Leo has always hated the creaminess and thickness that it's known for. He always resisted its call for him. Everyday he chased his desire for it out of his mind. These thoughts tormented him and he couldn't live with the guilt of having them. He knew his family would accept him but he's always known this was bad for him. He tried to make himself hate it but these attempts always had the opposite effect. His passion for it grew every passing minute, the thought of it in his mouth made him salivate and feel a fuzzy joyful satisfaction in his stomach. Sometimes he'd wake up in the morning and feel real pain for the loss of his fantasies and would close his eyes hoping to catch a final glimpse of this secret pleasure. But soon enough this wasn't sufficient to tame his impulses and he gave in to his inner desires. He had yearned for it for too long and was finally ready to let loose. Leo quickly got started on his prep work, if he was gonna do it, it had to be perfect. He got everything together in just shy of two hours. He was so pleased it would be only him and the object of his true pleasure. When he was finally ready he opened his mouth as wide as it needed to be and took a big, blissful, satisfying bite of his rich, robust potato soup.
