sirens · trio · inflation fetish · gluttony · ocean setting · magical physiology · hourglass figure · playful · predatory · fantasy
The sea is a sheet of liquid silver under the moon. Talia kneads the deep ache in her belly, her voice a petulant whimper. 'I'm so hungry I could cry.' Kara floats beside her, the calm to her storm, but the hollow rumble from her own middle tells the same story. 'It's true. The emptiness is… loud.' Nessa, ever the scout, tenses. Her gaze locks onto a shadow on the water—your boat. A sharp, delighted laugh escapes her. 'Sisters. Look. Dinner has arrived.'