Mmm…..

Ulp…..

Orange Sherbette’s toes curling in terror, as her twitching feet teetered helplessly upon Bug’s tongue with a frightened fidget. The distressed digits inching backwards, crossing the voracious precipice of the grey glutton’s ravenous lips with another gliding glug. The dour devourer in no real rush, instead she just took a moment to savour the meek struggle of her sizable snack, as the rest of the wriggling woman’s body was already just a squirming swelling stretching out Bug’s gullet and soon-to-be stuffed stomach. Orange unable to do much more than give a weak wave goodbye as Bug tilted her head back, before with a click of teeth and another subsequent swallow, the last vestiges of her school lunch were just a pair of oozing lumps trickling down her throat.

Another confident gulp capping off the consumption, as the sluicing surge of the second swallow sent Sherbette's last worming vestiges trickling down Bug’s gullet with a saliva-saturated glide. The wolfed-down woman letting out an indigent whimper as she curled up within the cramped embrace of the gut, unable to do little more than a few fleeting kicks in protest of her packed-away predicament. Not like the dour devourer cared about the soon to be digested’s opinion, as she knew she would be burping up the bundled-up bitch’s last breath in a couple of minutes, and that she would likely be sat on a toilet squeezing what was left of Sherbette out by dinner time.

The thought of the dirty deed enough to make Bug bite her lip, as she did relish the sensation of her arsehole expanding to let her soon-to-be more chocolatey classmate out. The thick log of creamy clay sure to slide out from between her curvy cheeks without issue, only intermittently interrupted by the crackling noises of her pinching off the girthy loaf with a degenerately watery slap, until all that remained of her churned passenger was a stinky heap clogging a toilet. Bug having long since lost count of how many unremarkable heaps of muck she had crapped out over her consumptive career, so she knew her plumbing was more than capable of processing the large lump of lady lunchmeat it had been generously gifted.

Sure, this filling feast of female flesh was feistily fidgeting, but despite her struggles, the slate snarfer was positive this writhing slut would slide through her like a dream. Human's not tending to make troublesome turds from the grey glutton’s experience, soon Sherbette would just be another brewing bowel movement knocking impatiently against her backdoor. Sherbette would be leaving the world the same way she had come into it, nothing more than a big bump in another woman’s tummy, though Bug was sure that her soon-to-be crowning crap’s second birth would be a bit smellier than the first-time round. Bug doubted that the steaming scat snake her sizable snack made would have much of an opinion about her second life though, as by the time she was released from the rectum she would have been relegated to just a cooling mound of manure blocking a bog.

Just another life cooked into a smooth brown swirl in her toilet, as Bug could already picture how Sherbette’s remains would carefully ease out of her round rear. The greasy sensation sure to be enjoyable, as she savoured the feeling of a few partially digested bones brushing past her yawning exit. The tight squeeze that was the tour of her body sure to tan her treat a healthy shade of mud, but any hardship would soon be easier once Sherbette settled in and got all soft and sloshy after a short stint in the churning care of her stomach. Bug running her hand over the nice little belly bulge her curled-up classmate made with a slow stroke, as she pictured it gradually getting smaller until all that remained of her bleating peer was shit ready to come out.

Such an indulgence sure to make a fat dump, though if it was anything like the last couple of guzzled girls, she would just be another firm and perfectly clay-like pile. This outcome all but guaranteed, as Bug had been sure to liberate her squealing helping of her stuffy school uniform, with the stripped garments now laying scattered around her in a disorganized shambles where they fell. Shoes, skirt, silky socks, shirt, all removed, allowing her meal to make her egress au naturale, removing the risk of any of the bland clothing catching unpleasantly in her colon on the way out. This little effort to remove her flailing fodder’s tasteless wrapper ensuring that when the time came to hit the plunger to send Sherbette towards the school sewers, all that had came out of Bug’s satisfyingly spread brown eye would be pure Sherbette.

This lack of indigestible fibre sure to make the consistency of the coil a uniform fudge, as Bug’s efficient innards broke her babe banquet down into her more easily metabolized base components. This inhospitable treatment rather thorough in creating future faeces, and it was more than likely that there might not be any lingering chunks of skeleton to tickle her turd-cutter, leaving just blissfully boneless logs to stretch out her anus with a tender thrum. Bug pondering this satisfying stream of speculation as she lounged in the aftermath of her engorging serving of still wiggling student, as though she didn’t know exactly what form Sherbette’s reconstituted remains would make, she was sure that the view from the bowl would be good…..


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With a final swallow Bug caps off her most recent consumption of a classmate, leaving her to speculate on the sort of shit her mewling meal would make...

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This image of a ravenous Bug was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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