
What kind of shenanigans has Clara gotten herself into now…? Here’s a little teaser from my second SB fanfic, which I hope to share soon:
GROOAAANNNN
Despite the cartload of calories already consumed, her belly demands more. The cake is carefully raised until it stands before the open and steaming maw of chocolatekind’s grim reaper. Drops of drool cascade down onto Clara’s huge chest.
“Yesssss….” A hungry hiss marks the final moments of the cake’s existence. In a flash Clara sinks her teeth into tender chocolatiness and rips off a massive hunk. The mouthful is promptly gulped down as if her life depended on it.
Lawrence watches the scene play out with slack-jawed shock. Is this really the same Clara he has slowly gotten to know over the last few days? Yes, he’s seen her eat to excess, but the dessert-crazed glutton before him seems like a completely different person.
Crimson rippleberry filling oozes out of the gaping bite mark and onto Clara’s hands. She hardly seems to notice: her gaze is solely locked onto her delicious prey.
A cacophony of chewing, tearing, and swallowing sends a spray of sticky filling into the air. In the span of seconds, the cake is no more – vanished into the bottomless pit of Clara’s belly.
Lawrence has seen enough. He’s not sure what’s gotten into her, but clearly something is wrong. That’s the only explanation for this insane display of greed. He takes a hesitant step forward. “Clara…? Are you ok?”
“Stay back! She’s gone feral – I’ve never seen anything like it,” a man in a white apron standing behind the bakery counter yells out. “For your own safety, get away from her!”
He ignores the baker’s plea and gets a little closer. Clara hasn’t said a word. Instead, she gazes lovingly at her hugely bloated tummy, hiccuping every so often while rubbing her grumbling midsection.
“…Clara?”
“More.”
Another tentative step. Clara raises her head and sends a threatening glare toward the cowering bakery staff. “I SAID MORE!” The bellow is loud enough to quiet even the rambunctious crowd outside.