Hungry Consequences

"Ughnn..." I groaned at the gnawing emptiness in my belly.

All of my kitchen cabinets were flung open and my fridge had been ransacked. All the food I had in my apartment was either on the countertop or in the trash can. But, horror of horrors, I couldn't eat any of it!

Cereal tasted and felt like sawdust, while the mere scent of milk made me gag, and not in a fun way. My attempt at a sandwich was even worse, bread turned into disgusting mush in my mouth, the chicken slimy and rotten, the lettuce like moldy newspaper. My favorite instant ramen and curry were like bowls of untreated sewage.

Grape juice was just incredibly bland and watery, while regular water was unchanged, thankfully. My trembling hands unscrewed one last bottle and raised it to my lips.

Bubbly ambrosia graced my tongue and tears of relief ran down my cheeks. Head bowed and arms hugging the cold bottle of root beer to my tits. "Thank you for your mercy!" I said to any watching succubi.

For a few moments I sat naked on the tile sipping my soda to calm my complaining stomach and restore my blood sugar. After I drained the whole bottle I tilted my head back to think about my predicament.

If I couldn't eat normal food, what happened to my digestive system? A finger poked at my smooth belly. It felt the same as Saturday morning after I earned SLIM 'N TRIM, silky softness over taut muscle.

What was it like on the inside? My tongue had gone very far up inside me last night...

Overcome by curiosity, I took a bite of a plain granola bar. Chewing just enough to fit before I **** myself to swallow. Shuddering and gagging at the taste of rotten woodchips, the disgusting mass slid down my throat.

I will not describe in detail what followed. Just know that when the bite of granola reappeared, there was no stomach acid or bile along with it.

Which...had some implications. Also, I did not have to use the bathroom last night or this morning. Make of that what you will.

Why wasn't I immediately removing or modifying the culprit of my hungry woes you may ask?

SYNERGY FOUND BETWEEN REFINED TASTE AND TENTA-TONGUE: ESSENCE EATER!

• ESSENCE EATER: All of your nutritional needs must be obtained through the sexual fluids of others. Warning! Non-removable.

I think the worst part of this is how hot I found the idea. In the abstract? If I had been given the choice to do this for a weekend or something, I'd have done it in a heartbeat. Hell, the fact it was out of my control was also pretty hot. The more I thought about it, the more the idea grew on me.

I imagined it for a moment, sucking an array of cocks and eating pussy in a more literal sense every day. Yeah...I'm into it. But did it really have to ruin the taste of normal food!?

Standing on shaky legs and hands on my hips, I took in the ruin I had made of my kitchen. There's a bit more of a silver lining here, no need to buy or make food anymore. Hell, if I do it right, people will pay me to eat!

I looked out the window at the early afternoon sun, my stomach rumbled and my resolve solidified. I braced myself for what I must do. By which I mean I did a little happy dance as I dressed in a suddenly much tighter sweatshirt and my new favorite pleated skirt.

Now, who would let me suck their cock or eat them out in broad daylight?