It had been about a week since you had been eaten by your strange alien friend, and every so often you caught your mind wandering back to when it happened. He was surprisingly sweet and gentle with you. As you stood looking at the shelves and shelves of food in front of you, your mind started to conjure a new plan. 


        When you got home, he was still chilling on the couch, eyes widening with excitement as you entered the door, many grocery bags in hand. Still, he stayed on the couch, cozy as could be. 


        “Hey,” you said, waving to him as you placed the bags on the counter. “Did ya miss me?” He slow-blinked a few times at you before responding, “Oh absolutely!” He raised his arms dramatically, gesturing towards the rest of the room, “you have no idea how boring this place is with no company, there’s nothing new to look at, everything is mushrooms!” 


        You smiled slightly, nodding. Trying not to seem too suspicious, you asked if he was hungry. “Always,” he said, flashing a toothy smile. You blushed a bit, not quite expecting that response. As you rummaged through the kitchen, you grabbed a pack of lunch meat, throwing a few slices to him as you gathered more food. He ate them incredibly fast, stuffing each thin piece of meat into his mouth and swallowing without so much as getting a taste. 


        You were excited with how enthusiastic he was with this, so you decided to continue with your plan. You set down some food on the table in front of him, ten plates of hot wings, seven doughnuts, a pot of spaghetti, and a whole pizza. He stared at the food, looking a bit baffled, “I don’t… usually eat this much-”


        “That’s too bad,” you said, watching him hesitate as he grabbed one of the plates of wings. As he ate, a bit of sauce dropped on him, although he didn’t seem to mind. Suddenly, you got closer to him, asking quietly if he would mind opening his mouth. He did it without question, allowing you to feed him all of the wings, although he did seem a bit confused by this turn of events. You then moved to the doughnuts, picking one up and shoving it into his open maw. 


        He chewed the doughnut slowly, furrowing his brow, “This is really sweet, my mouth feels sticky.” You giggled a bit, “That’s how doughnuts are, silly!” He ate several more of them, licking the sugar off of his lips. Soon, all the doughnuts and wings were gone, and you found yourself hand feeding him spaghetti from the pot, the loudest noise in the room being the sounds of him gulping down forkfuls and forkfuls of spaghetti. 


        It seemed as though he loved it, you could barely keep the food coming fast enough. You’d never seen someone eat this much before. 


        Before too long, all the food was gone and he looked at you strangely. His belly was swollen, and even though his face almost looked as though he could still eat more, you knew he had eaten enough food to last a normal person several days. “I didn’t even know I could feel this full…” he huffed as you sat next to him. 


        “It’s nice, isn’t it?” you cooed, as you placed your hands on his belly. “Yeah…” he groaned, feeling your thumbs rub and press against all the parts that hurt. You leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, before teasing him that if he was still hungry, there was still more food. He, of course, shook his head, rejecting such a silly statement. 


        You smiled again, happy that he enjoyed himself. The both of you soon grew tired, resting your heads on each other's shoulders. “You really are sweet to me,” he muttered, before the two of you fell into a peaceful sleep.