I looked up at the taller boy in front up me. He had dark black hair and the sweetest brown eyes
I had ever seen. It was a shame I had to eat him to survive. I never wanted to be like this. I
went to a witch back in the 1800s and asked for eternal beauty and life. I got that, but with
the price of having to live off humans. Nothing else will satisfy my hunger. I looked at the boy
in front of me again. He was about 16. The same as me. I hated to do this, but not as much as I
would hate not doing it. I unbuttoned my shirt to expose my stomach. It was so malnourished.
I grabbed his arms and lifted him straight up. I opened my mouth and shoved his head in.
With a final cry of surprise, he was gone. My stomach expanded to accept my meal. I almost
collapsed under the new weight. I threw up his clothing beside the tree where I was standing.
I looked down at myself. I looked nine months pregnant
with triplets. I was still so hungry,
though. I went in search of another guy to swallow. I would have to be in my bed though, because
there was no way I was moving for a while after that.
I walked out of the woods where I had dragged my victim to have sex. That didn't happen, by the
way. I just told him that so he would go with me. A boy was walking on the trail by the woods.
He ran over to help me. "I'm in labor!" I said to him, "Please help me to my house." He nodded
and dragged me to his car. He asked me where I lived and I told him quickly. We pulled up in
front of the mansion that has been my only home since the 1800s. It looked dilapidated and
He came into my room and I laid on the bed. The boy already in my stomach was kicking fiercely
out at me. The other boy leaned over me. "It's a good thing I didn't have to go far to find
help.", I said. He nodded and smiled down at me. I grabbed him and shoved his head in my mouth.
It took longer to swallow him since I was lying on the bed. It was also very awkward. He seemed
too shocked to kick out at me, though, so eventually I swallowed him. My stomach expanded to a
point where I could no longer see above it to accept the second boy. I rolled over to my side,
grabbed the trashcan, and threw up his clothing.
I rubbed my stomach, happily full. It moved under my fingers. These boys really were refusing to
give up. The kicking went on for hours. It was starting to upset my stomach. I grabbed the
motion sickness pills from by the bed. I always kept them there for this reason. I had lost so
many meals before they were invented. The kicking continued, but my stomach settled. I couldn't
help it, I giggled. They were stuck there until they were dead.