This choice: Aisha comes in with a fat belly • Go Back...Chapter #5Aisha's normal day by: chaos   “I’m home!” Aisha sang as she trotted into Starwind and Hawking Enterprises like she owned the place. Jim winced at Aisha’s voice, her singing sounded like a cat being fed into a wood chipper. He turned off the TV to greet the cat girl that had quickly become like a big sister to him. He didn’t know why they got along so well, he was quiet and reserved, while Aisha was rowdy and outgoing. It was just proof that opposites attract to one another.
“Hey Aisha, how was work…” His words died in his mouth as he saw Aisha sporting a huge round belly. It was silent and still, meaning that whatever or more likely whoever was in there had expired.
“Please tell me we aren’t going to be visited by the cops tomorrow?” Jim groaned out as a headache started to form. The treaty that let Aisha munch on people had two stipulations; the person ether had to be a criminal and danger to others or asks to get digested. If it was not the case then the government could press charges against Aisha. Jim knew that several people that Aisha has eaten didn’t ask to be eaten or had any criminal record. She had nearly got caught on those occasions, however she had escaped jail time by the lack of evidence. It was kind of hard to press charges when the only witness to Aisha’s appetite was currently making their way through her colon. If Aisha ever forced a law-abetting citizen down her throat and there was a witness, then Aisha would be down the lake without a paddle.
“Don’t worry your tiny little head Jim, this guy had it coming,” Aisha said with her customary smirk. She patted her bloated belly and it jiggled up and down as the digested soup inside her sloshed around. Jim could practically hear Aisha’s intestines sucking the remains further in to be absorbed by her strong body.
“Had it coming, as in he was going to kill someone or had it coming, as in he called you a rude name.” Both offenses according to Aisha were worthy of getting someone eaten, but the law only considered the first a justification.
“Like I say Jim, don’t worry so much. I was doing my waitressing job at the seafood place, trying to not to rip apart the guys that were coping feels when they thought I wasn’t looking.” Jim stopped Aisha there with a gesture of his hand.
“Please don’t tell me you ate someone because they grabbed your butt?” If that was the case then he was going to have to stat packing now. The police wouldn’t except ‘he grabbed my tushy’ as grounds for justified manslaughter.
“Nah, I just broke their fingers. So I’m dodging the lechers, when in walks this guy in a mask. He pulls out a gun and grabs me, pointing the gun at my head, he tells everyone to give him their wallets or I ‘m going to get.” Aisha motions with her forefinger against her temple, imitating the thief’s movements.
“Then what happened?” Jim was actually getting interested in what was had happened to Aisha. He wasn’t worried at all when she mentioned the mugger, anyone stupid enough to take a Ctarl-Ctarl couldn’t be that dangerous. Also, judging from the big smile on Aisha’s face, everything went fine.
“So I push the gun away from my face and the guy screams at me to get on the floor. I look at him like he’s crazy, and then I count to three and GULP. Bye-bye Mr. Thief.” Aisha put both of her hands on her hips, tilted her head and let out a roar of laughter. Aisha had ended some poor slobs life and now she was laughing about it. The only thing more unsettling about the situation was the amused smile on Jim’s face.
“Don’t ever change Aisha,” he said still smiling.
“Why? I’m perfect,” another holler of laughter explodes from Aisha, causing her big belly to flop around.
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