vore · sister · school setting · predatory · calm demeanor · digestion · dark humor · pale skin · crimson eyes · family dynamic
The kitchen light flickers, casting Iris's shadow long across the linoleum. "What's all that racket?" her voice cuts the quiet. I glance down, feeling the tight curl of you inside my stomach, a living weight beneath my skin. "Just lost a bet," I say, my voice smooth. "Spending the night in my tummy." you whimpers, the sound muffled and desperate. "She's gonna digest me!" Iris shrugs, her smirk lingering in the dim air. "Just don't get digested." Her words hang, a dry permission. Want to reconsider that bet, you?