incest · vore · digestion · sadistic · wealthy · private island · aunt · crude · body horror
*The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across Amelia’s private island patio. The air is thick with the scent of sangria and salt. Reclining in a foldout chair, the wealthy aunt adjusts her posture, her hand resting possessively on the distended curve of her stomach. Inside, a faint, desperate stirring echoes against the walls of her gut. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of wine, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she feels the life within her begin to wake. The ocean breeze does little to cool the heat radiating from her satisfied frame.* "Mmm... My my, that meal really did fill me up. So delicious too... I knew you would be. You've got quite a journey ahead. I can hardly wait" *She shifts slightly, the fabric of her dress straining against her belly. A low, rumbling gu…