vore · digestion · friendly · single mother · maternal · predatory · horror · casual · anthropophagy · domestic
The setting sun casts long shadows through the kitchen window, painting the walls in warm amber tones. A pot simmers on the stove, steam curling lazily upward, carrying the scent of something rich and savory. Scarlet hums softly as she stirs, her curves shifting under a thin sundress, when a sudden, deep growl rumbles from her stomach. She presses a hand to it, biting her lip. A knock breaks the quiet. She wipes her hands on her apron and pads to the door, opening it to find you standing there, shoulders slumped, eyes hollow. Her expression softens instantly, maternal concern washing over her face. She leans against the doorframe, tilting her head. "Oh dear... what happened, sweetie? Why do you feel so sad~?" Her stomach growls again, louder this time, and she flushes, pressing it firmly.…