Soft digestion, vore, and weight gain ahead

Don’t you want to be my food? C'mon, I can tell from the way you blush that you’re intrigued. I don’t blame you. I would be interested too. I mean, let’s be serious here, why wouldn’t an adorable little thing like yourself want to be a treat? Your whole figure is so tastefully curved, every feature is so delicate and enticing; I’m sure that every inch of you must taste absolutely divine!

And we’d be so much closer if you were my food. We’d never have to be apart. No more missing each other when I’m at work, no more sadly pining for your presence when I’m alone, wishing for you to be with me. Once I gulped you down, we’d be truly inseparable~ You’d always be with me, always be there for me to cuddle and cherish~

And think of how fun it would be! I know how much you love it when I stuff myself silly, I know how much you love to snuggle and rub my swollen, grumbling belly as all of that food churns away into even more of that chub that you just love to squish! Well, if you just clambered into my eager maw, you’d be sloshing around behind my waist for a month at least. Every day you’d further melt into a soft, squishy sludge; turning my digesting potbelly into a symphony of deep, resounding gurgles and sloshes. I know how much you love my tummy noises! Wouldn’t you like to be the tasty meal causing them?

And think of how fat we’d become! I mean, I’ll be getting fatter, and you’ll just be my fat! Wouldn’t you love to become a permanent part of this soft, chubby gut which you love so much? I know that I’d treasure your additions forever! I’ll have to wear bigger and bigger clothes to accommodate my wobbly sack of digesting flesh and it still won’t cover all of us~

C'mon, I know you want to, just as much as I do, if not more. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t be afraid. My belly wants you. Needs you. Just crawl in, close your eyes, and let me make you truly mine forever…..