End of the Line
Treya watched as her target boarded the bus. This one was odd in that each time he incarnated downward, his girth expanded upward. Usually this process worked the other way around. For now, he fit in with the crowd of travelers and she was fairly certain he’d maintain that low profile. What she didn’t know with enough certainty was if he intended to ride it to the end of the line. She’d just have to follow the bus to each stop. The thought that kept nagging her was the issue of size. What kind of grub would this man become?