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Becoming ever more than just man

Styled after scenes of sick

Converting body parts into food

Walking down a street with no suspicions to the unknown horror that lies prowling for my meat

It starts calling my me towards its lair

Luring me into false safe

I suspect nothing up to this point

A door is shut behind me

The beast shows me examples of its work that don’t look like anything strange

My guard remains lowered because its all food I would eat

Deliciously present

Mouth watering stench fills my nostrils

What joy it seems to have my body take in this beautiful concoction of flesh

The beast leads me into

A room smeared in innards

Adorned with organs and sharpened tools strung about to look more like a kitchen

And vented

To ward

Off

The

Stench

Pulling off my clothes without shame

To examine my physique and my skin

Suddenly cold and scared but curious

The Beast holds my dick with a tender grasp then grabs a knife to slice

I writhe and scream to express the sudden pain

The beast explains to relax

What comes next is to be the best part

To serve me bits and pieces of myself

I flail and try to run

He grabs and tries to pull me back to

Finish watching him at work

I can’t say I’m not interested

So I bear the pain and wait instead

The beast moves with speed and skill

Delicate slices make

Art from pieces of my dick to

Eat

Sushi

The plate set before me entices my senses

Such craftsmanship makes me cry

Or maybe it’s still painful

From being mutilated

Everybody would feel the same hunger

Its foul yet completely normal

My hunger overwhelms my need to escape

Must eat

Majestic and delicious

Flavors so rich it consumes me

I’ve never had something

That ever looked like pieces of me

Taste so good

The best part of eating it was seeing meat

Wrapped in my cock’s foreskin