Sarbiton nodded and rubbed his face slightly. He glanced down her, not to her breasts but to see her stomach. It was usually plump from what he heard but he generally wanted to see if it was occupied.
“Thank you. I have to ask though.”
His eyes wandered back up and he looked on seriously for a moment.
“Are you planning to eat me? Your name carries a little reputation for a not-so-little hunger of yours. I just want to get it out of the way if it’s going to be that sort of thing where… we’d still be friends but you’ve got your eyes set on me being in your stomach or not. I’ve had those friendships before.”
A wavey handroll accompanies his prattling.
“I won’t like it if it is and I’ll definitely try not to be eaten, and I’ll struggle to get out to the last second. i just want to get things… clear, y’know? That this is what’ll happen so I know what to expect, if being eaten everytime you see me is what you expect.”
He’d pause for just a moment.
“Is that a little too much all of a sudden to discuss?”
Oh! No it’s not too sudden at all!
Jane smiled widely, her little buckteeth seeming to shimmer for a moment, her cyan eyes staring lovingly into his own. She coughed into her hand and stood up straight, nodding a bit.
I more than definitely plan to eat you! I mean, thats what I was going to do from the beginning! Just like every anon I’ve ever gotten, you’re just another fattening little treat for me! Difference is, I’ve got a face to look at as I suddenly cram your arms down my throat! It makes a big difference seeing that sudden look of fear on their face, you know? The moment they realise that it’s actually real and that they’re just going to become a big fat ball of mush to probably add to the width of my ass or a few cup sizes! It really makes me feel like eating people is what I’m destined for!
Despite the grimness of what Jane just said, she kept her friendly, almost waitress-esque smile plastered onto her lips, adjusting her glasses a little and placing her hands behind her back, locking them together to push her chest out a bit.
Soooooo. I’m going to assume this is the part where you either A) Try to run, or B) Beg me to let you go, right?