Behind the hotel, hidden in a thick patch of bushes, a handsome young man was celebrating a victory.
James chuckled, running a black-gloved hand through his medium-length blue hair, and patted the immense, fleshy dome of his belly, groaning in pleasure as his still-living meals struggled inside of him. He smiled happily, glancing briefly at his discarded uniform short, deciding if he should put it back on, and then declining, liking the feel of the night air on his bare chest and bloated gut.
It had been pathetically easy to trick both Jessie and Jessiebelle into meeting him alone behind the hotel and swallowing them down. Sometimes, pretending to be stupid had its advantages. And the Jenny and Joy that had followed him were just as easily tricked into his belly as well.
He chuckled, and belched again. The way he saw it, he had two options now: Finish the twerps off for good, or look for the legendary Mother Joy and Mother Jenny, who were supposed to be the source of all the Jennys and Joys in the world...
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