The Hook-Up

“Here we are,” says Mina as you follow her up the stairs to her apartment. She quickly taps a sequence on the combination lock and opens the door. “Make yourself at home.”

“Okay,” you say nervously as you walk in and slip off your shoes. “Nice place you have here,” you say as you look around the sparsely-decorated studio apartment.

“Thanks,” the fair-skinned brunette says as she slips off her black jacket and tosses it on a nearby chair. “It could use some color, I know. I’ve only been here a few months, so I haven’t done much decorating. Anyway, would you care for a drink?”

Oof. You already had quite a bit at the club. But one more wouldn’t kill you. “Yes, okay. That sounds nice,” you stammer.

“Alright. Just relax, Jack,” she laughs. “Have a seat on the couch - I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you say. “Sorry I’m so nervous - it’s just that I-“

“-Don’t usually do this,” Mina smiles. “Yes, I know. You already told me several times on the way here.” She says as she walks to the kitchenette.

As you listen to the clinking and pouring sounds of Mina mixing drinks, you reflect on how odd a night this has been.

It started out as a usual Friday, with you tagging along with your friends to the usual downtown Halliwell nightclub and being bored while they dance and party and flirt. You’re not much of a dancer, partier, or flirter, so you usually hang out at the bar and try to stay invisible until it’s time to leave and help your intoxicated friends stumble home.

You’re so used to being invisible that when Mina came up and introduced herself, it took her several tries to get your attention. You simply assumed she was talking to someone behind you.

As it turns out, she wasn’t. The attractive young woman in the black skirt and well-stretched crop top was talking to you. Flirting with you. With all the taller, thinner, more muscular guys in this club, for some reason she was talking with you. Then dancing with you. Then dancing closer with you. Then asking if you wanted to go home with her.

And here you are.

“Here we are,” says Mina, handing you a cocktail. “Cheers,” she says, taking a quick gulp.

“Cheers,” you respond, sipping hesitantly. “This is nice,” you say, enjoying the fruity beverage. “What is it?”

“It’s called a Tuga. Rum and citrus juice with a dash of cinnamon. A little something to take the edge off.”

“Thanks. I need it.” You say, taking a bigger gulp.

“Yes you do,” she says, setting her drink down on the coffee table and moving closer. “Mmm, you smell nice, Jack.”

“Oh? Uh, thank you,” you say, putting down your drink. “I’m sorry I’m so nervous. I’m just not used to this. I mean you - you’re beautiful. You probly get lots of attention from guys. But me? I’m used to being invisible. Women don’t even notice me.”

“Well, it’s their loss,” Mina says, moving in closer. “Cause you’re exactly my type.”

Before you can respond, she’s on your lips with a kiss. Then another and another. Soon she’s planting wet, slurpy kisses on your neck and cheeks and chin, finishing with a deep kiss that feels like she’s trying to devour your mouth.

“Yummy,” she whispers as she pulls away and looks you in the eyes.

“Yeah, that was pretty yummy,” you say.

“I meant you,” she says, wiping a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. “You’re delicious, Jack.”

“Oh!” You say, not quite sure how to respond to the unusual compliment.

Fortunately, she doesn’t give you much time to think about it before ripping open your shirt, pushing you down onto the couch, and beginning to kiss and lick your neck and collarbones.

Feeling like you should reciprocate somehow, you rub her back with one hand and run the fingers of your other hand through her soft hair. She doesn’t seem to care either way - Mina appears to be quite enjoying tasting you.

Soon she’s not just licking but slurping and gnawing at your chest and shoulders. This is beginning to feel less like a makeout session and more like a meal.

“Oohh, Mina,” you whisper, laughing nervously as she strips off your shirt and tosses it aside. “Are you kissing me or eating me?”

“Can’t it be both?” She says with a mischievous giggle, then begins gnawing her way down your right arm.

“Heh. Good point,” you chuckle uneasily, enjoying the sensation but wondering just how far she’s planning to take this — and how much she knows about you.

You like to think you’ve been pretty good about keeping your voraphilic tendencies a closely-guarded secret. As far as your friends and acquaintances know, it’s purely by accident that you frequently seem find yourself in the path of a hungry dinosaur or wandering into a park full of alligators. In all your 30+ years, you’ve never told anyone that you secretly enjoy the thrill of being snatched up and swallowed, and even the relative tedium of being digested and excreted.

It’s quite fun, really — albeit in a weird, gross, biological sort of way. You’re also vaguely aware that there are other people out there who also find it fun. There’s even a whole underground industry of filmstrips and magazines and mediaphone apps and seedy gulp clubs dedicated to the fetish.

But such things are mocked and frowned upon by people in polite society. It certainly wouldn’t help further your career in the financial industry if you were a known voraphile. So you’ve kept it a secret all your life. And yet Mina seems to know somehow. Somehow she knows.

“Mmm, you really like being eaten, don’t you Jack?” Mina says as she reaches your hand and begins gnawing on your fingers.

“Wh- what makes you say that?” You ask in a panic.

“Oh, just a hunch,” Mina says, rubbing your crotch and giving your aroused member a squeeze.

“That’s not- it’s not from-“ you stammer.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Mina says, quickly licking her way up your abdomen toward your face. “Plenty of people are into being eaten,” she says as she reaches your neck. “And some of us are really into being predators.”

“I think I see where you’re going with this,” you say, beginning to relax and really enjoy the sensation of Mina gnawing and slurping your neck.

“Wanna see where you’re going?” She laughs, scooting up and straddling your chest, lowering her belly to your face. “Right here. In my belly. I saw you sneaking peeks at it while we were at the club. I know you want it.”

You sit up and give her soft belly a kiss. She pushes you back down and smothers you with it.

“Yeah, that’s right. Worship my tummy. That’s where you’re going. That’s where you belong.”

“I wish,” you hear yourself say as you kiss and nuzzle Mina’s lovely, pleasantly plump belly.

She scoots back down the couch until she’s looking you in the eyes and says, “careful what you wish for, Jack. There’s something important you should know about me.”

“You- you’re a werewolf?” You gasp, your eyes lighting up with excitement as you realize the implications of this. You’ve always fantasized about dating a were-apex predator.

“No,” she says, causing your excitement to deflate. “I’m not a were. I’m a witch.”

“You’re - wait, what?” You sputter. “Witches aren’t real.”

“Oh, yes we are. And you know what I like to do with my power?” Mina smiles evilly as she whispers in your face, “I like to shrink people like you down to size. And eat them.”