"The Concert Incident"

I remember that day very well. It was a beautiful day in the city; the atmosphere felt cheerful and lively. We had been preparing for a concert for months. A lot of people were going to attend because it was an international artist.

My friend and I had bought our tickets several months earlier. He was super excited to go. And not exactly because of the music or the atmosphere… no. He was going because of something he could… taste.

A month before the event, I had to hire a team of 100 people to help me accomplish such a feat. Closing all the entrances to a stadium with a capacity of 62,000 people wasn't something I could do alone.

The day finally arrived. I met up with my friend, and we headed to the concert. Along the way, I could see my friend salivating, licking his lips as he thought about the taste of all those fans. I laughed a little because he looked so adorable.

When we arrived at the stadium, we entered normally. I accompanied him to our designated seats. Once everyone had entered, the music began. The fans started screaming and singing. Throughout the entire stadium, all you could hear was the music, the screams, and the singing. It felt like the perfect concert atmosphere.

That was when the first part of the plan began.

My henchmen helped me close all the entrances, making sure they were securely shut. I positioned myself at a strategic point where I could observe everything. Then I gave my predator friend the signal.

I watched as he swallowed the first one, then two at a time, one after another. The people were so focused and excited about the concert that they didn't notice.

My friend's belly grew with every one of them. I could see him burping and making that familiar expression I love so much. (I wish I could have been there to catch them.)

Soon, there were dozens of people inside him. At this point, the size of his belly was already enormous. That's when the first terrified people of the night began to appear. They ran away from him, desperately trying to escape, but you and I both know how this ends.

The dozens became hundreds. It was endearing to watch my friend drag his belly along as he swallowed two of those fans at a time. He looked like a child eating candy.

When his belly had already covered a huge portion of the stands, the music stopped. The singing ceased, and the screams of excitement turned into screams of terror.

Everyone's attempts to leave the venue were useless, because my henchmen and I had welded every door shut. People crowded around the exits, desperately trying to open them, but without success. My friend took advantage of this, swallowing entire groups of them. They didn't last long. He was simply on autopilot, a devouring machine.

His burps became louder and louder, music to my ears at last. They echoed throughout the entire stadium. You could also hear the growls of his stomach mixed with the muffled cries of desperation coming from those already inside him.

His belly was an amorphous mass filled with the silhouettes of thousands of humans who seemed to be trying to push their way through his skin. But believe me, once my friend puts someone inside him, they are never seen again.

Now the hundreds had become thousands. Despite slowing down, he still enjoyed hunting people from one side of the stadium to the other, entrance by entrance. At this point, his stomach was becoming louder and louder, as it was performing the work of its lifetime, digesting thousands of people. And his burps were something else entirely. With every one of them, the structure shook and the echo resonated throughout the stadium like the roar of a beast.

He reached the first 16,000. Once people realized that my friend seemed to have no limit, they simply gave up and were devoured by him.

I gathered 25 members of my team in one of the private boxes. Directly beneath us was my friend's enormous belly. While they were hypnotized by the spectacle, I pushed them over the edge, and they fell straight into my friend's jaws. (I did this with all 100 of them. I'm sorry.)

It became 4 a.m. It seemed that less than 25% of the original number of fans remained. As you can imagine, my friend was already having trouble moving because of all the weight he was carrying. And since they were still running away from him, I had to influence them. Through the stadium's loudspeakers, I convinced them that there was no other option but to be devoured by him. And it worked. Not very willingly, but they had no choice.

At 6 a.m., there was no one left. Fans, staff, stadium workers, and the star of the show were all being processed into protein for my friend.

He simply sat down in the middle of the field and prepared to rest when police officers began entering through one of the entrances. They tried to arrest my friend, but they all ended up inside him too. When they realized it was useless, they stopped sending units. Clearly, they weren't going to accomplish anything, haha.

And finally, I went down and approached my friend. The air around him was incredibly hot, like standing next to a boiler. I could hear the gurgling of his gastric juices working at maximum capacity. And those burps I love so much… God. I'd never heard my friend burp like that before. It was very hot.

Counting the police officers, workers, and other personnel, I'd say my friend devoured 62,560 people in a single sitting. A whole new record.

My friend looked at me with a tired smile. I approached him and began rubbing his monumental belly.

And for the next two days, I stayed by his side, rubbing his belly and listening to him burp. All while he digested what remains, to this day, his biggest meal ever.

Who knows what I'll feed him in the future…