"Well honey I don't want to make you eat someone that you don't want to." You say. You would love to have Max get eaten, that sleaze ball is always causing problems for you. He seems to know exactly when you are at your absolute worst, and when to coax you into making a bet you are sure to lose. To be honest, you're lucky your wife loves you so much and makes plenty of money. If she was any other woman, you would've become fat on her ass years ago... probably the time after you bet your BMW after your best friend was eaten by the daughter of one of your business rivals and lost it.

Luckily for you, your wife, Liz, is fiercely protective of you, as are your two daughters. Max knew it would be suicide to ever come after you. Even so... you still owe him a lot of money.

"Well I want to keep my meal, so I'm willing to do it." Connie replies.

"You can keep him dear." You sigh, which causes Fred to scream in protest. As a father of two beautiful voraphile daughters and the husband of a beautiful voraphile, you've seen many a men die inside of the bellies of your family. Fred wasn't the first person you ever essentially sentenced to death by allowing your daughters to keep their meal, and he wouldn't be the last. It is disconcerting at times to sentence another man to death by painful digestion inside of your daughters' stomachs... but you care about your daughters. And a sad fact about the messed up world that you live in is that women eat men. Your daughters needed to eat to live a comfortable life, so you deal with the slight feelings of guilt.

Connie beams at you and wraps you in an awkward hug... She is barely able to get her arms around you thanks to her extended stomach.

"You're the best daddy! Thank you so much!"

You chuckle at your daughters enthusiasm. 18 and she still reacts with just as much enthusiasm when you let her keep a meal as she did when you let her keep the neighbor boy she first ate when she was 12.

"No problem sweetie. Just please don't eat the next one? I really need my business associates to make money."

"No promises, but I'll try my best." Connie replies with a cute smile on her face. Translation- Connie would most likely eat the next business partner you brought home.

"Dad how are things with Max though?" Connie asks in a serious tone.

"Not good." You sigh. "He always seems to catch find me whenever I'm feeling down, and always manages to convince me to take a bet that I end up losing. Last week I bet $10,000 that the Spartans would beat the Amazons."

"WHAT?! Are you serious? You bet on an all male team to beat an all female team in football? Are you crazy? The Amazons ate all of the Spartans!"

"I know." You sigh again. "But I had just found out that one of my childhood friends was eaten by his daughter, and Max convinced me the Spartans would surely pull off the upset...and he said I owed it to my friend to take a risk in his honor."

"That little bastard!" Connie bristles in anger. "And why didn't you tell any of us that your friend got eaten by his daughter?"

"I don't want to burden you kids or your mother." You admit. "It's just a sad fact of life that most of the guys I've befriended or befriend are going to end up getting eaten. If I came to you guys every single time one of my friends was eaten I'd be weighing you down with negativity at least five times a week."

"Awww! Well don't worry Dad, I'll never eat you." Connie assures with a bright smile. "Unless you reaaaaaaally want me to." She adds with a wink.

"Well thanks sweetheart, I appreciate that."

"So how are we going to lure Max to me? Will he come over if you invite him to dinner?"

"Connie I told you that you don't have to eat Max if you don't want to."

"Well I want to! I don't want anyone taking advantage of my father! That little shit is going to become my shit for what he's done to you!"

You flash Connie a grateful smile. If it wasn't for how much your family cares about you, you aren't sure you would be able to mentally survive. Their love is what gives you strength to continue on, despite losing multiple friends to the bellies of women every week.

"Well, I don't think he would come over here if we invite him for dinner. He's smart, he would instantly see the trap."

"Then tell him your wife has given you the money to pay off all of your debts." A new voice calls. You turn your head to see your beautiful wife smiling at you.

"I thought you said I had to get out of that mess by myself?"

Liz smiles at you. "I heard everything. I wish you would've told me how he kept getting you to bet, as I would've eaten him years ago if I knew he was doing that to you. But now that I know, he's definitely going to be a pile of shit soon. Now here's what you're going to do- call Max and tell him that your wife has decided to give you money to pay off all your debts. Connie, Anne and I will go with you and we'll eat Max and his entire crew."

"It will be like a family picnic!" Connie grins.

"That should work..." You mumble as you idly stare at your daughter's bloated belly. It seems poor Fred has given up, as her stomach really isn't moving much anymore.

"Alright, I'll call right away."

"Aren't you forgetting something dear?" Liz asks.

"Umm... thank you for agreeing to help me?"

"No dad! I'm still digesting Fred!" Connie explains while jabbing at her belly. "We should wait until I've squeezed him out of my butt that he was so intent on staring at earlier."

"Oh... right. Well I'll call him and set up the meeting tomorrow then."