anne2snakies snake vore story's archive

[theclaw]

hi all firstly i would like to apologise for spamming the blogs area of the site i was under the impression that you could only see blogs if you clicked on my profile page. unfortunately that wasn't the case so i ended up spamming the blog section which had somehow flown under my radar in the 10 or so years i have been using the site. thankfully a moderator set me straight and this forum post will serve as the conglomerate of the blog posts. which will be deleted as soon as the info from them is transferred to the forum.

the reason i make this is for those who where in the vore community about 7 or so years ago the name anne2snakie, anne franke and the myriad of other names she went by has dropped off the grid these last few years. i was personally a big fan of her work and it kind of got me into this fetish. unfortunately in the wake of her dropping off the scene a lot of the sites her stories are on have gone down.

as such i have added this forum post in a attempt to archive as much of here work as possible before they are lost to the annuls of history. please feel free to add storys of hers you have that i missed.

contains: snake vore, occasional pissing usually in fear, can get a wee bit gory at times but never into hard vore, and digestion is always present be it implied or in the story proper. there is also a bit of unbirth and animal pred other then snakes i will point them out at the start in bold.

she was also very inconstant so some of these are story fragments that never went anywhere

again i take no credit for any of the works from this point on all credit goes to anne2snakie


here is the list of stories i know are missing


The Intrusive Radio Show





Very Quite Serious Stories

Shai And Lian, The 1st Story

Shai And Lian, The 2nd Story

Misplaced Empathy

Internet Date Part 1

if you have them please add them

[theclaw]

“Oh my god,” she sputtered as she stood, slime and other fluids dripping from her body. “Oh my god. You can’t do this to people. You can’t do this to me,” she yelled. She was a five and a half foot tall young blond woman, rather excessively top heavy.

She had just crawled back up the fourteen feet of tight snake throat. Somehow she had pushed herself through the stomach sphincter and crawled back up to safety, still drenched in stomach acids which were slowly dissolving her hair and thicker skin deposits. The hair between her legs was already gone, what little there had been of it, and her skin beginning to become a bright pink.

Andy, the thirty long talking anaconda, had felt her climbing back up his throat and had let her do so. It was the first time a swallowed woman had managed to do so, and he was curious to see what would become of it. After all, he had seen her walking by the side of the road. He had knocked her down, coiled her, writhed around her to strip off what little clothing she had been wearing and then, ignoring her terrified screams, had swallowed her whole and alive. When she had reached his stomach, she had been a very satisfying meal and he had looked forward to digesting her alive over a period of twenty four to forty eight hours – through most of which she would remain alive.

“Well, I had just done that to you,” he replied reasonably. “I had eaten you up.”

She was clutching her gigantic breasts to herself, hiding the high nipples away in a small attempt to maintain some dignity. She made no attempt to hide between her legs. “No,” she yelled. “I’m a person, I’m a woman, I’m a human being,” she stuttered. “I’m not food! I’m a person!”

“Well, no,” he said, still quietly and calmly against her building hysteria. “You are food, so I swallowed you alive. If you didn’t have a uterus you wouldn’t be on the menu.” He was edging closer to her again, pushing her slowly back to the growling line of cars that were going by on either side of the road. They weren’t stopping. Any and all of the drivers had seen some woman or another being eaten alive by some animal or creature by the roadside, it didnt’t even register any more. In the last month when there had been a rash of women being swallowed alive by goats, not a single driver could remember seeing such a thing happen, even when they had had to carefully drive through herds of goats harrassing and eating entire crowds of panicked women who were desperately trying to escape their terrible fate.

[theclaw]

“As you can see,” said the doctor. “There is nothing technically wrong with her, she is just dying. We are not sure why.”

I couldn’t believe it. Once again, the doctors in this town were being proven to be absolute idiots.

“Doc,” I said. “Maybe it’s because she’s being eaten by a snake.”

And she was. It wasn’t far- the snake had only swallowed her feet down into it’s throat, and it’s nose and lower jaw were at her knees. The snake itself was a thirty foot long lime green reticulated python- quite a beautiful beast, actually, and I would have admired it much more were it not for the fact that it was eating my girlfriend alive. From side to side the animal was only six inches, a very thin python and that might have explained why it was eating her and not some animal or other meal. You could see Kathy’s legs and feet clearly through the muscles of the snake’s throat, it was almost as if she were wearing a coat of snake colored paint on her legs from the knee down. Only it wasn’t paint, it was a snake that was going to digest her alive in only an hour or so if we couldn’t get it loose.

Kathy was taking the whole thing rather easily, I thought. “Sandy,” she said, and held my hand. Her green eyes were intent behind the black frame glasses she wore.”Relax. We’ll figure this out. It might be my time to go if we can’t figure out why I am so sick.”

“It seems rather obvious to me-” I said, but was interrupted by the doctor.

“We’re going to run a few tests,” said the doctor. “Get some bloodwork done. I think we’re going to admit her until we can figure out what’s happening here.”

I watched as the body of the snake bulked upward a little, toward the neck of the creature, then it’s mouth slid upward Kathy’s naked legs. The scales creaked a little as it swallowed Kathy a little more, like it was made of old leather.

It wasn’t just Kathy’s legs that were nude- her entire body was as well. She likes to please me, and it pleases me to have her nude when she is in our home. She was a small young woman, just eighteen to my older twenty four. My skin is darker, more olive toned, and where I am more top heavy, a full double d cup, she has smaller, much perkier breasts. I am almost afraid to trim myself between my legs, preferring a much hairier look- Kathy keeps herself as hair free as the day she was born. And as Kathy lay naked on the e.r. Room hospital bed, the snake swallowed her into his throat another inch – it’s nose inching closer to Kathy’s waist.

“I think I know what’s going on, Kathy,” I said. “A snake is eating you.”

“It does seem that way,” she said, tapping the snake between the eyes with one finger. “But we need to make sure.” The snake’s lips were slowly inching their way up her thighs, sending her legs deeper into the wet, tight throat of the beast. If I couldn’t make everyone around me see reality, and soon, that snake would have all of her inside it’s stomach, and would begin digesting her alive.

“After all,” she said. “What if we treat me for being eaten alive by a snake, and I actually have diabetes or some such. I would hate to be treated for being eaten by a snake and end up having a heart attack because of untreated blood pressure problems.” The snake that was swallowing her alive took her deeper into it’s throat with another swallow.

“I want you to follow along with me for a minute, Kathy, while the doctor is gone and you can listen to me,” I said. I put my hand on her bare thigh, warm skin against my hand. Only six inches of unswallowed leg remained, her beautiful bald pussy so close to my fingers. If I couldn’t talk some sense into her or any of the others, soon it’s wonderful folds and tight, sweet hole would be in the snake mouth, then swallowed away and digested.

I traced my hand down the body of the snake, past the edge of lip around her thighs.

[theclaw]

Martin leaned up, head groggy. He’d fallen asleep on the beach towel and Janice hadn’t woke him up, and now he was all fuzzy. He rolled over and- where the hell was Janice? There was only this long green thing… a green tube? What the hell? He got up, shaking his head, and saw it wasn’t a green tube on the towel next to him… it was a SNAKE.

A snake that was eating Janice. EATING Janice. Eating? Had eaten! Already she was gone inside of the body of the snake- swallowed feet first. Only ten inches of her long hair dangled from the mouth of the snake. Her hair dangled straight down her back, almost down to her shapely ass, so that meant her body was deep inside the throat of the snake.

The snake was laying on its back as it swallowed his girlfriend alive, her hair slowly vanishing down it’s throat with the rest of her, a half inch per small swallow, her body inching down the tube of it’s throat down to the hot, wet, tight sac of it’s stomach. Below her body the snake was only six inches from side to side, and above her swallowed head the body narrowed again to only six inches before being topped off with the snake head, itself only seven inches from side to side. Another gentle swallow took another half inch of her blonde hair into it’s mouth, took her body another half inch toward it’s stomach where it would digest her alive.

Janice was lying on her back inside of the snake’s throat, even as the snake lay on it’s back as it swallowed her alive. She was a tall, thin, shapely blonde with paradoxical huge breasts- she personified slim ‘n’ stacked, carrying maybe a pound of extra body fat on her, and then her breasts- God, her breasts… each was fully twice the size of her head and hair by volume, firm yet so pillowy soft and warm, jiggling and softly bouncing even when she tried so hard to stay perfectly still, topped by cherry red nipples each half as big as his thumb.

She was such a tight fit in the throat of the snake it was almost as if she was wearing a snake suit, rather than being swallowed whole and entire, about to be digested alive over a series of long hours, perhaps even a day or more. Her facial features were blurred through the skin and muscles of the snake throat, but her head bulge tapered to her wide shoulders, then her two huge breasts stretching the skin of the snake terribly, her tapering waist widening out to her hips, and her long legs, and even bulges where her feet were inside of the snake throat. At her back was the spine and upper half of the snake, small in comparison to the woman inside of the throat. Hell, the snake body above and below the bulge of her living body in it’s throat, inching stomach ward as it slowly swallowed her alive, was thinner than one of her thighs.

Another gentle swallow, and now less than six inches of Janice’s hair dangled from the scaly snake lips. She had slid another four inches down the throat of the animal, another four inches closer to the stomach sphincter of the beast. Soon, her feet would pierce the opening of the sphincter and enter the stomach, and she would feel the tight ring of muscle work it’s way up her legs, over her hips, slide up her waist then painfully tight over her breasts, around her neck and then it would close over her head and she would be trapped- trapped between the lower sphincter and the upper. In the sac formed, she would be digested alive- until suffocation and the process of digestion killed her. Depending on many variables, this could take anywhere from twelve to thirty six hours of her living body being bathed in stomach acids and melted into a thick nutrient broth before death overtook her.

Martin stared down at the bulge of his girlfriend inside of the snake’s throat, still shocked beyond words and action at what had happened. How could this have happened? Literally- how? If she had been awake, she would have awoken him as well. She believed in life, had loved life, and now- now she was going to be digested alive unless he could get her out of the snake somehow. If she had been asleep when the snake had begun eating her alive, that would have woken her, no doubt. Let alone when the snake was swallowing her feet, her long lean legs, taking her wide hips or firm buttocks into it’s mouth, her hairless crotch enclosed in snake mouth then snake throat… she would have woke up as the snake lips worked their scaly way up her belly, her body from the navel down inside of the snake throat. Surely she would have woke up as the tight fit of her body in the snake mouth pushed each of her medicine ball size breasts up and over her face- her arms held tight to her sides, hands in the snake throat with her hips. Wouldn’t the snake mouth, as it slid over her shoulders, crushing her breasts so painfully tight, have woke her? As her body, but for her head, swallowed into the snake’s body, it’s lips sliding up and over her face… then coming down and closing, snake lips touching but for the hair between them, her body swallowed away? Wouldn’t that have woke her up?

Martin fell to his knees beside the snake, staring at the length of his girlfriend’s body encased in snake throat. He looked up, and saw with dismay that the snake had swallowed all but three or so inches of his girlfriend’s hair. She was sliding down the snake throat even as he kneeled next to her, she was getting closer to the snake’s stomach with every small swallow. What was he going to do? How could he save her? How? He didn’t have a cell phone, and this section of the clearing was deep enough in the woods he could never get to safety in time. Hell, her hair would be in the snake throat with the rest of her body in minutes. Who knew why the snake hadn’t slithered away already- if he left, it was sure to slither away to a place where it could digest his girlfriend alive in peace. There was no chance he could lift up and carry the snake- the length of snake without his girlfriend in it was at least 25 feet long… add the length of snake with his girlfriend in it, and that took the snake to about 30 foot long. He didn’t even own a knife- he couldn’t cut his girlfriend out of the snake.

He watched as another swallow drew the body of his girlfriend another half inch down the throat of the snake. Only an inch of her delicate blonde hair remained unswallowed- only another minute, maximum, and she would be completely swallowed whole and alive… But did that count, thought Marvin, suddenly. Surely, just a few more inches of hair wouldn’t mean she was swallowed- she was still inside the throat of the snake. She wouldn’t be honestly counted as swallowed until she had been tucked away inside the stomach of the snake. Until then, even though she was completely inside the body of the snake, she was still in the process of being swallowed whole and alive. And even though nothing had changed, that gave Martin a feeling of peace- of hope. Even though she was on the way to the snake stomach, she hadn’t yet reached the stomach. His girlfriend hadn’t yet BEEN swallowed whole and alive, she was still BEING swallowed whole and alive. Paradoxically, even though there was no hope (she was inside the body of the snake), there was still hope (she wasn’t yet in the stomach of the snake).

“Janice,” he said in the general vicinity of the bulge of his girlfriend’s head within the throat of the snake that was swallowing her whole and alive. “I’m going to go get help. I probably won’t be able to get it. It’s going to take me at least and hour to get to the car, then I have to take the freeway to Belmont and you know traffic is bad around Belmont. From Belmont to Shreveport is about another three hours, four if I stop in Circady for dinner on the way. It’s late enough I’ll have to stay the night in Pondworthy. But tomorrow I can be on the road at eight of clock, nine at the very latest. If I go without stopping all the way to St. Ives, I can make it back to the house in Monkport by six o’ clock tomorrow night, seven at the very latest. As soon as I get in, I’ll call the cops, the fire department, animal control and emergency services! If they move fast enough, they’ll probably get here by ten o’ clock the next morning- so you hang on, babydoll! God, I love you so much. I’ll see you again, love! I’ll see you again!”

Then he turned and started running back along the path they had come. If Janice had been unswallowed, she could have seen his half-naked stumble back through the waist high scrub and long-grass. She could have watched him jig around one end of the path, then jag around the fallen tree they had to crawl over on the way in. She could have watched as he stumbled, took three increasingly awkward staggers to the right, fell off the path. He rolled down the hill, but halfway there smacked his skull sharply against a jagged shard of granite on the way down. When he finally tumbled to a halt at the base of the rolling hill the path skirted the top of, his unmoving, unbreathing body lay in a terrible angle, the weight of his body pushing his head sideways and backwards, his chin resting in the hollow between his shoulder blades.

Had she not been in the throat of the snake that had swallowed her whole and entire, and would soon, when she was tucked away tightly in the stomach of the beast, begin digesting her alive within the half-hour.

[theclaw]

When Morgan opened the door to his moderate two bedroom apartment, there were two things he noticed instantly, and a third he noticed a little slower. The first was very frightening- there as a huge green snake coiled on the floor of his living room. At least thirty feet long, if not longer which was very odd since he lived on the second floor of an apartment building in the middle of downtown. The second was the wide open window for he never opened his windows during the day- that was inviting entry of unwanted visitors- such as gigantic snakes such as that coiled on his living room floor. The third thing he noticed, and he had to be forgiven for noticing this so comparitively slowly (it was only five seconds after the door opened and he saw the snake- that wasn’t bad), was the bulge of a human being within the snake- someone the snake was in the process of swallowing whole!

Some four feet past the head of the snake, inside the throat of the beast, was the small bulging of someone’s feet, which lead upwards toward the head. Long legs stretched out the monster, where the womanly hips flared wide. The waist of the person inside the snakes throat, the person being eaten, was thinner and lead upward still to the great bulging of a beautiful bust. Then th head of the snake- where thje head of the person being swallowed whole would be as well, just at the back of the snake;s mouth, just entering the throat of the animal. One arm emerged from between the scaley jaws of the hungry beast- half of the upper arm, then the elbow, then the forearm- a thin feminine arm with rings and a watch that he recognised instantly- the arm of his fiancee, Renee.

Somehow the creature had entered his apartment while she had been relaxing with the window open, and had begun the process of devouring her. He didn’t know, in his shock of the moment, whether he hoped she was alive or dead at the moment- death would be preferable to being digested alive in the belly of the beast, but maybe- just maybe- she could be pulled from inside the scaley creature in which case her being alive would be tantamount!

When he slammed the door and began rushing forward, the arm dangling from between the monsters lips suddenly moved- more than that, the arm lifted, and the hand raised up- suddenly lifting into the universal gesture for stop! The raised palm toward him. When he stopped, confused, then took another heavy step the hand waved hard toward him- stop! So he did, standing in the small foyer of the apartment, the door shut behind him.

After a few long moments, when it became clear he wasn’;t going anywhere, Renee’s hand then turned so it was palm up, and then her index finger curled up, slowly, again and again- come here, the gesture said. But slowly, it was clear. Only, as Morgan walked forward, he watched as the snake took a liesurely swallow, Renee sliding deeper into the throat of the beast, her arm now emerging three inches less than it had been. But still she gestured oh so slowly. And when he had walked to within a foot of her gesturing hand it was clear that she could feel the the vibration of his feet through the body of the snake, because she gestured ‘stop’ again. Heart heavy and mind confused, he did so.

After a moment, her hand suddenly closed, fingers to thumb. As if she were holding something, like the handle of a hammer, or a torch. Then her forearm began to lift and fall, her fist raising and lowering in a six inch arc, over and over. At first he was confused but as he watched, he suddenly realized what she was doing and he laughed even as tears fell from his eyes. Not believing he was actually doing this, he slipped off his shoes and pulled off his pants even as she continued to make the gesture.

He lowered himself to his knees, leaning back until his buttocks rested on his heels. He reached out and took her hand, and she clutched his hand tightly for a moment before letting go. He guided her hand to his cock and she clutched it, then quickly teased him to full erectness. Then, as the snake swallowed her deeper down it’s throat toward it’s stomach where it would digest her alive, she began giving him a handjob.

[theclaw]

Tara wasn’t sure what woke her up- she didn’t even remember falling asleep in the deck chair. Her magazine was fallen somewhere and her can of beer- well, shit, it had fallen over and drained entirely. Luckily she had four other cans sitting next to the fallen one.

“I could eat you,” it said, emphasis on the ‘could’, and it sounded more like it was trying to convince the speaker than her. But who was- she couldn’t see anyone at all near her. She leaned up on an elbow, heavy breasts rolling to her side, and looked. But only when the voice spoke again did she finally locate the speaker.

The leaf-green snake coiled in the grass next to her chair couldn’t have been more than seven, maybe even eight, inches long, barely half an inch from side to side. It’s head wasn’t much bigger than the last joint on her thumb and it was just staring at her and occasionally actually talking. Tiny scales like little green diamonds shimmering beautifully.

“Well, first off,” she said with a smile. “Why would you want to eat me?” She scratched idly at the straps of her bikini top- worn only for legality, she preferred nudity- as the thin black material dug into her shoulders. Even small as it was, tiny triangles that barely covered her nipples and stayed on more by magic than anything else as her full, very large breasts rolled and jiggled and bounced at the slightest provocation, it was irritating against her delicate skin. Her bikini bottom was as miniscule- barely enough material to cover her vulva, let alone any hair-growing skin around it. This forced her to keep herself clean shaven between her legs, although she hardly found it a chore to spend time grooming herself down there.

“Well, you are prey,” said the snake and it sounded as if he were smiling as he spoke, as if he were speaking to a child that had forgotten something obvious. “Prey is for eating.”

“And why am I prey, and not a mouse or something?” Rather than frightening, the conversation, and indeed the entire situation, she found amusing. She reached over to one of the sun-warmed cans of beer (sure to taste rather loathsome), popped it open and drank half of it. It was rather awful, but the taste of weak alcohol was soothing at the same time.

“Well, you are a woman,” said the snake, then it paused a moment and dipped it’s head. “I mean, right? You are a woman?”

Tara laughed, then reached down and hefted a very heavy breast with one hand. It was warm and soft in her hand and she felt her nipple starting to harden with a tingle. “Oh yes,” she said. “Two of these and a hole between my legs makes me a woman, yes.” She looked at the snake through her sunglasses, her auburn tresses about her shoulders and laying in ringlets against the deck chair. The snake lifted its head and spoke triumphantly. “There, see? That makes you prey, and I could eat you if I wanted to. I bet I could.”

“You are so cute,” said Tara with a smile, lifting her arm and tapping the snake on the nose with one long finger. She drained the warm can of beer- it didn’t taste as bad as she thought it had at first- then reached back and popped another one. The thought of the snake calling her prey and wanting to eat her made her smile. Prey indeed.

“Cute?” said the snake, sounding extremely offended. “I am not cute! I am ferocious!” He lifted his head, raised his nose, then pushed his head forward, eyes shut tight, and hissed at Tara. The entire effect was so ridiculous that Tara had to fight to keep from laughing outright. As it was she couldn’t keep from giggling and the tiny snake just wilted, nose down, eyes still shut.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Tara, quickly reaching over to put her hand on the snake’s head. “You are ferocious, you really are! I’ve just- it’s the beer I’ve been drinking. It makes me silly. You are very ferocious and I would be terrified if I hadn’t been drinking.”

“Really?” asked the little snake, poking his nose and eyes from under her hand to look up at her. “You mean it?”

“I do,” said Tara. She drank the rest of the can, popping open another. She’d have to pee soon at this rate. Her chest was getting a little sore, too, from her breasts rolling right to left to right as she grabbed her beers, the great pillows of flesh hanging heavily from her ribcage. Bras sucked, but they kept her breasts under a little more control than this. Still, she preferred letting them hang and swing free to actually wearing clothing. “You are a scary snake and I bet you could eat me if you wanted to.”

The little snake’s face lit up, coal black eyes shiny and bright. When he spoke again, it seemed he was giving himself a pep talk more than trying to “scare” her. “I am a scary snake,” he said, slowly. “I am a ferocious scary snake, and I’m hungry.”

She smiled again, drinking from her can. Amazing how warm beer, while not good, could be drank so easily. Her fourth and final can was waiting for her. She finished the one in her hand, and popped the last. She’d be peeing soon, and peeing a lot, with these beers in her so fast. She just rented beer when she drank it, giving it back to the earth soon after.

“She’s prey, I’m hungry, and I bet I could eat her, eat her all up. Swallow her whole, all of her, then digest her alive! Yes! I’m going to do it!”

After draining half the can while listening to the snake’s plans for her, she leaned downward some, very heavy breasts dangling off the edge of the deck chair and wobbling gently.

“Okay, you, if you’re going to just eat me all up and digest me alive, is there anything I need to do here, or is it all you?”

The little snake blinked several times after she spoke, focusing on her again. He quickly uncoiled his eight inch little body, slithered in a tight circle, then coiled up again. His head and neck remained upright, three inches above the short cut grass.

“I, well, oh my. Well, uh, if I am going to actually just eat you up, then- can you get off the chair and maybe lay in the grass? I can’t quite reach up to the chair and get you, and…” He trailed off, both embarrassed at his sudden remembrance of size and inability to even get up on a deck chair.

“You’re not just doing this because you feel sorry for me, are you,” he asked, head drooping a little. “I mean, I can eat you, I know I can.”

“I know you can,” said Tara. Why am I playing with this little snake, she asked herself. After all, there really was no way this snake could eat her, he was just a tiny grass snake. And if he could eat her, there would be no way on God’s green earth she would even play around with him. She’d leave fast, probably run, and go find someone to come kill the little bastard.

Tara didn’t want to die in any way, let alone being eaten all up and digested alive. And while it was fun talking to the little snake it was completely obvious he looked at her and saw nothing more than food. Really big food he had no hope of actually finishing, but just a meal nonetheless. Not exactly flattering. She didn’t mind being treated as just a sex object, or having most men (and some women) want her just for her body. But they weren’t planning on just swallowing her whole.

Lying on her side in the deck chair, bladder starting to fill, massive breasts hanging unsupported and huge, the sun warm on her skin and the empty beer can in her hand she could feel the whole game hanging in a cusp. She wasn’t a violent person and hated hurting things, but she could very easily just kill the little snake. While not scary in itself, it was an aberration- snakes didn’t talk. Under all her playing, she felt a thrill of things being wrong as the snake spoke to her. She should just kill the little bastard. She could easily snap the little snake’s spine in a million places, roll it up like fabric in her hands, tear it into pieces with her fingernails. She could even eat the bloody pieces of snake should she feel herself losing control and becoming more jungle woman than civilized bikini wearer.

Obviously the snake didn’t realize it’s sudden danger as it lay coiled there, whispering “Oh please, oh please,” with it’s eyes shut.

But on the other hand…

What was the danger? It was a sunny afternoon. The snake was very small, she wasn’t in any actual danger. And if there were suddenly danger, if things suddenly and bizarrely became life threatening, she had a cell phone next to the chair. Assuming she somehow couldn’t just get up and walk or run away. He seemed like such a nice little guy too.

The die rolled, a card was drawn and fate was determined. Life is a series of choices

She drained the final can of beer in one great long swallow, the bubbly liquid hurting her throat even as she gulped. Then she dropped the can on the grass and started rolling off the chair. “I have to do two things,” she said, standing and walking to the house. “I really need to pee, and I need some more beer. If I’m going to end up in your tummy and all digested alive, I need to get drunk. Drunker. But first, pee. I have to pee.”

In the house, she sat on the toilet with a six pack at her feet, naked as the day she was born (not that she was much less naked with her bikini on, skimpy as it was) and peeing what felt like a gallon. She popped another can and started drinking that even as the first four cans ran out of her bladder. “What if he does start eating me and I have to pee?” she asked herself. “Not like I could just ask him to stop eating me while I pee.”

She snorted. “If he starts actually eating me, I kill him. That simple.” She finished draining the can and her bladder at the same time, wiped herself and wandered out of the house with her cans in hand.

The tiny green snake was still coiled by the chair where she had been lying down not that long ago, his eyes closed.

“Where does prey lie down?” she asked with a smile. “How are you going to do this?”

“Feet first,” said the little snake. ”I am going to eat you up feet first. Get you into my tummy, then digest you alive. It shouldn’t take more than a day or two for you to die, digest you completely in about a week.”

“Silly goose,” she said with a smile as she sat upon the warm summer grass. She popped open another can of cheap-ass brand beer and took a few swallows. Her breasts were heavy and warm in her lap. “I’m going to have to lean against the chair here for most of this if I’m going to drink my beer, whill that be okay?”

“Until I swallow your legs that’ll be okay. Once I get you halfway down though I need you to lie down all the way so I can get you into my stomach.”

Tara sat back with her eyes closed, drinking a beer and relaxing in the sun until she heard the tiny snake make an throat clearing sound. When she opened her eyes, she saw him coiled between her feet, her legs splayed wide open and labia gaping.

“I need your feet together,” said the tiny snake. “I can’t get them into my mouth with them so far apart.”

“Honey, you have so many requirements I’m not so sure I want to go through with this,” said Tara, but there was little force in her words. She was drunk enough that she was determined to see exactly what this little fellow could actually do. She still didn’t want to be swallowed whole and digested alive, but it would be a kick if he could swallow part of her foot.

“Oh please!” gasped the little snake. “You have to let me eat you!”

“All right,” she grumbled, then drew her feet together. A little harder to keep her balance, expecially since she was now draining her sixth beer in a very short while. Tara wasn’t a tiny person, but, being female, found it harder to hold her alcohol. She carried almost forty pounds on her ribcage in breasts alone and that helped soak up alcohol, but it still wasn’t processed as well as her male counterparts.
Tara closed her eyes and leaned back against the chair. She drained the rest of the beer in the can she held, then dropped the empty next to her as she sat naked in the grass. Her overly large, very heavy breasts sat in her lap as she soaked up sun, very drunk and now quite sleepy. In every short amount of time she’d drained seven cans of cheap-ass brand beer. Normally she didn’t drink anywhere near this amount in such a short time, but the tiny talking snake had disturbed her more than she was willing to admit even to herself.

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And that silly little snake. Thinking he could swallow her whole and entire, then digest her alive. Such a tiny thing! He probably ate mice and frogs normally. What had tipped him over to ravenous hunger when he saw her microkini-clad form, she had no idea. Just the fingers on her hands weighed more than that snake! She giggled softly, eyes closed, and briefly imagined herself half swallowed by the snake- her body half inside the snake, her legs in his throat and him working on getting her ass into his mouth, her breasts resting on the grass… she smiled gently, the image not nearly as frightening to her as she would have believed. She even felt herself heat up a little between her legs at the image in her mind.

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She opened her eyes and looked at her feet. The tiny snake was doing his level best to swallow her! He’d taken her big toes into his mouth- and it stretched his mouth wide but he’d done it. She smiled again- he’d have to work a lot harder than that to get the job done! Her nipples tightened as she looked at him trying so hard to eat her. All of a sudden she wanted to stroke herself, to tease her clitoris just a little… but spreading her legs like that would obviously hurt the little fellow and she didn’t want to do that. If she drew up her legs more, her heels tighter toward her ass she could stretch her arms around her tight buttocks and just tickled her lips…no, she’d wait until he finally gave up trying to swallow her whole and entire. He’d never be able to digest her whole and alive. Poor fellow. She suddenly felt very sorry for the little snake. He just wanted to eat a woman, was that so bad? And that he wanted to eat her, well, that was kind of flattering, wasn’t it.

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Of course, even drunk off her ass, Tara still didn’t want to die- didn’t want to be eaten. She just felt sorry for the little fucker.

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Ooh, oh no. Tara suddenly had to pee again, but when she opened her eyes she saw, with great surprise, that the little snake had actually managed to work his mouth not only around her toes, but further! Her feet were pressed together, side by side, heels to heels and big toes to big toes, and his lips were in a circle halfway up the length of her feet! Another four inches of swallowing, and he’d had made it up to her ankles… could he do that? Would he be able to do that? His body was like a tight sock around her feet and where her toes ended, his body actually continued in normal snake shape for six inches. Jeez. Maybe he could actually eat her. Nah, mentally she shook her head hard. Being able to swallow half her feet was one thing- he was only seven inches long, he’d be lucky to get her feet inside his entire body!

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Oh, damn. She’d never be able to crawl to the bathroom and she really had to pee and she didn’t want to hurt the snake- and then the decision was taken away from her. She suddenly began to pee where she sat in the grass. How embarrassing! But damn tho, it always felt so good to just pee. Her bladder emptied itself and moisture surrounded her, soaking into the dirt. The little snake didn’t even seem to notice- he was still trying his level best to swallow her whole and entire. Poor little guy. Tara wrapped her arms around her knees, squashing her breasts against her legs, eyes closed. She breathed the not-unpleasant urine fumes around her, feeling the snake trying to eat her feet, mildly horny.

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Her position was mostly comfortable, the sunny day was very warm, and the beer did it’s trick. She began to snore softly. And all the while, the determined tiny snake worked hard at swallowing her whole and entire- getting this woman into his belly was the complete end all and be all of his existance now.

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Tara was correct- until this time, he had never eaten anything larger than a bull-frog, big around as a coffee cup saucer. But this woman- when he’d seen her lying on her deck chair, he knew she was his destiny. He knew he had to have her inside his belly. He would swallow her whole and entire, he would digest her alive, even if it took 2 weeks for her to die in his stomach.

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Swallowing her feet was hard work. The bones of his skull had already seperated, but that’s what snake head bones did, that’s how they could eat large prey. Not as large in proportion as Tara was, no, but still the principle was sound. He gathered up his body, easing more of himself around Tara’s feet, then swallowed. His lips slid up her feet toward her ankles another half inch. Slow but steady, that’s how the snake ate the woman. Slow and steady. Of course, at this rate it was going to take forever to eat her, but all he needed was time.

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Of course, with her asleep it was going to be easier. Now he didn’t have to worry about her freaking out and going back on her pledge to become snake food. Shucks, he thought, she was always snake food. She was a woman, after all. And women were put on the planet to be eaten by snakes. He knew this was true, knew it the moment he had seen her.

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Slow and steady. But it mustn’t be that slow, because the sun didn’t seem to have moved far in the sky and now he had swallowed her feet. His lips were now around her ankle bones, and that felt a little better- her ankles were more slender than her heels. Of course, his body felt mighty stretched out. He was stretching out pretty good though as he swallowed her whole and entire. It had taken only a third of his seven inch length to stretch out and accept her feet. Of course, that sort of meant that when he had swallowed slightly less than two feet of her body, his own body would be stretched out, but that was something to think out later when it came to it. Right now he needed to concentrate on getting her inside of his stomach. Just concentrate on eating this nude woman alive. Just concentrate on swallowing every tender inch of her beautiful nude body through his mouth, down his throat, and into his stomach where he could digest her alive over a period of several weeks.

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As he was swallowing his way up her calves, she mumbled in her sleep and started peeing again. Urine flowed out of her body and pooled around her bottom in the grass before sinking into the soil. She certainly pees a lot, thought the snake to himself as he worked on swallowing her alive. Another half inch of soft lower leg slid between his lips and down his throat, her feet now encased inside his stomach. His mouth was stretched almost painfully wide and he hadn’t even gotten to the widest part of her calves yet. He wasn’t worried though- things were going along so swimmingly right now, he couldn’t even imagine not being able to slide his jaws over her head after a little more work. To just swallow one more time to get her head in his throat, then rest his jaws together and relax, this woman fully inside of him, to rest before swallowing her fully inside his belly. It was simply destiny.

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Tara was laying back flat on the grass now, had loosely relaxed and flopped back some time ago. She leaned to the side until her head was on the grass, then drunkenly scooched her bottom to the side until she was on her back next to the deck chair and started snoring again. Time passed as he swallowed and swallowed, moving his head up her body, moving her down his throat. He felt very stretched out now, his head past her knees now. Her thighs were very large in comparison to her feet and his mouth was starting to feel uncomfortable stretched around now- his lips were hurting. But he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t quit. First thing first- she had said that he could eat her, had said that he could swallow her whole and digest her alive, so he was going to.

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Looking down at the drunk naked woman on the lawn with the tiny snake that was endeavoring to swllow her whole and entire, the first thing one would notice was that the situation was already impossible. Before the snake had started his life’s work of encasing Tara in his stomach he had been only seven inches long. His stomach was approximately a third of his body length and there was no way a fully grown woman, especially with breasts as large as Tara’s, would fit inside his two inch long belly. And yet, on this lazy summer day, the body of the tiny snake had already done the impossible- he had stretched out his entire body from the tips of her toes to halfway up her thighs, his lips stretched impossibly around her legs. Already she was such a tight fit inside his body that it seemed he was painted on to her legs, and not an actual snake that was swallowing this nude woman whole and entire.

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And still he swallowed diligently, working steadily on getting this drunk woman into his stomach. His lips were getting closer and closer to the clean-shaven cleft between her thighs, her tight buttocks, the clenched little pucker between her cheeks. Her waist would give his lips some relief, but her ribcase was of a size, and those boobs- How would he ever get those into his mouth, get them into his stomach? Well, he’d have to keep working at it like he was doing now. Just keep swallowing and swallowing, taking her between his lips a half inch at a time, bringing her soft nude body into his own. He’d have to swallow that bridge when he got to it.

The tiny snake found Tara to be absolutely delicious. Her lightly lotioned skin tasted wonderful on his tongue. From the moment he had placed his mouth around her toes he found her taste to be infinitely better than any frog. Bugs were nothing compared to the wonderful taste of a woman going down his throat and into his belly. Her feet were the best thing he had ever eaten, until he got to her lower legs, and then they were the best in the world. As her legs slowly slid between his lips, into his mouth, down his throat and into his stomach, each inch became the best thing he had ever eaten. Her lower thighs were ambrosia. And the closer his gaping mouth got to her clean-shaven pussy, the better she tasted.
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Since he had never eaten a woman before he didn’t know if the musky scented hole between her legs was the best in the entire world, or if every woman’s hole would smell so tantalizing, so wonderful. He wanted to slide his tongue over her fat pussy lips, to tease and tickle his tongue between them, and then push his tongue deep in the hole between her legs. He wanted to sample and savor the smell that wafted to him, to his sensitive tongue. He could literally taste the air with his tongue, and if the hole between her thighs physically tasted as good as the air flowing around it said it did, he thought he might die from the pleasure.
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She kept sliding between his lips as she slept. Would she sleep until he had her inside his stomach entirely? Would the first thing she saw when she awoke, be nothing because there was no light in his belly? He felt that it would be kind of sad if he couldn’t hear her say that yes, indeed, he had eaten her alive. Hear her laugh and admit that even though he was a tiny snake, he could eat a woman whole and alive. The tiny snake with half a woman inside him felt sure that if she was awake, she would be proud of him. He was swallowing her whole and entire, soon to digest her alive over a period of around two weeks before digestion finally killed her.
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At last his lips felt as if they were going to split- he was at the top of her thighs, about to take her buttocks into his mouth. Her fragrant pussy was inches from his tongue and the wonderful smell was driving him mad. Intoxicating. He swallowed and winced, his lips hurting. This would be a deciding point- would be actually be able to swallow her whole and alive? If he couldn’t take her hips and buttocks into his mouth and swallow them into his throat and belly, it was over. She would be hurt, she would be betrayed, she would laugh at him because he couldn’t digest her alive. Snakes were made to eat women and women were made to be eaten by snakes.
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He bunched up his body and then closed his eyes. He swallowed against her hips and buttocks and it hurt, it hurt a lot- but his lips didn’t split. She slid another half inch down his throat and he knew, with triumph, that he could do it. He could swallow her whole and entire- he could digest her alive! She would be so happy for him! She was going to be digested alive in his belly!
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As he swallowed and swallowed the sleeping, drunk woman, it would have looked dreamlike for any passersby. His lips around her waist, just below her navel, looked like a thin black rubber band around her. The top of the snake’s head, the bones separated from the rest of the bones in his head around the sleeping woman sliding down his throat and into his belly, was about the size of a quarter and about a quarter of an inch in height. The rest of the skin of the snake was stretched so thin and so tight it was shiny. The scales of his body were like sequins on cloth wrapped around her- each scale far from it’s fellow scale he was stretched so far and so thin. Aside from the bump of his head, the rest of his body was skin tight around hers and it literally appeared as if his body was simple paint on her skin. Her body was just visible through the stretched out skin of his body. And when he swallowed again, her pretty navel slid into his mouth, her ass down his throat and her body from the knees down in his stomach.

Tara yawned and put an arm over her eyes, the sun bright. How long had she been asleep? She must have been really drunk. Probably was still pretty drunk- when she’d fallen asleep, the sun was high in the sky and it was still up there. Maybe late afternoon. She yawned again, smacking her lips. Her mouth was mighty dry, she was dehydrated- well, that’s what happened when you drank a six pack of beer- no, more than that she remembered. Wow. And she was still drunk- she still felt woozy.
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When she tried to roll over and sit up, she found that it was impossible. One of her arms wasn’t moving at all even though she could still feel it, and her legs weren’t moving either. She bent her legs at the knee and was totally baffled when they moved in that fashion. But what the hell- why couldn’t she spread her legs? What the hell was going on with her legs?
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Laying in the grass, she spent a few seconds freaking out and wondering if she had a stroke- was that why her body wasn’t working right? But no, no- she didn’t know all the symptoms of stroke, but she didn’t feel any pain other than a building hangover headache. She just couldn’t make her legs or her arm work right. And now that she was calming down she could feel her whole body felt odd, strange.
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She felt tight, constricted. As if someone had taken strips of cloth and wrapped them tightly around her whole body, starting at her feet and working up. It was hot and her skin felt funny. Her breasts were pushed up higher than usual. When she lay on her back they flopped off to the side at her armpits, lower down around her arms but right now they were resting higher on her ribcage, almost pushed up to her face. Just what the fuck was going on here?
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“Take a deep breath,” she whispered to herself. “Just relax.” She slowed her breathing, closed her eyes. She took her free right arm and gently reached down to her lower body, touching herself. What she felt didn’t match up with anything that made sense- her skin felt oddly rough. Not like sandpaper, just not quite smooth. And when she tried to feel between her legs, she couldn’t! There was some sort of barrier, a membrane of some kind, that blocked her fingers. What in the name of God was going on?
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She brought her fingers up her body, trailing the tips up her belly, the bump of her ribcage. And there it was, whatever ‘it’ was- a rim of some kind, a line, a lip, just above the crease of breast and chest. It ran from all the way over as far as she could reach on the left side and just as far on the right. She couldn’t stretch her arm around her back, people just didn’t bend that way, but there was no reason to assume the rim didn’t run all the way around her. It was like she was in a tight sack of some kind, something that was restricting her where she was trapped in it.
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Just then she felt the weirdest sensation- a soft, wet crawling motion that started at her toes. It worked it’s way gently up her feet and then her legs, a circular band around her that inched it’s way up her body. She felt it travel slickly up her waist until it hit the rim at her ribcage and felt the slick, tight wet sack around her move about one half inch up her back and her underboobs. About three seconds after that she was overwhelmed with a sudden feeling of dizziness and sickness as she realized what was happening.
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“Holy fuck,” she whispered weakly. “That snake- it is eating me, it’s swallowing me.” She was overwhelmed with such a sensation of horror that it totally eliminated any feelings of erotica she had felt about the situation before. It was sexy to think of the snake swallowing her alive when she knew it couldn’t happen- now that it was happening, it was no longer sexy time.
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She had another problem to deal with while she was thinking. Her breasts, while not the biggest in the world, were each twice as large as her head and hair by volume- already they were being pushed up and into her face. If the snake kept swallowing her, those massive boobs could suffocate her long before the snake got her into it’s stomach.
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She closed her eyes to think for a minute and was almost trapped by her drunkenness- even though she felt panic from being swallowed whole and entire by an animal that wanted to digest her alive, she was still riding the tail end of a seven beer drunk. She almost fell asleep again as she lay there in despair, eyes closed and her face in the shadow of her quivering, soft breasts. She snapped her eyes open and almost started crying.
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Suddenly, Tara remembered something that was sure to save her. She lifted her hand and looked at her fingernails. They weren’t talons, she never wore her nails in inch long colored spikes on her fingers but she did have fingernails. Tight as this snake felt around her body as it swallowed her whole and entire, it’s skin or lip should probably cut very easily with her fingernails. She smiled to herself and lowered her hand, feeling for the best place to try her theory.
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There were no loose parts of snake skin for her to lift and place between her nails but that didn’t mean she had to give up. Tara took her thumbnail and middle fingernail and tried catching snakeskin at her groin, where her legs came together. Right in the cave of her crotch the snakeskin dipped inward but didn’t actually touch her skin, a tight tent of stretched out snakeskin. And yet that was also a problem- the snakeskin was stretched tight as drum skin as well. She just couldn’t catch enough skin to try and tear it with her nails.
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All right then. She brought her hand up and worked on getting her thumbnail under the lip of the snake that was swallowing her whole and alive. Maybe she could rip it there. If she could just nick it she’d be able to tear the snake off her like it was made of paper. While she was working, the rim of swallowing snake worked it’s way up her body again and she snake lip worked it’s way another half inch up her back, pushing her boobs up further into her face. Right now it was like wearing an insane push up bra, but any further and her face and head would be totally covered with her boobs. Breathing would become highly problematic at that point.
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However, pinch and pull and tear at the snake lip with her fingernails it just wouldn’t rip. The mouth of the snake was drawing her deeper and deeper into the throat of the snake, pushing more and more of her into stomach. Finally she was outright sobbing while she pulled at the mouth of the snake that was swallowing her whole and alive but nothing she did made a difference.
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“If I wasn’t so hammered,” she whispered to herself, pushing her left breast to one side, pulling the right to the other. The lips of the snake had pushed her breasts up past her chin, her cherry red nipples up at the level of her eyes. Damned things were bullet hard right now, both breasts strangely ultra sensitive at the moment. If she weren’t being swallowed whole, about to be digested alive, she could enjoy them, even suck on her nipples herself while mashing and kneading the warm, soft breasts. She did it all the time anyway.
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The mouth of the snake that was swallowing her whole and entire was up to her left shoulder, pushing her right arm upward at an awkward angle. She was glad of the fact that she could use her arm still, but it did bring questions- would the snake start digesting her alive when the bulk of her body was in it’s stomach, because at that point her arm from the elbow to fingertips would still be unswallowed. Would it leave her arm simply undigested, letting it fall off and out of it’s mouth at some point? She couldn’t imagine the snake having to swallow her entire arm as well- that was an unnecessary foot and a half it would have to stretch to swallow her entirely. And if it couldn’t, would it just spit her out after not being to swallow her arm? Not that it would help her if that were the case- she would have suffocated in the airless sac of the snake stomach by that time.
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Since there was no hope, no hope at all, maybe she could draw her arm into the throat of the snake. But, no- no matter what she did, she couldn’t get her elbow past the rim of the snake’s mouth. She was in the way- her body, her breasts pushed into her face, she couldn’t get her elbow past her fucking tits to get her arm in! What was going to happen she didn’t know but she was too scared to worry about it right now. She felt her panic grow as the mouth of the snake worked another half inch up her body. The circle of swallowing flesh worked it’s wet tight way up her nude body, until it reached the lips of the snake and she slid another half inch deeper down the snake’s throat, another half inch deeper into it’s stomach where she would be digested alive.
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From above, Tara’s predicament again looked surreal. The skin of the snake that had swallowed her so deeply through it’s wide stretched mouth, it’s tight wet throat, it’s great stretched sac of a stomach that held all of her body from the neck down, was almost transparent it was pulled so tight. Her breasts were large enough and the fit tight enough that they were pushed upward like two huge meat pillows, totally obscuring her head- even though her head from the neck up was outside the snake’s mouth, all that could be seen were the lower halves of her breasts bursting from the mouth of the snake, nipples bullet hard and cherry red. From behind the two great breasts, enough of them unswallowed that they would have made two double D cup breasts for another woman, was her arm shoved outward, hand clutching and trying desperately to pull her to safety.
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The skin of the snake looked as if Tara’s nude body had been wrapped in cellophane and then the outer surface water-painted in pastel colors. Tight as another layer of skin against her own skin, the throat and stomach of the snake held her tightly from her neck to her toes. Neither of them knew how tenous the grasp of the snake around her body, how tightly the snake was stretched to hold her in it’s stomach. She only knew that she was going to be digested alive, impossibly, by what used to be a snake that had been only seven inches long and half an inch wide, and the snake only knew that he had to risk his own life to eat this woman. He had to do the impossible so that he could digest this woman alive over a period of weeks before her death. He had to- she was that delicious. The taste of her pussy even now was a memory of sheer bliss, and having even half of those wonderful breasts inside his mouth was a slice of heaven. He wanted, he needed, to finish swallowing her whole and entire. He had to digest her alive.
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And he knew that she wanted to be digested alive. From the moment she had said that yes, as a woman she was prey and that yes, he could swallow her whole and entire and digest her alive, that she was his. And that she was proud of him for eating her, proud of him for being able to swallow her and digest her alive. That she wanted to die in his stomach as he digested her over a period of at least two weeks.
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For her part, she wanted nothing more than to escape this horror with her life. If she could escape this situation and maybe kill the snake for what he had done to her, that would be gravy. She didn’t want to die, she didn’t want to be eaten, and she certainly didn’t want to be digested alive.
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As the mouth of the snake crept up the back of her neck, oh so agonizingly slowly, shoving her breasts tightly against her face and making it so difficult to breathe past their soft masses, Tara had began screaming with each breath. Screaming in total terror and hoping beyond hope that someone could hear, could come and rescue her. Her voice was very loud in her ears but muffled very effectively by her breasts packed around her head. Even if there had been someone in her backyard with her to listen, they wouldn’t have heard her five feet away. Her sheer animal fear momentarily reduced her to less than human, but she wouldn’t have to worry about lost dignity. No one would ever know.
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Before long, the rim of his mouth was past the top of her head, leaving only her breasts, nipples, and arm left to swallow away into his stomach. By this time, however, that was childs play to eat. With the bulk of Tara already in his stomach, still screaming in terror, this would be easy. And it was- slow careful swallows brought his lips over the sensitive nipples of her breasts and in minutes they too were in his throat, then his stomach. That left only her arm from the elbow down.
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This was actually easier. Because it was just an arm and not an an entire nude to swallow into his hungry stomach, all he had to do was swallow. The pressure did the rest. Her arm bent at the elbow as he swallowed and while his lips and mough were stretched out again as her arm bent awkwardly while he swallowed it down, that was nothing compared to having to get his mouth past her hips and ass, past those huge delicious tits. And then her hand was in his mouth as well- he continued his slow pulsing swallows and her arm continued bending downward and stretching back out again until her right arm was against her side, just like the left.
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And then it was basically over! He huffed a gentle breath. That wonderful delicious nude woman with her wonderful pussy and beautiful tits was inside his stomach. He had done it. It didn’t matter that he had been only seven inches long and half an inch wide- he had swallowed a nude woman whole and entire into his stomach, and now he was going to digest this beautiful meal alive. And still he was positive that she was proud of him, from her position there in his stomach. That she had known he could do it. That she had been hoping against hope that he could do it- he could swallow her whole and digest her alive. And he had done it.
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It looked as if Tara were simply laying on her back in the grass of her backyard. Strangely, from the very top of her head, from her oddly mashed down head of hair, there was a tiny snake head, oddly life like. But from the very top of her head down to her toes, it appeared as if she were wrapped tightly in a single layer of thin cellophane, and that cellophane clung to her body as if it were a second skin. Her overly large breasts still jiggled on her chest as she breathed, nipples still hard and jutting straight out and begging to be suckled. Her clean shaven crotch still called out for sex. Only lightly was the cellophane painted in pastels to show that it was in fact stretched out snake skin.
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Her face was still contorted in terror and she did seem to be screaming but very little could be heard. Only her chest heaved as she screamed, eyes clenched shut.
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Now that the snake had swallowed Tara whole and entire, movement was not just slow, it was basically impossible. He couldn’t slither any more with a live nude woman in his belly. His body just didn’t bend or turn with a woman in his stomach. He’d have to stay there and just digest her where they were, until she’d been digested down enough that he could slither away. That should take only about a week. This was a nice patch of lawn, secluded, and it got great sun- i’d been a great day the entire time he was swallowing this nude woman alive. And when she was digested down far enough, why then, he slither away to a place of greater safety where he could finish digesting her, still alive, in peace.
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He closed his eyes and started to drift away into sleep. Tara was a big delicious meal, and he needed toi get started on digesting her right away, keep her proud of him.
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Tara’s screams became audible when the stomach acids started to flow.

[theclaw]

Chanya stepped between the aisles near the rear of the old shop. There was no end of fascinating stuff on the shelves around her- various skulls of animals and what looked like human skulls but must have been monkeys of some kind, dried animal parts, model kits from other countries with cramped and strange alphabets on the fading yellow boxes. A spray of dried flowers still as brilliant as they day they had been picked, what must have been chef knives but they were curved oddly, and a rack of muumuus in colors and patterns that a drunkard must have designed in the midst of seizure. Behind a sheet of dusty glass there was some jewelry she could never have forced herself to wear- earrings with strange spiked animal shapes, a brooch in the shape of a dead skunk (it must have been a dead skunk-what else could it have been?), and- oh, brilliant! On a sheet on tinted glass a ring.

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But not just any ring. The metal was expertly formed in the shape of a crouching reptile- it might have been a dragon, it might have been a komodo lizard, it might have been some animal from the sculptors fevered mind. The back legs stretched out like a drunken sailor or bowlegged cowboy then bent back in at the knees- the feet touched together and melded together there. A finger would slip between those legs, then between the front legs that have been molded in the same shape. Instead of running in a circle around the finger, the ring would hold onto the finger lengthwise.

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Which would be extremely impractical but that wasn’t the point. The craftsmanship was beautiful- each scale could be made out, just barely. The legs appeared to have been carved from stone rather than cast in metal. And the ugly sonofabitches face- like someone had jammed a football up it’s ass and taken a picture of the resulting scream of outrage. Jagged triangles burst from the animals back as if it were an ancient dinosaur. Altogether it was an improbable an animal as she had ever seen in any book and it was wonderful. Sheer poetry in outlandish silver metal.

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Chanya too was a study in parts. Her mother was Japanese, her father Native American and her skin was the color of neither, more Mediterranean than anything else. She retained the straight jet black hair of both, as well as a pair of striking cheekbones. Her irises too were black and the effect was shocking- as if she had gigantic dilated pupils drinking you in when she looked straight at you. She stood a modest five foot six and carried two over inflated football sized breasts high on her chest. They were heavy, full, thick with mammary gland and low in fat and connective tissue. Like all the women in her family, her body overproduced the hormones necessary for lactation and as such her breasts were always producing and overproducing milk- she required extra pads in her bras to soak up leaks. She had childbearing hips but had never had a chance to break them in as such- although very active sexually she had never even had a late period. She was one of those women that didn’t have to shave between her legs to remain as hairless as the day she was born- she had never grown pubic hair before, during, or after puberty.

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She was wearing black- from black pumps to her black pencil skirt, black blouse with silver beads outlining flowers on the back, her black leather jacket held over one forearm and the cute black beret on the top of her head. The ring would be perfect, absolutely perfect. She looked at the display holding the ring- a simple sheet of mirrored glass and the ring sitting atop what could have been an acrylic or glass post. The glass sheet was on top of a curio cabinet filled with teacups, each painted with a leaf that had never graced a plant on our world. There was no form of protection keeping anyone from simply lifting the ring and sliding it into a pocket. Who would set up a display like this with such a beautiful piece? There didn’t appear to be any cameras about, and the only person she had seen in the store so far was a small wrinkled man behind a cash register near the entrance. And while the store wasn’t very large, maybe thirty feet wide, twenty deep with the oddity-cluttered ceiling hanging 12 feet above the floor, there was no one else around.

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She slid the ring over her finger and felt her heart skip a painless beat. It was wonderful. The ring weighed a good four ounces and so had a heft to it but that felt good. And the fit, while tight, wasn’t painful or even very constricting and it looked absolutely stunning. She had to have this ring. Had to have the ring. She looked at the ring display and found a little tag stuck to the side of the post. “Holy shit,” she whispered. Twelve hundred dollars. Holy fuck on a fuckstick made of fuck. Nothing else in the store had a price tag on it more than ten dollars.

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“Well, hell,” she murmured to herself. She slid the ring off her finger and set it back on the display post. She tapped a finger against her thigh for a moment, staring at the ring. “I think I’ll have to just take the ring.” And after saying it she felt a little twinge inside. She grabbed the ring off the post and slid it into a pocket of her leather jacket. Then, trying her best to stay nonchalant, kept walking through the store and checking out the displays even as her forehead broke into a sweat.

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While she was looking at a Japanese fan made of chicken bones and rice paper her jacket was jerked rudely from her arm. Her heart almost leapt from her chest and she turned to confront the jerk who had pulled her jacket away so rudely and felt the world suddenly shift sideways. There was no person standing there, but there was a silver komodo lizard, maybe a dragon, some sort of nightmare creature made of a shiny silver metal crouched in the crowded aisle next to her. It came up to her waist and the face was even uglier at this size with a gaping maw, crazy eyes, and spiky whiskers bursting from it’s cheeks.

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Chanya inhaled sharply, about to scream when the creature’s thin, whip like scorpion tail shot over it’s head and jabbed into her neck, pumping a quantity of unknown venom into her carotid artery. The shock of the sting further robbed her of her breath and in seconds she crumpled to the floor. She was awake but she couldn’t move. The creature walked over to her, staring down into her eyes with it’s own shining metal nightmare eyes.

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“You don’t steal from us,” whispered the beast, it’s voice amazingly human but with an accent that made it hard to understand. “If you pay, I go home with you. But if you steal, you get to stay with me.” It reached down with it’s jaws and grabbed her blouse between it;s front teeth and dragged her roughly up the aisle toward the back of the store. All the way it muttered to itself and inside, Chanya was screaming.

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Once in the darkness of the back of the shop the beast quickly tore Chanya’s clothing from her using its teeth and talons. The beast wasn’t careful and left her bleeding all around her body from its scraping and tearing claws and in only a few minutes Chanya was lying naked on the warped floorboards of the shop. Her inner thighs were torn, her breasts bleeding badly and one finger was broken and bent in several places..“You don’t steal from us,” said the beast again. Chanya was laying lengthwise down the aisle on her back, eyes wide open. Inside she was screaming and telling herself she was just dreaming but the pain in her body was telling her otherwise. The beast padded surprising quietly down one hall and came up at her feet. Chanya could see her body in the dim light of the store and just past her feet the terrifying face of the monster. “And now you stay with me. You stay with me.”

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The beast dipped it’s head and opened its jaws. Roughly it took her feet into its mouth and Chanya was screaming so loud inside her head, pushing so hard, that she actually began moaning as she lay on the floor. The mouth of the beast was cold, hard, the teeth sharp but not pointed. They broke the skin but only because of the roughness of the treatment, not because they were sharp. Her feet slid into the throat of the creature and it felt like cold water on her skin. The beast was still of that strange silver metal but it moved like flesh.

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The beast shoved its head downward as it swallowed on her feet and legs. She could feel her feet now inside the body of the silver metal monster, the cold mouth around her calves. Even though the throat of the monster was made of living metal her skin slid into the body of the monster as if were saliva slick flesh. How Chanya was going to fit inside of this beast she wasn’t sure as it had only come up to her waist, but hey. Magic.

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The monster kept hissing to itself around her legs going down its throat and it swallowed again, pushing harshly on her legs. Her feet were inside the main body of the beast and did it have a stomach? Her legs were inside the throat of the lizard like metal monster with its cold mouth just below her tight buttocks and it lifted upward, bringing her pelvis a foot off the floor. Another cold metal swallow and her ass slid into the mouth of the creature, its teeth cutting her skin in parallel lines on her buttocks and her upper thighs. Her legs bent at the knees and she could feel her heels close to her ass through the body of the monster. Her voice was grunting as she tried to scream, to let the world know that this thing was eating her.

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Her knees were at the base of the beasts metal stomach, its body a cold embrace around her. Her head and shoulders still rested on the floor and her buttocks were in the mouth of the beast at human waist level- her breasts rolled up her chest and fell against her neck and chin, rolling around her head to rest on her shoulders. Her arms were splayed out and her shoulders hurt but nothing compared to the strain of her abdominal muscles. The creature hissed and groaned around her body in its throat as it pushed downward on her body and swallowing, shoving her into it’s body and stomach. And as it swallowed her into it’s stomach her body began to bend at the waist, forced into the fairly small sac of its stomach.

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“Nuh, nuh,” gasped Chanya as the monster pushed her shoulders into the floor, swallowing hard. It’s teeth cut painful grooves into her flesh and muscles as it drove her body into it’s stomach. The silver metal lips of the beast were under her breasts and around her back below her shoulder blades as it shoved at her, forcing her into it’s body. In it’s anger to eat her alive it was banging it’s mouth downward as it swallowed, thumping her painfully. Her head clonked on the wooden planks with each bang and her body slid deeper into the body of the monster. “Nuh!”

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It’s teeth cut deeply into the bottoms of her breasts as it crammed her deeper and Chanya knew it wasn’t long now. Tears of pain and terror ran from her eyes and she was swallowed deeper and deeper. The creatures cold metal lips surrounded her body at her armpits and shoulders, her breasts crammed around her face and neck and bleeding profusely from the deep gouges in them. Her arms flopped loosely behind her and that added to the pain, her arms pulling at the joints in her upper body painfully. Her heels were tight and painful against her ass, her toes crushed against the cold metal stomach. Her knees were squeezed painfully into her belly and she continued rolling into a ball in the belly of the metal animal as it swallowed her alive. What was going to happen to her when she was fully swallowed? This monster was alive but metal!

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The jaws of the monster crushed her face as it swallowed her down, her breasts bleeding and pounding with her heartbeat around her. The silver metal teeth gouged her scalp and cheeks as it swallowed her and it felt as if her shoulders were breaking from the poor angle- her screams were more of the agony of her treatment than her fear of being eaten. She felt more painful swallows and her head was brought into the hard metal throat of the animal, hands still dangling in the air and freely dripping blood. Chanya was able to swallow as she was swallowed which was good because the blood from her broken nose was pouring down her face.

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The beast continued swallowing Chanya, taking her arms into it’s throat and stomach. The long bones in her arms shattered with loud pops as it harshly took her away from the world. With it’s final swallow, Chanya was rolled into a tight ball in the cold metal sac of it’s stomach and still moaning audibly in pain and terror. The belly of the beast, which had been a concave hollow before eating Chanya, was now an adult woman sized bulge.

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The beast panted as it stood on it’s feet in the aisle of the shop and then it suddenly arched it’s back. Silver metal muscles stood out on it’s body as it compressed it’s belly hard and even through the metal flesh of it’s body the snapping of bones in Chanya’s swallowed body was like the popping of kernels in a bag of microwave popcorn. Even after this treatment, Chanya’s grunts of agony could still be heard through the muscles of the silver metal monsters body.

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A human being would have to take care of the blood and Chanya’s clothing- the ring beast had taken care of the shoplifter. It would take a day to digest the swallowed woman but she would be dead soon anyway with the trauma she’d taken while being eaten, and then it could shrink itself back down and become just a ring again. Ready to sit on the shelf and catch the eye of some young woman with theft in her heart.

[theclaw]

Randy looked up from the cash register when he heard footsteps approaching. He vowed to hold his tongue this time, he couldn’t afford another reprimand. But when he saw the pair of breasts approaching, he had to bite hard.
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These breasts were large, firm, and held tightly in a black t-shirt. There was no bra holding these proud milk machines; they were high, full, and the thick nipples jutted like thumbs against the thin cloth of the shirt. There were words written on the shirt- “3 Gallons A Day”, and he believed it. With an effort he lifted his vision to the face of the woman that belonged to these bobbling, jiggling tits. She was smiling, her red hair hanging in ringlets to her shoulders, and he felt a sudden surge of dread.
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She stood about five foot and a half in the flip flops she wore on her dainty feet. Her legs were lean and she wore a pair of short shorts that rode very low on her thin hips. Her belly was taut, and she had a shiny belly button ring. The shirt that barely held the oversized meat melons was cut to just under the ribs, and tight as it was it rode up to show the soft undersides of her massive milk-makers. She wore thin-frame granny glasses over her piercing green eyes.
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“I sincerely hope you are looking to buy a hamster or a cat,” said Randy before those tits could say a word. “Because sister, with a rack like that, there is no way I can legally sell you a snake.”
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The woman behind those beautiful breasts lost her smile only for a moment before she spoke. “No, I wasn’t in the market for a snake,” she said. She shrugged, breasts bouncing and jiggling, and Randy felt the blood surging into his groin. “I was, in fact, hoping you could help me purchase a rat.” Her voice was pleasant, soft.
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Briefly, Randy felt torn. He wanted to help the woman that belonged to those breasts, but on the other hand, the bloody fucking cash register was on the fritz. The software that ran the machine was barely out of beta and he’d begged the owner of the store to not upgrade but had lost the argument. He wasn’t going to be selling anyone anything if he couldn’t get the register working again. And while business wasn’t exactly booming, there was always the threat that he’d have to use the machine at any moment.
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But hell. Those tits wanted to buy a rat. That was safe. He could send them to look at the rats and continue working on the register. They had a fair variety of furry rodents to look through, all of them cute and furry. Twitchy noses, whiskers. Not a one of them tempted to look at a delicious pair of tits and devour the owner.
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His eyes slid down from her eyes involuntarily and he spoke to those soft mounds of flesh. “If you head to the back of the store, to the left hand side, you’ll find we have a charming variety of not just rats, but also a near bewildering number of hamsters, mice, and even guinea pigs. I would take you there, but I have to fix this bloody cash register.”
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“Thank you,” she said, startling him for a brief second- since when did tits talk? But he remembered that there was a woman attached to them just in time to look up, smile, then back to the hard nipples before she turned away. He watched her firm round buttocks walking away before he went guiltily back to the cash register. Fucking thing.
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He lost track of time while he was in debug mode, the software change manual on the counter beside him. He was in the zone and amazingly no one had actually come up to make a purchase which was good and bad- he did need to actually sell things so the owner could afford to pay his salary, after all. It could have been five minutes or a half hour. It was only when a little girl came up to the counter that he was jolted back to reality.
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“Mister?” came the voice and he looked up.
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“Yes?” He wasn’t rude, just lost for a second or two.
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“There’s a snake eating someone in the back of the store.”
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Oh hell. Oh HELL. If the snake was eating those tits, and the woman who belonged to them, he reminded himself, he was in trouble. He could maybe be fined a half-lunch break. That would SUCK. He needed the money to pay for the internet connection at home- his internet porn addiction needed it it’s fix, baby. He stepped from behind the counter and headed to the back of the store.
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Oh fucknuggets, a snake was eating those tits- and the woman that came with them. She’d stripped off what little clothing she wore- the tiny shirt and the panty-less short shorts, the sneakers- and let the reticulated python (why did they have that? No one ever asked to buy it and it was nothing but trouble- it’d eaten well over a hundred female customers in the three weeks they’d had it) loose. The, judging by her position on the floor (nude, lying on her back with those wonderful, beautiful, luscious milk makers settling on her chest and rolling off the her rib cage to rest on her upper arms, hard nipples quivering on the tops of her pillow like breasts), had let the snake swallow her head and shoulders. It was swallowing it’s way down the rest of her body now, it’s nose resting at the midpoint of her sternum and the corners of its mouth just three inches down her shoulders on each side.
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Now how had it done that? Her shoulders were much wider than her head, yet it’s lips were swallowed equally far down on each shoulder. Damn, he would have liked to have seen the snake swallow her head and shoulders… Not as much as he would have liked to have just seen the woman naked and not partly inside a snake, but still. Simple morbid curiosity. As it was, he let his eyes drink in the unswallowed portion of the woman- her thin waist and lightly muscled belly, the swell of her hips and the soft pouting lips of her shaved cunt. Her clitoris was large, not frighteningly so, and erect- her hands were massaging the flesh around the tiny pink nubbin, gently touching and softly rubbing the clitoris itself, fingers touching, rubbing, and inserting themselves in the soft wet hole of her amply lubricated pussy. Her legs were long, lean, runners legs, knees drawn up and feet near her tight buttocks as she masturbated, snake swallowing her whole and entire.
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The snake swallowed the woman further down it’s throat. The snake itself was a beautiful green creature, the main body lime green and a pattern of lighter yellow and darker green diamonds running in a pattern down its back. It was a larger snake, almost thirty feel long and a full eight inches from side to side at its widest. It’s head was a triangular wedge at the end of the body, the jaws able to dislocate and the bones of the skull actually able to pull softly apart when eating large prey- otherwise the beast would never be able to consume enough to keep its body alive. Right now it’s mouth was stretched around the rib cage of the supine woman, plus the width of each arm on either side of the rib cage, plus the bulging of the mammoth breasts. And yet the snake was having very little problem swallowing the woman down two inches at each swallow.
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The snake would ride it’s lower body forward, a rippling and bulging of it’s body around the swallowed prey in its throat, then, when swallowing, would thrust the forward part of its body up the body of the prey- in this case, taking the woman into it’s mouth and down it’s throat two inches at each swallow, bringing the body of the swallowed woman closer to it’s stomach with each peristaltic pulse, where it would digest her alive over a period of one to two weeks before the digestive process finally killed her.
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Randy shook himself. He had a raging erection and a ringing in his ears. He turned to the little girl, who couldn’t have been more than seven year sold an for a moment didn’t know what to say about the situation. At last he said, “I should probably call the police or something.” But he didn’t move, watching as the snake swallowed another few inches of the nude masturbating woman into it;s mouth and throat. It’s lips were around her navel, at the elbow of her arms. Periodically her legs would tremble, her arms would freeze and her pelvis would buck as she achieved orgasm yet again. Her breasts were mashed downwards between her arms, hard nipples like rich brown cookie dough, hard as bullets, nearing her shaved cunt as the snake ate her alive.
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“Is a snake going to eat me when I get older?” asked the little girl, forcing Randy to stop thinking about his cock and irritating him no end.
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“Only if you’re very very lucky,” he replied, gripping himself through his pants pocket. “Not everyone is good enough to get eaten.”
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“What if I don’t want to get eaten alive?” she asked him, eyes wide and face innocent.
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“Then there is something wrong with you,” said Randy. “Now get out of here, I have to call the police in a few minutes. Maybe they won’t be able to save her,” said Randy brightly. God he wanted to jerk off- the snake had swallowed the woman’s ass while he was talking to that hateful little girl. The woman’s head was a lump in the body of the snake with her shoulders suddenly bulging outward. Her breasts made her upper torso a wide long tube in the snake’s throat and they were still not totally swallowed, her nipples still poking outward from the lips of the snake mouth even though her pussy was inside the snake’s mouth.
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Here goes my bonus, thought Randy, as he finally couldn’t control himself and began masturbating furiously through the pocket of his sweat pants. The snake’s eaten another pair of tits, this train wreck of a little girl who wouldn’t stop fucking yakking when there was important work to be done was probably going to tell the police he had just watched while the snake ate the tits Z(and the woman they belonged to, couldn’t forget her), and he still hadn’t debugged the bloody cash register.
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He’d probably get docked his lunch break for the day because of this debacle. Still though, he thought, orgasm nearing as he ran his hands up and down the throbbing pole of his cock, it had been a wonderful show. The snake was still swallowing the woman whole, it’d be a good week or two before the act of digesting her alive would kill her, and judging from the activity around the crotch of the bulge of the swallowed woman she was still masturbating as much as he was. The snake’s lips were at her knees and she was sliding, two inches at a gulp, down the throat of the beast.
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There was no way the cops would be able to get that snake her yak her back up. And since no one would even think of killing the snake to rescue her (it wasn’t the fault of the snake it was swallowing a woman whole and entire, preparing to digest her alive in the hot wet sac of its stomach- it was an animal with specific dietary needs. No fault, no foul.), she was in for a painful and terrifying week or two as she was digested slowly and painfully alive. And at that thought, with the lips of the snake inching downward from the woman;s ankles towards her toes, he came- jet after jet of hot wet semen spraying into his hand and into his underwear.
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“Now to call the cops,” said Randy. “And a towel. And a change of clothes. Fuck.” He wiped off his wet and slimy hand on his pants leg, smiling as he watched the jaws of the snake close, the woman now swallowed away into it’s throat. A one way trip to digestion now, he thought.
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“I just called 911” said the little girl as she walked back into the reptile room where the snake had just eaten a woman whole and alive. “When they heard it was a snake eating a woman they said it’d be an hour or two. Mister?” she asked Randy as he started guiding the woman-filled snake toward a back room where he could lock the door while it digested it’s living meal (and it could be kept in safety for the owner to return and help get it back into it;s cage).
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“Yes?” said Randy, filled with enough irritation toward the little girl to fill a suitcase. Good lord, always with the questions. Surely he hadn’t been this irritating when he was that age.
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“If I get eaten by a snake, are they going to rescue me?” she asked, and her eyes looked to be wide as dinner plates, her face aching for reassurance in a world she had just seen go crazy. She was reaching for rescue, a scrap of hope. And what she got in her time of need was Randy.
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“Oh hells no,” said Randy, a dreamy look on his face as he remembered watching the snake swallow the young woman alive just minutes ago. Just thinking of her luscious soft breasts, her silky shaven pussy, her lean long legs, all vanishing down the ravenous gullet of the hungry snake got his cock twitching again. “You’re under a death sentence already, kid. You’d better get used to the idea.”
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As he watched the little girl run from the store, bawling and streaming tears, he was totally confused. What on earth was THAT all about? If anyone should cry it was him- he still had to debug that bloody cash register!

[theclaw]

it wasn't that Janice was inedible When the snake had swallowed her past her generous hips, her feet deep down the throat of the beast and nearing the stomach sphincter, her legs held tight in the muscled throat of the animal that was eating her alive, her hips and buttocks just in the back of the snake’s throat and it’s upper and lower jaws at the small of her back on one side and just over her navel on the other, Janice started to realise that maybe she had made an error in judgement. One of her arms was against her side, her hand trapped against her hip and the strength of the snake jaws would not let her pull her arm free. She had originally thought it would be funny if she were naked as the day she was born while she figured her way out of this, but now with her large, melonlike breasts (each massive flesh oval easily three times as large as her head, including her voluminous hair) cold in the night air and her clean-shaven cunt now all slick with snake spit and literally being eaten she wasn’t so sure.

Well hell, she thought. What would Alice do if she were in this predicament? Well, shucks ,she knew the answer to that, she remembered suddenly. Alice decided to break herself down into essential nutrients as she was bathed in digestive fluids. Alice had been swallowed whole and digested alive by a snake just last week. Janice remembered getting the panicked phone call while watching an old black and white movie and eating potato chips.

“Jan, I need help, I’m being eaten by a snake!” sobbed Alice over the phone. Janice had a premonition that Alice probably wanted her help. Dammit. And she was only half through eating the chips. They weren’t her favourite chip, she liked BBQ best, but these were the only ones in the apartment.

“And?” asked Janice as she dug in the bag.

“And I need help! I don’t want to die!” Alice was crying and sobbing, the tears in her voice making it hard to understand her.

“Well,” said Janice. “We are all born to die. Every last one of us lives under a death sentence.” Still a lot of chips left. She wasn’t really hungry, but she’d eaten this many chips…

“Jan, Jan, help me,” begged Alice, interrupting Janice. What a cunt, thought Janice. Rude bitch. That seals it, whore, the snake can eat your fat ass.

“Okay, Alice, okay,” said Janice, stuffing more chips into her face. “I’ll be right there.” Then, before Alice could say where she was calling from, Janice hung up and thn unplugged the phone from the wall.

She fell asleep in the chair, waking with a crick in her neck and chips all over her front.

Well, Cindy was clever. What would Cindy do- Oh yeah. Cindy too had decided that the prudent course of action was to curl into a tight fetal ball of dead female meat in the belly of the beast. By the time she had been able to get to her phone she’d actually been swallowed whole although she hadn’t finished the trip down he snake throat into the stomach of the hungry reptile. She’d texted Janice because apparently she couldn’t talk all that well, what with being swallowed whole and entire and her body sliding down the tight tube of the snake throat. However, Janice didn’t have a good cell plan and texts cost her a fucking arm and a leg, so… she’d turned off the phone, set it to recharge, and fell asleep in front of the TV while eating ice cream.

Well, hell. The more she thought about it, the tight jaws of the mouth of the ravenous snake easing up over her shoulders, front and back, her giant breasts squashed together and hiding her face from view even though her head was as yet entirely unswallowed, the more she realised that every single one of her female friends had been swallowed whole and entire, then digested alive over a period of one to two days, alive and screaming the entire time until suffocation had finally killed them (a process that took a long time as these snakes had a habit of swallowing air so as to keep their prey alive longer)

It was only when her feet passed through the sphincter between throat and stomach did she realise that there was no hope.

[theclaw]

“Please,” whispered Tanya, ribs aching. “I don’t want to be eaten.”

“I am going to eat you,” replied the snake, Jet Diamond, one of the species of talking woman swallowing snakes. “I am so hungry,” said Jet. “It feels like I have a blowtorch in my belly it’s been so long since I have had solid food in it. So in you go.”

“Please,” said Tanya, a tear running down one bruised cheek.

“Nope,” said Jet, coiling around her. “I am going to eat you.”

Some twenty years prior, the woman swallowing python had appeared in the USA and soon around the entire world. These snakes had apparently been around since human beings had, but their numbers had never been great until the human population began nearing six and a half billion strong planet-wide. These snakes fed only on human women- their digestive systems could handle no other food. They had to swallow whole and digestive alive: 1) women, preferably nude, 2) those with large breasts more desirable for consumption than those woman with smaller chests, 3) women that kept their bodies hair free save for their heads much more likely to be swallowed whole and digested alive than those who did not, 4) women who were pregnant or who had ever been pregnant were safe from digestion, whereas women who had never been pregnant were on the menu, 5) lesbians were much more prized as meals than those women who liked penises inside them. Surprisingly, the current trends for the female of the human population had been, for several decades now: 1) casual total nudity in public and private, never mind the weather or any other external factors, 2) breasts had been, without surgery or other methods, been growing larger every generation- a small breasted woman was now considered to be any woman with less than a triple F cup, 3) it was considered gross and foul to have even a single hair on the body below the eyebrows, 4) birth control had been perfected and a woman never became pregnant unless she desired it and sometimes not even then- birth control medicines were usually dumped into urban water supplies as a matter of course, 5) it was now considered unusual if a woman did not have five or six female sex partners for every one male partner she might even have thought of, much less actually had sex with.

“I don’t want to be swallowed whole.” She couldn’t move any part of her body but her fingers, toes, and face.

Tanya was the kind of woman that woman swallowing pythons loved to swallow whole and digest alive. She was five foot ten inches tall and slim for her height. Her hair was flame red, her eyes a piercing green. She had moderate sized breasts for the time period- each lovely flesh oval was just slightly over three times the size of her head and hair by volume. Her vulva was quite simply beautiful- plump outer labia, soft inner lips that just protruded, pouting, a cute little erect clitoris, all silky soft and smooth, delicately musky in scent. She had never even touched a man during her twenty two years of life, even casual touch- and had several female sex partners every night since she had turned sixteen.

“I am going to swallow you whole and entire, take you complete and alive into my stomach.”

“I don’t want to be digested alive.”

“I am going to digest you alive.” He brought his head next to hers and whispered into her ear. “I am going to swallow you- I am going to take you into my mouth. Since you are larger than my mouth, I will then swallow portions of you down my throat and take more of you into my mouth. As I swallow you alive you will get closer and closer to my stomach. Soon you will have passed wholly through my mouth and been swallowed into my throat but not yet entered my belly. I will continue swallowing you alive until you have entered my stomach completely. And then, oh yes, and then I will keep you in my stomach, alive, for a period of at least several hours if not one or two entire days. During this time you will still be alive but unable to move in the tight sac of my stomach- I will be swallowing fresh air to ensure you stay alive. Only after I am satisfied with the feeling of your entire swallowed body in my stomach will I begin to digest you. My stomach acids are both weak and strong- weak enough they will not kill you for several days, if not several weeks, as you bathe in them inside my stomach. Strong because they will digest you entirely. Your entire body will be broken down, slowly, into essential nutrients and distributed around my body, keeping me alive. I imagine you will be digested about halfway, half of your body melted painfully away, before you die, and this should take about a week. Then the rest of your corpse shall be digested away in a day or two.

“My digestive processes are strong and efficient- very little of your body will not be broken down, but eventually I will have to pass through my anus the remains of your corpse- some few bones and a bit of odourless faeces. This is all that shall remain of you- and should anyone find them, they would not be able to identify the bones as once having been human. You will be gone and no one will know what happened to you.”

[theclaw]

Blackrain hissed in frustration as he coiled on his sofa. His stomach was still upset even now (a full week afterwards) and he was lonely. It was his fault, dammit, but it was her fault too. He’d been with Shelby for a full year- she’d been a tall red haired woman with a stunning body and he was a fifteen foot long talking reticulated python, the woman swallowing species. None of their friends thought they’d make their relationship work but it’d been love, dammit, and love can move mountains.

Their sex life had been wonderful and varied, and she’d also helped him out when it was time for him to eat. With his metabolism he only needed to swallow whole and digest alive one living nude woman every two weeks and that wasn’t bad. He had some reptile friends who needed to swallow whole and digest alive nude women every single day… And since eating women alive wasn’t exactly legal yet in the USA (although the police were starting to turn a blind eye to the practice of swallowing whole and digesting alive nude women. These days, as long as a cop didn’t actually watch you swallow a nude woman whole and entire- maybe when he found you you’d swallowed her from her head to her knees and only her smooth calves and pretty feet were still slowly sliding down your throat as her slick nude body inched it’s way down into the tight, wet, hot sac of your stomach- he wouldn’t cause trouble. Missing person reports were becoming easy to fill out and took a minimum of actual work… “Eaten By Snake”, stamp it, file it,case closed), that made it tough for all of them.

Shelby would find women for him to eat at bars and such- she’d bring home some woman she’d seduced, then she would watch and masturbate wildly as he swallowed the wench slowly, alive… After his meal of woman had passed through his jaws and was sliding down his throat to his belly, Blackrain would help her out as well, using his tongue to flick at her engorged vulva and clitoris, his reptilian cunnilingus driving her further into the realms of orgasmic outer space.

Blackrain had always wanted to try sex games with Shelby that had involved swallowing… He had some snake friends who would swallow their girlfriends alive as they masturbated… swallowing them slowly head first, taking them into their throats as the women masturbated, holding the wildly spasming women in their throats as their orgasms took them far away… then, when the women had relaxed, easing them back out into the world again. One friend went further, actually swallowing his girlfriend down into his stomach as she masturbated, holding her there in his stomach as she orgasmed again and again. Only when she gave the signal did he reverse himself and bring her back up. Blackrain had so wanted to do this with Shelby, but he closest his mouth could come to her body was when he was licking her wet, red, swollen cunt.

Finally, after a year of begging Shelby to let him try just swallowing her into his throat as she masturbated, she let him try it. She’d taken off all of her clothes- the tight, white silk tube top that barely held and only just slightly covered her massive, watermelon size breasts, the cloth slightly worn thin from her large and perpetually erect nipples. Off came her ultra mini skirt, the thin band of cloth that rode so low on her hips that she was always having to pull it up back on after it had slid down to her knees, and yet was so short it was more of a belt of red cloth that did nothing to cover her tight, firm buttocks or her smooth, cleanly shaven cunt as she never wore panties- she wanted nothing to come between her hungry cunt and the outside world. Off too came her flip flops for shoes and voila, she was nude as the day she was born, barely eighteen years ago. Not that she wore clothes at home anyway- when she came home from work off came everything and she was nude for the rest of the night, one hand constantly stroking and teasing her lovely, lovely cunt.

Blackrain’d spent the next hour lovingly swallowing her as she teased and played with herself, then, when she was fully swallowed into his throat, he eased her down into his stomach. And then, because God Damn, he’d spent a whole fucking year talking her into this, he kept her there and digested her alive over the next week. When she realised that he was actually going to digest her she’d gone absolutely fuckstick insane inside his stomach but it hadn’t mattered- she was inside his stomach. Eaten prey is prey that has been eaten after all. Maybe if she hadn’t been such a bitch about it and taken all fucking year before she said yes, he would have let her back out (well, yes, he would have. He loved her and wanted sexual swallowing games, not eaten her for food, but- fuck, a full YEAR of her saying no).

So here he was- maybe ten undigested pounds of Shelby still in his upset stomach (a lump the size of a football still in his long, lean length) and he was lonely and bored and frustrated. And nervous- his internet date was due to show up in five minutes and it was scaring the ever-living fuck out of him.

[theclaw]

Mary stumbled down the path in the darkness, branches scratching at her arms and face. It was cold and windy, the occasional drop of rain falling into her hair. Trees filled the forest around her, but not so full that she couldn’t see the stars. That kept her from falling and breaking her neck- she could barely see which was better than total blindness.
When she finally did fall the blow knocked out her breath entirely and she lay there, gasping, a fish out of water. At last, terrified she was going to die right there, she was able to gasp a breath and then she was breathing again and the tears ran from her eyes. As she lay there crying out her fear and pain, she felt the tickle in the back of her head again. That bastard. He was still there, still following her, still tracking her.

Mary scrambled standing, then started stumbling away again. He’d been chasing her for hours now and she couldn’t shake him no matter what she did. It didn’t help that he was faster than she was- this was all a charade, she knew. He could stop her and take her at any time but he wasn’t doing that. She was running and he was following at a careful, slow pace. She knew there was no hope in running, but run she did, unable to stop herself.

How could she not? Although intellectually she knew there was no hope, emotionally she couldn’t stop herself. Her legs moved, her arms pushed tree branches and bushes out of the way and she ran. As long as she ran there was hope, even if she knew there was none. She was moving, she was fighting, she was escaping dammit! She was escaping, she was getting away, she was getting the fuck off this God be damned island, away from that fucking- She fell again, unable to control herself as her thoughts ran rampant and her body pushed harder. Down she went, rocks tearing at her bare arms, dirt smeared into her face and then she was rolling down the path. Unable to control herself, she rolled. When she stopped, broken and bleeding in the dirt and rocks and dead tree branches, she was sobbing again.

She pulled herself to a tree trunk, her right leg too sore to bend. Was it broken? She couldn’t tell yet but the pain was terrible. She knew she was bleeding, she could feel liquid running down her face, her neck, down her sides, her legs… This fall was bad, very bad. And her leg? If not broken, it was badly, badly sprained. She couldn’t put any weight on her right leg. No weight at all? She let go of the tree then almost fell again, a sharp scream escaping. Sprains could hurt like a break, she knew this, but the pain was too sharp, too brutal. It had to be broken, down at the end of her leg, or in the ankle, or her foot. Something was broken and she was lucky it hadn’t tore open the skin the way she had fallen.

The itch in her brain was getting worse, which meant he was getting closer. Closer than he’d been since she had started running, so that meant he knew the game was over. But it couldn’t end here, in the dark, with her leg broken and body torn. Not this way. She still had too much ridiculous hope in her for it to end like this.

It wouldn’t end well. It wouldn’t end with her still alive, so she had to keep moving. There wasn’t a choice. No choice, no other way to do this. If she stopped moving and he caught her, she was going to die and that was… unendurable. Wrong. She couldn’t end like this, she couldn’t die like this, she couldn’t just fucking die here on this damned island, in the dark, with her fucking leg-

She screamed when she stupidly tried walking on her right foot and she fell again, arms flailing for a grasp. She slammed her face against a rock, invisible in the dark and felt her nose break. The burst of pain in her face almost blocked the itch in her head as he got closer and closer and closer to her. Blood sprayed from her nostrils, dripping into her mouth and off her chin into the dirt. “Fuck!” she screamed. She pushed herself up with her arms, her face throbbing with her heartbeat, the sharp pain of her broken nose also throbbing. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter that she couldn’t see, couldn’t do anything but hurt and bleed, she had to keep moving somehow. The itch in her head was also throbbing with her heartbeat and she knew that meant he was too close, there was no hope in fighting any more but dammit, dammit dammit. She couldn’t just stop.

She reached one arm forward, bracing herself on her other elbow. She grabbing a handful of grass, braced herself, then pulled with her upper body. She dragged herself forward three inches and sobbed as she did. She braced herself on the right arm now and reached with her left. When she slammed her fingers against the upraised stone and shattered every fingernail on that hand she didn’t even scream. She didn’t even feel the extra pain, her hand just went numb as her fingernails broke and ripped into the quick.

Her breath was sloppy in the soft silence of the night, wind rippling at the bushes and raindrops softly falling around her. Her face throbbed brightly with every heartbeat, her leg was a white lance of pain from her ankle to her hip and her chest ached with the imperative to breathe and the itch in her brain, the grinding itch in her head… it felt like sandpaper rubbing on sunburn and then it stopped. She held her breath when she realised that the itch was gone. That meant he wasn’t chasing her any more. He wasn’t on her trail any more.

He was here. With her.

“Please,” she sobbed wetly. Her nose was blocked entirely with congealing blood. “Please, just let me go. I don’t want to die. Please.”

The itch came back in her head, the grinding pain running the word against the cells of her brain. It wasn’t a word in the actual sense- it was a word traced in pain, written in barbed wire.

“No.”

His body slid over her legs, the weight dragging a scream from her as her right leg pulsed indignity.

“Please,” she sobbed quietly with every breath, not even knowing she did so. She felt his slide over her back, his weight pushing her back down on her arms. Pushing her face into the dirt but she kept her face sideways and her nose was not smashed, it just throbbed pain with every heartbeat. “Please,” she whispered, as he slid down her back, her legs, holding back a scream as he slid over her broken foot. His weight held her down from her shoulders to her feet and she still felt him sliding over her, his bulk pushing her feet together. “Oh God,” she whispered, blood dripping from her nose, her lips, her teeth. The cold wet earth held her face like a pillow and she prayed a single word as she breathed. “No, no, no.”

He held her body down with his and lifted her feet brusquely, driving a squeak of pain from her bleeding lips. Her feet were still wrapped in wet and muddy tennis shoes so she couldn’t feel anything but pressure at first, but when he jerked her feet downward and she felt his lips against her shins and the back of her legs, against the tendon, she screamed with every ounce of strength she had left. She pulled herself with her arms, but his weight was too much- she didn’t budge even an inch with his weight holding her down. She didn’t move at all with him holding her legs, didn’t move at all with her feet in his throat, his mouth moving up her legs.

With him swallowing her. Swallowing her alive. All her running, all her pain, for nothing. She sobbed harshly, his weight like a hundred pound bag of weight cement on her back, her eyes pinched painfully shut. “No, no, no,” she gasped, leg throbbing white hot pain as she roughly swallowed her.

She couldn’t feel his rough scaly lips against the skin of her legs, the blood sodden denim of her jeans kept her from feeling that. She wore a thick cotton blouse so she might not feel his lips on her upper body as he swallowed her alive but that would be no mercy at all. She had seen him before when he had swallowed other escapees. Swallowing air to keep them alive in his belly. Slithering back with his prisoner a bulge in his slick scaly reptilian body. He swallowed them alive, and he digested them alive. His mouth pulled her deeper into his throat, his lips against her upper thighs now.

Her rising panic should have given her the strength to pull him off her, to pull her legs from his throat. To stand, to toss him away and then run again, run and escape from his nightmare body! But she could only gasp as she breathed, pray as he swallowed her alive. It was worth nothing, nothing at all. All her panic did was drive away her ability to hold off the terror. His weight still held her down, his mouth still wrapped around her waist, his throat still held her legs.

His weight slid off her back as he swallowed her, his mouth wrapped around her mid body. She could feel his snout just below her shoulder blades, could feel his lower jaw just below her breasts. His lips ran around her body like the opening of a sack, taking her in. His tight throat held her legs and buttocks tightly.

Her falls for nothing. Her running for nothing. Her escape for nothing. Ultimately, her capture and kidnapping for nothing because now his jaws were inching up her chest, his snout against the back of her neck, his lower jaw against her chin and her arms were still free, out of his mouth and throat, one hand holding a clump of grass as if it were freedom, her other hand still numb and simply twitching. Her entire body from her rib cage down was now held deep in his throat and it wouldn’t take much swallowing before she entered the tight, wet sac of his stomach. And there she would be trapped, still alive as he swallowed air to keep her living, as his digestive acids reduced her slowly and agonisingly to nutrients.

“Please God,” she gasped nasally, her sinuses blocked with thick congealed blood. “Please, anything but this. Please, please God. Please!” This last she screamed as loudly as she could as he swallowed hard and took her head into the back of his throat. His slick muscles pressed her broken nose tightly, the pain a white hot explosion in her face. Her arms still jutted from his jaws, free from her elbows to her fingertips. The rest of her body was inside the body of the giant snake that was swallowing her whole and entire, soon to digest her slowly and painfully alive over a period of time from seven to twelve days. Only then would she die of pain, blood and muscle loss, and air deprivation. Her body would have been reduced to less than half of her original body weight, digested away in his stomach, before she finally perished.

When he swallowed again, he took her body deep into his throat, her hands at his lips. Her right hand clutched at his lower jaw, holding on to his lip as if this could save her life. Her left hand twitched spasmodically and uselessly. She felt his mind scratching in her brain again as she was tucked tight in his throat, the slick tunnel to the acid prison of his stomach. When he swallowed again she held tight to his lip and she didn’t move. She felt a burst of sudden hope as he swallowed again, her clutching hand seeming to hold her in place in his throat.

Maybe, maybe she could stay caught in his throat if she held on tight enough, long enough. Although her entire body from her elbows down was inside the throat of the giant snake, her body held in the wet embrace of his throat muscles, this brought her hope. Maybe, with her chest, belly, buttocks and legs deep inside the body of the giant snake but still not yet in his stomach, she could hold on. Choke him, maybe. Keep him from breathing. Maybe she could kill him, caught in his throat, the way he would kill her if she reached his stomach and was digested alive. She felt the hope flaring inside her, caught up in the itching in her brain. And then she felt the itching scratch harder, rhythmically, and she realised that the itching was, this time, laughter.

When he swallowed again she was dragged effortlessly down his throat, her grip on his lip broken as if her hold on him was the grasping of a baby. He had merely been torturing her and the horror of it, coupled with the horror of her being swallowed whole and alive by this giant snake, broke her mind as if it were a crystal glass dropped out of a tenth story apartment window. She screamed mindlessly as he swallowed her again and again. The tight stomach sphincter muscles eased and let her feet ease into the sac of his stomach. She felt the tight ring of muscle slide easily up her legs, pass over the width of her hips and buttocks easily. The ring of muscle let her chest and head slide into his stomach, followed quickly by her arms and hands. She felt the cuffing of air in her face as the beast swallowed great gulps of it.

Then she was caught tight in the slick wet sac of his stomach, gasping at the acid tinged rotten meat smell of his belly. She had no room to move, her feet and legs held together up to her hips. Her arms were held in a folded position, her hands at her chin, and she didn’t have enough room or strength to reach her hands down and rest her arms against her body, or push further and hold her arms above her head. The flexible bag of his stomach tapered above her but held her head firmly from her jaw to the crown of her head. The grip of his stomach wall lining was slick, wet, and her clothing was soon thoroughly drenched as was her hair. The beast would swallow a great chuff of air every couple of minutes so the panicked sobbing of her breathing never brought the air down to less than an air-thin mix of putrid gasses.

She couldn’t tell if the beast was resting for minutes or hours as she lay inside of the tight grip of his stomach sac, waiting for the digestive acids to reduce her painfully from a grown woman to a sluice of thick nutrient slime over a period of a week to a week and a half. Her thinking was that of a trapped animal. But when the stinking fluids that were bathing her started stinging, then burning like fire, the panic she had been feeling washed away, replaced by a sudden clarity that was almost soothing. But when some of the burning acids slipped into her eye, the resulting pain brought back panic of such a degree that her straining muscles snapped her arm and leg bones like old branches as she attempted the hopeless- to tear her way free of the stomach that held her. Her screaming in such a tight area was truly deafening.

But the pain only got worse over the remaining sixteen days before death mercifully claimed her.

[theclaw]

unbirth f/f


Jenna pushed harder, feeling the lips of Marcy’s soft fragrant pussy slide up her arms. She knew that Marcy’s pussy wasn’t truly a soft flesh tunnel with no end- it would only feel that way. Marcy’s womb was not big enough to safely hold a truck- the rest of her body wouldn’t be able to stretch enough to hold it. But as she felt Marcy’s pussy take her arms in up to the elbow, all these thoughts were simply moot. That Marcy would take a fully grown woman, larger than she was, up her cunt and hold her there in her uterus, was simply amazing.

“I know what you’re thinking,” whispered Marcy as Jenna watched Marcy’s pussy gape wide as she shoved harder, her arms almost up to the shoulder inside Marcy’s birth canal. Her beautiful pink cunt gaped open almost a foot and a half wide now, moist and warm. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, and Jenna’s own cunt was wet. “How can I take a full grown woman into my cunt? How?” She smiled as Jenna continued pushing, her head inside the wet pink tunnel leading deep into her body.

Jenna’s arms were deep inside Marcy, her hands held together and tightly clasped by the inner tunnel of Marcy’s cunt. Her head was between her upper arms, and Marcy’s soft inner and outer pussy lips clasped her upper body tightly just below the shoulders. She could feel the little button of Marcy’s clit rubbing down her back as she slid into Marcy’s pussy. She almost didn’t need to push- she could feel Marcy’s cunt pulling at her, sucking in her body, swallowing her. She smiled inside Marcy’s cunt at the comforting thought of being swallowed by Marcy’s hungry cunt.

Marcy was busy massaging her stretched vaginal opening, easing Jenna’s passage into her. She spent a lot of time on her clit because the whole thing felt so good, so good. It wasn’t like being fucked, not at all. Pulling Jenna into her body vaginally was a new kind of sexual pleasure. She gasped as Jenna’s breasts eased into the moist tunnel of her birth canal. Jenna’s arms, technically, should have been stretched up past her head, and yet nothing of the sort was happening. Jenna was not easing past her bowel, was not invading her chest. Her body was not crushing her lungs, destroying her heart, pushing up her throat and out of her mouth in a bloody spray. Nothing of the sort. Instead, she was simply being eased gently up and through Marcy’s vagina, soon to be cradled in the soft sac of her uterus.

Watching Jenna slide into her vulva was an awe inspiring thing. Marcy’s legs were lifted as if she were sitting in a chair, legs spread at a 45 degree angle, her sex hole stretched wide enough to encircle the belly of Jenna. Jenna’s own cunt was approaching , and the thought of her cunt swallowing Jenna’s cunt brought another wave of pleasure through her- orgasm was close. She continued pleasing her clit, running her fingers around the flesh of her sex mouth. Rhythmic muscle ripples kept Jenna sliding through her vulva, up her vagina, and closer to her cervix.

Marcy knew that she would take Jenna’s own almost six foot frame up her wet cunt before Jenna’s hands slid through her cervix and began the trip into her womb. And yet, Marcy would be able to stand and look at herself in the mirror and her body would be basically unchanged- her pussy lips would be red, swollen, abused, yes. Her belly might bulge a trifle, but not a lot. No one would know, by looking, that Marcy had swallowed a full grown woman with her cunt.

As Marcy’s pussy lips stretched even wider, taking Jenna’s pelvis and hips into her, she began to tease and please Jenna’s cunt. It was only fair, after all. If she was going to take Jenna’s cunt into her cunt, she might as well make it a happy cunt. And by the way Jenna’s hips and legs began to tremble and shake as Marcy played her lips, clit, and wet hole like a prized instrument, Jenna’s cunt was a very happy cunt indeed.

As her red, swollen inner and outer lips began sliding down Jenna’s thighs, taking the taller woman deep into her vagina, Marcy began to feel somewhat sad. Sure, swallowing a woman with her pussy was a thing wonderful in itself, but once it was done it was… over. She would never feel Jenna slide through her cervix and into her uterus. She would never feel Jenna curl into a comfortable fetal position within the warm, wet sac of her uterus. Most of the good feelings were almost over- there was no real feeling a few inches past the opening of the vagina… well, in her case right now, thought Marcy, a few FEET past the opening of her vagina. Certainly, the feeling of stretched vaginal fullness would linger for a time and that was a wonderful feeling in itself.

She watched her outer lips slide down Jenna’s feet, until just Jenna’s toes wiggled, then with a gentle SLURP and a POP, Jenna was gone. Her five foot 10 inch frame sucked bodily up Marcy’s hungry cunt. She played with her abused sexual parts for another moment, rewarded with her fifteenth orgasm since she’d began swallowing Jenna with her cunt. Then she lay back on the sofa, very tired. Let Jenna slide up my vagina, she thought sleepily. Let her pass through my cervix, and let my uterus take her in. I am happy, I am sleepy.

Goodnight.

[theclaw]

fish vore

It was a big fish- five and a half feet long, three feet from base of it’s belly to the top of it’s body, the dorsal fin adding another few inches. It was longer than she was tall. In fact, the whole fish was bigger than she was. Tina stood only five foot two in heels and weighed in at one hundred thirty five when soaking wet and butt-naked. She wasn’t fat- she was slim, almost thin, but busty enough it took her weight from 85 to 135. She had long ago understood she would never see her feet again without a mirror- each twenty five pound breast was over twice the size of her head.

Those fucking tits are HUGE
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The fish was slowly gasping in the early morning air. Her husband, Chad, had caught the fish when the sun had just broken the horizon at the ungodly hour of four in the morning. Right now he was taking a nap in the cabin; the boat, while not a luxury yacht, did have most of the necessities of home in it’s twenty five foot length. Including their wonderful Queen Size bed with memory foam mattress. Sigh. Tina thought back wistfully on the bed. Maybe she should go take a nap with Chad, maybe wake him up after a half hour or so, then smother him with sex.

Tina rather liked sex a whole lot. If Chad’s hard penis wasn’t somewhere in her body several hours a day she felt lonely. She liked vaginal sex the best (that’s where her clitoris was, after all, right there where the action was), but also felt great pleasure in hours of hard oral sex, with Chad forcefully fucking her face and throat. When Chad spent time making love to her breasts it was also good- when her breasts were coated in multiple applications of semen she felt at peace with the world. Anal sex left her wild, like an animal, Chad’s prong deep in her colon. She even liked giving him a simple handjob- a handful of semen made for a quick lickable snack. Luckily for her, Chad also enjoyed burying his face in her crotch as well, tonguing her clean shaven vulva with great skill, leaving her gasping and unable to move as she rode wave after wave of wonderful orgasm.

She bent down, her breasts pulling her off balance but she was very used to that by now, automatically adjusting her stance to compensate for their fifty pound weight. The side of the fish was slick and cold, kind of slimy feeling and yet leaving no residue on her hands when she brought them off it’s side. Poor fish. It had been fighting hard when Chad woke her up, yelling, earlier that morning. Now it just lay there, trying to breathe air, the wound in it’s lip and jaw still oozing fish blood. The great set of hooks had caught in the poor beast’s jaw when it took the bait- it couldn’t have escaped without tearing it’s entire lower jaw off. No chance of that, the fishes will to live wouldn’t allow it to simple attempt to pull it’s jaw off to swim away.

She lay down next to the poor cold fish, holding one arm against it’s side. What would a fish think? Did fish think? Even though it was slowly suffocating in the air, it had snapped at the bait offered. Poor hungry fish. She rubbed one hand against the fishes lip. It too was slick, cold. But not scaly, not hard or unpleasant. No teeth inside the fish mouth either, she thought. Tina lay on the deck in the morning sunshine, the sun warm, the deck wet. The longer she lay against the fish on the deck, the more she felt bad for the poor thing. Suffocating. Hungry. Lonely and dying on the boat.

I wonder, she thought. It’s dying anyway, and it’s feeling so bad here on the deck. And it’s so big. I wonder what it would feel like. She ran her hand down the side of the fish again. “And if Chad comes out while I’m with the fish, he can either help or just watch,” she said to herself and the fish. Odds were the fish didn’t understand, however.

Tina stood up and reached behind her back, grabbing the ties behind her. With a tug, her bikini pulled off and her breasts were suddenly gloriously free. The sun felt good on her breasts, felt good on their semen soaked skin. She hooked her thumbs in her microkini bottom and stepped out of it, the cloth hardly enough to cover a postage stamp. And now she was naked, as she enjoyed being so much.

“Okay Mr. Fish,” she said to the slowly gasping fish on the boat. “I want you to feel a little better before you die. I know you are hungry or you wouldn’t have tried eating the colored hook. So here’s what we’re going to do.” She knelt before the fish, vulva gaping between her legs. “I’m going to slide down your throat and into your tummy. You’ll have the pleasure of having a full tummy as you die. That’s better than dying so uncomfortably. After you’re dead, I’ll climb back out, don’t worry.” The fish lay on the deck, mouth opening and shutting slowly as it suffocated. It’s eyes stared without moving, slowly drying in the sunshine.

She looked at the fish face, wondering which way would be best to slide into the fish. Head first would give her the benefit of grabbing things with her arms so she could pull herself into the fish stomach if she had to. But if she went in feet first, she could easily grab things to slide back out when it was time. Well, what the heck. She made her way to the fish’s mouth, knelt down before it on her knees. She grabbed the fish’s jaws, one hand on the upper, one hand on the lower, and pulled. The fish’s mouth opened easily, like it was actually trying to help her. When the fish’s mouth was open as wide as it would go, open easily a foot and a half from top of upper lip to bottom of lower lip she bent down and pushed her arms into the fish mouth to the elbow.

“This might be tough,” she muttered. “My boobs are in the way.” She leaned forward until her breasts were in the fish mouth along with her arms to the elbow. “Well, you’re eating my boobs,” she laughed. “Now we just have to get the rest of me in there.” When she leaned her body back, her breasts rocked forward, up her chest, until the fish lip was at her forehead. “Oh, a little further,” she said. Her breasts were sliding backward, almost out of the fish mouth. She quickly pushed her head downward and shoved forward with her hips and with a wet SQUELCH her head slid past the upper jaw and now her upper body was in the fish mouth. Her entire upper body, down to her elbows, was in the mouth of the fish.

“Gotta get into the throat,” she muttered to herself. The inside of the fish was still cold and wet, the fish heart beating quickly deeper inside. The mouth of the fish was pressing on her body as it tried to breathe air instead of water, it’s gills trying to process oxygen in a totally foreign environment. She pushed her arms deeper into the fish and there was the tunnel at the back of the fish mouth. If she could just grab and pull, she could push with her feet and slide in. One arms forward deeper, the other following. Nothing to actually grab onto with her fingers, but she could still brace and push, like… this! She felt the slimy mouth and throat of the fish envelope her further as she slid deeper into the fish.

She could feel the sunshine shining on her bare buttocks as she pulled herself down the throat of the fish, feeding herself to the fish, entering the stomach of the fish. Her lean strong legs pushed at the slick deck of the boat. Her pert buttocks would part, her cute puckered anus flashing, her birth canal pushing open as she struggled to enter the fish. If Chad could find her like this, he’d probably bury his mighty prong into either of her inviting holes and the thought made her happy and wet, lubing her up for penetration. But she didn’t feel his body on hers as she pulled herself deeper, her tight ass following the rest of her body into the fish.

Her hands had pushed through a tight sphincter up past her head, a twist coming up she’d have to work past. But there it was, the fish stomach. She could curl up in there for a while, maybe take a nap, as the poor fish died. At least it wouldn’t be hungry anymore. It’s die with a full tummy, and then she could slide her way back out. It made her feel like a humanitarian, really. She pulled and pushed, her arms sliding into the stomach of the fish.

It must have been a very hungry fish, she thought as she slid deeper into the body of the dying fish. She could feel her knees enter the fish mouth as she pulled herself in deeper. Soon she’d be entirely inside the fish, though not in it’s stomach yet. She could feel nothing inside the stomach of the fish. No bodies of other fish, no indigestible bits, nothing at all. Poor empty, hungry fish. Her head was against the fish stomach sphincter and she pushed until her arms and head were inside the fish’s stomach. Her body down to her knees were in the fish’s throat, her calves and feet in the fish’s mouth. Just keep pulling, she’d get in there…

She passed the tipping point and suddenly the swallowing motion of the fish pulled her into the fish. The stomach sphincter slid quickly down her waist and she curled her arms and upper body to make it more comfortable inside the stomach of the fish. She braced her feet on the lip of the fish and pushed. Her ass slid into the stomach of the fish, her legs in the throat. Almost all the way in… She curled her body up tight and tugged on her legs as she pulled, And then, just like that, the stomach sphincter slid down her legs and past her feet and POP. She was now curled up entirely within the stomach of the dying fish on the desk of the boat.

It was dark and wet and cold inside the stomach of the fish. The could feel and hear the quick heartbeat of the fish as it struggled to live, trying to breathe what was, to it, a total vacuum. She felt so sorry for the poor fish. At least now, with her inside the stomach of the fish, it wouldn’t feel so painfully hungry. True, she wasn’t going to actually be digested, turned into a thick nutrient paste, her body distributed around the body of the fish to keep it alive at her expense… But the fish would feel, at least, the pleasure of a full bulging tummy.

She pushed a hand up through the stomach sphincter to test continued air supply. It wouldn’t do to suffocate inside the stomach of the fish as it suffocated on the deck of the boat! That would be both silly and sad. And when her hand pushed through she was rewarded with a great puff of air. The fish wasn’t trying to send air into it’s stomach, but as it puffed and gulped, air made it down deep into the fish innards. Poor fish.

Curled into a fetal position inside the stomach of the fish, she was actually getting warmer. It was no longer so cold inside the stomach of the fish. It didn’t feel so bad to be swallowed whole by a fish! she thought and giggled. She sighed happily as the stomach sac contracted around her, tightly but not painfully so. She could still move, take her arms into any position she wanted, but it was obvious that the stomach was getting ready to digest her alive. Too bad the fish would have died long before it could even start to digest her. Poor fish.

She pushed her hand into the sphincter and filled the crevices and cracks around her with air. She was kind of tired. Maybe just a little nap inside the stomach of the fish, let it feel happy with a tummy full of naked woman, with a meal of nude female, with it’s stomach stuffed with living woman flesh. She’d crawl out after the poor fish had suffocated. She fell asleep, her hand caught in the sphincter and ensuring a constant stream of good fresh air.

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Chat yawned as he wandered onto the deck of his boat. The fish was still gasping for air though much weaker now. “Oh shit,” said Chad. “I forgot about the fish.” It didn’t matter how big the fish was- this was catch and release season. Even if he’d never seen such a big fat fish before in his life, he still had to let it go after he caught it.

“Tina,” he yelled, looking for his wife. The wind continued gusting around him, momentarily catching a scrap of red something on his shoe. He kicked it off and it blew away on the wind. “Fucking pollution is everywhere,” he muttered. “Bottles and plastic filling the water, plastic and fabric filling the air. Tina, you in the head?”

Oh hell. Nothing but silence. Had she fallen overboard? He never heard a yell and he was a light sleeper. “Tina!” he yelled, louder. He quickly searched the boat from the top to the bottom and nothing.

The fish was barely gasping now. “God damn it, can’t have two deaths on my head,” he said. He was coming to grips with the fact that Tina must have fallen overboard. And in seas like this, you were either rescued quickly, or you died quickly. He knelt and braced on the fish, then pushed the fat fish forward. He didn’t remember the fish being this fat when he caught it, or so heavy, but right now he wasn’t thinking clearly. It might have been painted green with flashing lights and he wouldn’t remember it clearly at the moment. He watched the fish sink slowly for a second. But then the fish gasped water a few more times, then, rejuvenated, quickly and powerfully swam away.

“My wife may have drowned while I slept,” he muttered, tears running down his cheeks. “But at least you can live.” He watched the waters of the sea for a while then walked heavily to the cabin. He had some radio calls to make. Even as his own heart was breaking, he still had to tell her parents that Tina had fallen overboard and drowned.

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Caught on a hook on the side of the ship, far from any visible points inside the craft, a red bikini top fluttered. The wind pulled at it for another hour or so before it was pulled off. It drifted away on a gust before being plucked from the air by a wave. Then, under water, it floated away.

[theclaw]

Robert and Debra were heading down to town from their house. It was a brilliant day, sunny and warm with only a few clouds to mar the wondrous blue sky. The sun felt good on Debra’s skin, and she was showing a lot of it. She and Robert had words over her attire before they had set out for town on the path.

“Deb,” said Robert. “I really think you should wear clothes when we go to town today. They said there were a lot of woman swallowing pythons in the city today.” He was a medium height man with mouse brown hair and soulful blue eyes. He wasn’t thin and he wasn’t fat and he had just enough muscle to get Debra’s motor racing when she was feeling sexy.

“I am wearing clothes,” said Debra with a sigh as she pulled her blouse off over her head, her large firm breasts bouncing and jiggling as they were freed from their cloth prison. Debra was considered to be a medium breasted woman, each of her fully-ripe watermelon sized breasts surprisingly firm and topped with perpetually erect nipples.

“I am finding that increasingly hard to believe,” said Robert with a smile. “However, I do want you to remember that woman swallowing pythons do swallow whole and digest alive nude women. So I want you to wear something, please.”

“I have no plans to be digested alive,” said Debra, laughing at her husband as she pulled her skirt down her thighs and stepping out of it. Underneath and now free of clothing were her long lean legs, tight, pert buttocks, and cleanly shaven vulva. “I also have no plan to be nude,” she continued, debating over her shoes. She owned a sensible twenty three pairs of shoes, from her plain work flats to her “fuck-me” pumps. “I am fully aware that these woman swallowing pythons only swallow whole and digest alive nude women, and swallow whole and digest alive those women wearing only a bare minimum of clothing that apparently the snake cannot distinguish from nudity.”

She leaned forward to grab a pair of shoes and although her torso only bent to less than a ninety degree angle, her shoulders no lower than her knees, her nipples were still dragging on the carpet of the bedroom floor. She came up with two of this summer’s beach wear- stikflats, basically flip-flops that stuck to the sole of the foot with a mild adhesive, leaving the rest of the foot bare and unencumbered. She peeled the sheet and stuck the flats to her soles easily.

“I think you’ll find yourself in a snake tummy in no time, being busily digested alive if you go out just like that!” laughed her husband.

Debra laughed with him, saying “I agree with you! And again, I have no intention of being swallowed whole and digested alive by a woman swallowing python just because I decided to walk to town in the nude with you. Not that I don’t want to be nude with you,” she said quickly. “I do, but I also don’t want to be swallowed whole and digested alive today. Here,” she said as she stood, bare breasts wobbling and bobbling and joggling on her chest as she walked to her closet. Once there, she pulled out two hangers and turned to show her husband what she had chosen.

“First, a conservative bikini top, so that even a woman swallowing python can see that I am wearing clothing, and am not naked above the waist.” She pulled the bikini top off the hanger and put her arms through the sides, leaning over slightly to place her breasts in the cups. She reached behind herself and tied the string with one eye closed and her tongue poking from the side of her mouth. “There, see?” she asked, modeling the bikini top for her husband. The two triangular cups were a light beige in colour, and on neither breast did the bottom of the triangle reach the bottom of the breast. The top of the triangle covered both nipple and areola and little else. The straps were thin and beige.

“Well, maybe,” said Robert with a smile. He was imagining a confrontation between a woman swallowing python and his wife in the bikini top, unable to determine for himself whether his wife would walk on by, or take up residence in the belly of the snake, awaiting being digested alive, a woman shaped lump in the middle of a fifteen foot long reticulated woman swallowing python. He had seen many woman swallowing pythons with nude woman shaped lumps in their middles, having slaked their hunger on some nude woman they had swallowed alive and were now going to digest alive. He had personally watched many woman swallowing pythons swallow nude women whole so they could digest them alive. Watching his wife being swallowed whole by a woman swallowing python so it could digest her alive would make him very sad; he loved his wife very much, and would miss her greatly if a woman swallowing python swallowed her whole and digested her alive. It would make him very sad to watch a woman swallowing python swallow his wife whole and then digest her alive. He looked at his wife, large firm breasts barely covered by the bikini top and wearing nothing else, wondering if her breasts were covered enough.

“And then I will also wear this bikini bottom,” she said, bending over and placing one foot at a time through the leg holes of the bikini bottom and then shimmying it up into place on her very shapely hips and lovely bottom. “Another conservative cover, showing any woman swallowing python that I am indeed wearing clothing, that I am not nude, and that I shouldn’t be swallowed whole and then digested alive.” She turned in place so that Robert could see that, indeed, she was wearing a conservative bikini bottom. And it was, comparatively. The top of the triangle in front, the base toward her waist, went across the swelling of her clean shaven pubic mound, at least a half inch above the top of the clitoral hood. The two sides of the descending triangle covered the inner half of each of her large, soft outer lips before diving downward to just cover her vaginal opening before heading back up again in back between her tight, hard buttocks. At the top of the waistband in back was another triangle that just covered her coccyx, the top of the cleft between her buttocks. Other than that she looked like she was wearing no bikini bottom at all from behind.

“I’m getting two feelings from that,” said Robert with a leer. “One is good and the other is bad. The bad feeling is that any woman swallowing python who only sees you from the waist down is not going to figure you are wearing anything at all, and then very soon after you will be tucked tightly into it’s stomach, waiting to be digested alive, as it will have swallowed you whole. If we take your entire outfit as a whole, I can tell you without fear of contradiction that any wandering woman swallowing python who happens to see you will soon be a very well-fed woman swallowing python indeed, as it will have swallowed you whole and will be keeping you inside of it’s tight stomach sac until it can digest you alive. I do not know how long woman swallowing pythons keep nude women they have swallowed whole inside of their stomachs before digesting them alive, but I assure you it is both too long and not long enough. Not long enough because any time you die is not enough time left, and too long because you will be inside of the stomach of the woman swallowing python, waiting to be digested alive, and wondering when the woman swallowing python will actually begin digesting you alive.”

“I think you worry too much,” said Debra, laughing. “Come, if we are going to walk into town we need to go now as soon it will be much too warm to walk that far.” She gave Robert a long and soulful look, then started for the door. Robert watched his wife walk to the door; with each step, her swaying breasts became visible slightly as they wobbled on her chest, and her bare buttocks swayed enticingly. Briefly he debated not going to town and instead taking his wife back to bed but sadly decided that chores trumped sex at this point in the day. Maybe later, if a woman swallowing python had not swallowed his wife whole and then slithered off to find a hot rock to coil upon and digest his wife alive in peace.

Neither Robert nor Debra could remember when social standards had changed, dictating that not only was a woman being completely nude in public fashionable, but actually socially desirable. Robert could only remember that it was a long time ago, possibly when he was a child or a teen- he remembered only being humiliated by his mother when she too started being nude at all times, at home or in public. Parents were so uncool. He had a vague memory of taking a nude Debra to the prom when they were both sixteen, and the entire female student body had gone nude as well. Clothing was not frowned upon- in fact, most women, by choice, wore fully covering clothing most of the time or simply to show off the latest Parisian fashion.

Nor could either of them fully recall when woman swallowing pythons began to show in urban areas around the world. Rumour had always spoken of snakes that could swallow a person whole but few people believed in such tales. But when the rumour was proved to be true and in fact it was discovered that these snakes had evolved a rather rare and tight nutritional requirement- they could only survive by swallowing whole and digesting alive women. Some of the reptiles had slower metabolisms and could survive by swallowing whole and digesting alive only one woman every few weeks, whereas some of the snakes required the boggling requirement of having to swallow whole and digest alive at least one woman every 24 hours. Any less and they started starving to death.

People had been shocked and surprised to discover that these woman swallowing snakes were an actual creature and not just rumour, but there was never anything close to a panic. There had been worldwide surprise when it was discovered that the diet of these snakes was only women but nothing close to worry. And when it was also discovered that anywhere in the world that there were women there was also a sizeable population of woman swallowing pythons, waiting to swallow whole and digest alive any woman they could swallow whole- that was the closest that there was anything approaching panic… but even at then, never had it been even thought of that these snakes should be eliminated. Rather, women worldwide just decided they would have to be a bit more on the lookout for woman swallowing pythons and make more of an effort to not be swallowed whole and digested alive.

And so Robert and Debra found themselves walking to town on this sunny day, enjoying the sunlight and fresh air and Robert at least keeping an eye out for any wandering woman swallowing pythons. There had, after all, been reports of greater numbers of them in the city that day. And, in fact, Robert had already seen three of the rather good looking beasts on their walk already. The first was coiled loosely on the lawn of their next door neighbor, Clara, and in the middle of this fifteen foot long animal, covered in jet black scales with a line of brilliant red and green scales running down it’s spine, was a woman shaped bulge. From the rather sizeable bulge around the chest area of the woman shaped bulge in the python’s stomach, Robert figured the woman shaped bulge would be Clara, waiting in the snake’s stomach to be digested alive. Clara was- had been?- extremely over busty and seemed to pay for this generous helping of breast with a generous loss of brain power. She wasn’t stupid, she just embodied the idea of “airhead”, “slow to figure”, and “eaten”.

The second woman swallowing python that Robert had already seen on this slow lazy trip into town had been a pleasantly green colored woman swallowing python swallowing some woman whole so the woman swallowing python could digest her alive by the side of the road. He had no idea who this woman was that was being swallowed whole so the woman swallowing python could digest her alive- she was just some woman that had the luck to run across a woman swallowing python as she walked down the road. When they came across the woman swallowing python that was swallowing her whole so it could digest her alive, it had swallowed her down to her elbows- it had started swallowing her whole at her head and had worked it’s way down 1/3 of her body.

It had been discovered very soon after the worldwide discovery of the woman swallowing pythons, that if a woman swallowing python was swallowing a woman whole so it could digest her alive, that a simple sharp ‘tap!’ between the eyes of the woman swallowing python, no harder than that required to press an elevator button, the woman swallowing python would stop swallowing whole the woman it was swallowing so it could digest her alive, and reverse the swallowing process, effectively spitting out the woman being swallowed. This woman swallowing python spit covered woman was then free- the snake would slither away and look for another woman to swallow whole so it could digest her alive. No one was sure why this was- least of all the scientists. It was theorized that this ‘tap!’ made the woman swallowing python forget what it was doing so it had to start over with another woman. It didn’t matter how far the woman swallowing python had swallowed a woman whole to digest her alive, as long as it’s jaws had not yet closed. A feet first swallowed woman fully down the woman swallowing python’s throat with only a few strands of her hair between the jaws of the woman swallowing python would be coughed back up if the woman swallowing python were ‘tap!’ed between the eyes. This ‘tap!’ was common knowledge- it was mentioned on the news periodically. Both Robert and Debra certainly knew about it.

While Robert and Debra watched the woman swallowing python swallow the woman from her elbows to down past her round, firm buttocks, a few other people had gathered about and watched with them. One of them, a young man, unzipped his own pants and began masturbating as he watched. Although Robert and Debra noticed him doing this, it didn’t raise any flags about strange behavior and it stayed an almost subconscious observation. Sexual acting out while watching a woman swallowing python swallow a woman whole so it could digest her alive was a very common activity- so much so that if, while a woman swallowing python was swallowing a woman whole so it could digest her alive, there was no discharge of semen or multiple female orgasms expressed from at least one observer then that was a sure sign of something wrong.

[theclaw]

this part of the story gets complicated and out of order here.




Look,” said Dr. Carol Finlay. “He’s part of the problem, not the solution.”

“Dr. Diamond is a respected scientist in his field,” said Dr. Hightower, head of personnel in charge of the project. “I am sure his proclivities will be eclipsed by his prowess.”

Dr. Finlay felt desperate to be understood. “Dr. Hightower, you understand that Dr. Diamond is a talking snake, correct? And talking snakes are a subset of the woman swallowing species. Dr. Diamond eats women, Jim, he eats women.”

“Look,” said Dr. Hightower, frowning. He had never enjoyed people using his first name instead of his more professional title. “We need the brainpower to figure out the entirety of the problem. I understand Dr. Diamond is a non-human intelligence. But it is more than pythons and other snakes that are eating women, Dr. Finlay. We have documented evidence of cows, giraffes, large dogs, fish, and horses eating women as well, just to name only a few of the new woman eaters off the top of my head. While Dr. Diamond may be a member of one of the trouble species, he does have a top quality, first notch brain and we would be idiots not to use it. End of discussion.”

And with that, Dr. Hightower dropped the manila folder on the desk and turned to leave. As he reached the door, Dr. Finlay, frustrated, said, “Dr. Hightower, I can only hope I am still here by the time our report is finished.”

“If you wish to quit, the end of your career is your own concern.” And Dr. Hightower shut the door behind him.

“That’s not quite what I meant,” said Dr. Finlay to the empty room.

Dr. Finlay was a tall woman, almost six feet tall, with flame red hair that fell in dramatic curves down to her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes were almost hidden behind the thick lenses of the coke bottle glasses she wore. She tried, unsuccessfully, to hide her figure with turtleneck sweaters, lab coats, and other methods of dressing frumpily, but it didn’t work. Carol Finlay’s full breasts weighed almost thirty pounds each, the mammary gland thick globes riding high on her chest. Her waist was thin and her hips wide but lean, her long legs graceful. Her mind was brilliant, and she had been blessed with a myriad of awards.

She got along well with Dr. O’Hara, her companion from CalTech. Dr. O’Hara was a thick waisted, tussle haired, generally untidy man with a first class brain in his skull- to judge him by his appearance and not his mind was to do yourself a grave disservice. They had worked together in the past and had been lovers for a short time. Again, to judge him by his appearance was foolish for he was a brilliant lover, with an instinctive knowledge of how to please a woman’s body, over and over, again and again until rational thought was impossible. His genitalia were less than full size, but oh the things he could do with them! Even now, when the last time they had bedded each other was several years ago, they worked well together.

Dr. Diamond, on the other hand, was quite literally a wild card. He had been a research scientist at the Mayo Clinic for years, distinguishing himself brilliantly and earning a veritable bevy of awards. And while there had never been even a hint of impropriety concerning the reptilian Dr. Diamond, he was a talking snake. Uncoiled, he was a 28 foot long reticulated python of the woman swallowing species. The line of reptiles he came from made their diet entirely of human women- to digest anything else was to starve to death. What a way to die- Once a talking snake had swallowed a woman whole and alive it was generally a week before the digestive process even began. When it did, the woman being digested alive generally lived 16 to 24 days before the shock and agony of being digested alive killed her. And, although there had never been anything in the news to indicate Dr. Diamond had ever indulged his appetite for female flesh, he was a healthy talking snake, somewhat plump. Obviously he swallowed human women whole and digested them alive, his species had to.

Dr. Finlay had to work with both her companions but she didn’t have to trust both of them. And of the two, only one of them was a risk of swallowing her whole and digesting her alive. And it certainly wasn’t Dr. O’Hara.

It was late one evening and Dr. Finlay was working in her office. Everyone else had gone home for the night and she was finally getting more work done. She had amassed a huge amount of new data about smaller species of animals swallowing women whole and digesting them alive and was fitting it into her already collected data. It bolstered her suspicions entirely. She was typing up a new cover sheet for one of the new reports when she heard the door to her office creak open.

“What the-” she started, turning her chair toward the door when she was interrupted by a smooth voice.

“Dr. Finlay,” said the speaker in a deep baritone. “Please excuse me for not shaking hands in greeting.” It was Dr. Diamond, his scales a deep reflective black except for a line of green and red scales that ran down the center of his back.

“Dr. Diamond,” gasped Dr. Finlay, a shock running down her body. I haven’t told anyone I was working late tonight, she thought suddenly and felt sick. No one knows I’m here. She stared into his coal black eyes, watching his slim body coiling on the carpet of her office. He flicked the door shut with his tail.

“I admire your work,” said Dr. Diamond. “I’ve been collecting your papers as you publish. A brilliant mind.” He slithered across the floor and coiled onto a chair facing her desk, lower body restlessly weaving as he spoke.

“What do you want?” asked Dr. Finlay in a tight, quiet voice. Dr. Diamond continued as if he hadn’t heard her.

“Your work of late, however. I wanted to talk with you about it.” He slithered off the chair, coiled to the far side of the room and back. He was silent for a moment, staring at her. “I know you are afraid of me,” he said instead.

“What?” said Dr. Finlay, voice squeaking. Her body shook and she knew she was reacting foolishly. I’m acting like a prey animal, she thought to herself. I have to break out of this, but she couldn’t think of what to do, instead simply staring back into Dr. Diamond’s eyes and quaking.

“You know I eat women,” he said as he coiled closer to her, his triangular head level with hers as he moved. “You feel it in every cell of your body. I know you’ve tried to remind the others of this but they are men. They hear you but they don’t really listen. But you know I eat women, you can feel it.” He slithered around the chair, behind her, then around the other side. As he spoke to her he moved closer, closer, until now he rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered into her ear. She couldn’t move except to shiver. Sweat ran under her arms and she felt like she was going to pee herself. Part of this was pure terror but part of it was body betrayal- under all else she was feeling she also felt a small sexual thrill, a tingle in her lower belly. She knew, to her shame, that she was getting wet. He tucked his snout under her hair, into her ear and his flickering tongue tickled her ear canal. “I am so very hungry right now,” he whispered, and she did pee herself.

He slithered over the top of her lap, his body heavy on her legs. “Your research points in a direction that makes me feel very uncomfortable,” he said. He rubbed his cheek against the side of her head as he spoke, closer and closer to the very top of her. She felt a drop of his saliva drip onto her cheek as he spoke.

“People know I’m here tonight,” she whispered, shivering, Dr. Diamond’s body heavy on hers, holding her down. He weighed more than she did, his thick muscular body so much longer than she was. She felt, more than heard, Dr. Diamond rumble a low laugh.

“No, they don’t,” he contradicted her. “It’s a shame that you are more married to your work than you are to other people. No real friends, no sexual partners, no one to check in with, no one to miss you. Journals and magazines don’t miss people, nor does typed research. Amassed information does very little on it’s own and cares not who works with it, cares not who does what with it. It’s almost a shame how easily research can be taught to show the opposite of what was originally meant.”

“What do you mean?” she whispered, but she knew what he meant. Data could be manipulated, amassed to point in an opposite direction. Perhaps a dangerous conclusion could become a reassuring feeling. A call to arms could become a reason to relax. “What have you done?”

But she knew the time for talk was over. Felt it, both intellectually, and physically. She felt the gaping jaws of Dr. Diamond slide over the top of her head, gasped but didn’t cry out when his lower jaw slid down over her face, resting against her chin. His tongue as wet against her face. She knew what was happening- Dr. Diamond was swallowing her whole, was going to digest her alive… but right now she felt very little but simple despair. No fear for herself because Dr. Diamond was correct- there was no one in her life that would miss her. She had done her best to hide herself physically to the point she was almost gone anyway. Data didn’t care about people and that’s all that she had, all she had gathered to her in her life. And right now it didn’t seem like much of an accomplishment.

Only now, with Dr. Diamond’s tight jaws having worked themselves over her shoulders, with his nose down between her shoulder blades and his chin just now touching the top of her impressive cleavage, did she start to physically react to her being swallowed alive, and it wasn’t with terror and efforts to escape. No, she began to cry, body shaking shudders of sorrow. She had no one to miss, no one to miss her. And while she would certainly be missed by her work companions, would they even connect her disappearance with the woman shaped bulge in the body of Dr. Diamond? While logic said yes, life laughed at logic. Dr. Diamond had been eating women the ten years he had been with the Mayo Clinic and no one had ever connected vanishing women with the woman shaped bulges inside his body there. For all she knew, the Mayo clinic had been involved with the disappearing women. For all she knew, her companions were involved with her being eaten alive now- one less woman was less money they had to spend and two scientists could publish as easily as three.

As she felt Dr. Diamond falling sideways off the chair so he could continue swallowing her whole much more easily, he having reached the middle of her, she realized she could breathe quite easily this far down the throat of the snake swallowing her alive. But she knew the swallowed women had to stay alive somehow in the belly of the snakes that swallowed them. Some mechanism of the snake’s throat that brought oxygen down to the inside of the snake for the swallowed women to breathe.

Half gone now, half swallowed whole. Her body, down to her elbows, inside the mouth and throat of the snake, of Dr. Diamond. Only her hips and legs now to swallow and she would be gone. And those gone soon- she could feel her ass being swallowed away by Dr. Diamond, following her into the tight throat of this hungry, but brilliant, snake. Her sorrow was all-consuming as well, leaving her with no care that soon she would be tucked tight into the sac of the stomach of the talking snake that was swallowing her. Little care that she would be digested alive- in fact, as the tight lips of Dr. Diamond worked their way over her knees, she wanted it to be done, wanted it to be over. She was tired of life, tired of hiding herself away from life. She was ready to be gone, ready to leave it all away.

Dr. Diamond worked his jaws as he swallowed Dr. Finlay’s feet, dislodging her shoes. Surely there would have been wonder at the presence of her shoes but her personal lack of presence but he’d left far more behind in the past. However, Dr. O’Hara was coming in soon to make sure everything looked good. He had to do the typing that Dr. Diamond could not. His personal computers and other research equipment had been fitted for his particular body type but here he was just another wild animal. With a full tummy, he thought with a smile. He swallowed Dr. Finlay deeper into his body; soon she would pass through his stomach sphincter, then she would have to fully come to terms with her being eaten. She would have almost a week, after all. And when his digestive acids started flowing- well, she wouldn’t be doing much thinking any longer. Mostly screaming, if the previously swallowed women were any example.

Dr. Diamond had no real conclusions concerning the growing problem of increasing numbers of animals eating women across the world; frankly, he didn’t care. He just needed to get everyone looking the wrong direction for a while longer, until soon the problem was so great it couldn’t be fixed, if indeed it could even now at this early stage. The time of the human species was way past due. That their passing would also doom his own species of woman swallowing pythons didn’t bother him overmuch either. Species came and went. There was no right or wrong, no justice or injustice, no correct or incorrect.

Dr. O’Hara knocked at the door as Dr. Diamond coiled himself as comfortably as he could with a woman in his stomach. The dumpy man looked at the bulge of Dr. Finlay in Dr. Diamond’s stomach then went to sit in her chair. “I’ll make the changes we’ve already thought of,” he said as he worked at the keyboard. “When I get to her other works we can brainstorm.” Dr. Diamond smiled and hissed happily- he always felt good with a woman inside him.



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“Dr. Diamond,” said the balding man as he walked into Dr. Jet Diamond’s office without knocking. “Jet. We need to talk.”

With a hiss of complete irritation, Dr. Diamond pulled his head back out and off the apparatus that allowed him to type with his tongue and facial movements. It was a brilliantly designed machine, very expensive. Dr. Diamond was overly proud that it was his brains that had brought the machine into the project. Before this it had been stenography that allowed him to get his notes and papers from brain to publication. Of course there was a downside to this as well- no stenographers anymore. And Dr. Diamond’s stenographers had the mysterious tendency to just… vanish. Sigh. The price of the future.

“Dr. Hightower,” said Dr. Diamond, deep voice gravelly from misuse. He’d gone straight from awakening to work. “How can I help you?”

“Jet,” said Dr. Hightower, fully aware of the annoyance his use of the Doctor’s first name caused. He tossed a manila folder onto Dr. Diamond’s desk. “This is Dr. Denfall’s sexual harassment complaint.”

“What?” said Dr. Diamond, momentarily dizzy. Sexual harassment? He felt a tingle that ran from his nose down to the tip of his tail, a full five second trip.

“She’s only been here a week, Jet. Can’t you try and control yourself?” Dr. Hightower chewed his tongue a moment, waiting for Dr. Diamond to speak. When it became obvious that the thirty foot long black scaled anaconda was going to remain silent, he spoke again. “Look, Jet, we both know what happened to Dr. Finlay,” he said quietly. “I’m not interested playing the game the Mayo clinic was,” he said, referring to Dr. Diamond’s previous place of employment; talking snakes, as a subset of the woman swallowing variety, still had to swallow women to live- any other “food” did not have the nutrients required for a woman-swallowing snake to survive… The largest downfall to this nutritional requirement was that swallowing whole and digesting women alive was still considered murder. The Mayo clinic had, for the ten years Dr. Diamond had worked for them, worked hard to make sure any women that Dr. Diamond swallowed whole and digested alive remained out of the news and off police records. Of course, it did help that social changes had also pressured changes in other portions of life. In any crime from rape, from assault and battery, to actual murder- if a snake was involved, if any woman was partially swallowed or completely swallowed whole, if any woman were partially digested, completely digested alive or a corpse digested after a murder, then the crime was listed as ‘snake involved’ and shelved. Completely set aside and forgotten.

Publicly.

Behind the scenes, all crimes were still investigated as per normal and if a murderer or kidnapper was caught, they were booked on another charge. Even crimes committed by or involving talking snakes; even those crimes committed by or with a non-talking snake.

And Dr. Hightower had just made it clear he knew that Dr. Diamond had swallowed whole and digested Dr. Finlay alive… and Dr. Diamond had worked hard to make sure that only he and Dr. O’Hara had known about this. Fuck nuggets. Well, this certainly made life a lot more difficult than he had ever planned. And swallowing whole and digesting Dr. Hightower alive was out of the question as well- any woman swallowing snake that tried swallowing or digesting anything male became immediately violently ill- completely swallowing and/or digesting anything male would cause horrible, horrible death. And the “dinner” would likely survive it as well, if it made it out of the body. Sigh.

“Dr. Hightower,” said Dr. Diamond, finally breaking the very awkward silence. “Please believe me when I say, first, I have never nor will I ever engage Dr. Denfall in any sexual misconduct. And two, please believe me when I say that I will never, nor would I ever, engage in any activity that would jeopardize myself or this project in any way.

Dr. Hightower merely stared Dr. Diamond in the eye for another couple of seconds, then turned to leave. “Let us make sure this stays true,” he said, one hand on the office knob. Then he opened the door and vanished.

Dr. Diamond stared at the door, then said just one thing.

“Fuck.”
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Dr. Denfall felt, rather than heard, the door open behind her. The disturbed air swirled around her naked skin and she turned in her chair, spinning it lightly and easily. Dr. Diamond was in the door frame and his face was caught in a rather amusing expression of serpentine surprise. She smiled and almost laughed. Dr. Diamond was clearly not used to being in the position she kept putting him in.

“Dr. Diamond,” she said, finally, breaking the silence.

Dr. Denfall was wearing absolutely nothing in the category of clothing other than a pair of reading glasses on her nose and a pen in one hand. Her rather massive breasts were settled in her lap, spread out and comfortable. Her upper thighs and knees were hidden under the outflow of mammary gland, connective tissue, fat, and the containing skin thereof. She wiggled her toes and lifted her feet toward the startled serpent.

“Feet first, or shall I lay down so you can start with my head?” She reached down with her left hand and pulled tightly on her large erect nipple.

“You-” he started, blinked, then started again. “Dr. Denfall, I-” He stopped again when she reached down, lifted her mammoth breasts with both arms and spread the lips of her now exposed vulva- her wet birth canal glistened under what fluorescent light reached it, the pink tunnel of female flesh beckoning.

He closed his eyes, shook his head, and stayed in the doorway for a full thirty seconds without moving. When he spoke again, he did so without opening his eyes.

“You are an evil woman,” he finally hissed. “This isn’t over.” He turned in place, coils of angry reptilian meat turning around itself as he left. “This isn’t over!” he yelled as he slithered down the hall.

Dr. Denfall closed her own eyes, rubbing her hands on her cold, exposed breasts. “No,” she finally said. “This isn’t over, not by a long shot.” She stood, walked to her suit she had hooked on it’s hanger behind the door and quickly dressed. She had to be ready should Dr. Hightower come visiting.

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Dr. Diamond had just woke up, that could be his only excuse. Otherwise he would have coiled her when they met in the staff lounge and she’d be a thorn in his side no longer, she’d be just a lump in his tummy and safely digesting away. As it was, she was now berating him as he tried to recover the situation.

“You’re a monster,” growled Dr. Diamond. “You’ve made my life a living hell since you got here. You’re evil!” He slithered to the left, the heavy oak block an effective barrier between the two of them.

“I’m a monster?” squeaked Dr. Denfall, her head and monstrously large breasts just topping the table, each gigantic flesh globe wobbling and jiggling as she moved; each deliciously bouncing milk machine several times larger than her head. “I’m just a human being. You eat people!” She jogged to the right, her freely jouncing nipples making Dr. Diamond’s eyes cross as they wobbled under her nearly transparent white blouse.

“No, I don’t eat people,” corrected Dr. Diamond. He stopped movement as he considered his next move. “I eat women.”

“Oh, thanks a lot,” said Dr. Denfall, voice dripping acid.

“No insult intended,” said Dr. Diamond, honestly confused by her reaction. “By definition, as a woman, you are food. I don’t eat people, I eat food.” And I should be eating you, he thought. Instead of debating semantics with you, I should be simply digesting you. “Should we get Dr. Hightower on the phone? Get him involved in the debate?” There shouldn’t be a debate. Get that sweet cunt and those wonderful tits in my belly were they belong.

“No thanks,” said Dr. Denfall. I’m honestly not sure where he would fall if asked, she thought. I know where he stands legally, but ethically? He’d probably vote for me to be stuffed into that serpentine stomach. At the thought she felt her nipples crank tighter and her lower belly heat up. Hell, I’m not even sure where I belong. Out here or in that hot, tight tummy.

“Dr. Denfall,” said Dr. Diamond as he slowly eased up to her on his right. She’d been in one position for some time, chewing her lower lip and staring into space- he recognized the stance. He’d digested many a meal who’d been standing just like that before sliding down his throat and into his belly. “Let’s just end this conversation. You lie down, put your arms above your head behind you.” He slithered closer, voice low as he spoke. “We’ll just let nature take it’s course, let you take a trip into my stomach where you belong.”

Just before be reached her, she shook her head and dove to her other side. “N-No,” she stammered. “No, let’s not.” He struck after her, missing by millimeters, his scales scraping skin as she ran to safety. If he had been a little faster, he berated himself, his bulk slowing him down. He watched her dash out the staff door and set his heavy snout down upon the oak table.

“Fuck nuggets,” he murmured. “I hope she doesn’t file a complaint.”


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Dr. Hightower smiled as he ushered Dr. Denfall into his office. She was very punctual and he liked that, he liked that quite a bit. Dr. Denfall was dressed conservatively this morning, as was becoming a highly respected research scientist. There was much to recommend about this young woman and in the current situation that was surrounding them all, that was good to have in her corner. After sitting her in the comfortable chair he used for his guests he sat in his own heavy leather chair behind the imposing oak desk.

Conservative dress for an up and coming respected research scientist was a white silk blouse so closely tailored it may as well have been painted on, hugging her gigantic breasts that were so firm and tight they had never needed the support of a bra although each huge breast was many times larger than her head. Her hard cherry red nipples pressed so hard against the tight material there was a risk of them tearing through. The silk blouse only came down to just under her rib cage, leaving her tight young belly bare. The mini mini skirt she wore rode so high that when she sat in the soft faux leather chair it openly displayed her clean shaven vulva. She wore simple white stockings just above her ankles inside her black flat platform shoes.

“Dr. Denfall,” he said, staring at her through his thick black framed glasses. She looked back at him through her own glasses, soft blue eyes trusting. “Dr. Denfall, please understand, first and foremost, that I understand entirely your side of the issue. First and foremost, the safety of all our staff members is very important to myself and all of our high level scientists. I do not want a single person on our staff rolls to feel endangered.

“On the other hand, Dr. Denfall, please listen to what I have to say. Why not just let Dr. Diamond swallow you whole and digest you alive?”

He sat there with a smile on his face for a long time before Dr. Denfall realized that was it, that was the entirety of what he had to say on the subject.

“Well,” said Dr. Denfall. “There is a small matter of legality. It is illegal for snakes to swallow women whole and digest them alive. It is still considered murder.”

“Oh, bother,” he said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “This isn’t about legal or illegal. This is about letting Dr. Diamond swallow you whole and digest you alive. This entire situation is my fault, I’ve let this go on far longer than it should have and it’s nearly destroyed Dr. Diamond- both his career, and the snake himself. No journal will publish him, his reputation is ruined, and he’s become almost useless as a research scientist. Now, admitted, it might not help at this point, but why not just let him swallow you whole and digest you alive?”

“If you aren’t worried about the legalities, then morally and ethically-”

“We both know that there is nothing immoral or unethical about you being swallowed whole by a giant talking intelligent snake and then being digested alive. And we both realize that the pressures of social change will make the swallowing whole and digesting alive of women by talking and non-talking snakes legal in the next year or two.” Dr. Hightower sighed and put his glasses back on.

“I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. Let me reassure you, no matter your choice, you will have a job here either until either we solve the problem we have been gathered to solve, or you suffocate inside Dr. Diamond’s stomach. But as a woman, you are food first and a research scientist with a life of her own second. I am simply asking you as a personal favor to me to let Dr. Diamond swallow you whole and then digest you alive.”

Dr. Denfall closed her eyes and sat in silence for over a minute. She then stood up as she started talking. “Dr. Hightower,” she said as she started unbuttoning her blouse. “I accepted the position here for two reasons. The first was the chance to work on the problem of more and more creatures around the globe becoming woman eaters and woman swallowers.” She folded her blouse and set it on the corner of Dr. Hightower’s desk, gigantic nude breasts wobbling and bouncing freely as she did so. “As a research scientist I found, and still find, the problem fascinating.” She shimmied the minimini skirt down her hips, then bent and picked it up off the floor, taking the opportunity to bend over and present Dr. Hightower with a frank view of her pert buttocks, cute puckered anus, and tight cunt. “The second was the chance to torment and possibly destroy Dr. Diamond.” She folded the skirt and set it on top of the blouse.

“Dr. Finlay was a good friend of mine, and when I heard she went missing and Dr. Diamond was working on the team with her when she vanished, I knew it was he that had swallowed her whole and digested her alive. I’ve followed his career, known his reputation as a predator.” She stood naked in front of Dr. Hightower, save for the platform shoes she was still wearing. “I wanted revenge, Dr. Hightower, pure and simple. But after I got here and began tormenting Dr. Diamond, I also learned something about myself.”

Dr. Hightower sat behind his desk, looking over her nude body and politely waiting for her to continue.

“At first, the idea of being swallowed whole and digested alive terrified me. But I have slowly come to understand my feelings about my role as being a woman, and being food. I forgave Dr. Diamond a long time ago for swallowing my friend and digesting her alive. I’ve been tormenting Dr. Diamond because of my own feelings about being food.

“I am finally at peace with myself about being food. Dr. Hightower, if Dr. Diamond will still have me, I will gladly let him swallow me whole and digest me alive. No more tricks, no more traps.”

Dr. Hightower smiled gratefully, then stood. “Thank you very much, Dr. Denfall. That sets my mind at ease, and I certainly hope Dr. Diamond will let it ease his as well. Let me call him in.”
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Dr. Jet Diamond slithered quietly in the doorway, his long black scaled body nearly silent on the linoleum that coated the floor. A line of red and green scales started at his nose and ran down the center of his spine all the way to the tip of his tail, nearly forty feet in distance. In the last third of his body there was a lump, a bulge, evidence of a meal that was digesting away. Although his face and jaw line was not conducive to facial movement, he did his best to smile as he drew near to his intended.

“Dr. Denfall,” he said, his voice a deep baritone. “I wanted to let you know how pleased I am that you have joined our happy little family.” He smiled as deeply as he could. “Ever since the loss of our Dr. Finlay, we have been sadly short of the feminine viewpoint.” He sighed deeply, coiling around the bulge in his lower length. “Ah, whatever happened to Dr. Finlay, anyway,” he said, setting his head atop the bulge. “We miss her greatly.”

Dr. Denfall looked at the great black anaconda coiled on her office floor, the disdain on her face barely masked. “Dr. Diamond,” she said. “Your reputation precedes you. Quite the charmer, aren’t you?” Dr. Denfall stood, looking down at him. She was a shorter woman, barely five foot three, and would have barely topped the scale at a hundred pounds if she hadn’t been so impressively busty. Each of the massive globes riding high on her chest were much, much larger than her head, very full and very firm, topped with large, erect nipples. She carried her milk machines proudly, her blouse extremely tight and very low cut, the deep V almost to the waist of her mini-mini skirt. When she braced her legs and leaned back against her desk it was obvious she wore no underclothing beneath it, her aggressively displayed vulva cleanly shaven.

“I like to think so,” said Dr. Diamond, eying Dr. Denfall greedily. “I have a reputation to maintain, and I have other needs I have to fill.”

“Yes, you woman swallowing snakes certainly do have needs to fill don’t you?” said Dr. Denfall, looking over the framed of her black rimmed glasses at the serpent coiled on her office floor. Her eyes were a deep blue, her shoulder length hair a brilliant blonde and cut in loose ringlets. “I’m onto you, Dr. Diamond,” she said. “I know where Dr. Finlay went. And I know you need to feed again soon.”

“Well then,” said the snake in return. It lifted it’s great head from it’s coils and slithered closer to her. It’s coal black eyes stared into hers, the head coming close to hers. “You seem to know so much. Maybe you’d like to go greet our late Dr. Finlay?” Dr. Diamond gaped open his jaws, the mouth and deep throat behind it well large enough to swallow Dr. Denfall’s head and shoulders easily.

“I’ll play your game,” laughed Dr. Denfall. “And I’ll up the ante.” She unbuttoned the single button holding her blouse shut, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her heavy breasts higher. She leaned forward, settling her breasts against the tongue and lower jaw of the anaconda. She leaned forward, setting her head against the base of the tongue, her hair falling into the throat that opened just past. She pushed her hands and arms into the throat of the anaconda, shoving forward with her feet. Her head and shoulders slid into the beast’s throat as well, following her arms. When she spoke, her words were muffled by the throat her upper body was in. “Your move, Dr. Diamond. No one but you knows I am here yet.” She ground her hips forward and her miniskirt fell to the floor around her ankles, leaving her hanging all but nude from the mouth of the snake.

Dr. Diamond couldn’t speak with the woman in his mouth, but he lifted his head and she slid forward, her body to the waist now down his throat. He swallowed just slightly, her dripping pussy sliding against his tongue. She was deeply sexually excited, almost ready to achieve orgasm right there on his tongue. She bent her knees a little and with that she slid deeper into his throat- now only her legs from the knees down in his mouth, her feet just barely over the edge of his lower jaw. She wriggled and slid deeper until only her ankles were hooked at the corners of his mouth, her entire nude body deep down his throat. It would take only the slightest tremble on Dr. Diamond’s part and she could slide down his gullet and into his stomach- and that alone kept Dr. Diamond very still.

This was her game, not his. While the slightest misplay on her part would lead to her being digested alive, Dr. Diamond was well aware that she was holding the cards right now. While it was correct that no one knew she was there yet- in fact, to the rest of the world she was in transit to parts unknown, and if he swallowed her and digested her alive no one would ever know what had happened, she was counting on this. This wasn’t Jet Diamond’s M.O. This wasn’t the game he played. And at the moment, her wet cunt tasted like ashes on his tongue.

He dipped his head back down, spitting. She slid back out of his throat and mouth, drenched in saliva. It was almost as if she had taken a shower in snake spit she was so wet, her hair plastered to her wet body. And while she stared back at him, rubbing her crotch with one hand and breathing heavily, there was an undeniable look of disappointment on her face. Diamond looked into her eyes from a gap of only a few inches, then drew back.

“I look forward to working with you,” he rasped, then turned and quickly slithered from the room. He turned back and looked at her just before leaving and her face was looking after him, she was leaning back on the desk and rubbing heavily and quickly between her legs, eyes clenched shut and the other hand roughly massaging one gigantic breast. He hissed quietly and slid away.

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‘Well, he’s doing it,’ thought Dr. Denfall as Dr. Diamond’s jaws closed over her head. ‘I can’t believe he’s really doing it!’ Dr. Diamond’s scaly lips rippled as he moved his head side to side, working his jaws over her shoulders. Dr. Denfall rubbed her clit as Dr. Diamond’s snout slid between her breasts, her lower jaw between her shoulder blades. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to grind her clit into the pads at the base of her fingers as Dr. Diamond slowly swallowed, again and again, his lips sliding down her belly, getting closer, so closer, to her wet pussy. She almost came when Dr. Diamond’s jaws slid over her ass, only her legs now unswallowed- her body inside the throat of the anaconda. Again and again he swallowed, taking her deeper into his throat, her toes closer and closer to his mouth…

Until her toes slid into his mouth, her body from the ankles down inside his throat and her head so much closer to his stomach… And he swallowed again and her feet entered his throat, her entire body swallowed and she did come then. Pleasure erupted through her entire body and she shook- and when her orgasm was finished…

Dr. Denfall reached forward and clicked off the monitor where she had been watching Dr. Diamond swallow whole his latest lab assistant. He had talked the young woman into taking off all her clothes and setting back on the floor. He then swallowed her slowly, her entire body wet, and digested her alive over the next several days. Dr. Denfall couldn’t believe how good it had felt to masturbate while watching Dr. Diamond swallow the young woman whole and alive. She had the entire video sequences of Dr. Diamond swallowing whole every lab assistant he had ever had… and this was two wonderful things. First it was a wonderful treasure trove of masturbation material- already her clit was begging her to be tangled with again. But two, it was video proof that Dr. Denfall had been swallowing young women and digesting them alive. And while everyone knew that’s what talking snakes did to live, it was still technically illegal.

Oh, Dr. Diamond, you belong to me. And when I am done with you, that’ll be me in that belly. No, she thought as she bit her knuckle. I meant, your ass is mine.

Oh hell.
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Dr. Diamond coiled outside Dr. Denfall’s office, seething. What did that awful woman want now? There wasn’t much she could do to make his life worse. His career was in shambles- every time he said more than two words to her he had to deal with another sexual misconduct complaint. Dr. Hightower no longer referred to him as ‘Dr.’, and simply asked if he was ready to resign yet when they met in the halls. His papers were being dissected in the journals, his name was being dragged in the mud in the newspapers. And in the middle of this spider web of evil was that Denfall woman. And every time he thought he could get out from underneath her boot he found out she was already stomping on him from the other side.

At last he tapped on the door, flicking the tip of his tail against the oak door of her office. Oak. My door is pressed wood, her door is oak. Regardless, the sound was loud in the hallway where he sat coiled and must have been in her office. Her office with the oak door. Fucking cunt office with the fucking cunt oak door.

“Enter,” said Dr. Denfall from inside, her voice a sweet counterpoint to the she-creature that owned it. To hear that voice brought up visions of delicious, naked angels, their silken skin a gentle touch as it slid between the lips and down the throat. Soft, warm pillowy breasts, each much, much larger than the angelic head and so wondrous to the tongue and between those meaty thighs a vulva that gave off the scent and taste of heaven. Instead it was Dr. Denfall the voice belonged to- and while Dr. Diamond suddenly realized his vision of a naked angel actually was the real flesh and blood Dr. Denfall, her actions were so evil as to belong only to Satan.

And when the door swung open of it own action, a mechanical system built into all doors as a courtesy to talking snakes, Jet Diamond felt his breath taken away. Dr. Denfall was again sitting naked in a chair before him- her blonde hair hanging loose around her shoulders, framing her face. Her blue eyes met his with no barrier of glass as she was not wearing her glasses. Her gigantic naked breasts, each wonderful meat pillow topped with brilliant pink bullet hard nipple, lay on her upper thighs. They had no sag to them, their natural size brought them settled gently against her legs. Her legs were spread as she slouched in her seat, shaved vulva open to him. The thick outer lips gaped open naturally, the thinner inner lips mostly together yet still open at their base, hinting at the fragrant tunnel still kept secret. Her feet were bare, soles flat against the carpeted office floor.

“What- what horrible thing are you going to do to me now?” asked Dr. Diamond after a moment, throat dry. “What complaint are you going to make?”

“No complaint,” said Dr. Denfall, sliding her feet together and then forward, toward him. “Nothing horrible. I’m giving up. Please, swallow me. Swallow me whole, swallow me down into your stomach, please digest me alive.” Her skin flushed bright pink as she said this and Dr. Jet Diamond was enveloped in the undeniable scent of complete female arousal. The heavy, musky scent of aroused female vulva, vaginal fluids as her body prepared for sex. This total arousal, breasts tightening and nipples scrunching even harder, pupils of her eyes so wide she no longer had an iris so all she could see was him. And it was all because she was ready for him to swallow her whole, to digest her alive. Dr. Jet Diamond felt her arousal grab him hard- his stomach growled, his mouth flooded with saliva to make it easy to swallow her whole and alive, the muscles of his throat relaxing so she could slide down to his stomach easier.

He slithered forward and she raised her petite feet to him, small toes neat and toenails clipped short. Such delicious looking feet. “Do you mean this?” he whispered. She nodded, feet at his scaly lips and huge breasts wobbling and bouncing with the small motion. Her feet looked literally good enough to eat. He opened his jaws only an inch, as if afraid she would get up and run away, easing them slowly toward the offered toes. When she stayed were she was he opened his jaws in a gape wide enough to slide her in and not touch jaws until her beautiful, wonderful tits got caught, throat open at the back of his mouth, a black wet tunnel leading in. His flickering tongue caught a deeper wave of arousal from her own pink tunnel, the deep musk intoxicating. From the smell she was sexually aroused to the point the thick delicious lubrication that oozed from her gates to heaven would easily allow something as large as a human leg to slide easily into her sexual opening, perhaps until the man had wedged his leg up to his own waist within her.

Dr. Denfall set her feet carefully upon his tongue and he slowly closed his mouth, carefully, until his lips were against the upper and lower sides of her ankles. She was going to do it. Dr. Denfall was actually going to let him do this- he was going to swallow her whole, he was going to digest her alive and right now she was his angel. She was his beautiful, delicious angel and he swallowed carefully. He looked up at her as he did swallow, gently taking her feet deeper into his mouth. This action would normally have pulled the woman he was swallowing toward him, dragging her across the surface and into his throat. Since she was sitting naked in a leather like chair, that action would only drag the chair with her until it fell over on them both. Instead, he slithered forward as he swallowed, moving himself up her body as he swallowed. Her eyes were closed right now as he took her feet into his mouth, and her left hand was working in her crotch, fingers wet as she masturbated. The sound was already loud and sloppy, and neither of them cared at this moment. The action helped spread the wonderful, heavy, drug like smell around the room and down against his tongue. Closer look as he watched her masturbating as he swallowed her proved she was sitting on a towel spread on the chair- she would easily slide out of the chair and into his stomach this way. This angle also let him watch her huge breasts wobble and bounce like two gigantic stacks of jello being repeatedly rocked back and forth.

He carefully swallowed again, now taking her feet into the back of his mouth, just at the top of his throat. His nose was now at her mid calf and coming up on her wonderful knees. He must be dreaming, he thought as he continued to swallow this woman whole and alive. She continued masturbating as he swallowed her legs, taking her into his throat. Her eyes were screwed shut tight and she was gasping as she worked at her vulva and clitoris with one hand, her other hand massaging and clutching at her gigantic breast. She was grabbing the nipple and pulling, wrenching a handful of breast with one hand, then rubbing the skin lightly in the next moment. He swallowed for a third time, his nose now at her knees and the outer edge of his lip against the seat of the chair. Dr. Denfall leaned back in her chair, trying to breath and unable, caught in the grip of a wonderful orgasm.

This next time when he swallowed at her legs, he used this action to pull her into him. She slid downward off the edge of the chair, gasping for breath. Her soft yet lightly muscled buttocks were on his lower jaw, the wonderful fluids nearly gushing from the hole between her legs as she lightly pulled and rubbed on lips and clit were draining down his tongue and straight into his throat. His upper jaw and nose was between her shaved pubic mound and her cute little navel, trapping her diddling hand against her vulva. Her legs were held in a tight hug in his throat, and her lightly sweating upper body was so close to entering his mouth, his throat, his stomach… He could hardly believe he had ever thought this delicious angel could have ever been anything close to a devil. He eased his muscles into position then slowly swallowed again.

His lower law was braced against the chair so he didn’t have to hold himself up as he swallowed this wonderful woman whole and alive. The swallow brought her downward, her feet and legs deep within him. Her ass and dripping cunt were past the end of his mouth and in his throat, her abdomen in his mouth, and his nose starting to ease up between her beautiful, gigantic tits. The feel and the taste of those tits in his mouth and throat would be wonderful, and he couldn’t wait to have the entirety of this woman stuffed tight in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to start digesting her alive, feeling her body come apart and become a part of him. She was already masturbating hard again, edging close to a second orgasm.

He noticed then, over her head and between her huge tits, that the monitor was playing some form of video. He swallowed at her body again as she came again in his mouth and throat, his nose close to the middle of her sternum and his lower jaw between her shoulder blades. He froze in his swallowing motion as he realized that the video being played was of a black scaled amazonian anaconda swallowing a nude black haired east Indian woman. Dr. Denfall was breathing hard in his mouth and throat, her huge tits pushed up under her chin. Her one arm was deep in his throat with her body, and her other arm was up and out, her hand on the top of her desk. Even as she was deep down his throat and coming down from another orgasm, she had started a video playing with her loose hand. And that video was of him, Dr. Diamond, swallowing one of his lab assistants whole and then later, digesting her alive. And while that sort of thing was publicly ignored, video evidence of such a thing was very very bad.

And that devil woman in his throat had obvious video evidence.

Looking down her chest at him, the upward angle he was swallowing her at letting her look him in the eye, she smiled and said weakly, “This is sort of embarrassing. I really want you to finish swallowing me, I swear to God I want you to digest me alive, but in the interest of fairness I feel I must tell you that I have arranged with my lawyers to have this video evidence, and about twenty other videos, delivered to the police if I come up missing. Dr. Hightower has been instructed, in an email from me, to watch these emailed videos if I stop showing up at work.”

The world came to a slow distinct stop right then. He had thought this devil beast in his throat had been an angel. He felt so stupid, so betrayed. How could he have believed she was anything but the vicious she-beast he had thought she was? Two slow heart beats passed and in a sudden burst of rage he swallowed once, twice, three times. The first time took his nose up to the base of her throat, her huge breasts pushed up around her face. The second swallow took the tip of his nose up to her chin, or where her chin would be under the mass of tits in his mouth. The third heavy swallow took her head down to the back of his throat, her tits mashed up around her head and now filling his mouth, but only just- another two swallows would take those huge tits down into his throat, though it would hurt so good. But it was then his brain stopped his raging body- she would feel so good in his stomach, but it was where she wanted to be. And when everyone, including the police got hold of the video evidence then that would be it. Right now his career was in shambled but he had his life. If he digested her alive, he wouldn’t even have that.

The first video on the monitor finished, and another started- him swallowing a busty west German lab assistant and that brought him back to complete sanity. He had to get this woman in his throat out and back into the world. She deserved being digested alive, but he didn’t deserve what would come afterward. Her one arm that emerged from the mass of tits in his mouth was waving for his attention- first pointing down at her general direction in his throat, then the general direction of where she thought the monitor was at this time, then repeat. Even down his throat and half smothered by her own tits she was still trying to be in control. He felt like crying, his life ruined. And although the woman in his throat, that hideous she-beast, that wretched monster of a woman deserved digestion, he closed his eyes and began to relax. He slid with a thud off the end of the chair until he was laying flat on the floor, woman in his throat and mouth still wonderfully full of tits. He relaxed, then pushed from deep within him.

He’d only regurgitated prey once or twice in his lifer and at no time did he like it. It was slightly painful, and worse of all, it let a woman, food, out of his body or stomach. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He pushed from inside, relaxing at his mouth and felt her move. Again, and she started slowly sliding outward. It felt awful. She kept moving outward, his deep inward pushing getting stronger and feeling worse. And then, in a gush of fluid, she burst out of his mouth and across the carpeted floor. Oh GOD that hurt, it hurt, he hated feeling!

Then he slowly coiled himself up until he was looking down at her wet, nude body, her eyes looking up at him. She just looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

“You are a terrible, terrible, person,” he said, fluid dripping from his mouth. “We are through in every way.” He turned as he slithered, leaving the room, trailing saliva and fluid behind him.
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Jet Diamond closed his eyes and hissed quietly in irritation. Every time he got close to the ‘zone’ there was another interruption and BANG back to real life. It was hard to concentrate as it was, he was so hungry. Terrified to eat anyone, Diamond was slowly wasting away, his skin getting looser on his body.

The knock on the door came again, louder, and Jet hissed louder, shaking his head. This action flipped his glasses on their hinge and the lenses fall over his eyes. “Come in,” he yelled. Dammit, he didn’t have any appointments today. Or this week. Or at all, anywhere, any more. His reputation ruined, his career in shambles; each day his only pleasure in life was another day past in which he didn’t go to jail.

It was impossible to live this way.

The cheap particle board door swung slowly open and the bright light in the hall dazzled Jet’s eyes enough he couldn’t see who his visitor or visitors were. “Come in,” he repeated. As a reptilian being, serpent in particular, Jet’s eyes were only adequate at best. His real organ of detection was his sensitive tongue. He kept it flickering in the direction of the doorway as his guests, plural, entered. His tongue detected the smell and taste of a man, Hightower, and another person. No, not a person- a woman. Food. The taste was delicious and familiar. And she drew closer and Jet could see from the absolutely immense flash globes on her chest it was- Dr. Denfall. Here to torment him further? But why was Hightower with her then?

“Dr. Hightower, Dr. Denfall,” he said as they stood before his desk. “Please, take a seat the two of you.” He ducked his snout toward 2 plush chairs behind them. He had been told by many human beings that they were very comfortable. He’d only eaten half of those people afterward; the food ones. The women.

Dr. Denfall kept her stance in front of the desk while Dr. Hightower awkwardly pulled on his pant legs and waistband before sitting, tugging and tucking his shirt afterward. Dr. Denfall kept her arms at her side, one hand holding a manila folder, the only clothing on her body being her glasses. Her nipples were hard, scrunched tight in obvious sexual excitement. Her vulva was flushed red, eager for penetration; Dr. Denfall was one of the very few women of the world who, when sexually excited, became so wet her vaginal fluids would run in rivulets down her inner legs- and right now she had the beginnings of a puddle going.

“Dr. Diamond, I have something I have to say and I am ashamed, embarrassed, and so very sorry I have to do this. I am so very sorry for my poor behavior. I let my grief over the loss of my friend confuse me; I forgot that as women we are food first, people second. I believe this is part of the reason so many other species of the world have turned to eating women, turned to swallowing them whole and digesting them alive. It’s because even as we remember that we are food, so is the rest of the world remembering. It’s not a plague or some terrible change, simply food being eaten because it is food.

“Please,” said Dr. Denfall as she set the folder on Diamonds desk, opening it and setting the papers on the desk to Diamond could read them all easily. “These are all letters, witnessed by Dr. Hightower and notarized. I have written the police, my lawyers, all the local institutions I have used and apologized to each of them for wasting their time. I retract all claims and charges. These,” she said as she set out new letters for him to look at, “are letters to every journal or magazine that I have ever written, and those I have not, retracting every statement I have ever made and apologizing for my actions. This is the very least I can do to show my regret over my actions.

“I am also telling you this. Dr. Diamond, please, I mean this sincerely. Swallow me whole, digest me alive. I am not only food for you, I am food that is so very sorry for every horrible thing she has ever done. I am food, Dr. Diamond. I am a woman. I am food. Women were put on this earth to be eaten by snakes. And snakes were put on this earth to eat women. Please, Dr. Diamond. Eat me.”

Dr. Denfall took off her glasses and lay on the floor on her back. Arms beside her, gigantic firm breasts rolling to either side of her rib cage and still those huge tits met at her middle. They towered over her face. Denfall knew when she lay on her back like this that, from above, she looked like the legs of a woman below, and just two gigantic tits on top.

Jet Diamond looked down at the nude woman on his floor, her eyes closed and her hands at work in her crotch. He looked at Hightower who simply waved a hand down at the nude woman, saying “Bon’ appetit’,” as he did so. Oh, where to start, where to start. Jet loved swallowing women whole either way, head first or feet first. He’d swallowed a few women ass first, their bodies bent at the middle and ankles around their necks. One woman he’d swallowed hands and feet first in this position, stopping when just her ass and wet gaping cunt were barely unswallowed. He’d allowed a friend and fellow human scientist to fuck the woman’s cunt in his mouth for a few days, finally swallowing her down when she was so full of semen she overflowed, hitting the two gallon mark.

In the end he decided to start at her feet. That allowed her to come to him wet cunt first and that meant his tongue had a nice place to visit for a while. Tasty, tight, and warm.

He slipped her feet into his mouth and he smiled as she gasped a little. He swallowed slowly, savoring the feet of her warm, silky soft legs slid slowly into his mouth and down his throat. His lips stretched tighter as he swallowed her deeper into him. Her legs were getting thicker as he brought her hips closer. Her feet inched slowly deeper into him, slow swallow by slow swallow. Her knees entered his mouth, tip of his snout over both, and yet the sides of his mouth were still down at mid calf. Both of her hands were still busy, one hand working her clit and the other hand piercing her tight wet hole with the fingers and thumb of her other hand. She stiffened again as another orgasm rolled through her. Her legs were still bent at hip and knee though she would have to straighten out very soon as he swallowed her deeper.

When her hips slid into his mouth and her delicious smelling and wonderfully tasting cunt and ass grew closer, Jet’s tongue pushed her fingers aside and he took over. His tongue was magic, his technique flawless. His forked tongue teased and tortured her erect, throbbing clitoris driving into multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm with little chance to breathe between them. He entered her birth canal with his tongue, grinding her G spot and pushing at her vaginal walls. She came again from the vaginal penetration and manipulation, then again as his tongue merely flicked her clit and drove her into instant clitoral orgasm. At last, limp and insensate in his mouth, she could only lay and pant.

He swallowed her inch by inch until his snout was between her gigantic tits, nose at the base of her throat and his lower jaw on her neck. Her arms pushed upward like a diver, and her tits rolled over and covered her face. She knew that she looked like the snake was swallowing two gigantic pillow tits and not a woman but that was ok. As long as she was swallowed whole and digested alive like the food she knew she was it was all going to be A-OK.

[theclaw]

as she leaned into the mirror and checked her eye-liner.

“I saw her being eaten by a snake this morning, headfirst, and not ONLY was she wearing that Vettron dress she swore she didn’t have but the tramp wasn’t even wearing any underwear. She’s been waxing this whole time- Brazilian.” Sandy leaned back up and sighed. “She did have a nice looking pussy though. I watched it go into the snake’s mouth. She was masturbating as the snake swallowed her.”

Tammy closed her eyes as she listened to Sandy talk. Betty Lou had been bad mouthing women who let themselves be swallowed by snakes and here it was because she was planning on being swallowed herself. Typical Betty Lou. Well, at least now they wouldn’t have to deal with her any more. Being swallowed whole and digested alive wasn’t something you just did on a weekend and then came back to work on Monday.

“Now I wish I’d taken Betty Lou up on her offer,” said Sandy sadly. “She invited me to come to her house last night and suck on and lick her pussy. I’ve wanted my mouth on those tits for a long time too. I should have taken her up on her offer, but I had Mary, from Accounting, over last night and I fucked her instead.” She leaned closer to Tammy. “Her pussy tastes like strawberries and fine wine. God, I ate that cunt for hours. Sniff my face,” she said, and breathed on Tammy as she did so.

“I didn’t wash that pussy off from last night and you should still smell her pussy on my breath. I had my tongue so far up her birth canal I was licking her cervix.” Sandy’s facial skin did have a faint smell of aroused vagina still on it and the scent was intoxicating. Tammy made a mental note to have sex with Mary as soon as possible. While Tammy did count herself as basically heterosexual, it had been over ten years since she had even touched the clothes a man had been wearing while she’d had sex with over four thousand completely seperate women during that same time. She’d had her face in so much cunt it was amazing she didn’t live in one.

“Well, have you decided or do I need to keep the tits out much longer?” asked Sandy, turning toward Tammy. She’d unbuttoned her blouse in the restroom because Tammy had asked her too, to help her decide whether or not she wanted to have sex with Sandy. Sandy’s breasts were large and full, soft globes larger than her head but firm and topped with ruby red cherry nipples. They jiggled and bounced with every movement, enticing and beautiful and soft and warm. They were both sexy and innocent, brazen and yet timid.

“Let’s fuck,” said Tammy and half a second later Sandy’s skirt had hit the floor.

“God damn, I couldn’t wait a second longer,” said Sandy. “I’m so horny I could fuck a Mack truck, take all thirty six feet and still have room for more.”

[theclaw]

“And then you have to,” and she took a deep breathe, pulling herself forward an inch and sliding her wet body through the tunnel of the tight throat. “You have to follow that hall and make sure you turn-” she slipped back as the beast swallowed again, trying to get her back into his stomach so he could continue digesting her alive. The party waited patiently as she fought her way back up into the mouth again, pushing her face between the jaws of the giant snake. “You have to turn-” and she was interrupted again as another swallow took her deep down the snake’s throat toward it’s waiting stomach. Several minutes passed, the party waiting patiently, while she struggled to crawl up the throat and into the creature’s upper throat and mouth again. At last she had a hand around a fang and her other elbow hooked in the beast’s gum line.

“If you would just rescue me,” she half screamed, shrilly, slick with snake saliva and stinging digestive fluids. “And get me out of here I could help you a lot easier, and I wouldn’t have to worry about being digested alive every thirty seconds!”

A swallow pulled her down the snake’s throat again, and some wit in the group muttered, “Twenty. Every twenty seconds.” They watched the bulge of her body in the throat as she was pulled deep, then she struggled to get up higher again. Almost up to the jaw line then down. Almost, then down, deeper. Halfway up, slowly, then all the way down to the snake’s stomach again. This time she didn’t struggle back up, staying a woman shaped bulge in the belly of the beast.

“Show’s over,” intoned Kettersly, the Mage. “She’s going to be digested this time.” The party, not a large one, disbanded into the night to wait for the morning. In minutes, the only person left was Omoz, the ranger. He was standing, looking at the tight shape of her body in the stomach of the snake.

“Why didn’t we rescue you,” he asked himself. Sure, she looked damned sexy inside the snake stomach, and he did get a tingle in his private parts when he imagined her being digested alive but surely that wasn’t enough reason to just subject people to being digested alive. But as he watched, the bulge of her body in the belly of the serpent wriggled again, then slowly worked itself slowly up a few feet.

“Hey, hey guys,” he yelled as she struggled back up the serpent’s throat an closer to the jaws of the beast again. “She’s coming back up!”

The others straggled back as she fought her way back up from the stomach of the animal. After a few minutes, the bulge of her body reached the jaw line of the serpent as everyone watched as she pushed open the jaws from the inside.

“Get me out of here!” she screamed, skin red from the stomach acids that bathed her skin. She slid back down the throat of the animal as it swallowed again, fighting her way back up. “Please! I can help you if you just save me!” She looked at them with wild eyes, no one moving to help. She vanished from sight again as the beast swallowed her back down it’s throat a good four feet. She struggled back up, staring at them from between the teeth of the serpent.

“I’m your friend,” she wheezed. “This fucking thing swallowed me as we were talking. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Suck me off,” said Kettersly, suddenly. “You suck me off and swallow it, we’ll get you out.”

“Get me out, I’ll suck you off,” she gasped, then slid back out of sight as the beast swallowed her three feet back down his throat. Almost back and swallowed two feet back. Almost up to the jaws, swallowed ten feet back. Another swallow took her halfway down to the stomach, and they waited as she slowly fought her way back up. She looked at them from inside the mouth of the serpent, her body tight in it;s throat from her armpits down.

“No,” said Kettersly. “You suck me off, then we get you out.”

“Me too,” said Omoz. “After you suck him off, you suck me off, then we get you out.”

“Me too,” said Drake.

“And me,” said Flint.

“And me.” Everyone turned to look at Candy, the sorceress. “Hey, I got a pussy, she needs to lick me until I cum too or the snake gets to digest the cunt.”

[theclaw]

Telluria was a female dwarf, a young woman with a good sense of humor, a nice fashion sense, and an absolutely huge pair of boobs. Each one of her breasts was much larger than her head and Telly hadn’t seen her feet in years. On Wednesday evening she had just gotten back to her room; a carved out hole set in the dwarven caverns deep under the mountains. It was a nice carved out hole with a thick stone door, and the furniture inside was stunning. But Telly wasn’t paying attention to her furniture, she was getting ready for her date with Nadjet, a hunky dwarf who carried a mean axe on his back. He had the muscles that melted her insides when she looked at him and she’d been out of her mind since Nadjet had asked her to a night out of fun in the restaurant, entertainment, and xxx-rated entertainment areas of the caverns. Telly had never been to the last part of the caverns, and didn’t plan on ever visiting the xxx-rated portions. She sincerely hoped Nadjet wouldn’t want to go there; that would be terribly disappointing if he did and she’d hate to have to tell him no.

She took off her robes, then her leather armor, then the underarmor to protect her skin from the leather, and finally the actual underwear. That was a lot of stuff to carry on her body but all the dwarves did it; except for the bra of course, guy dwarves didn’t need the bra. Amazingly, absolutely huge though her boobs were, she didn’t need a bra either. Her breasts were firm enough that they stayed up, high on her chest, positively gigantic. She looked at her body in the mirror, still happy about the body she had.

Telly was tall for a dwarf, with deep brunette hair and soft highlights. Her eyes were green although no one ever noticed- everyone was always looking at her boobs and not her face. It was both annoying and flattering. She understood it, as even she tended to look at just her boobs in the mirror. Not that she could see them both at the same time. The standing mirror was wide but not wide enough. When she stood facing it, her boobs were big enough that they were cut off on both sides where the mirror ended. And if she turned sideways, she could see herself and some of her boobs, or look at just her boobs and not have her in the reflection.

With a sigh she turned away from the mirror and only had time to gasp once as she was coiled in the loops of an obsidian rock snake! She hadn’t noticed it while looking at herself in the mirror- her boobs were so big she hadn’t been able to see the snake behind her as it stalked her!

The rock snakes were mostly a nuisance in the dwarven caverns. The green and red snakes just ate rocks, boring rocks, carving small tunnels through the mountains. The darker blue and grey rock snakes ate gems and that was bad- more than one dwarf had woken up to find a gem-eating rock snake had found their wealth, eaten it, and left the dwarf a poor, poor person. Obsidian rock snakes, however, were not a nuisance at all. They didn’t eat rocks or gems. They ate dwarves. They sneaked into dwarf homes and slithered up on sleeping or otherwise busy dwarves, and swallowed them whole and alive. They then slithered away to digest their swallowed dwarf, still alive in their stomachs, in peace. What made it even worse, in Telly’s opinion, was that they only swallowed female dwarves whole to digest alive later- they ignored male dwarves entirely! Unfair. She’d had many of her female dwarven friends swallowed whole and digested alive through the years. She had never guessed that she would be one of the female dwarves to be swallowed whole and digested alive.

“This sucks,” wheezed Telly as the snake rolled her on the floor, fully bound in tight loops of snake. She wished the bloody thing would just start swallowing her whole and alive already- it’s not like she could fight back. It was a shorter snake, only fifteen or so feet long but still those loops around her were tight enough to hurt and definitely tight enough to make sure she couldn’t escape.

The snake brought it’s head up to her face and she couldn’t even breathe as she stared it in the eyes. It was a beautiful animal but only eight inches wide, side to side. That was only the size of her thigh! How was she supposed to fit in there? Then the snake gaped it’s jaws open, wide, it’s mouth close to her face. It’s scaley lips could have easily fit around her head and it’s throat was a deep tunnel leading into the beast. After a few seconds of terror the snake closed it’s mouth and coiled itself down around her to the lower half of her body. She couldn’t see the mouth of the beast but she could feel it at her feet. And when the snake’s mouth closed on her feet she wanted to scream because she knew it wouldn’t be long before the snake finished swallowing her whole, tucking her body tight into it’s stomach, then slithering away to digest her alive.

She began to think that her only hope was if Nadjet showed up to pick her up early- if he showed up to get her before the snake had finished swallowing her whole and alive, he could easily rescue her and save her life! As the snake swallowed her legs up to her knees, she began hoping that Nadjet was the kind to show up early. But even as her body slid deeper down the throat of the snake, it’s lips inching up her thighs to her waist, she began to despair. If he didn’t show up soon it wouldn’t matter; he wouldn’t be able to see it was her being swallowed. Even if she hadn’t been swallowed completely, her boobs would have been pushed up and over her face so he wouldn’t be able to tell who was being swallowed.

Dwarf society being what it was, if anyone came across an obsidian rock snake that was swallowing a female dwarf whole so it could slither away and digest her alive, they didn’t have to save her if they didn’t recognize her. Telluria herself had come across a lot of female dwarves being swallowed whole and alive, probably a hundred or more female dwarves sliding through snake lips to be tucked into snake stomachs and digested alive in the past year or two alone. She hadn’t recognized more than fifty or more of them and so had let the snakes swallow the female dwarves. Of the fifty female dwarves she had recognized as the snake was swallowing her whole so it could digest her alive, she hadn’t liked most of them anyway. Of the forty female dwarves of the fifty being swallowed that she did like, she was sad that they would be digested alive but they weren’t her so she let the snake finish swallowing them, then slither away to digest the dwarf in their stomach alive in peace.

It would have been easy to save them too. Obsidian rock snakes had an orange spot between their eyes- you only had to press it once, firmly, and the snake would cough up the female dwarf he was swallowing whole and alive and slither away to find someone else to swallow whole and digest alive. And now here she was, the snake’s lips around her middle, up to her belly button, unwrapping her from it’s loops as it swallowed her. Her unswallowed part was tightly held, her arms caught and held away from her body, her boobs caught and also being held away from her body. She couldn’t yell for help as a loop of snake wrapped around her head and covered her mouth.

As the snake inched up her body, it’s nose between her huge boobs and pushing them up it swallowed her, it pushed her arms up and away- as it swallowed her, it was not swallowing her with her arms against her body. No, she was going to be swallowed so her arms trailed after her, as if held above her body. The obsidian snake had discovered that it was easier to swallow dwarves that way- they weren’t as wide as they went down it’s throat. And this was one was going to be trouble with those boobs- they were absolutely gigantic, immense. Comparing those boobs to her head was like comparing a watermelon to a ping pong ball.

When Telly’s head slid through the mouth of the snake then down into the throat of the snake was swallowing her, her boobs were still mostly outside of the snake’s mouth. Even as the snake swallowed her arms to her elbows, then to her wrists, his coal black eyes were staring at huge amounts of boobs that hadn’t yet been swallowed. So, swallowing away so it could digest Telluria alive, it worked on.

When Nadjet walked into Telly’s room after knocking and knocking, he was shocked to discover that she hadn’t been ignoring him- she was being swallowed whole, going to be digested alive by an obsidian rock snake! And he could tell it was Telluria being swallowed- even though he was watching the fingers of the outstretched arms of the dwarf being swallowed, the boobs of the dwarf being swallowed were still bigger than any other dwarf’s he had ever seen. And he could tell, looking at the body of the snake, that she was deep in the body of the snake. Maybe her feet were already in the snake’s stomach. And yet, most of her boobs still had to be swallowed by the snake. Yes, those boobs were being squashed and stretched by the snake’s mouth and throat as it swallowed Telluria, and yet they were still huge and pretty enough to only be Telluria’s.

He thought about pressing the orange spot between the eyes of the snake, but even though Telly’s body was probably in the stomach of the snake to her waist, she still had enough unswallowed boob outside the snake’s mouth it might be another half hour before it finished swallowing those boobs. Time enough to go and get something to eat before he had to make a decision.

Leaving the obsidian snake in Telly’s room, swallowing and swallowing her huge boobs, Nadjet went to get a burger.

It only took the snake fifteen minutes to finish swallowing all of Telly’s boobs, and it had slithered away to digest her alive by the time Nadjet came back.

[theclaw]

seagull

“So, do you usually swallow women whole, digest them alive?” asked Tammy. She and five other young women (older girls, really- not a one was older than 17 and the youngest was 14) were crowded around a seagull. Each girl was wearing a barely-there bikini and sitting on a beach chair. The seagull was in the center of them, belly gigantic and still moving. Inside his stomach was a girl named Brittnay- not five minutes ago she had pulled off her bikini top and laughed as she ran, bare breasts bouncing on her chest, each gigantic flesh globe much larger than her head. In seconds there was a shadow, and a seagull swooping from the sky with it’s beak gaping wide and wider still! As the bird landed on the sand it also swallowed Brittnay whole and alive- she was now curled into a tight ball in the stomach of the seagull, struggling as it digested her alive.

“No, this is the first time,” said the seagull. It’s voice was odd- a mix of the cacophonous screech of a seagull and the rich baritone of Morgan Fairchild. “I’ve never talked before, either. This is a whole new day!” said the seagull, rubbing it’s wings on it’s bulging belly- it had felt good to swallow Brittnay alive, felt even better to be digesting her alive. His tummy was stretched out, almost painful but not quite. Rather, the extremely full feeling, like he would never have to eat again, coupled with the feelings as she wiggled and moved in his stomach, felt so good. Suddenly he turned to a blonde girl to his left- she was wearing a VERY teeny weeny, itsy bitsy, yellow polka dot bikini- and asked her:

“You know, I never thought of this. Is it- is it okay for me to have swallowed this girl, to digest her alive?” He was very concerned, very worried. From inside his belly came sounds of yelling and complaining- Brittnay must have heard him speak. Made sense, she was inside him and his voice originated inside him too. However, he ignored the girl he was digesting alive and so did all the other girls, Brittnay’s friends. As far as they were concerned she was already gone and had been gone for years. The seagull knew he still had another couple of hours before his digestion would really hurt the girl- plenty of time to puke her back up if he had too. Now, in six hours he’d be puking up chunks and a thin slime but for right now Brittnay was still alive, mostly undigested.

“No, that’s okay,” said a young redheaded girl as she too rubbed his belly, feeling Brittnay’s spine through the abdomen of the seagull. “She’s my best friend in the entire world, but that’s okay. Just digest her.” She looked at the other girls and they nodded their heads and spoke in agreement. They loved Brittnay, would never wish her harm, would miss her terribly. But, even though the seagull could puke her back up for the next few hours and she would be perfectly okay, he had swallowed her whole and alive fair and square- not fair to punish HIM just because BRITTNAY didn’t want to get digested alive. Reassured, the seagull went back to stroking his fat belly, feeling Brittnay struggle inside him. “Poke, poke,” he said as he tapped what would be the top of her head through his abdomen. The girls surrounding him laughed while Brittnay yelled and wiggled.

“Why did you swallow her and not any one of us?” asked Linda, a 17 year old girl with dark brown hair. She sounded slightly disappointed. While she was technically wearing a bikini one had to stare closer and longer than was polite to see it.

“I think it was her boobs that did it,” said the seagull. “I don’t mean to be rude or crass, I know you don’t like to be stared at on the beach,” said the seagull as he showed them all he didn’t understand the purpose of beaches. The POINT of going to the beach is to be as naked as possible in public while swimming and playing volleyball and having a blast. Being stared at was part of the fun. Brittnay had taken her top off because she wanted to be looked at, wanted her body admired. It was part of growing up, learning how to be adult. The fact that it was her boobs that did it- Tammy knew, as a girl, that her breasts had power. Power over boys and men, power to get what she wanted. The fact that her boobs also meant they had THIS kind of power as well… “I remember looking down as I was flying. There she was, those big boobs everywhere- and I thought to myself that I just had to have her in my stomach. First time I thought, too. So I indulged- swooped, swallowed!” He burped loudly and the girls around him laughed as he looked embarrassed. “Sorry,” he said. “It was someone I ate.”

“So it could have been any of us if we had taken our tops off,” said Erin. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was a little younger, thin and still kind of bony; still had to get some growing done, both in height, weight, and cup size. The seagull looked at her, then looked into her eyes and saw the hope there.

“Yes,” he said, even though had it been Erin taken off her top he never would have swallowed her; she barely had the rack of a boy. “It might have been you I had swallowed.” Erin hugged herself, eyes closed, a smile on her face. She reached out a hand and rubbed the belly of the seagull- inside his stomach, Brittnay wasn’t struggling so much anymore- being digested alive over a period of several hours was starting to take it’s toll on her.

“Could you swallow me too?” asked Sandy, a girl with raven black hair to her shoulders. “I can take my top off.” The other girls around her nodded their heads and whispered to each other eagerly.

“Well,” said the seagull. “I’m still full- I think she’s still alive, too.” He tapped his belly but the bulge of the swallowed girl was still and quiet. “Hmm, guess not. Well, I am still full. She’s dead, I’m still digesting her.”

There were the sounds of female disappointment from all around him.

“No, no,” he said, shifting the dead weight of the partially digested girl into a more comfortable position in his stomach. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, I just said I can’t right now. I can probably swallow whole and digest alive another one of you just before bed, then swallow and digest another girl tomorrow morning.”

“That still leaves four of us,” said Tina, a fairly stacked young black girl, her hair in tight corn rows. She was wearing a dark brown bikini and against her skin she looked totally nude without being so. “That’s not fair if you don’t swallow and digest the rest of us.” The others nodded and murmured agreement. The redheaded girl, Erin, was the loudest in agreeing because she feared the seagull wouldn’t swallow her whole, digest her alive. Wouldn’t be FAIR. Cindy, another blonde girl with an overdeveloped, adult appearing body, started crying softly.

The seagull felt horrible. These poor girls. How could he do this? “Okay,” he said after a moment. “As long as you six are going to be around for a couple of days we can get this done. I’ll swallow one of you tonight, digest you alive overnight. Tomorrow morning I’ll swallow another of you, digest her through the day until dinner. Then I can swallow whole and digest alive another one of you, then if one of you can stay awake long enough, I can swallow one of you for a midnight snack, digest you alive until morning. The very next day I can swallow one the two remaining girls and digest her alive all day, then swallow the last of you that night and digest you alive until morning. Whew! That’s some good eating!” He laughed but the girls laughed harder, each of them now eager for the time to pass quickly.

It went as planned, mostly, with very few hitches. The hardest part was swallowing the girls when he hadn’t completely digested the previous girl. At least four of them, one by one, ended up curled in his stomach, the mostly digested remains of the previous girl squished around her, like pudding with bones in it. When he was swallowing a girl during daylight hours he was surrounded by other girls and frat boys, all yelling “Choke her down! Choke her down! Choke! Choke!” and waving their arms like they were at a sporting event. But at last, he was down to the last girl on the last night.

Erin.

“I can take off all my clothes,” wailed Erin, standing before the seagull, wearing her bikini bottom and nothing else. If it hadn’t been for the emptiness between her legs she might have been mistaken for a 14 year old boy. “Please!”

“It’s not that,” said the seagull, looking at her as he paced. “It’s just- you’re a little young, you haven’t been through puberty yet,” he said. Erin wailed louder, tears flowing freely.

“That’s the problem,” she said through her tears. “I have gone through puberty- this is as big as I’m going to get,” she said, clapping her hands against her chest.

“Oh wow,” said the seagull. “I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry. Of course I’ll swallow you and digest you alive. I hadn’t realized.”

“Yay!” yelled Erin and in seconds was merely a large bulge in the belly of the lounging seagull. Tina, the black girl, was only halfway digested when he swallowed Erin. She slopped and chunked around Erin as the redheaded girl got more comfortable inside the seagull tummy.

“Oh man,” whispered the seagull to himself, rubbing his bulging belly. “Good, good eating.”