God, I'm starving, I thought as I turned into my kitchen. Scanning the cupboards leads me into a heated debate over whether I have enough energy to make anything or if I should just go back to bed. Why isn't there ever anything good to eat? I groan loudly as another spasm of hunger rocks my stomach. You hear this sound breaking through the silence and you magically appear at my side. Your eyes are begging me to let you in. You want to make me happy and feel the comfort that no one else can provide you with. I turn my eyes away and nod slowly. This hunger hasn't subsided in any other methods. This is my last resort. I kiss your lips softly, memorizing their taste, winding my arms around your neck, pulling you closer, pressing myself against you. Suddenly, my hunger takes over and I feel your head disappearing into my mouth. My throat is coated in thick saliva making progress easy. I can imagine you inside me, cuddled close to my heart. In my haste, I swallow harder, wanting to have that closeness, that protection I know I can give you. I feel your shoulders expanding my esophagus, working your way down to my stomach. My hands run over my belly feeling the slight bulge you've already created. I panick slightly worrying that you're having a difficult time, but in response to my quickening heartbeat, you tell me you're okay. That this is exactly what you want. In response, I swallow again, moving you quickly down my throat so that now I only have to contend with your lower half. Your entire upper body is encased in mine. I can feel the tears sliding down my cheeks, partially from exertion, but also from the intimacy of this moment. I continue consuming your body, feeling every inch of you sliding through my throat, curling inside my stomach, making room for yourself. Your feet are dangling above my head, knocking my balance off slightly. I tumble to the kitchen flooring, cradling my belly protectively. The sudden jolt sends the rest of your body into my stomach and I sit, dumbfounded, with my mouth hanging open. A loud belch rocks my body and sends shivers down my spine. I rub my stomach slowly, wondering if you're okay. You curl up comfortably and raise your hand to my bellybutton. I can see the faint imprint and lay my hand over yours in a state of unity. I can already feel the nurturing effect taking over my body. You're okay, I'm okay, nothing could be wrong. You relax, comforted by the constant beat of my heart alongside your warm cocoon. After such an extreme exercise, I can barely keep my eyes open.
"You're okay, right?" I ask, uncertain.
"Of course," you respond at once. "I've never been better."
"I love you, Luke" I yawn.
"Sleep, I'll be here when you awaken."
I'd sure hope so, I think before my eyelids flutter shut. I pull my arms tighter around you, my stomach, desperate to revel in this moment and never let it go, but my body mutinies on me and demands sleep.
 
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I awaken, panicked, an hour later. I immediately cradle my stomach, worried for your safety. Then, I hear it. A gentle snore still emanating from my body. You're fine. I poke my stomach with my index finger. You jump at the sudden intrusion.
"Quiet, darling. It's just me."
You snuggle against my hand and I curl my arms around as much of my stomach as I can. My belly now rests on my thighs, my knees almost invisible under its girth. I slowly curl my legs under me, Japanese style to support its weight. I trace the outline of your shoulder, the curve of your spine. I'm so glad I can keep you safe, protected, loved. I lean forward, hoping to kiss my swollen stomach, to no avail. My breasts impede my attempt and I sigh discontentedly. You snuggle against my warmth, letting me know you understood my intent, whether successful or not. And once again, I drift off to sleep knowing you will never be hurt again.