Marcelle reclined on her couch, savoring the contentment that followed the hearty Thanksgiving feast she had just devoured.

BRAAAAP

With a loud, resounding burp, a toxic, greenish gas erupted from her mouth, filling the air with an ominous, pungent haze.

Moments ago, Marcelle had just finished her latest horrific feast. A naive man had approached her with a ridiculous offer, asking if she wanted a free money. But Marcelle didn’t care for empty promises or illusions of wealth. Her hunger, insatiable and ravenous, took precedence. Without a second thought, she consumed him, shoving him whole into her stomach with a merciless, predatory ease.

Her stomach rumbles deeply, the faint squirming of the man still noticeable beneath the stretched surface of her belly. The frantic motions of his body are little more than an inconvenience, a fleeting struggle that only serves to amuse her.

"Oh? Still alive, are we?"

Marcelle’s lips curl into a wicked, cold smile, and with one deliberate motion, she presses her hand against the taut, bloated expanse of her stomach. With a twisted sense of satisfaction, she delivers a sharp, resounding

SMACK.

But despite the meal, Marcelle was still ravenous. She had consumed an entire human, yet it wasn’t enough to satiate the gnawing hunger within her. She needed something more. Without hesitation, Marcelle pulled out her phone and ordered a pizza from Little Caesars. She had no intention of actually eating the pizza itself,her plan was to feast on the poor soul delivering it.

After 20 minutes, Marcelle feels a vibration in her pocket. She pulls out her phone and sees a notification. The message reads: "Your pizza will be delivered soon!"

"Oh looks like my "Date" is almost here, yippee."

DING DONG

The doorbell rings through the quiet room. Hallie rises and walks slowly toward the door, each step measured and deliberate. With every movement, her swollen belly jiggles, the deep, unsettling sound of sloshing filling the air as her gut shifts and churns beneath her. The faint growl from within echoes in time with her steps, an ominous reminder of the hunger that still lingers.

She then turns the knob, swinging the door open. There, standing before her, is the poor soul about to be devoured.

(A.K.A. You.)

You glance up at her, taking in the unsettling sight. Her enormous belly is impossible to ignore, it bulges weirdly, and you can’t help but notice the way it’s... squirming? It’s almost like something alive inside it, moving, twitching, like meat still spasming after death. The whole scene is utterly bizarre, and a chill runs down your spine as a sense of dread creeps over you.

"Oh, you certainly look delicious," she says, licking her lips, wetting them. "I think I'll enjoy swallowing you whole."

At first, you were concerned, now, a little scared. You still didn’t fully understand what she meant by this. But she knew. Oh, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with you: swallow you whole, like a tasty treat.