Chapter #3"Dinosaur Girl?" by: Unknown "Wasn't there that one game you used to always play when you were younger?" you ask, giving Mr. Jones an apologetic look as you hear the words escaping from your mouth as if they were coming unbidden. "Wasn't it Dinosaur Girl, or...uh...something?"
Catherine nods excitedly, and giggles. "That's right, big brother! You remembered my favorite game! Dinosaur Girl!"
Mr. Jones is set down on the floor, and he staggers back for a moment as if unsure as to what is going to happen next and what he can do to stop it. When he sees Catherine lift one foot, and stomp it down he starts to run as fast as he can from her.
"Catherine..." you say, wincing as one of her socked feet nearly wipes out Mr. Jones. "How did he get so small?" Perhaps trying to talk rationally and carefully to her would make her see the irrationality of what was going on. "And this isn't like you. You're not the sort of person who..." You rush over to intercept her before she can bring one crashing foot down on the cowering Mr. Jones. "Catherine, are you listening to me?"
She looks at you dismissively, perhaps with a tinge of annoyance for a moment, and slumps down a little bit. "You're right big brother."she says, hanging her head. "Dinosaur Girl doesn't stomp her prey flat." she giggles, giving you a surprisingly hard shove and sends you reeling backwards and onto your backside, as she lunges down with one hand, and grabs the prone Mr. Jones. "Dinosaur Girl prefers to eat her prey whole."
You stare in surprise as Catherine -the girl who used to cry when cartoon characters got hurt, much less people in real life- brings her hand to her mouth, and tilts her head back. She licks her lips hungrily, perhaps as much for your benefit as Mr. Jones, and growls.
"Dinosaur Girl hungry!" she snarls, and before you have a chance to so much as get to one knee, you see the flailing Mr. Jones windmill his arms a few times in mid air, and then fall directly into Catherine's mouth.
"Catherine! STOP!" you yell, trying to get to your feet as she lowers her head, gives you a good view of Mr. Jones, desperately crawling across her tongue, and then slurps him into her mouth and gulps.
The little bulge that travels down her throat seems to wiggle and writhe for a few moments before it vanishes deeper into her body and Catherine opens her mouth again as if to show you that the deed was done.
"All gone, big brother!" Catherine says, smiling. "Dinosaur Girl is still hungry, though." Her pouting face brightens a little bit. "Weren't you just asking me how Mr. Jones got so small, big brother?" She smiles a little and plays with her hair for a few moments. "Want me to show you?"
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