You were taking a jog through Central Park when you saw a Kylothian ship land down which was about the size of a nerf ball or a diecast spaceship diorama. A weird planet spore slithered out of it near an open magazine where an advertisement for Victoria's Secret was on display. In moments the alien plant shapeshifted into an exact copy of the supermodel known as Lara Flynn Boyle from the pages.

You see her struggle with a bald headed mugger as he drags her off into the bushes, and after screaming and the sounds of strained gulping, she waddles back out with an overstuffed gurgling beachball belly she is tenderly rubbing with her fingers. "...So do you." She licked her mouth happily before slowly turning her head to face you. "Oh, yummy. Someone I get to eat. I'm so stuffed. You worthless humans are so fattening and bad for me. You want to ruin my figure?" She chuckled with flirtatious teasing as her overstrained bulbous paunch gurgled, sloshed, and churned from having to digest an entire living human.