Post by Swees on Jul 16, 2016 7:49:04 GMT
Swees doubled over, burping violently as he staggered into the little cornerstore. He’d gone so long without his Hunger overtaking him, that he’d thought he’d mastered it forever. But this new Moon was powerful, and he could feel his mind collapsing. Sweat poured down his green skin, red eyes fluttering. He could scarce stay standing on the checkered tiles.
“Whoa, kid! You alright?”
Swees glared over, gasping from pain. A dog-faced zoanthrope peered at him worriedly from across the counter.
“You’re sweatin’ awfully bad.”
“Give. Me. PASTY TASTIES!!!” Swees howled, holding his head in his hands. His head was throbbing, on fire, his stomach was an endless void, a black hole that was pulling at all his insides, that was chewing him mad. He’d be eaten alive by his own Hunger if he didn’t have something to eat.
The zoanthrope jumped. “We don’t have any food like that, but we have some candy bars.” The old zoanthrope shuffled hurriedly around the counter, peering down at the candy shelves. “Are you diabetic? Low blood sugar?”
“Give me… all that fucking candy,” Swees spat between spasming breaths, glaring insanely at the zoanthrope, lips snarling above a fang.
The zoanthrope’s jaw dropped.
Swees leveled his arm cannon at the clerk, but the man leapt spryly out of the way.
Lunging past the clerk, Swees tore at the chocolates first, not even bothering unwrapping as he devoured one after another, his arms a whirlwind as he gobbled down the entire top rack in a matter of seconds.
“I’m going to call the police,” The old dog zoanthrope gasped, rushing away to the phone.
Swees ignored that, so intent on consuming everything in the store that wasn’t furniture. Well, he did try the chair behind the register, but the foam was bland.
He flickered down the aisles, a twister pulling heaps of chips and candy around him, until he was a dervish of junk food. But it wasn’t enough. He could feel his bones creaking, his ribs widening to compensate for his ever-expanding stomach. Soon the Hunger would overtake him completely, and he’d be consumed by the Cremelin form.
He’d have to try to control it, or this entire town would be bathing in Kurimu digestive acids come morning. Can’t make any money off these people if they think I’m an untrained food-psycho… but damn those crab flavored sweet potato chips are good!
When the police arrived, they found an incredible sight. Swees had ballooned until he filled the entire store, giant, swollen head pressed against the glass storefront. The dog zoanthrope shrugged to them, hands spread wide.
“HUE HUE HUEEEEEE! SUPER-SIZED!” Swees laughed, the deep boom of his voice sending vibrations in the cement. With a roar he burst from the store top, growing even larger, his fat cells unwinding and swelling, sharing water with his muscles until he was a gargantuan green monster, rotund at five hundred tons, and as tall as an office building.
The cops started to flee, and he didn’t blame them. It was dangerous to get between a Cremelin and his next meal.
Grinning with glee, Swees’s red eyes alighted on the sign of a McBao’s down the highway, and with great stomping strides he made his way towards it, boots making craters in the ground. He’d have everyone in towns dinner, and no one could stop him!
(Driven mad by the Blutz radiation from the Full Moon, Swees has entered his Cremelin form, and his power has increased by x12 to 240,000 PL!)