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Denise loved the local public park, though not for the fresh air or the scenic views. Clad in her favorite matching outfit—a soft gray shirt and tight gray leggings—she blended effortlessly against the weathered metal fence. To anyone passing by, she looked like an ordinary girl lost in thought. But Denise was hunting, her stomach rumbling with an insatiable, deep hunger. ​Whenever a lone jogger or distracted pedestrian wandered near her secluded spot, she waited. The moment nobody was looking, Denise would strike with terrifying speed. She’d grab the unsuspecting passerby, muffling their gasps, and swiftly stuff them headfirst down her impossibly stretchy throat. ​With powerful, rhythmic gulps, she forced them down. A wet, heavy slurp echoed softly as they slid past her chest and plunged into her vast, gurgling gut. Her gray shirt stretched tight, revealing the shifting, desperate shapes of her prey trapped within her warm, digesting belly. ​By dusk, after snatching several victims, Denise’s midsection had swollen into a massive, heavy dome that completely strained her gray leggings. She was stuffed to her absolute limit. Waddling slowly back home, she locked her front door and collapsed onto her plush couch. She rubbed her giant, churning stomach with a blissful, happy smile, utterly satisfied and ready to drift into a deep, peaceful sleep.