Stuffing

Kim stood pensively in front of a mirror, placing her hands on her stomach only to cringe. She rotated slowly to survey her trademark ass and the rest of her figure, her eyes never leaving her reflection.

The damage was not as bad as the tabloids would suggest; her plush figure had simply gotten plusher. She was noticeably thicker though, and feared this might be the beginning of a much bigger issue. Much, much bigger.

She was alone finally, and she knew where the candy stash was hidden. After waiting patiently for everyone to leave, the whole storage closet was fair game. So she sat herself down and got ready to feast. “30 some odd pounds of candy should be enough to get a good sugar high”, she thought; little did she know what she was getting into.

After little debating, she slid the tube into her mouth and turned the knob gently in a widdershins fashion. A trickle of liquid slid out and filled her cheeks until she swallowed. Continuously she did this until the plump middle of her stomach ripened more so, ironing out the creases in the fabric of her top.

Violet smith knelt down next to the newly discovered corpse. Her raven black hair fell over her cute asian face. As a homicide detective, she was called to the scene just a while ago. The strange thing about this one was, that he looked very much like the last three men who were killed in a week. He was wearing a long, black trench-coat with his blonde hair was pulled back into a thick pony tail. The strangest thing of all, was that he was carrying a strange looking, steel knife in his hand. It was just like the ones carried by the other victims.