It’s really not my fault, those Humans are so darn tasty, what’s an Ogress to do? I love snapping off their legs and sinking my teeth in. The thighs are yummy too, of course. And as for the breasts, oh those moist and juicy breasts. But no way do I have a problem. So what if I ate two for breakfast? It’s a cold, miserable day, I needed something to cheer me. And I woke up feeling shaky, things have been difficult recently. Besides, they were only baby Humans, they hardly count at all.
I usually eat them alive, it is more healthy that way. Though occasionally I slaughter and roast them for a bit of variety. I know I have been overindulging recently, I will cut back starting tomorrow. This is not a thing. I have it completely under control. I can quit any time I want to. I could quit today if I chose. Once I get through this rough patch it will be easier.
I’ll have a big fat one for lunch later and one of the petite ones for supper and that will be it for today.
Maybe two for supper, just this once.
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