Buzzz buzzzz......buzzzz buzzzz... The small plastic rectangle danced in place on the countertop, it's display lit up displaying big block letters, AGENT. I stumble out of the bathroom in a mad flurry, like a wino being forcibly removed from the local pub. Snatching the vibrating phone and pressing accept call in one quick motion, I listen intently as my agent gives an aspiring actress the best news of their career.
 
 "I got you a role in an upcoming, low-budget film, Anaconda Reckoning...or Returns...or Re-something, look it doesn't matter. Director is some eccentric looney going on about making the effects as practical and realistic as possible. He didn't need an audition, he just asked to see a picture and said you'll do. You're going to be a stunt person for the main actress, some has been C-Lister that has a similar build to you. Anyway, congratulations, it's your first gig, kid, make the most of it."
 
 I lowered the phone and stared at the flashing 'CALL ENDED' message that faded into a home screen and then into a black mirror in which a reflection of my own shocked face stared back at me. All of a sudden a burst of energy jolted through my body and I jumped in the air a let out a celebratory yell. I can't believe it, what luck....my first job in Hollywood, I made it!
 
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 A few days and a plane trip to South America later, and I was on the set going through various routines of running through underbrush in the place of my overly self important counterpart. She barely tolerated walking from the trailer to the set, so I ended up doing most of the theatrical heavy lifting. The first two weeks of filming went on like this, she got a few facial close ups and said her lines, most of which were just screams before I had to take off running again, and I got all of the bumps, scrapes, bruises and bug bites that were meant for her. On the plus side, with such a skimpy outfit "our" character wore, my exposed skin was a nice sun kissed tan that glistened nicely with the ever present layer of sweat caused by the heat and my constant work outs. Today, however, was going to be different, today was when we shoot the big climax of the film, the scene where the hero of the story has to hurry to save the damsel (our character) from the coils of the anaconda before she ends up as its dinner.
 
 Wardrobe gave me a quick once over, making sure everything was in place, from my dirty white tank top and cut off jean shorts that showed a little more of my butt cheeks than I thought appropriate for a jungle adventurer, down to my white socks and hiking boots, and my long brown hair that was pulled back into a messy tail. They gave the director the thumbs up and he called out for the effects team to bring in the snake. A large metal box was just out of sight of the cameras, covered in foliage for good measure. The doors were unlocked and a massive animatronic green anaconda slithered out. Briefly I stood gob smacked, the attention to detail was unreal, it was so lifelike in it's movements as it slithered toward me, stopping just a few feet away. The snake they built was so big, looked to be about 8 meters long, normally something that size only gets partially built and camera tricks are used to make it seem bigger....but my agent did say this guy was crazy about realism. As I stood on my mark, in awe of the towering beast that had now reared back climbing to a height well above my head I almost didn't realize the director yell out, "Action!"
 
 As if reacting to the que of the director, the reptile struck out with lightening speed and bit down onto my shoulder. The force knocked me off balance and took the breath out of my lungs, although I didn't have time to fall back as a loop of scaly coil wrapped around my back and torso, then another, and another, soon only my head and legs from the knee down were exposed...the rest of me trapped within a writhing mass of muscular tubes that made up the snakes body. My brain screamed 'WHAT THE HELL!?', but my mouth squeeked and sputtered for air. The coils tightened as the mouth of the snake dislodged itself from my bloody shoulder, it's serrated teeth having torn gouges into my flesh and likely crushed my collarbone. I begin to whimper and groan as the face of the anaconda leveled with my own reddening gaze. It's eyes looked right through me, so cold and lifeless, they were mesmerizing, they drilled a fear into me unlike any I had ever felt before.
 
 The immense coils gave a few twists, squeezing in on themselves and crushing into my body, the scales massaging across my flesh. It might have felt nice if not for the creaking and popping of bone trying to withstand the pressure. Just as my vision started to blur and my eyes felt as they were rolling back into my head, ready to pass out from the lack of air and abundance of pain....the coils slackened a bit. Drool escaped my lips as I attempted to greedily suck in whatever air I could during this brief respite. The snake was confidant in the complete domination it had over its meal, and didn't proceed in completely crushing me before it opened its jaw and slowly moved toward my head. I looked into the soft, saliva soaked pink maw and realization washed over me, this isn't an elaborate animatronic snake...it's a real life anaconda. I was being eaten alive, I was going to die here for the sake of getting a 'realistic' shot for the movie. Tears began to stream down my face as I tried to scream again, watching the gaping maw slowly moving towards me, hearing the sickening clicks as the jaw unhinged and the maw grew even more.
 
 A wave of hot air assaulted my face just before the entire world went dark. The snake had taken my entire head in one swift gulp. The sounds of the jungle outside were a weak muffle now, replaced with steady breathing, moist flesh, a dull rhythmic heartbeat, and the occasional gulping sound as the beast slowly worked it's way down my body. Coils loosened and flexed to move my limp, sore body sideways so that it could try to take my shoulders in more easily. The crushed collarbone made this task slightly easier than usual and the snakes powerful jaws got to work on my chest and torso. A few mighty gulps later and my body was halfway gone, only my hips, ass, and legs now protruded from the maw of the monstrous reptile. The director had no complaints about the close ups he was able to get of my endowed, jiggling bottom as it got slurped slowly into the cavernous maw. Suddenly I shifted again, the snake twisted me in its grasp to now be facing upwards as I slid down its muscular throat. My tank top slid down exposing my bare chest to the slimy flesh. Similarly, as my hips entered the throat, my tiny shorts began to slide down my saliva soaked thighs. As the snake sucked in my toned legs, my hiking boots fell off and the camera got a quick shot of wriggling white socks before they disappeared into the snakes closing mouth.
 
 Squeezed by warm wet flesh from all sides, I slipped further into the beast. My tank top stretched and tearing due to the flexing of the throat, and my shorts and panties slipped down around my knees. My head stopped and started pressing hard into a tight ring of flesh that slowly opened and stretched over my scalp...my head had entered the stomach. It felt like an eternity for my body to be pushed into it's final resting place, a caustic tomb of which there is only one escape. As the sphincter closed after depositing my toes into the stomach, the powerful muscles around the organ wasted no time getting to work on breaking me down. They squeezed and massaged into my tender flesh, spreading acids and enzymes intending to break me down to little more than a few bits of hair and bone. I moaned and whined attempted to beg for mercy, but nothing stopped the natural machinery of this apex predator. My skin tingled and burned, my bones ached and groaned, my mind begged and cried, my body orgasmed....hard. Harder than I had ever felt before, a strange ripple of bliss burst through the terror and pain. Shame and confusion settled in next as the pain of being digested alive began to quickly overtake all other sensations both physically and emotionally. I tried to scream out, it was no use, the pressure of the stomach kept my lungs just barely operational. I felt my body begin to break down, melting in the caustic nutrient soup, my lifeforce faded as I was slowly absorbed. The satisfied snake, now returned to it's natural watery environment, will finish the rest of my body over the next few days. Leaving behind very little, maybe some acid soaked shorts and some clumps of brown hair to float downstream.