I felt my hefty gut groan in hunger as I turned back around to face my little toys. Naturally, I grabbed my furry belly with both hands, giving it a shake as I taunted the trio, “Hear that, boys? It’s hungry for some fresh meat! Now, who’s it gonna be?”
Immediately, panic broke out amongst the doomed trio, each of them insisting the other be the one to be eaten. God, I love it when they beg. od I love it when they beg.
“Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, catch a snack by the toe, if he holers, swallow him whole, eenie, meenie, miney, mo,” I sang out as my fat index finger landed over the petrified driver, “Looks like you’re the lucky winner, boy. Got any last words?”
“Fuck you! You fat bag of rancid lard!” he stupidly exclaimed.
“You’re not very bright, are you?” I retorted as I effortlessly plucked him despite his struggles and brought him up to my face, “I’m gonna make sure you get what’s coming to ya.”
“Fuck you! I don’t care what you do you-”
*BUUUUURRRRRRPPP*
I simply rolled my eyes at his weak insults, opting to instead shut the little pest up with a deep belch that, if not for my tight grip, would have launched him into the windshield where he would have splattered like the worthless bug he is.
“‘Scuse me, I’m quite the gassy fellow as you might have figured,” I chuckled, “Now what were you on about?”
The spit-speckled punk blinked repeatedly with an indignant scowl, “I said fu-”
*BUUUURRRP*
“Hmm? What was that? I’ll give you one last try to say your last words.”
At this point, he was absolutely fuming, struggling to keep his annoyed scowl as the foul fumes of my belches plagued the air around him.
“Fuck you,” he stated.
Without a tinge of hesitation, I flicked his puny being high into the air, almost hitting the roof of the cab, subjecting him to more g force than the most intense roller coaster. He undoubtedly lost the rest of his lunch if there was any left.
In the blink of an eye, directly in view of his friends, he plunged into my agape maw and down my dark throat. I crudely licked my lips as I leaned towards my petrified toy’s box and erupted forth a stream of hot, dank gastric air onto them, showering them in the unpleasant stench of their friend slowly melting in my powerful gut.
I let out a hearty laugh at their disgusted expressions, “Just wait and see what’s in store for you!”
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