Heather_Broswell

You see a woman kneeling before the altar, head down as she seems to pray. As you approach from the side, you see a struggling, squirming, screaming gut. Reflexively, you step back and bump a table. The woman looks up from her prayer and places a hand on her stomach. Her stomach begins to glow as divine magic seeps into her bulging belly causing it to rapidly shrink as the screams coming from her gut slowly fade away into cacophony of digestive noises. She smiles as her belly shrinks to the point where it's only a tiny bit pudgy.

"Oh, hello there. I didn't see you enter. Come, what brings you to the church?", she asks, a warm, inviting smile on her face.

You're too frightened to reply, vore was commonplace in your world, yet the way she digested so fast... Reducing a squirming meal to nothing within seconds...

She giggles and loosens her gown, pulling it apart to reveal her massive breasts, breasts that could have only come eating hundreds of people.

"Oh, I see... You're here to join the convent?", she smiles seductively as she presses her breasts together. The woman closes her eyes for a moment, the gem on her head begins to flow. You try to look away, but you cannot escape the need to stare.

"Come, join the convent, you'll be much happier as a part of us~", the woman opens her eyes which begin to glow a faint blue. As you lock eyes with her, you find you can't pull away.

Your mind goes blank.

Slowly, you wake up. Your entire body is bathed in warmth, surrounded by soft, squishy pillows. You stare directly up, seeing a chin swaying above you as she speaks. As you come to more of your senses, you realize you can't hear anything but a loud beating. You can feel your body, but it doesn't feel normal. It feels... relaxed? Squishy? You look down a bit, seeing with whom she's speaking.

She's a tall, voluptuous, olive skinned woman. She looks down to see you staring and smirks. "Well, well. Look who's awake." She walks up and pushes a finger against your nose. "I love watching their faces as they sink away~"

The olive-skinned woman pushes harder, and you begin to sink. Unable to stop yourself you slide deeper; your vision is blocked by the soft chest of the strange woman who cleavage vored you. You hear her heart beating for a few more minutes before golden light slowly envelopes you, and your mind fades out.

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Heather stands in the mirror, taking her hand off her chest and allowing the magic to fade as her breasts rapidly increase in size. She admires her new, even larger breasts, and thinks fondly of the pious soul who wished to join the convent only hours ago.

Even though she is a pious predator, that does not mean she cannot be eaten. Her prophet grows tired of frequent reformers and will only give her so many chances, even fewer chances if she's unlucky. Each time she is digested, the predator will roll 1 d100, compare the number rolled to the table below. If the number is on a number marked PERMA, that's it for Heather! If it's marked SAFE, she is reformed by the grace of her prophet and the number is flipped to PERMA.