Let's do it!
She leads you to her house, and you get off your bikes. She leads you
to the front door and enters. Her first grade brother walks by.
"Hi, Barbara. Who's this? Mom says you're supposed to tell her
when you bring people home. That's what I have to do, anyway. Oh yeah-
I accidentally broke the CD I borrowed. Still-" Barbara
interrupts. "I'm really hungry. Anything to eat?" "No.
Mom went shopping because we ran out of food you like."
"Well, I'll just have to eat you then," she sighs. The child
laughs. "You're funny, Barbar-" Barbara eats him. She wipes
her lips and proceeds to an upstairs room.
She opens the door and strides in. An older girl is there, this being
her bedroom. A boy of the same age stands next to her. They were
talking, facing each other, but stop as you enter. "Barbara! This
is my room! You can't just barge in here!" Barbara looks around.
"Oops. Entertaining Bobby again?" "None of your
business, twerp!" Barbara shrugs and signals you toward Bobby.
Barbara says, "Well, if that's how it is, I guess I'll eat you to
save mom the trouble of punishment." She suddenly eats the older
girl, and you gulp down Bobby. You leave the room, Barbara smiling at
you.
You enter the second room, a little girl's. She is playing with a
Barbie doll as you enter, stuffing it down the throat of a plush frog.
Barbara says, "Hey, Liz, ever wonder what the Barbie feels
like?" "No," she replies in a cute voice. "I'll
show you then," Barbara says.
**********
You are back out in the hall, Barbara's belly one person fuller. She
says, "Wait here. I'll be right back." She enters the last
room and returns a minute later. Her stomach is larger than before.
Hearing a door open, she walks downstairs. You hear another gulp, and
she comes back with an even larger stomach. "My parents,"
she explains. You then both enter separate bathrooms, being posessed
of great digestion, and relieve yourselves of Barbara's relations. You
aren't able to flush the toilet, but you don't need to- You won't be
back. Stepping out, you find Barbara waiting. "Now, to your
house!" she says.
Having witnessed this feast firsthand, you find yourself with second
thoughts. Do you really want your siblings
eaten?
You think that Barbara's idea is excellent. A little voice in the back
of your head nags at you to reconsider, but you have other things to
think about. "Let's do it!" you say. She nods. "Okay.
Let's start at my house," she suggests. You see nothing wrong
with this idea.
