Just as you were out of the door, your face would smash into a soft, doughy, and warm surface. Making you stumble back as you could see what you ran into. Your heart sunk and eyes widened as you say that it was Grant, the local gothic bully boy…
He looked down at you with half lidded tired eyes framed by black mascara and dark circles under his eyes. His long poofy black hair, black hoodie, and black sweatpants made him immediately was pretty much burned into your memory after you saw him Humiliate and and devour that one poor sun teacher you had a couple weeks ago…He still looked absurdly pudgy from digesting her…gaining some Massive soft thighs and a doughy belly that peaked out a little under his hoodie…
“Well hey Claire~ It’s so nice to see ya again, especially now that we’re all alone. A little unfortunate tho, if we’re alone, then I can humiliate you infront of everyone…But I don’t really care…something about the way you look is just making me 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠”
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