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"Stop fighting, man, can't you see it's useless? I've already swallowed you whole, and unfortunately for you, there's no escape. You're doomed to stay inside me until my body assimilates you and you become nutrients.

I’ve got a great life honestly. Just got a promotion, drive a nice car, split a large apartment on the nice side of town, almost finishing that online masters the company’s paying for. It’s pretty sweet, not gonna lie. So tell me then, why I feel the call of the void whenever my roommate works out in these damn leggings. I’ve got everything I could want in this life and yet, there’s a voice in my head telling me to pull down his pants and dive right in. How does that even make sense? Part of me wants to ask him to stop wearing these, but I know that’d just make him wear them more or worse, ask to suck me up his ass. I’ve seen him do it before and what’s even worse, I really enjoyed watching it. Obviously I don’t want to die in my roommate’s ass, obviously I don’t want to actually let him do it, but I’m scared that if he asks when I’m a few beers in I might not say no.