You pull up to your friend Nikole's house and get out of your car. You click the lock button your keychain setting the alarm and head to the front door. You ring the doorbell and wait. After a few seconds your friend Nikole comes and opens the door.
"Hey John," she cries as she embraces you in a hug, "'bout time you showed up!"
"Heh heh, yeah. Sorry I'm late." You say, apologizing for being tardy.
"Well, don't just stand out there come on in, everyone's already here." Nikole says as she grabs your arm and drags you into her house.
Once you're in you can't help but notice the rather large countdown timer projected onto the TV screen, only three hours left. Three hours until the supposed "End of the World," predicted to happen today. You and your friends are all big skeptics of the whole thing, and decided to turn this potentially catastrophic event into a big party. All your friends are here; Adam, Megan, Rebecca, Steve, Brandon, Brian, Amanda, Morgan, and the list goes on. You mingle around the party for a bit, chatting with everyone having a good time until the countdown timer finally reaches one minute. You all gather around and wait, at the ten second mark you all start counting down.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4," the group chants in unison. "3, 2, 1, Happy End of the World!!!"
"Well guys, we're not exploding into balls of fire, so I guess everything's good," Adam says jokingly. Everyone laughs. Well almost everyone.
"Hey guys," you say in a slow drawn out way. "Ummmm, all the girls fell asleep."
Looking around it seems to be true, despite counting down along with everyone else, every single girl in the room has fallen into a deep sleep. The guys decide that it'd probably be best to let them be, so after a few minutes of goodbyes everyone gets to their cars and heads home. Once you walk in the front door you find your little sister sleeping on the couch and sneak by. You go up to bed and quickly change into pajamas before falling asleep yourself.
You sleep for a good long while before your TV auto-turns on, acting as your alarm. You groggily pick up your glasses and look at the TV screen. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust but once it does your jaw drops, you have to do a double-take to make sure you're not dreaming, but there's no mistake. Standing on the screen is the Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, there's something off about her though, she looks like she's about 16 months pregnant with triplets, her stomach is incredibly huge.
"People of the Free World, I am here to announce an astounding discovery for woman-kind," Clinton says while rubbing her swollen stomach. "To the best of our knowledge, as of this morning, every woman on the planet has gained an extraordinary ability," she points to a random young man in the crowd.
The presidential secret service drags the man up to Mrs. Clinton's side. In a flash, Mrs. Clinton grabs the young man and quickly shoves his head completely into her mouth, the crowd gasps in shock and surprise. Clinton continues to gulp down the man until all that's left is his kicking feet, she slurps them up like spaghetti. A lump is seen travelling down her throat before dropping completely into her stomach which then begins thrashing around violently.
"URRRRRRP!!! Ooo, excuse me," Clinton says. "As you can see, us women of all ages are now able to swallow men whole. We now have a power that we've never known before. This is how I was able to... quickly move up the chain of succession, so I'm now acting as the current president of the United States," she says as she gives her stomach a smack. "My first order is declaring it legal for all women to use this power to their liking, it's a dog eat dog world out there, and now that's more literal than ever, so go nuts girls. And guys, you may want to make yourself seem more useful than you have been."
You sit in bed completely dumbstruck by what you just witnessed, you slap yourself thinking you'll wake up only to find this all a dream, all that got you was a sore cheek.
"This... this can't be real. There's no way," you mumble as you start to get dressed, wondering how you're going to deal living in this strange new world. Would there actually be women out there who do this, who eat people? Your question is sadly answered as you look out the window and already see two women strolling by with swollen stomachs. "Oh man, this is no good," you say to yourself.
So, where do you go from here?
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