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It feels as though only a few short minutes pass, before I drift off to sleep holding Naethan close. I end up waking up once or twice in the night, only to find that we're still attached to one another, so I simply fall back asleep and wait. Only when it's early morning do I finally feel my large appendage deflate enough for us to separate. Naethan shifts a bit, but stays asleep, so I try to ponder my next step.

No matter what, Nathan will likely want an explanation for everything that happened, as well as what's to come next.  After glancing around the room, and taking care not to disturb the still sleeping human, I find a clean shirt that had been tossed aside, and put on my underwear. I then take care to re-sheathe my cock before heading to the kitchen. Both of us will need some energy, and he'll need nutrients. So I get to work making some breakfast out of whatever I can find.

The smell of food hits my nose, causing me to slowly wake up from my slumber. I never felt this sluggish in my entire life, and still I'm so full. I turn to lay on my back, holding my stomach with both hands. My stomach, before I had sex, was a six pack, but now I look a bit bloated, and it feels almost solid, too. What the fuck did this lady to do me? Why am I not getting out of bed to yell at her to leave? I stare at my stomach in concern, but I get up anyways, so I can get to the bottom of this; it's not an easy task, taking me five minutes to get up because I'm so tired. When I eventually get up, I feel a bit dizzy causing me to clutch my stomach and the bed frame. I take a few deep breaths, my eyes closed, vaguely thinking, that's never happened before. I take one final deep breath, and stand up. The smell of food finally gets to me, causing this painful hunger in me, my hand from before clutching it tighter. I gotta eat, but Essa has some explaining to do before I put anything in my mouth. I turn around to grab my gun that was under my pillow. Once I grabbed my gun, I walked with determination to the kitchen, and I pointed my gun at her backside, the smell of the food at full-force, my stomach growling loudly. My determination faltered as I looked into her eyes, when she turned from the sound of my stomach growling, then I became nervous. She's a complete stranger, Naethan! But she looks so great, Naethan! She's done something to you that was done without your consent, when you were vulnerable! When you were still drunk! My eyes started to tear up at that. Yet there's just something about her that makes me not care about what she has done to me. I feel...complete when I'm with her. Oh, pull yourself together, Naethan; again, complete stranger. She's cooking in my kitchen like she owns the place. She can cook for me anytime, whatever she's cooking smells good. This bitch needs to die, Naethan! No, she needs to live! By now, I was trembling, my gun shaking in my hand. I was crying at this point, having a war inside my head.