One day Peppa was happily strolling down her near vertical hill showing little effort in maintaining a standing position because the laws of physics dont apply in this show. Once she got to the bottom she saw George sitting by the tree frowning.
"What's wrong George?"Peppa said.
George mumbled something in his unintelligible retarded baby language and turned to face the tree. Peppa stalked over to him so they were face to face and slapped him with all her might.
"Get the fuck up."Said Peppa.
She grabbed George by his collar and dragged him up the hill, when he resisted she kicked him in the gut, forcing him to reel back and stop struggling. Once they were at the top of the hill Peppa leaned in close to George.
She whispered,"You look tasty."
She picked him up and slammed him against the ground repeatedly as he cried and squirted water everywhere. She dragged him to their picket fence and impaled him against it, twisting his body and allowing blood to gush out of his wound. Peppa lay flat on her back, mouth wide open, allowing the blood to leak into her mouth. At that moment, Mummy and Daddy pig ran out of the house.
"What are you doing Peppa!?" They screamed in terror.
Peppa stood up, guilty.
"What have we told you about eating your brother!?"
Peppa sighed, "If i want to eat George, i have to share."
"That's right!"
They all turned to George, still crying and wailing, and began their feast. They clawed their way into his stomach, diving into his entrails and feasting on his tender all moaned in pleasure, one simultanous loud moan, a sound audible for miles, pleasure eminating from their hill. They turned their attention back to George, now little more than bones and cartilage. They frowned, thinking hard about how they would continue their feast. Peppa took a glance at Daddy pig, absently looking around before realizing,
"Daddy! Your tummy is even bigger than it was before!" Peppa broke into a fit of laughter falling flat onto her back and squirming on the floor as she laughed and giggled. Daddy Pig's eyes widening furiolusly. He cracked his neck and stretched himself briefly, heading towards the still hysterically laughing Peppa. He leaned over her and smiled,
"Is that so, Peppa?" Peppa was barely able to respond through her laughing fit, "y-y-y-es! It-it-it-it's GIANT now!" She started laughing even harder, nearly unable to breath. Daddy gave a curt smile, and leaned in closer to Peppa.
"Now what have I said about insulting my tummy?" Peppa continued to giggle and wheeze hysterically. Daddy pig sighed. He braced his fist, gathering his strength, and inserted his arm into Peppa's mouth, slowly moving further into her body. He found her spine, and gripped it, tearing it out, allowing Peppa's blood to pour from her mouth. He raised the removed spine and brought it down on her, beating her skull in until she was barely alive, her face dented and bloodied, choking and wheezing, her eyes nearly out of her skull. Daddy Pig grabbed Peppa's leg, dragging her inside the house. He found their recently purchaseed yoga ball, and lifted it up, bracing above Peppa's head. With all his might, he forced the ball down her throat, pushing it down until it reached her stomach, the ball still fully inflated.
"Now who has a big tummy?" Daddy Pig said. After recieving no response, Daddy and Mummy Pig gave a hearty laugh, leaving Peppa twitching and suffering before resting to watch some television. They hugged and smiled.
"What's wrong George?"Peppa said.
George mumbled something in his unintelligible retarded baby language and turned to face the tree. Peppa stalked over to him so they were face to face and slapped him with all her might.
"Get the fuck up."Said Peppa.
She grabbed George by his collar and dragged him up the hill, when he resisted she kicked him in the gut, forcing him to reel back and stop struggling. Once they were at the top of the hill Peppa leaned in close to George.
She whispered,"You look tasty."
She picked him up and slammed him against the ground repeatedly as he cried and squirted water everywhere. She dragged him to their picket fence and impaled him against it, twisting his body and allowing blood to gush out of his wound. Peppa lay flat on her back, mouth wide open, allowing the blood to leak into her mouth. At that moment, Mummy and Daddy pig ran out of the house.
"What are you doing Peppa!?" They screamed in terror.
Peppa stood up, guilty.
"What have we told you about eating your brother!?"
Peppa sighed, "If i want to eat George, i have to share."
"That's right!"
They all turned to George, still crying and wailing, and began their feast. They clawed their way into his stomach, diving into his entrails and feasting on his tender all moaned in pleasure, one simultanous loud moan, a sound audible for miles, pleasure eminating from their hill. They turned their attention back to George, now little more than bones and cartilage. They frowned, thinking hard about how they would continue their feast. Peppa took a glance at Daddy pig, absently looking around before realizing,
"Daddy! Your tummy is even bigger than it was before!" Peppa broke into a fit of laughter falling flat onto her back and squirming on the floor as she laughed and giggled. Daddy Pig's eyes widening furiolusly. He cracked his neck and stretched himself briefly, heading towards the still hysterically laughing Peppa. He leaned over her and smiled,
"Is that so, Peppa?" Peppa was barely able to respond through her laughing fit, "y-y-y-es! It-it-it-it's GIANT now!" She started laughing even harder, nearly unable to breath. Daddy gave a curt smile, and leaned in closer to Peppa.
"Now what have I said about insulting my tummy?" Peppa continued to giggle and wheeze hysterically. Daddy pig sighed. He braced his fist, gathering his strength, and inserted his arm into Peppa's mouth, slowly moving further into her body. He found her spine, and gripped it, tearing it out, allowing Peppa's blood to pour from her mouth. He raised the removed spine and brought it down on her, beating her skull in until she was barely alive, her face dented and bloodied, choking and wheezing, her eyes nearly out of her skull. Daddy Pig grabbed Peppa's leg, dragging her inside the house. He found their recently purchaseed yoga ball, and lifted it up, bracing above Peppa's head. With all his might, he forced the ball down her throat, pushing it down until it reached her stomach, the ball still fully inflated.
"Now who has a big tummy?" Daddy Pig said. After recieving no response, Daddy and Mummy Pig gave a hearty laugh, leaving Peppa twitching and suffering before resting to watch some television. They hugged and smiled.
THE END