I still can't believe how it all happened. Anyways, it went down like this. I was at the dance, with my girls, just having fun. A boy came from the crowd and asked me to come to his house with him. He was just gorgeous! I left my friends and walked with him, down the alleys, through the snow.
When we reached his house, I was famished! He took me inside and sat me down at the table. He began to cook, wearing a ridiculous pink apron. I complained and griped about how hungry I was, and soon, he lay a giant turkey onto the small table. The table's legs shook and groaned, but they held. I was so hungry, I didn't care that I always watched what I ate. I was a light 90 pound cheerleader that guys absolutely drooled upon. But after that turkey, I should've weighed about 200 pounds! My stomach stuck out in front of me and I groaned, slouching in my chair. The boy took my hand and told me to stand on a scale, which I did without question. His eyes were just so mesmerizing... I nearly swallow my tongue when I see my weight: 150 pounds?! Augh! But the boy just shakes his head, obviously disappointed. I want to please him, so I tell him I'll eat more if he wanted me to. He looks at me, astonished, but then smiles, happy.
He continues to cook for me, showing me KFC buckets of fried chicken from under the table, which is strange because I didn't see them when I came in. But I continue to munch and swallow and eat, somehow still able to eat more and more. My chair's legs begin to buckle and after a couple dozen buckets, they snap and I fall on the floor, the legs smashed to pieces. I look at my stomach again and bite my lip. I was humongous! But the boy is pleased and so am I, so my worries begin to fade. We go to the basement instead to eat, and the boy puts in a mirror and a scale down there. I eat and eat, ravenous for more. But by midnight, I look like a hippo, so I start to pause... The boy gets angry and tells me to eat faster. I start to feel full, so I tell him and he chains me to the chair. He tells me to drink a strange liquid, and I drink it, though nervously. My agitateness vanishes completely and I smile to myself. Who cares if I weigh as much as an elephant? So I eat faster and faster, my stomach bulging and straining against my pink sweater.
He removes the chains and hugs me, lifting my face to give me a kiss. He does it repeatedly through the night, and through the days that follow. But each day, his arms seem to shrink and he can't put his arms all around me all the time. I don't really notice the MISSING pictures on the milk when the boy pours the entire carton into my mouth, one by one. Soon after, my pink sweater tears and I wear nothing, but the boy doesn't complain. In fact, he looks happier. So I eat and eat until it turns to the late of December and I can barely fit in the basement anymore. He moves me to his bedroom and cooks for me, delicious food. I wolf them down, excitedly. The boy tells me one day, that we can go outside. He shows me a blue coat that he knitted for me, with pants to match. So we walk around the neighborhood. Well... more like the boy walking. He tells me to walk downstairs, which I do unsteadily, and into a giant cart which he wheels me around in. I snack on chips on the way. We go to his own restaurant and he feeds me. My legs grow puny and I strain to reach for things now a days.
After a couple months into the summer, he leads me into the backyard. He looks sad, so I ask him what's wrong. He says he is so very hungry, and I realize that he hasn't eaten once in the few months I've been staying with him. I give him a hug and tell him that I love him. He says he loves me too and gives me another drink. I slurp it down eagerly and feel sleepy. I feel myself tip backwards and with a Thump, I fall asleep.
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I grew attached to the girl after a couple of months, but I knew I had to do it. If I didn't, I would starve and die. I look up at her. Her figure is 15 times bigger than when I brought her home. I take a deep breath and lift one of her giant pudgy feet up to my mouth. I begin to slowly swallow her, like a tiny snake. After I'm finished, I am as large as my own house and I pat my stomach contentedly.
"Sweet dreams..." I murmur to my stomach, where my soul mate rests eternally.
