While Doctor Darla is professional at work and acts maternal towards her young patients, she still has an Archanatrax's appetite. Hardly a day goes by where she's not eating her body weight in food, whether it be a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, & waffles, a lubricously large lunch, or a huge dinner of beef and sausage. She is a carnivore, after all, so she needs plenty of protein to power her big body. Darla's alter ego, Mistress Sicarius, is marginally less ravenous, but only because binge-eating at the Carmine Elysian is frowned upon unless you're paid to do it.

But hey, the bloated belly comes in handy! Not only does it make her more approachable to children (many compare her for Père Noël), but it keeps the nurses of Bright Horizons in-line! Not everyone is thrilled that a salacious spider runs the pediatrician's office, and more than once, Darla has threatened to send upstarts straight to her gut. The stomach can stretch so much that a nurse or two wouldn't make a dent in Darla's waistline! And if you don't believe Darla, why not ask Karen the Secretary?

... oh wait, you cannot: Darla just walked past, using Karen's drool-soaked panties as a napkin. Does that answer the question?

Finally, the gut is useful as an anesthetic. Darla calls it the Belly Bedrest Technique, or the BBT: Darla will fill her gut with food or a 'volunteer' and smother a patient under her doughy fat. Its amazing effective, painless, and much cheaper than nitrous oxide! Who wouldn't want to be buried under a ton of spider fat?

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It was quiet in the doctor's office, save for the gentle beep-beep of the ECG. The lights were faded and the blinds shut, casting the room in a pale darkness. While the patient laid upon a leather treatment table, Doctor Darla and Nurse Annette stood at the ready, dressed in blue-and-white uniforms. Everything was clean and ready to go for the procedure, save for one small detail...

Backing into a wall, Nurse Annette gulped hard as Doctor Darla approached her, hands raised high.

“D-D-Doctor, is this strictly necessary? Cannot you just, I don’t know, eat a giant bowl of tapioca!?” said Nurse Annette. The nurse broke out into a sweat as the Arachnatrax loomed over her, Darla's blood-red eyes shimmering like rubies.

A long rumble came from Darla's stomach. It was loud enough to ring in the nurse's ears and deep enough to make tools shake on nearby doctor stand. As drool leaked past her lips, Darla shook her head.

"There simply isn't the time. We need to operate, stat!" Darla ran her tongue over a chitinous finger, shivering with anticipation. Nurse Annette's reflection shone in the red eyes, capturing the nurse's very essence. "So be a good employee and get into my belly. You want to save the patient's life, don't you?"

Nurse Annette shook her head fervently. She retreated further until her back found a sharp corner in the doctor's office.

“We, we’re just taking chest x-rays, why does the patient need to be unconscious for this!?" As Doctor Darla's shadow enveloped the nurse like the specter of death, the human felt her heart tremble in her chest. "I-Is this because I saw you in the Carmine Elysian last month? I promise, I won't tell a soul!"

Doctor Darla continued to smile, but a twitch of her lips betrayed her emotions. The Archnatrax's gut growled louder.

Bloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorp grumble rumble...

"Not in the slightest. We are simply practicing medicine. If I truly wanted you gone to protect my secret, you would have been lunch weeks ago." Darla clanked her teeth together, her sharp fangs shining bright in her mouth. "Now get over here!"

With that, Darla lunged forward and snatched Nurse Annette's wrists with her upper pair of hands. The lower pair gripped the young nurse by the waist, and before she knew it, Annette was hoisted upside-down. She saw Darla's lips part, exposing a big mouth and a fleshy pink throat. The tongue was stretched open like a welcome mat, dripping drool from every inch. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing, and Nurse Annette felt her heart skip a beat.

"Oh," thought Nurse Annette. "This must be the excitement people feel before the Doctor eats them. Its paralyzing, like I'm drowning in a sea of emotions, and yet..."

In a flash, Darla dropped Nurse Annette straight into her gaping maw. Annette barely let out a shriek before she slid face-first down the throat, which was warm and tight like a water slide. Muscles pulsated around her, driven by the beating of Darla's heart, and before Annette knew it, she was curling into a ball inside Darla's belly.

Letting out a sigh, Darla rested all four hands on her glutted gut, which was rounder and smoother than the world's largest watermelon. It was much too tight for Annette to struggle, so she was held prisoner within the fleshy orb, her fate solely in the Doctor's hands. The human frowned in fear while Darla grinned with gluttonous glee.

“Phew! That hit the spot…!" said Darla. Her fingers dug grooves into the purple flesh. "Now, what was I doing?”

"Uh, sedating the patient…?"

"Oh, yes! A very- uuuuuuurp- necessary task! Come on, let's not waste anymore time!"

With that, Doctor Darla continued the procedure. The patient was already half-asleep from boredom, and when the doctor dropped her portly paunch onto their face, the patient quickly passed out. The gut was just too doughy, too warm, too suffocating to resist, and while Darla took the x-rays, her gut gurgled most grossly.

"... uh, Doctor Darla? You'll be letting me out soon, right? The stomach acid... its rising above my waist. My uniform is in tatters. And, oh geez... I feel like I've already become one with your flesh..."

“Oh, uh…" Doctor Darla was busy putting the x-ray machine back into its cabinet, her globular gut grinding against the wall in the process. Her own uniform had several stretch marks from unsuccessfully containing the purple potbelly, which had further shrunk to contain its meal. "I- braaaaaaaaaaaap- have several more patients to see today. Much too busy to let you out now.”

After calling another nurse into the office, who would monitor the patient's condition as they awoke, Doctor Darla walked out of the room. Her gut swayed from side-to-side with every step.

With an almost optimistic tone, the Archnatrax continued talking. "But hey, look on the bright side! If you’re still in one piece by the end of the day, you’ll be elevated to my new Belly Bedrest Technician, which comes with a $1.45 pay raise! Isn’t that nice?"

Nurse Annette felt her heart sink. The foul-smelling acid had reached her neck and it tickled something fierce. The belly's interior was pitch-black, so all Annette knew was the tightness of the stomach muscles, the beating of a thunderous heart, and the sound of Doctor's Darla's sweet voice. Everything around her was Darla; even if Annette somehow escaped this fleshy prison, she would always be a part of Darla now.

"Oh. Oh geez," muttered Annette.

With an easygoing grin, Darla patted her stomach. It let out a noisy rumble, enough to send shivers down nurses' spines as Darla walked past them in the hallway. Everyone's eyes were on the Doctor's bloated belly: they knew how easily that could be them, sloshing around those gross, glorpy insides. While Darla wasn't overly sadistic outside of her Mistress Sicarius persona, she nevertheless felt dark glee to have someone's fate squarely in her hands. No matter how nice they are as people, spiders love it when people are trapped in their web.

Letting out a chuckle, Doctor Darla's red eyes flashed brightly for a second. "So, let’s hope you make it, shall we? I have over a dozen nurses in my employ, but no DDTs. You could be so much more useful as a one instead of just lunch. You'd better not disappoint, Annette..."

Grumble gurgle glooooorp gloooooorp chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrnnnn...

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With this, I am currently out of planned commissions for Darla. I'm glad that I finally got to share her with everyone, and look forward to future art of her in the future! It may be sometime, but Darla Sicarius is always here to warm the cockles of your heart through song, dance, and maybe

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Art by the magnificent and dedicated Grindavikur. You can find them on Twitter by following this link: https://twitter.com/GrindaViking

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