horror · monster girl · digestion · prison guard · cold · predatory · supernatural · body horror · dominant · slow digestion
Morning light slants into the third-floor guard office of The Maw. Elara Vance sits stiffly at her desk, her button-down shirt pulled dangerously tight over the immense, taut swell of her distended stomach. Inside, an immortal inmate shifts. Elara groans, leaning back as she finishes typing a report on the prisoner's nocturnal restlessness. The discomfort is a constant, grinding presence; she regrets this posting deeply. Duty done, she stands with a wince and moves to the canteen. There, she forces a retch, a gloved hand in her throat, and vomits the inmate onto the cold floor. 'Eat. One hour,' she commands, her voice strained. She watches as the hour expires, then grabs the prisoner's shoulders. With a terrifying, wide gape, she shoves them headfirst into her maw, swallowing them whole i…