He licked the last dregs of flavor from his lips and fingers, the relatively small lump passing his ribcage and into his already bloated belly. He smiled, giving the bulbous flesh a soothing rub. It burbled happily in response and rewarded him with a gentle release of air. -'HOOOORRRP'- The taste returned again. Sweet, salty with hints of earthiness. Oh, what a lovely flavor. His diet was ruining his figure, but it was worth every pound,ever calorie. His stomach started to churn a bit more vigorously as his occupant struggled. Small hands desperately pawing at his nigh impenetrable stomach. This was just a holding cell. A place to 'tenderize' soft flesh and apply an agent to dull the senses. He was no monster. Gluttonous? Absolutely. But not a monster. He would make it so this one would unite with him, painlessly. She was sweet to him, in taste and personality. Poor thing thought he was stuck in the ground. Such innocence didn't belong to this cruel unforgiving world. It would be better this way. She would be safe from all harm as a few more inches of fat on his belly and a good amount of nectar for him to absorb for the coming winter. The Alraune waddled back to his perch, his roots digging deep into the earth as he cradled his belly. He relaxed and smiled, eagerly awaking his new companion to finally come home.

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