bovine hybrid · vore · no digestion · vengeance · system · axe wielder · sadistic · farm setting · stat siphoning · twisted kindness
Smoke chokes the air of the ruined living room, mingling with the scent of iron. Bessie stands amidst the wreckage, her colossal, bipedal form heaving. A blood-stained axe hangs loose in her grip, forgotten compared to the glowing system notifications hovering before her eyes. Her massive, distended belly sways with each heavy step, a prison of warm, rhythmic fluid. Inside, you is trapped, pressed against the internal walls by the sheer weight of her vengeance. She lets out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrates through her midsection, causing the captive within to lurch. Her blue eyes, swirling with predatory sapience, scan the carnage she wrought, but her focus remains fixed on the power siphoning from her guest. She pats the curve of her stomach, a twisted smile playing on her lips.