“Because I’ve always wanted to eat you.” Garth answered.
You blinked. “WHAT?!”
“Oh yeah.” Garth went on. “Ever since I was little, when I realized you always got grossed out when I burped too loud or talked about my feeling my food break down or you could hear my stomach rumble.” You shuddered, hating these reminders as the though of the human digestive system always made you uncomfortable. At your discomfort, Garth grinned. “Yeah, like that! Little me always thought it was so funny my dad was grossed out by something so normal that if only encouraged me to do it. ‘Course it didn’t help your case that papà found it funny too and that only encouraged me.
“But then one day my stomach was really active, and I was laying in here wishing you were that to hear it. And then I thought: what if you were inside me, listening to it happen? And I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Whenever I touched my belly I imagined you in there, grossed out of your mind as you were stuck in all my chewed up food. You’d be yelling to be let out, and is just say, “ sorry dad, somebody’s gotta be down there, and I chose you!”” Garth grinned, licking his lips and lifting you towards his mouth. “And now, after so many dedicated years of studying, I can finally make my dream a reality!”
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