Quite Frankly Spooky

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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Honestly, I just want to be food. To slide down a woman’s hungry gullet and let her tongue taste everything that slips past her jaws. To squeeze into her tight, yet warm stomach and listen to her talk about how good I tasted. To sit and melt into a pile of chyme sloshing inside of her while she burps and kneads her swollen belly. To rest on her soft waist and be squeezed into her too-small shirts. To spill out from under the same shirts and jiggle with every step she takes. Yeah, that sounds nice.. ☺️

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Anonymous asked:

“I’m sorry, but I need to feed.”

A was always known as a safe predator, the person people turned to to get eaten and returned whole and unharmed a few hours later. But this time was different. You see, preds need to eat prey to survive, and always regurgitating your food isn’t a good way to get calories. But A knew no one would be willing to die for this, they always expected to return. Well this time they wouldn’t return.

B is one of A’s most popular visitors, not to mention a close personal friend. When B came up asking to be eaten that fateful day, the had no idea that anything was different. A was sadder going through with the swallowing than usual, knowing it would be their and B’s farewell. It was only when B was trapped in their stomach that they told them the truth. B would never see the light of day again. B was horrified that their friendly safe predator has betrayed them, but even more so that they were going to die. They cried, and A cried with them. They didn’t want to kill their friend, but they couldn’t help their urges. B screamed and clawed at A’s stomach walls hoping to force their former friend to release them, but then they finally saw what a true predator A was. It didn’t effect A at all.

Eventually B had to give up, and A’s stomach digested them with pain they had never felt before. But it was over. A had done it. They wept, wishing it hadn’t had to be like this, but knowing deep down that there was no other way. B’s chyme warmed A’s insides with the embrace of a friend, and in the morning all was left was a little new pudge. As much as A hated it, they felt….better. Happier. They hated knowing that it came at such a price, but they were glad B’s unwilling sacrifice was not in vain. All A’s tears were shed, and they approached the new day stronger.

B never had a proper funeral, only what A had said while they were in their stomach. No one but A ever knew the truth. When everyone went back into their friendly neighborhood preds belly, they never knew it had once been used to kill. And the secret of A stayed safe, until, of course, they needed to feed again.

FIN

thevoraciouschefconfessions answered:

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Bravo anon

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