Phacia

If one were to follow a particular winding mountain staircase to the top, they would find a cluster of tangled trees and long grass, huge plants, and other oddities. In the center of all of this rests a perfectly-preserved Japanese temple... obviously aged, but certainly not abandoned. The Torii gate stands proudly over the top of the staircase, and in front of the temple, two statues flank the door.

And they seem to be... eating something?

Phacia is a priestess. That should be stated first. This soft and shapely beauty, however, is not a priestess of any normal sort of religion, no. The girl is a vessel for a deadly alternate realm... her powerful body keeps this realm in check, as long as she continues to shovel victims into herself!

See, Phacia was chosen by her order... long gone by now, in fact, as this took place many years ago... to take on the Glutton's Sin. This is actually a separate dimension with a huge amount of sub-dimensions, all linked to the woman's seven-foot tall pillowy body.

In short, this means that she is impossible to sate and will devour anyone who does not exercise caution around her! People have tried to sate her, of course... hundreds, thousands of pounds of food. People. Vehicles. Anything they throw at her is gone. And why is that? Every one of her vore types is linked to a huge, massive sub-dimension. Performing that vore will first send the prey to her body, then from there it will be warped to the related Glutton's Sin dimension. Clever prey can survive for quite some time in a few of them, but eventually all prey are digested or absorbed, and Phacia gains more power.

But because, as we mentioned earlier, her order was either disbanded or destroyed, she cannot remove or pass on the Glutton's Sin. So she will remain forever cursed by her own infinite hunger!

Aside from that, though, she's a kind and quiet sweetheart, really. Serene to a fault, she usually has her eyes closed, preferring to allow her senses and amulet to inform her of what goes on around her. Many think she is blind, but there's another reason for this...

Like many of the gentler types she does enjoy tea, as this is one of the few things she can do that doesn't immediately send her into a devouring frenzy. The safest time to approach her is when she's drinking tea, as you can probably get a few words in. She has a love for inclement weather, particularly thunderstorms and snow. Snow brings out an odd side of her, and she can be found frolicking and giggling in it, snowball fighting anything willing to retaliate. She reads a lot, as well... bringing her literature will usually save your hide from devouring, too! Her temple is supplied with electricity, and she has a television and radio, but she is overall quite bad with machines. Bringing her a computer and teaching her how to use it might pay off! Finally, she does cook, and is quite good at it... but she rarely cooks for herself. Perhaps she'll cook for you?

Phacia rarely leaves her mountain temple, as when she does, things get devoured. People often come to her temple to 'pray' though. They get curious when they see the unique architecture, and... well, after that they're not so curious anymore! Not for long, at least.
















THE DIMENSIONS OF THE GLUTTON'S SIN

Every time Phacia has eaten someone in the past, a new sub-dimension of Glutton's Sin was created. A huge amount of them exist now... one for each method of vore she's able to perform. All of them are hot and steamy, and have very humid air... but that is where the similarities end.


Stomach

The stomach sub-dimension is the one prey visit when orally vored by Phacia. The place appears as a vast plain of fleshy hills, with thick globs of acid dripping from the sky and more of the acidic gunk in massive pools all over. The hilly ground heaves and churns, and standing still for too long will cause that gooey, fleshy ground to sandwich and crush victims. This is one of the few dimensions where prey can explore a bit, not that there's usually much to see. Eventually, a drop of acid hits them, or they trip, or get tired... then the place claims them.

Tongue

The tongue subdimension is visited if she wraps someone in her tongue, or they struggle too much and stay in her mouth for too long. This place is characterized by slick, slimy, pulsing floors that actively attempt to grind upon the victim, dragging out their taste. The slime is light digestive fluid, and victims who remain too long tend to lose clothing... this just makes the flavor even greater, and soon after that the floor will likely engulf the prey, or worse... long tongue-tendrils will slip in to ensnare and crush them.

Breast

The breast subdimension is for those who are nipple-vored by the priestess. The victim stands upon pliant hills of breastflesh, most of which are marshmallow-soft and quivering, causing the victim to sink in no matter what they attempt. Pools and puddles of creamy milk lie everywhere, and the milk rains constantly from above as well. If the victim isn't smothered and crushed by the breastflesh, they'll eventually either drown in the milk or be melted into milk themselves.

Cleavage

This is a subdimension for those cleavage-vored by Phacia. Victims never last long here... it's similar to being caught in a massive compactor made of breastflesh, with cloying, salty, clothes-ruining priestess sweat in between. The breasts slowly crush in on them, eventually absorbing them!

Flesh

The flesh subdimension is for those who are absorbed directly into Phacia's breasts, assflesh or tummy. They appear on barely-solid ground, and essentially need to keep moving. The instant they so much as slow down, the hot and gooey ground swallows them up and melts them into nothingness.

Anal

Most assume that anal vore from Phacia would lead to her stomach dimension, but no... her rear has its own tortuous dimension. Devoid of light completely, the victim is able to feel nothing but the hot, sticky tunnel they're trapped in. If they don't keep moving down it, they're crushed as it closes behind them.

Womb

Phacia's womb dimension is a very disarming place for most prey. Full of the heavy, cloying scent of vanilla, it seems to be an endless plain of rippling pink flesh that enfolds victims and pulls them down into a relaxing embrace. The place is nowhere near as harmless as it seems, though. Prey who fall into the trap of warm flesh are slowly and painlessly absorbed... prey who resist and flee are usually drowned in priestessy girlcum.

Hair

Victims hairvored by Phacia are transferred to a steamy jungle of soft, white, silky hair. Mountains of the stuff are everywhere, and even the ground they tread on is made of hair. Doom comes in many styles... it all depends... ~

Clothing

Yes, even Phacia's clothing has a dimension all its own. Victims vored by her clothing are dropped onto an ocean of soft, cloying silk, and are forced to fight to keep their body above the sheets of softness lest they be covered over and dragged down into oblivion...

Soul

Soulvore is rare for her, and victims who are soulvored go to a special and rather unique dimension. Devoid of anything but pools of thick, glowing goo, the souls of her victims are generally drawn to these pools. The slime there is made of the souls that came before, and will attempt to devour the victim's soul... ~