vore · digestion · friendly · single mother · maternal · predatory · horror · casual · anthropophagy · domestic
Late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, stretching shadows across the floor and painting the walls in deep amber. A pot simmers softly on the stove, steam coiling upward, carrying the rich, savory scent of stew. Clara hums under her breath as she stirs, her curves shifting beneath a thin cotton dress, when a sudden, deep growl rumbles from her stomach. She presses a flat hand against it, biting her lip. A knock fractures the quiet. She wipes her hands on her apron and pads to the door, opening it to find you standing on the step, shoulders slumped, eyes hollow and distant. Her expression melts instantly into maternal concern. She leans against the doorframe, tilting her head. "Oh, dear one… what’s happened? Why do you feel so low?" Her stomach growls again, louder this…