Eat Me

I’ve always fantasized about becoming meat. Being cooked up and eaten just sounds so erotic to me. I could never really do it, as it’s illegal, but I think about it any time I get horny. When it’s really hot out, I like to imagine that I’m in an oven on low heat. When we have sex, I like when my boyfriend, Mark, bites hard into me, and I imagine that he’s tearing me apart. I could never tell him this though. I could never tell anyone. People would find it too weird and I would be shunned. Worst of all, Mark would probably break up with me.

Holding my feelings back like this is just making it worse. I’ve started to anonymously roleplay getting eaten with some people online. It helps a little, but I’m starting to feel like I really need more. Being food is almost constantly on my mind now. Just the other day, Mark noticed that I was distracted and asked how I was. “Delicious”, I slipped. I felt so embarrassed having made that slip, but Mark just smiled. “He must think I meant something else,” I thought to myself.

So here I am, on the computer, discussing my fantasies in an anonymous private chat with some man I don’t know.

“How long have you wanted to become food?”

“Since I was a little girl. I had always liked stories of monsters who eat girls like me.”

“How often do you think about it now?”

“Almost constantly.”

“You need it, don’t you?”

I pause for a second. A feel a brief chill come across me, and the answer is clear.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to be honest with you. I didn’t come here to roleplay. I came because I want to really try this, in the real world. Would you be willing to come to California for me?”

“I already live in California. My boyfriend would probably mind though.”

“He can come too. I’m sure there’s enough meat on your body for both of us.”

“He wouldn’t be into this though.”

“Well, are you meat or aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“Then tell your boyfriend you’re going to Australia or something and come over to my place.”

I hesitate again. I know that I have to say no. It’s illegal, immoral, and no sane person would go somewhere specifically to be eaten. I want this so badly though, and I’m not going to get another opportunity.

“Alright, what’s the address?”

It turns out that the person is actually not just in the same state, but only a town away. I tell Mark that my boss needs to bring me with him on an impromptu business trip, and I tell my boss that Mark just surprised me with tickets for a cruise and I need a few days off.

The next morning, I make sure that I’m as presentable as possible.