth I started making my own plans for him.

Look at all those calories! Some might be intimidated by a guy like this, but if he’s not a pred, what’s the danger? Sure it’s a long shot, but that reward; simply mouthwatering. Imagine feeling all of that sliding up your ass, the pleasure alone would be worth it, but with all that meat, he’ll tide me over for a month or more! What’s the risk? Worst happens is he gets away, no different than if I never tried at all. Almost hoping he does weasel out so I could use him as a human dildo over again, but ultimately the calories places that plan firmly in the “Plan B” category.

Some men say that there’s only two types of men, predators and food, but not him. To him every man is just that, a man. The fact that a man is not merely just food is why they’re such a delicacy to him. The soul and conscious and purpose is the very reason why he devours them with such passion. Nobody was destined to be eaten until chosen by him. And now he has chosen you. Don’t try to argue your worth and attributes in order to escape his fleshy prison, those things are the thrilling details that make you his favorite delicacy. Just accept the turn of events and he’ll treat you well as you slowly melt to become one with him. Have a nice trip poor stranger, you’re his alone now.

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You know what? Fine. Go ahead. I don’t even care anymore. You’ve been pestering me about this so much for so long that now I can’t even take a shit without you trying to convince me to let you take me. It’s exhausting. I guess you win. You happy now? You happy this is how this relationship ends? I only stuck with you for so long because I knew you’d eat me if I broke up with you, but now I don’t even know that you’ll wait for that. So c’mon. Gobble me up like the monster you are. If I’m nothing but food to you, treat me like food, just get it over with. Right here, right now!

Plotting my escape . . .