You asked the emo looking boy.
"just some looser that a caught starring at me in the urinal, but he's where he belong now, and will soon be dropped off in the very same bathroom" the emo boy explained with a sinister smile on his lips.
"waaow.." you'd been starring at the boys slowly moving stomach while he'd talked, almost as moved by an unseen force you reached out your hand, your fingertips made contact with the extended stomach's skin, then you planted your whole hand on his belly and felt the lumps of human remains moving within, it felt mostly mushy but you could also make out a large bone, probably the femur.
The reality of your situation came galloping back and you stiffen up, the boy hadn't said a word since you started touching his belly.
you glance up towards his face, but he has his head leaned back with one arm behind his head and the other resting on his chest.
You can tell by his breathing that he enjoys the sensation's that you're given him.
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