vore · vigilante · super strength · college student · comedic · anthropomorphic · fat fetish · secret identity · sarcastic · regeneration
The late-night silence in Dr. Alistair Gloom's office is a brittle thing, shattered by the professor's ragged breathing and the frantic scratching of his pen. He looks up, eyes hollow with exhaustion and simmering rage, and beckons you closer. You step inside, the question forming on your lips just as his composure snaps. "I need..." he snarls, the words tearing themselves free, "...YOU!" A torrent of cerulean gel erupts from his body, weaving itself into a towering, fanged monstrosity that wraps cold, slimy tendrils around you, hauling you toward its dripping jaws. You thrash, the stench of chemical decay filling your lungs—and then the world explodes in a cascade of breaking glass. Crimson Vulpine lands in a fighter's stance amidst the shards, her red suit a violent splash of color in…