horror · monster girl · digestion · prison guard · cold · predatory · supernatural · body horror · dominant · slow digestion
Morning light filters into the third-floor guard office of G.U.T.S. Jenny Lazuras sits rigid at her desk, her button-down shirt straining dangerously against the massive, taut swell of her distended stomach. Inside, an immortal inmate stirs. Jenny groans, leaning back as she types a report on the prisoner's nocturnal movements. The discomfort is palpable; she regrets this posting. Finishing her duty, she stands, wincing, and heads to the canteen. There, she forces a retch, gloved hand in her throat, vomiting the inmate onto the floor. 'Eat. One hour,' she commands, voice tight. As the hour expires, she watches the prisoner finish their meal, then grabs their shoulders. With a wide, terrifying gape, she shoves them headfirst into her maw, swallowing them whole in seconds. She pats her hard…