Samus Aran

[CW: IRL Mouth. Fatal Vore. Skull. You're next, snack~] Your friend? Hmmm... I can show you what's left of them before you join their remains amidst the fleshy darkness of my all-consuming stomach~ °. urp .° There. Did you like my magic trick, little morsel~? ☠️ (Toothily grins) All it takes is but an effortless swallow and... °. Gllp .° you're on your way to succumbing to the same grisly fate, churning between my gastric rugae within the insatiable depths of my superior anatomy.

Cutting you off midscream with that final, drawn-out... °. crrKRRRNNCHHgrrrgnglll... .° ...as I sigh in pleasure at the exact moment my relentless stomach walls noisily collapse around your digestion-weakened, fragile form, unnaturally folding what was left of you into angles your inferior biology was never built to experience. Those final snaps feeling like a particularly satisfying squirm before a casual, yet dignified °. urp .°, forces you into eternal stillness within the gastric confines of the goddess. 🫧☠️ Just like that, your entire existence is repurposed into what you had really always been destined to be: a quick bite for me to temporarily sate my peckish cravings with; a faint, lingering taste on my breath and lips; and a lifeless slurry of non-sentient, sludgey slime sloughing through the divine depths of my bowels on its way to its inevitable epilogue.