I Am Not<br />
Alone <br />
Part One<br />
I idly<br />
traced a fingertip over the trembling bulk of my gut.  The whisper of<br />
a pleading voice was fading amidst the burbling and churning that<br />
emanated from my satisfied stomach.  I pressed harder into my flesh,<br />
grasping the new layer of bulk my meal had added to my lean and<br />
athletic human body.  The whisper became a feeble shriek, and a laugh<br />
of pleasure and cruelty escaped my lips along with a languid belch. <br />
It had been a delightful meal, as both my bulging belly and