Stuffing

Her problem was she knew not when to stop eating; that had to be the only rational explanation the concierge could think of as the homicide investigation entered the building and headed for the elevator. His hands shook as he wiped more fluid off from his face.

Detective Samuels tapped his pencil on the side of his neck as he thought up a way to properly articulate his question.

He finally decided upon two words: “She popped?”

“Popped,” explained the concierge. “Like a balloon; a ghastly balloon. It was hideous.”

"Her belly was bigger than the sun, and when she finally finished all of her food, she almost exploded but just burped loudly instead. The end."

Collette's face twisted into a frown and she hung her head low. She was accustomed to seeing abnormal stories on deviantART, but she could not stomach the one she just read, posted by someone who went by the name "Fatmeister". Collette grumbled as she rolled the wheel of her mouse, scrolling down the page to view what others had to say about what was written. She hoped that others felt the same way that she did.

Detective Karin Watts surveyed the crime scene. A pretty flashy apartment belonging to supermodel Katie Russell - ex-supermodel now as there wasn't much left of her. Neighbours had reported a loud explosion coming from her apartment and Karin was looking at the aftermath now. A forensics crew were taking photos of broken windows and other damages, as well as pieces of torn clothes littering the place. That seemed to be all that was left of poor Katie. Sure she was a self centred bitch on camera and most probably off camera, thought Karin, but did she really deserve this?