She was called 408. Her real name had long since been lost to the bureaucracy of the meat markets, as at this point, she was little more than a voluptuous lump of meat to be exchanged and traded no differently than any other commodity. Family debts the supposedly honourable cause of her being relegated to a disposable chattel slave, but even so she had thought her higher intelligence would have earned her some sort of cushy administration job. Instead, she had seen her title change hands several times, at an alarmingly ever-discounted price, as she was callusy stamped as a low-value slave lacking in actually useful skills. Her high opinion of herself disgusted at her treatment, as to her horror she realized she was likely to be earmarked as a sex slave, or even worse a labourer.

In reality, she was going to be the most recent feeder sow for one of the many exotic pets in her new master’s menagerie, something she only became aware of when she was tossed naked and shivering onto the stone floor of the creature’s pen. Her use now little more than her calorific content, and how pleasing a sexily shaped swelling she would make within the accommodating stomach of a large sea slug. The hungry mollusc swiftly seizing her with its slimy tentacles, as 408 swiftly realized she was about to die in a sickeningly pathetic way. She started to embarrassingly grovel, not wanting people to look as she departed this world as a jibbering lump of lunchmeat, even though at this point her opinion was little more than a whimpering white noise. A camera would capture the entire sorry scene for prosperity, like all the other female fodder displayed on the live-feeding lottery.

She could only weakly wriggle against its ravenous advances, as she was fed feet-first into the monstrous mollusc’s yawning maw, which effortlessly guzzled her down with a string of sucking swallows. 408 rapidly becoming intimate with the invertebrate’s primitive digestive tract, as she sank ever deeper into the damp darkness of its undulating gullet. Squeezing tendrils snaking around her writhing curves like heavy-handed pythons, mashing into her doughy flesh as it dragged her to her digestive doom. The slug manipulating its mewling meal as it fed, kneading and groping her tender meat, as it took its fill of the feminine figure that would soon be languishing within its pleasantly stretched gut.

In the space of a minute, she went from woman to bleating bulge, slowly oozing towards the slug’s waiting stomach with a quivering seep. The stale atmosphere almost alien against her clammy skin, as a glazing of sweat and saliva glided her smoothly towards the gut. All the while the multiple appendages wrapped around her packed-away physique continued to molest her soft skin, as she became aware of the greasy appendages wrapping around her neck and limbs, snuggly restraining her, as the drooping dollop of deadweight she had been relegated to slotted into its proper place. 408 feeling a sphincter slurping open over her toes, as with a peristaltic ripple she was pushed into the stale space where she would be spending the rest of her short life.

408 couldn’t see within the clammy confines of the sweltering abyss, and even if she could she would have found the stifling humidity had fogged up her glasses which had miraculously remained upon her cringing face. The tactile touch of the gastric chamber churning against her, lathering against her fidgeting form, as she found herself up to her waist in steamy juices, that she could only infer was stomach acid, though thankfully the putrid liquid wasn’t burning yet. The little dashing of mascara she had applied to doll up her appearance was coming back to haunt her, as the inky make-up began to run down her cheeks on rivulets of her own salty perspiration.

She knew she couldn’t escape; it was now her fate to be food for some lesser creature, as she could barely even twitch against the muscular walls compressing down on her. She instinctually wanted to kick, but with her arms and legs securely bound by living ropes there was little she could do to protest her predicament. A shameful tummy tantrum yearning to play out, but she simply didn’t have the space to squirm, leaving her to wallow in the phlegmy mucus glazing every inch of her trapped body. 408 unwillingly forced to settle into stew, as she was smart enough to know if she didn’t get out of here, she would soon be a molten mush pushing through this slug’s plumbing. Perhaps if she writhed enough, she might cause it enough indigestion to regurgitate her, but what as to stop her owner from just letting it devour her again, regardless of how much distress she caused its digestive system.

She was screwed, little more than an alluringly shaped protrusion straining a beast’s oily hide, that would soon begin to round out as nature took its course. 408 could feel herself becoming light-headed, as the limited supply of air she had smuggled down with her burned away with each shallow breath. Somehow, she wasn’t hyperventilating, but she would suffocate all the same, as the hostile hug coiling around her grew ever tighter with a crushing constriction. Her feeble effeminate physique unable to push back the moist compressions squishing over her encapsulated contours, leaving her groggy and ready to give up. The slug unbothered by its demoralized damsel dinner, she was but its weekly indulgence, chubby nutrients to assimilate into its greater whole, regardless of what the nerd’s lofty ego thought she should amount to. Every facet of her being was its now, as even now its many limbs continued to explore the large lump of primate pork its owner had gifted it. She was nothing special, but it had the urge to sleep and diligently process its curvaceous catch, besides 408 would stop moving soon and politely tuck her head in, like the good servant snack she was sold as…..

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A nerdy slave girl finds herself fed to a giant sea slug in her new master's menagerie...

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