hey i was wondering if i could eat you but there's no indicators? where's postybalt at when you need him. like I would LIKE to swallow around those fat wobbly asscheeks of yours and plunge you into a warm digestive soup in my stomach but I CAN'T. I would WANT to have to go shopping naked after you melt into 300+ pounds and none of my clothes fit anymore, my huge human gut bumping into racks and making a racket, eyes on me, on you, pulling at outfit after outfit and embarrassingly having to walk to the next size up while burping the whole time but how am I supposed to know???