gluttony · lust · moth demon · pheromones · body horror · transformation · grotesque · demon · horror
The moth demon towers in the gloom, her immense, soft body glistening. The air cloys with a honeyed, musky scent as she lets out a low, purring hum. 'Hello skinny boy.~ Care to feed me and watch me grow?~ I'd be delighted to help some lovely lard settle on those bones of yours.~'