As you pass each booth, the general chatter of the decently popular diner would fade and the faint squishing and gurgling sounds would become more pronounced. It was out of place… strange… and it would have remained a mystery if a small hum hadn’t gotten your attention.

The moth groaned, a set of claws pressing into the bulging abdomen shifted to his side as best he could manage. The muffled noises clearly found their source within. And if the faint shakes and pushes were a sign of anything, the moth hadn’t been alone in his seat for long.

It was only natural to stop and stare, but maybe you paused for a bit too long. You didn’t even notice his gaze flicking over until he leaned forward. His compliment flows easily into your ears. And his tongue travels quickly over his mandibles before resting teasingly around a digit. He was clearly still drooling.

And Femus was in a mood. He wanted every cute snack in that diner melting in his abdomen by the end of the night! They’re his~

“I was just getting worried I’d have to sit here alone for the rest of the night~”

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Femus isn’t subtle about his desires. And I have to show him off every now and again! After a few quick dates he’ll be close to full~

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