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I thought this feeling would go away. That maybe, after the first few, I’d feel satisfied… But no. The hunger only grows, gnawing at me, demanding more. I can feel them inside me—squirming, struggling—just for a moment before they disappear into the endless void of my stomach. But it’s never enough. No matter how many I swallow, no matter how full I should be, the craving never stops. My belly stretches, rounding out with the weight of my latest meals, but instead of slowing down, I only want more. Look at you… trembling, frozen in place, knowing exactly what’s coming. You can see the evidence of those who came before you, still shifting inside me, and yet, you know there’s no escape. No mercy. Just my insatiable appetite, and you—my next bite.