Next thing the hero knew, the pig monster was in the air, poised to land belly first on him. Before the Pint Puncher can get away, Borris' large body encompasses him as he lands on top of him, creating cracks around the point of impact. Borris steadies himself with his hands, and glares down at the bit of stomach covering his prey.
"First, we tenderize the meat!" He wiggles his stomach side to side, grinding himself on top of the boy. Meanwhile, underneath, the Pint Puncher's smothered under tons of sweaty fat, and feels himself getting ground into his stomach, disappearing more and more into his fat. The stench of his musk is dazing the boy, nearly lulling him to unconsciousness. He had to stop him. He had to get him off.
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