Your friend has never really been... Normal, to say the least. For the most part, he ACTS normal, but in terms of appearance? Well, let's just say that he's definitely not like most humans. For one thing, he's REALLY tall. Really strong, too. His teeth are a bit too sharp, too, and sometimes, you can almost swear that his fingernails look more like claws. And his eyes? They're almost too piercing to be normal.
Sometimes, he wears shirts that are too big and baggy. You're never quite sure why he wears those kinds of shirts- although, sometimes, you swear you can hear muffled sounds coming from his midsection. But that's both crazy and impossible, so you just chalked it up to you hearing things... Until today, that is.
You were just walking down the hall, minding your own business, when you heard a quiet 'thud' in a room beside you. At first, you thought you just imagined it- until you heard a cry that, rather abrupt, became muffled by something.
You hurry over to the door and open it. The sight before you fills you with both shock and horror.
Your friend is standing in a storage room, his head tilted up, with a pair of kicking legs sticking out of his mouth. He gives a gulp, and the legs disappear down his throat. At the same time, his stomach swells a little and he rests a hand on his, letting out a sigh.
You dare not utter a word. You can't even bring yourself to say anything. Your friend looks up at you, and, when he sees you, he curses. Before you can react, he grabs you and pulls you into the storage room, shutting the door behind you too.
"You can't tell anyone what you just saw," He says. You find it hard to focus on anything he says when his belly is making muffled protests.
You could tell someone. In fact, you knew you probably should... But something stopped you from darting out of the room. Instead, you stared at your friend's gut, starting to feel strangely intrigued.
"Can I touch your stomach?" You asked shyly. Your friend is taken off guard by this question, but he relents, standing up straight and lifting his shirt up. Now, you can see movement in his belly, which, for some reason, makes you blush.
You reach out and lightly brush a hand over your friend's stomach. He stiffens for a moment, but then he relaxes, letting out a relaxed sigh.
In response to you rubbing his stomach, the organ lets out a low groan. You blush furiously.
"Wow. You're red as a tomato." Your friend comments. You try to stammer out a response- which only earns a chuckle from him.
"I might just have to show you what it's like in there sometime," He teases.
For some reason... You find that you kind of like that idea.
"Of course, if I do let you in, there's no guarantee that you'll be coming back out..."
That comment just makes you blush harder... Because for some reason, you find that you don't mind that thought.
