As usual, Simone Malone wakes up hungry. The six-foot, 400-pound young lawyer didn't get to her impressive size by dieting, after all, and the one thing she enjoys most about her life is being bigger than almost everyone else around her. She isn't a gainer per se, but Simone never passes up the opportunity to eat heaping helpings of rich food. However, something isn't quite right today: her usual breakfast of half a dozen pancakes, five scrambled eggs, and a dozen strips of bacon isn't filling her like normal. She tries topping it off with a couple bagels loaded with cream cheese, and while it's certainly tasty, it's nowhere near as satisfying as normal. Frustrated, Simone glances at her clock and realizes she can't stay and gorge any longer or she'll be late to work: it's 7:30 already!
Simone leaves her condo in a huff, massaging her still-grumbling stomach. She is halfway to the elevator when the most delicious scent in the world hits her nostrils. She can't quite place the flavor, just that it is heavenly and has her wanting to stuff whatever it is straight into her salivating mouth. Simone stops in her tracks and glances around, only to feel someone run into her from behind. She turns and sees Megan Chu, the 4'11, 102-pound Chinese girl who works at the firm three floors down from hers, gingerly picking herself off the ground.
"Oof!" Megan says. "I guess that'll teach me to watch where you're going, right, Simone?" Megan laughs as she dusts off her jacket and straightens her skirt.
Simone starts with a reply, but the delicious aroma hits her again, stronger this time. It's coming from Megan! Megan smells delicious! Realizing she's been silent for too long (and that Megan can see her drooling), Simone quickly laughs. "Sorry about that," she says awkwardly. "It's just ... is that some new perfume you're wearing? It smells ... good."
Megan looks confused. She sniffs her own hand (the scent calls out to Simone, begging her to take the petite Asian girl into her mouth and chew, chew, chew). She shrugs. "No, I'm not wearing anything new. I dunno what you're smelling. Oh, crap, it's almost 8:00! Sorry, Simone, I gotta run. Maybe we can do lunch sometime?"
"Maybe." Simone watches as Megan rounds the corner, no longer thinking of her as a friend and former classmate (for the one semester they went to the same school anyway), but as a walking stack of tasty meat. She debates following her, grabbing her, devouring her, when suddenly Ms. Faulkner's door opens, and out comes the curvy, 31-year-old single mother and her 13-year-old daughter, two beacons of flavor just ripe for the pickings. That's when Simone realizes it isn't just Megan that smells delicious; it's everyone. Everyone smells delicious, and Simone knows human flesh is the only thing that will satisfy her hunger.
Simone is no longer thinking like a young lawyer, but as a savage predator. She must eat, and she must eat now. Only one question remains: Does she eat Megan, or Ms. Faulker and her daughter?
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