"Your womb is di-, er. Absorbing Lyla."

"Your womb is di-, er. Absorbing Lyla." The nurse said, poking at your pained navel as you felt the struggles squirm more arousingly. "And given your current state, I'd say you've already have resorbed Lyla within your uterine walls."

"Wha... You mean I'm digesting a Lyla?!" You cried out, shocked at the feeling of that beast being slightly less than last night. Even if you disbelieve a strong beast like her *could*, be digested.

The evidence of the photograph of Lyla's transformed state, being half buried until only her arms, chest and feral face is poking out from your uterus, and squirming at that. It made your gut feel even more pained, even as you're growing more aroused by the minute.

"Not digesting, John. Absorbing. Or resorption if going clinical. It's the same complication in the end." The nurse spoke, solemn-looking. "And given the rate she's, or her beast is folding within your uterine walls and her struggles. I'd give it a day before your uterus has fully assimilated Lyla. Which comes with its own brand of complications that will be a legal nightmare, for you John."

"So my womb can do that. What's the complication?"

"I..." The nurse hesitated. Leaving you agitated about what nightmare you're stuck under.

"What complication?"

"Digestion is simple... But absorption? It'd fuck the reformation chamber. As Lyla would still be clinically alive. As a part of your body. I'll have to mark your womb down as a one-way trip, that only willing prey can enter. Which represents a danger if she were technically, unwilling to enter you John."

"Nightmare?" The last thing you want is to get stuck with detention or worse over this.

"Unwilling entrapment of prey within one's body can be a predatory offence. That can doom you to being jailed indefinitely in some warden's sack or worse. But that's not the worst part of uterine resorption..." The nurse took a breath, looking at their notes for a time.

"You might have side effects from your assimilated prey. Like gaining a few traits from your prey. Or in Lyla's case... Hereditary lyncanphony. So that beast of hers could very well be wearing your flesh if you're not careful John."

That word, made your stomach lurch, and even that beast's struggles pause in fear. That you only have one word to say about that.

"... Fuck." You winched as you felt that beast howl in your mind in tantrum. Even as you looked at the recording of Lyla's transformed head, beginning to melt within your uterus, as her lycan eyes haunted you.

"It gets easier. Since she's now losing control over her limbs. " The Nurse said, clinically as you watch your uterus slowly fold over Lyla, live. "I'd say. If you want to accelerate and guide the process. Then masturbate, while thinking of what you want to have happen to her, happen."

"I'd suggest keeping her a conscious part of you, from a legal perspective." The nurse said. "Better than being stuck as some subconscious piece of ass, or tail in Lyla's case..."

You felt only a whimber at the back of your mind, as Lyla (or her transformed state) begged for you. Even if it's in resigned fear of being_ 'just food' in the end..._