[Drabble for @nomdeplumestummy-blr]
I stare at my phone wide-eyed, my cheeks heated as I play the audio over and over again in disbelief.
Was my significant other really hungry for me? They never have been before. Sure, they have teased me every now and then, but never have I seen them swallow an entire person whole! Was this just my heart and imagination playing tricks on me? I could only imagine their stomach absolutely roaring while at work, no doubt disturbing all of the other employees!
Or what if they couldn’t wait to eat? What if they decided to eat somebody just to tide them over... like another employee, or their boss, or some passerby on their way back home? The very idea of them coming home with a gurgling bloated gut that sloshed and jiggled as they walked, welcoming me with a loud belch? It made me hot under the collar?
I look down at my plump figure from the sofa. Why would someone be hungry for a person like me? They must be just teasing, right? They wouldn’t dream of eating me alive... I squeezed my chubby belly and move it around. I imagined myself to be a filling meal, perhaps the most sweetest and fat-inducing dessert known to people. Like a giant chocolate cake made with love and bursting with feelings! At least, that’s what I like to think of myself.
The only way I could know if they really were hungry for me was to test them. From then to the end of the day, I began to cook whatever food and ingredients we had left in our stock, mixing recipes and making new ones, putting them on the dining room table one by one, and awaiting my s/o’s arrival. I was even getting hungry myself, dipping my fingers into some dishes and tasting it. When they come, I’ll know... I had a feeling of it!