you take my wife

At some point the binge ends. You leave me to return to normality, taking with you half again your original mass, more than half of that being my former life partner.

The clothes you came in are useless. Shirt buttons are knitted together by gaping holes, your tits spill out over your bra, and even your skirt has a waistband that cannot contain the growing magnificence of your arse. Your panties are a non-starter. You do not need to floss what does not have teeth.

“Stay,” I say, as you try on the clothes Amazon has provided. It is the only time I will ever ask so plaintively. Even then it feels freeing. Less like a command, more like a prayer, and a promise you will always have a place here.

“No.” You kiss me to soften the blow, which is a blessing I did not expect. Your wildness is part of what I love about you. “I am taking her away, you know. Say goodbye.”

You hold open your arms and twirl, showing off the changes you have made. Some are subtle, like the bones of your wrist being a little less obvious. Some are obvious, with your new summer dress showing generous cleavage.

The most obvious, though, is the sweet little belly that lingers especially between your waist and hips, a warm smooth curve that makes you long to remove your clothes and touch yourself in front of a long mirror.

I fall to my knees and kiss above and bellow your belly button. “Goodbye, my love. You are more beautiful now than you were in life.”

You bite back ‘at least, the bits that didn’t get flushed’. I’m having a moment here and you’re cheeky, not heartless.

Then I’m up and holding your face gently in my hands. I stare into your eyes, one to the other, like I’m searching for something.

“Thank you. For…” You watch me try and fail to express how complete you make me feel, how right you make the world; how otherworldly beautiful you are, even at your most beastial. “For just existing,” I finish, lamely.

“Oh! Well…” You take one of the hands on your face and bite with luxuriant slowness into the tiny artery in the flesh of my thumb. I don’t fight, don’t run, just accept the pain as you drink a couple of mouthfuls of me down. A healing kiss ends it. “I won’t ever stop existing. But you might, if you’re not careful.”

I smile, warm and genuine. “It would be worth it. One day?”

“Maybe.” You lick blood from your lips and look away, already thinking of other things. My heart pounds harder. The fear of being forgotten like so many of your prey only underscores how far above us you seem, to me.

Then your eyes falls on me like a collapsed wall. I freeze beneath its intensity. “You, you’ll have to earn it. Give me someone else important, next time.”

You pat your belly, break the tension with a smile and a kiss and a long hug. “Thanks for feeding me.”

Then you’re gone, taking my wife with you.