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You look away, half thinking about these silly thoughts. Stuffing his head in your mouth, how could you do such a thing.
But your stomach churns, upset with your denial to provide it with sustainance. In that moment your boyfriend takes hold of your arms and looks down into your eyes, he'd seen the indecision in your face, he knows what he wants and that is enough if you're not sure.
"My parents are away for a couple of weeks you know?" He said his voice suddenly husky and sexy. He touches you're chin and tilts your face up towards his, looking up into his blue eyes, he looks like an angel. You're reminded then of how much you like him.
"You want some breakfast?"
You nod and stand up against him, jumping up into his waiting arms. You're lips meet, and you open your mouth. It hooks around his chin, just as his hands catch your buttocks. But in another moment you're looking down his back, his head in your mouth.
He slides furthur into you, up to his shoulders, with an ease that frightens you. You suck, and he lifts off the floor, to you he weighs nothing.
You catch his flailing hands in your own and suck again, feeling his head thrashing in panic within your chest.
He slides again, slipping ever deeper into your stomach, suddenly his ass in before you, and you close your eyes, vaguely aware that this is the last time you will be able to touch it, or him.
It slides into you and you savour the touch. Then his beautiful legs are passing infront of your face, and then he is gone.
You sit on the floor for a while, your stomach bulged and expanded when your lover entered it, but you can feel him dissolving inside there, like those acid baths you used at school in chemistry. He made no sound, perhaps he couldn't.
Soon your stomach flattens again, the muscles showing little or no stretch marks you would have expected. Your body is immaculate again.
You wonder what to do now, and almost immediately the hunger comes upon you again. You sit thinking for several minutes. It was demanding of you, whatever this strange curse was, it permitted no grief for your lover, and none for you. It is both insatiable and demanding, and no mere feeling of any kind was going to stand before it.
You hit on the idea then of inviting people to the house one by one, you could feed yourself for as long as it took, you had at least a week or two until your lover's family returned, and perhaps they would be able to add to your menu, if you could get them all without arousing suspicion, but it's better to face that problem when it came.
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