James was the sufferer of particular terrible condition. From the moment he came out of the womb, he possessed the ability to devour a person whole. Like a snake he could expand his jaws to engulf a person and send them to his waiting stomach. These victims were digested in a manner of hours, reduced to nothing more than bits of fat and a passing memory. Countless people have met their end in his ever-hungry stomach.
His first victim came when he was six, just a young boy in kindergarten. Paula, tempted into clubbing with her friends, had left James at home with a baby-sitter. That poor sixteen year old girl had no idea what was in store for her. During dinner, James refused to eat his green beans, prompting the sitter to try and feel the rebellious kid by hand.
It was all the opening he needed; like an animals he shot forward, gulping her entire left arm down her throat. She was too shocked to react as he quickly brought in her head, sealing her fate. From there it was just the slow process of swallowing the rest of her. She kicked and punched but the twig-armed girl was unable to fight fate. Her feet disappeared past his lips just as Paula was walking back in, bewildered by the sight. Extremely intoxicated, she brushed of the situation and collapsed on the couch. She was too out of it to react to the sitter's cries for attention. By the next morning, the girl had been completely digested; reduced to nothing but waste and a bit of fat on James's belly.
It's been eleven years since that night and James has had himself a quite a few meals since then. Some of them were from his own volition; driven by an unrelenting hunger for hot women. Others were pressed to him by his mother. He couldn't count the number of Paula's "best friends" that happened to end up as his meal. It always made him feel terrible but the pleasure of swallowing someone whole usually mitigated that concern.
With all the said, James had more important things to do than reminisce. He was bored out of his mind and that hunger was starting to return. He had a few options.
The first was Mary, his mother's wingwoman. It seems that the two got into an argument last week and Paula had asked him to send her packing. He had been pushing it off, but now that he was bored and hungry, it might be worth it to pay her a visit.
The second was Taylor, a thirty-something exercise nut. After the "disappearance" of his original sitter, Paula hired this woman to take over. She managed to survive all ten years of sitting, somehow, and had managed to remain good friends. Her best feature was her meaty, toned behind. A thing of pure muscle made shapely by years of constant squatting.
The final option was his mother, Paula. She had been looking especially plump as of late, having put on even more weight to her expansive physique. Seeing her jiggle around in that wife-beater was like a roast pig dangling in front of a starving man. It disgusted him to admit, but he'd spent the past few days jerking himself to the fantasy.
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