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I want to feel the strong, hungry flesh of a predatory stomach ripple and flex against me... I want to feel the warmth of her body, the sound of her blood rushing around me, the beating of her heart felt through my very own flesh...

I want to feel the acids tingling and eating at my skin, slowly melting me, knowing that I'll soon become part of her... I want to feel my fingers become indistinct from each other as they blur into the same goopy mess while I cradle and massage the very organ that is turning me into goop... I want to kiss her from the inside with melting lips and heavy breaths, exhaling out my love for her and what her body is doing to me and inhaling her love for me and what I'm giving her...

I want to her her voice, all around me, words of love and teases... Knowing that she enjoys me just as much as I enjoy it... Promising me to that she'll hold onto my soul nice and safe to reform me, so we can do this again, and again, and again... I want to feel my mind go dark and blurry and muted as I give my everything to her - my body, my feelings, my mind, my breath, my life. Going out into a soft, gentle darkness full of love... And making her so, so happy and full and loved.

Oh... to be worshiped...

...And then worship.

To feel you in my grasp, so small, so devoted; calling my name like it’s something sacred… showing me, again and again, how much I mean to you.

…And to return it fully.

Pressing you to my lips, kissing your whole body; feeling every inch of you against me. Letting my breath wash over you, warm and overwhelming, my tongue tracing your body so slowly… savoring you.

Holding you close, gently, but with purpose.

Because you belong here.

"Let me worship you properly."

As I bring you closer... and closer...

Until there’s nothing between us at all.

Whatever worries you had, responsibilities you needed to take care of, whatever stress was weighing down on your shoulders... none of it can reach you here in this cage of fat, and flesh, and bone.

You are physically and mentally disconnected from that world. You cannot see it—only the grooves in the stomach walls in front of you. You cannot hear it—only the heartbeat thumping and the acids bubbling. You cannot feel it—only wetness and slime. You cannot smell it—only acridity and shared food.