My life’s purpose (vore and implied digestion)

My whole life, I just assumed that I was a normal person who just deserved to lead a normal existence. But that’s not the case. Let’s be real here. My worthless, skinny little twink body is meant to feed superior beings, and deep down, I know it. All of my hopes, dreams, and aspirations mean nothing. My personality and worth as a human melts away in the face of any pred’s overwhelming need for more food.

And if I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t want to be eaten and digested. But deep down, I know that I’m nothing but food. Nothing more than a gutslut, a juicy slab of meat meant to fatten some lucky pred up. My body knows that I’m food, my instincts know that I’m food, hell, even my DNA knows I’m only food….