The corners of his mouth suddenly turn upward in an elfish grin, his eyes twinkling, and you think for a second he's going to cry. Instead his entire body shakes with laughter. You look at the tasty lad with curiously as he calms down.
"Yeah right, big guy", he chuckles. "I could believe the other stuff maybe. But once you start talking about eating people-"
"You're not a person though", you growl seductively, "you're three inches tall. You aren't even a mouthful. Not a full meal... just a snack."
"Yeah, OK man. And you don't care about my life before this, and how hard I've worked, how much living I have to do, all the obstacles I crossed, my family, my hopes..."
"I care how tasty you look."
He laughs again. "Drop it guy. There's no way you'd just eat shrunken people."
"Not people. Tiny treats. And not just anyone... I only like the sweet salty meat of boys."
He doesn't laugh, and is visibly shaken, suddenly unsure of himself, but still looks at you disbelievingly.
"Uh-huh. And how many guys have lost their lives and dreams to your appetite?"
You have to think for a moment. "I don't know. I mean, some die in other ways. Like my sexual appetite-"
"Your sexual appetite?"
"Yeah," you bring your face in, digging your nose into Corbin's solid chest and breathing heavily into his sweet sweaty aroma. "Don't get me wrong, you guys taste absolutely delicious... mouthwateringly, really... but I got into this because of the sexual thrill it gives me to take thousands of your lives just for my own pleasure."
He scoffs, still unsure. "You're fucking sick dude."
You continue. "I mean, I can't count the number of times I've been dining on one of you, while another flails around in my stomach, and a third boy is being prepared by me, (either cutting off an arm for a grill, boiling in water, putting in the blender, etc.), while two more are fucking in my asshole, and a bunch of you little morsels of deliciousness are jacking me off with your whole glistening sweaty bodies."
Corbin has lost his entire smile. He was uncomfortable enough when you kept inhaling his aroma harder and harder as you talked, but looking over the side of your hand he sees the bulge in your pants getting bigger and bigger. "Stop it, freak!"
"I'll prove it to you my succulent young man."
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