Posted by fntrdy2001 8 years ago Report

those girls... are just jelly now??

Posted by IndifferentEmpath 8 years ago Report

Seems that way.

Posted by fntrdy2001 8 years ago Report

you like to dissolve young girls body into jelly?

Posted by Nihles 8 years ago Report

Lovely poetry in my opinion. I can tell you had fun writing it. Gotta mess with the formula every once in a while right?

Posted by IndifferentEmpath 8 years ago Report

Thanks. It started as a normal story but for whatever reason I decided to interject the poem. Was worth trying once.

Posted by ifdre 5 years ago Report

Has this really happened in the story? Or the girls were eaten and digested just in poetry?

Posted by IndifferentEmpath 5 years ago Report

It certainly did really happen!

Posted by ifdre 5 years ago Report

Alright. Then,is he going to take the snakes and remains of his daughters?

Posted by IndifferentEmpath 5 years ago Report

I'm afraid I have no idea, he didn't tell me. It's definitely possible though!

Posted by feauxen 1 year ago Report

Okay that...was terrible. It's like you've never even HEARD of meter, and some of your rhymes were frankly quite tortured.

I'm not saying all of mine are better (though most of them are in my humble opinion) but I DID at least clean up the meter because quite frankly I could not tolerate the sight of that half-prose abomination without compulsively fixing it. It wouldn't have been half as bad if you didn't have a few lines in there that were perfect as is and following a nice poetic lilt, just to remind everyone that you were aping a rather elegantly-written poem.

So anyway, I now present to you the new and improved...

'Twas the Night Bevore Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and outside the house,
Something was stirring, too large for a mouse!
A forked tongue poked through the wide window ajar,
In search of sweet girls sensed from afar;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While one large bull pythons slipped with two friends.
The first snake arrived at the eldest brunette,
Who giggled and twitched as her feet felt quite wet.
Snake two and three chose to cross the wood floor,
Intent on devouring the twins by the door.
Kelly slept peacefully, as she slowly she was
Uncaringly swept through the snake's gaping jaws.
Her dainty long legs and slender nice hips,
Sank deeper and deeper into the snake's midst,
A swallowing force pulled her tummy inside,
Her lily-white form made the snake look quite wide.
Her large bosom breasts posed a bit of a problem,
But the snake stretched itself; slurped them up like an odd crumb.
And Kelley moaned softly as she dreamt of a hunk,
While in truth, there she was, in a snake deeply sunk.
Oh Sasha and Sam, what a cute pair you make!
Each of you stuffed in your own private snake!
Your cute teenage features stretch predators taut,
As you dream naughty dreams of encounters quite hot!
With Kelly's tight body zipped up at the head,
And the twins going down another way in their stead;
Their black hair and red down snake throats like a snack,
Neck, shoulders, and tits bulging like Santa's sack.
As the Kelley stuffed snake slithered out from the room,
Young Sasha and Sam were over halfway to their doom;
Slim hips and wet pussies showed visible glee,
Although bare moments later they were gone to the knee.
The snakes nearly finished, their meals were so fine,
The twins' heads, breasts and hips made a damn sexy line!
Stuffed full of hot teens (on vacation, no less)
The snakes finished eating the girls who sensed less.
The two snakes joined the third, curled up 'neath a tree,
I would never have thought such a sight I should see!
Kelly Sasha and Sam, wrapped up tight snug and lewd,
Their beautiful bodies reduced to just food!
Settled in for the night were the three woman crew,
Hours passed as and they all slowly started to stew.
I awoke in the morning, stumbled into the room;
And felt shock at the sight of my progeny's doom.
I prodded and poked at the swollen snake bellies,
They quivered and shook like masses of jelly.
I sighed to myself, dismayed at the waste;
For my daughters I had always been eager to taste.
Their tight hot young forms raised my morning wood high;
And the thought of their faces made great sperm jets let fly,
My jollies fulfilled I thought for a moment,
Then fetched my film camera to capture their new bent,
Snapping shots quickly a thought struck my head,
Should I not now commemorate these three Christmas dead?
So a card did I craft with the girls on the front,
But inside naught but stomachs so tight you'd see cunts!
I knew my daughters were immortalised then,
Cocks, pussies and tits stroked for decades to them.
Relieved at the loss and my daughters tight plight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”