Penny's Place - Girlfriend searches for boyfriend at Penny's house
The Search for Ben at Penny's Place
An Unwelcome Visitor
As I lounged on my couch, my eyes fixed on the television screen, there was a sudden knock on my door. I sighed, rolling my eyes as I got up to answer it. When I opened the door, I found a girl standing there, looking lost and worried.
"Can I help you?" I asked, taking in her disheveled appearance. She looked like she hadn't slept in days.
"I'm looking for my boyfriend," she said, her voice shaky. "Have you seen him?"
I raised an eyebrow, my bulging belly catching her attention. "Why are you asking me?"
"I... I was told he might be here," she replied, her eyes darting around nervously.
A Shattering Confession
I stood there, unsure of what to say to her. Finally, I sighed and decided to be honest. "Listen, I don't know where your boyfriend is, but I think I know who might know."
Her eyes widened, hopeful. "Who?"
"Well," I said, licking my lips. "I might have swallowed him."
Her face fell, and she stared at my protruding belly. "You... you swallowed him?" she whispered.
I nodded, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I thought he was something else."
She took a step back, looking horrified. "You have to help me," she said, her voice shaking. "I need to find him."
A Desperate Plan
I thought for a moment, trying to come up with a solution. "Listen," I said, leaning in close. "If you bring me another guy, I'll let him go. Deal?"
She hesitated, then nodded. "Deal," she said, her eyes filled with determination.
As she left, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What kind of girl was I agreeing to this with? And how was I going to explain this to Ben when she brought him back?
A Cruel Game
A few hours later, there was another knock on my door. I opened it to find another girl standing there, holding a tiny figurine of a man. She smiled nervously.
"Hello," she said. "I'm here to see Penny."
I stepped aside to let her in, closing the door behind us. As she approached, the man in her hand began to move. My heart sank; she was using him as a decoy.
A Taste of Deception
She stopped in front of me, holding the figurine out. "This is Ben," she said. "Please let him go."
I took the figurine from her, feeling its warmth in my hands. Before I could say anything, I brought it up to my mouth and took a bite. The taste of him was overwhelming; I could feel his essence coursing through my veins.
I looked up at her, my face twisted in cruel glee. "Well," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess we have a deal."
As she watched in horror, I proceeded to lick and suck the figurine into my mouth, swallowing it whole. My belly was now even fuller, stretched to its limits by the new addition.
The Price of Deception
I leaned back against the couch, my bulging belly pressing against the cushions. "You see, my dear," I said, my voice low and menacing. "Now that we have an agreement, let's discuss what happens next."
She trembled in fear, unable to meet my gaze. "Please," she whispered. "I don't want this to happen."
I stood up, towering over her. "Well," I said, smirking. "Too bad for you, isn't it?"
I grabbed her by the arm, leading her to the couch. As she sat down, I loomed over her, my belly pressing against her face. "You see," I said, my voice softening. "This is what happens when you play with my food."
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