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.. ☺️