Finger your friend’s hyper sheath casually while watching a movie because you’re so very addicted to [pre]cum

Proposing to your friend one day that you’re curious if you can subsist on their cum for a few days and doing so to their bashful delight.

Hanging out with your friend more and more and sleeping over for extended periods of time because, among other reasons, you delight being muzzle deep in their sheath as many meals of the day as you can.

Moving in with your datefriend because you’ve fallen deeply for them and they’ve fallen deeply for you.
Your first romantic date consists of a nice cut of steak, potatoes, greens, and red wine.
for them.
Because you’re under the [rather large] table enjoying your meal straight from the tap.

Not noticing your actual food intake going down over the next years, until you realize one day that you’ve been consuming nothing but your partner’s cum for a week straight.

Breaking down one night and telling your partner that all you want to consume is their spunk. That you didn’t ever imagine yourself that hooked on cum, but you are and you don’t want to stop.
They hold you, comfort you, giggle, and assure you that they have known for quite a long time.
And if you want, you can always have as much as you’d like.

Settling into you’re wonderfully strange diet and having a number of months to a year of pleasantness before your physique starts to change. At first, it’s a bit of chubbiness, but you like that and all things seem healthy. Your datefriend teases you about it every so often and it feels nice.

doing a lot of physical activity at work one day about a year in and catch yourself feeling particularly slick. You curiously taste your sweat and are alarmed at the taste.
Maybe this diet is having unintended affects but…
Well, you aren’t stopping of course