She was sitting on the park bench, all by herself, as nobody else was in this park. Theyre all probably at home eating ice cream or playing video games and watching television. Lazy Americans. Miss Gina Margaret, I called out her name in my regular voice, which was very deep and has been known for scaring cats to the point of their death.
Gina looked up at me, puzzled at why my body was hidden, but immediately wore a look of freight on her face. It was probably my eyes. I have yet met a person to think its normal to have glowing crimson eyes. But yet, Im not normal. And yet it might scare them as well as that all they see, since my face is hidden and buried under the hood of my dark cloak.
Y-Yes? she stuttered in fright.
I watched as her stomach piled out in front of her, eating the fried chicken nuggets. I could see her plump stomach starting to come out of her shirt. The good thing was it never stopped. It would keep going, just like how her hunger was. Would just keep going, and going, and going. I heard the zipper in her jeans zip down because of the pressure of her flabby stomach that was progressively growing.
She kept eating as her stomach grew, and her stomach was starting to push against the table, as the button for her jeans exploded off, hitting me in my leg as I yelled DAMN IT! because of the pressu