Chapter 2 - I Hear She Swallows (gokkun, cum diet)

Devi loved cum.

Loved everything about it, in fact, and not just because one of her body mods made it so that her digestive enzymes processed a fresh load of nut-butter at total efficiency, making it one of the healthiest snacks she could get her hands on. The taste, the texture, the feel of it gushing into her mouth in dense jets… to Devi, it was ambrosia handed down from on high. She ruminated on this as she idly worked another sticky load from a fat cock that she didn’t recognize into a glass; she didn’t do it often, but on a cold winter day, there was nothing like a cup of steaming-hot jizz to make her feel all was right in the world.

This hadn’t always been the case, though. First starting out in the competitive world of compensated relief station sluttery, one of her biggest complaints was that she hated swallowing. The mere image of cock-sludge coming anywhere near her delicate mouth, or oozing down her throat, had set Devi's stomach churning. Just when she’d managed to wrangle her current posting, though, her beaten-down old Mitsuyoda had finally given up on her, and that daunting challenge of affording a new car had arisen.

It had seemed insurmountable, but then a friend of hers (a volunteer relief worker who’d had somebody’s tenta-cocks buried in her womb at the time) had suggested an ingenious plan to get the money quickly: since her augmentations could process semen as an efficient food source, why not save the money she would normally spend on food and just suck down gallon upon gallon of nutrient-rich ball-slop instead? 

Ingenious. Inspired, really. Once she got past her aversion to jizz, it was damn-near foolproof.

Needless to say, the first month had been… difficult. Swallowing was tough work, but she’d had some leftover stores of food from the month before, and what little she could spare from the stipend she got to pay for relief station necessities (lube, dildos, cock-rings, etcetera) could be used to pay for some light snacks. With each day that passed, though, she trained herself to get past her mental hang-ups, working to get a little more syrupy cum down her gullet in the name of her personal savings.

By the second month, things were going pretty well. She’d managed to get herself to drink perhaps eight ounces of thick reproductive fluid per day, which seemed to be just enough to tide her over for a day so long as she got a couple of slices of bread down, too. It left her stomach aching in hunger, though, and she found herself growing crabby and irritable. It had been around that time that her volunteer friend (this time managing to say it around some lucky pooch’s fist-sized knot) suggested she “burn the boats”, so to say, and stop buying food altogether. If there was nothing else to eat, she’d be forced to get over her issues, right?

Which was about as good an idea as any Devi had heard up to that point. So she’d finished the last of her food that month, tightened her metaphorical belt, and got to work. By the end of her third month, Devi was totally used to sucking down the sticky fruits of her labor, and she was chugging entire cups’ worth of semen a day. She found that around thirty-two ounces would keep her from getting hungry, but forty-four ounces was a sweet spot that left her feeling energized and normal throughout the day.

Month four was when a true love of jizz began to settle into her heart. She was quickly becoming a cum connoisseur, learning to identify the different textures and tastes of it. Soon, Devi could pick out the individual flavors as they related to different producers, from the excessive amount of musky slop horses offered, to the rich geysers that came from dogs, to the nauseatingly-thick sludge hypervirile futa breeders worked out. She relished it all equally, playing with it in her mouth and coating her tongue with each load’s unique palette before swallowing it down.

By month five, Devi had just enough to buy a used car, which was nice—but why stop there? She’d become a full-on jizz junkie by that point, relishing the taste and feel of semen on her tongue, gulping it down in heavy draughts that left her sated and full. So Devi kept going, drinking cum day in and out and keeping track of her favorites, banking her money all the while.

She made it a full year before she decided she might as well go back to eating normally. This was her choice, though she hadn’t made it on a whim; rather, when invited to dinner by her friend (this time while struggling to breathe around a massive member lodged in her guts somewhere near her sternum), Devi realized… she couldn’t remember what solid food tasted like, or even the feel of it in her mouth. She’d been sucking down ball slop for so long she’d forgotten what it was like to eat!


But those were good days, Devi thought back to herself, reminiscing as she drained the mug in her hand and working down a mouthful of rich, dense semen. Maybe I should save up for a TV or something…