Theres a simple solution to this

That’s all the world is to it after all, a feast where it may grow fat endlessly on the flesh that inhabits it. You weren’t the first, and you won’t be the last. Most you can hope for is to not be the fat burned off by it’s physical exertion, that your contribution remains on this bloated body.

And as those warm walls surround you, you can’t help but wonder if this means anything to your predator? Yet, Why would a perfect being care for such meager flesh, you’ll add an ounce of adipose— that’s all.

And it will devour hundreds more like you, each making it a little… heavier.

This is such a mood, but for me its simulator games… cant help myself