Something vorish I started writing while painting that last pic of  karbo's Crisis

, an attempt to show what its like to be hapless prey for a beautiful giant naga

Well it is “soft vore” but I used a more suspenseful and freaky writing tone and a lot of experiential descriptions, realistic to the best extent of my knowledge! don’t worry no digestion though!


And who likes speculative statistics! Before they read!

And before you say “that’s too damn heavy!” remember that an 100 feet blue whale is 150 odd metric tonnes much less a 400 foot naga who is also proportionally thicker. these numbers are partial calculation and partial guessing, i think they give a better idea of how things are than what people usually put out there but still i didnt go too serious on figuring em out

Lol but fur the energy intake, much of that is guesswork, and I don’t care about structural limitations of calcium based skeletons in giants =P…at least for now..lol felarya is magic =P! oh ya and felaryan magic boosts the immunity possibly preventing the growth of bad breath bacteria on interior surfaces I dunno lol.
Anyway..here ya go

Average Human

Height: 5’8”
weight: 150lbs
Stomach capacity: 3 liters
ideal energy intake 2000 kcal/day (approx. 4 lbs of food) 2.6%

Crisis: mid-size Felaryan Giant naga (warm blooded-human base snake mimic)

Standing Height: 103’
Length (head to tail): 400’
weight : 2,504,950 lbs (1,136 metric tons)
Anterior Stomach capacity : 14 cubic meters
Posterior stomach capacity : 160 cubic meters
ideal energy intake: 16,500,000 kcal/day (approx. 33,000 lbs of food) 1.3% total weight (snake energy efficiency)

And now Meet thy doom in crisis’ sexay belleh!


A PASSING BEAUTY

In a moment the woods of your local park had changed, in a wavering of light and ghostly sound the familiar wooded path lined with by the thin trunks of young maples and poplars had transformed into an uneven jungle floor matted with moss and roots. The trees around you now at their smallest are thick and mighty. And at their largest, colossal mountains of wood the size of skyscrapers that rise up hundreds of feet into a dark intertwined mess of leaves and branches that block out the sky , leaving the forest floor in a deep green tinted shade, save for a few pools of yellow light streaming down in organically shaped spotlights.

You walk forward gingerly in a perplexed state, drawing yourself away from the imposing awe of the forest to make sure of your footing with each step on the constantly varying texture of the forest floor. It no longer feels like the cool spring day you had set out on your walk on, but more appropriate your current surroundings; like the damp heat of a tropical jungle and sweat begins to leak from your skin.

As the strange noises echoing through the air become more apparent you become increasingly cautious and of increasing despair at the recognition of your own minuscule size in this gigantic world of primal nature.

You unwittingly pass through a cloud of insects and brush them from your face and duck away from them and into a spot of light. You the swarm a dirty look and gathering your composure ,only to feel the next second a tug on the back of your shirt followed by two more, poking at you like little sticks. You whip around quickly and fan your back with your hand feeling furry and hard thin forms. The thing scrambles quickly onto your shoulder and head responding to your action and then the sensations disappear with a flapping, above you flies away a huge blue and black butterfly with a wingspan as broad as your chest following the stream of light up into the trees.

You stand dumbfounded and chreeped out watching the thing fly off, and as your eyes adjust to downpour of light … something else catches your eye, and you move out into the shade to get a better look.

Amongst the tangles of immense branches far overhead is a similar twisting shape, but even in the dark of the forest canopy you can make out not a woody or leafy texture on its surface, but a smooth one colored greenish blue and spotted with lighter, but similarly colored rings all along its length. You observe it carefully for a few seconds and as if activated by your gaze, the massive thing slithers itself slowly from its coils around the equally gigantic branches. Panicking at the sight of what you realized to be a snake, nearly as thick as a house, you begin to run towards a small enclave you spot in the roots of a tree. You hear something rustle and crack loudly behind you but dare not look back.

Just four feet from the promise of cover and you ready yourself to dive in, when suddenly you’re stopped in your tracks and are hoisted off your feet by two round tipped peach colored masses clamping around your chest. Looking down at them you see the familiar form of a fingernail and texture of human skin only here on a huge scale.

The fingers around your torso hold you firm with immovable strength. Below you the dark of the forest floor retreats and the pillars of smaller trees seem to converge on the place where you stood as their bases recede in your fleeting perspective.

you break the basest level of the canopy as the giant hand pushes aside foliage and branches nearly as thick as your own body. The digits slip for a second and gravity jerks your body downward, but two fingers and a thumb snap back around to reclaim you and continue their ascent.

The haven of leaves grows brighter and the air cooler, the filterings of light grow more numerous and the green around you more vibrant, above you now appears the shape of a massive chin’s underside rising far ahead of you, obscured by the passing branches. and in the next moment you’re out in the dazzling light of a late morning sun.

You know what you’re seeing but your mind lags behind and you look on blankly. teeth clenched with worry, you notice you’re now clinging to that antagonistic thumb in a tight embrace. Before you A giant fair skinned human figure rears itself up amongst the treetops and combs its mass of blonde hair from its face, a bit of leaves and branches tumbling from its tangles go fluttering and tumbling down its back, and from behind the curtain of hair emerges the gigantic sleepy face of good looking young woman .

With little attention to you she stretches both her arms upward and outward raising you another forty feet higher in no more than a second. Below she lets out a huge yawn with a sigh undeniably feminine but with a powerful bellowing force behind it. her massive torso flexes to the side as her entire body joins in with the yawn, One of her slowly swaying breasts pushing aside a treetop, scaring birds from their perches.

Suddenly her arms drop, sending you on a frightful decent, bringing you to an abrupt stop in front of her navel and forcing a gasp out of your lungs. Looking around, you see on her sides scattered scales of the same color as the snake like form you had seen before, and below her pelvis is the exact form of that snake extending from her human torso, down through the massive branches below into the depths of the forest.`

From what you can see of her face beyond the a leafy branches pressed against her body now above you and the looming forms of her chest, the giant was staring wide eyed with a serene smile on her face over the treetops, Sun brightly reflecting off her peachy skin. Her shapely belly beside you expands and contracts gently with her breathing. Your heartbeat begins to slow from the wild ride as you behold her peace and reassuring notions of arise in your mind as you take in her gentle demeanor.

You decide to speak up.

“He…” you try but you hear just how quiet your voice is and try again projecting at the top of your voice.
“Hello!?"

The end of your calm shout is contested by a low vibrating growl emanating from within her torso followed by a strained gurgle.

She looks down, seemingly more so at the sound of her stomach than your call but nevertheless obliges you a cheery smile and speaks surprisingly in your language “hey! hehe” s’cuse me, its just a really nice morning!” . She lifts you upwards to her eye level, keeping you about thirty feet from her face with her partially outstretched arm.
She tilts her head and gives you a big friendly grin, flashing a set of clean and literally pearl white teeth,. The pores and texture of her skin are so minute her face almost seems to appear like an entirely smooth and polished surface unlike any humanly possible complexion. Aside from a few branches strewn through her hair everything on her was almost eerily pristine and brilliant. You smile back weakly a bit unsure.

You open you mouth to question her intentions “ why did you gr..”. but are interrupted by her overpowering voice with what seemed like continuation of her earlier response “ I am actually really hungry right now.

Her big blue eyes are now fixed on you with a worrying excited expectation, her smile broadens and the giants massive pink tongue wipes across her teeth and lips and retracts back inside.

The terrible realization of her use for you hits as she brings you closer to her face, the individual fibres within her hungry eyes become apparent as her face nears, but now its towards her mouth you’re lowered as she tilts her head back slightly.

you emphatically plead and reason as fast as possible but are unable to make yourself entirely desperate in your speech, still, in some way thinking it impossible for such innocent and beautiful person to simply make you into their food.

The approaching lips and teeth and part as she dangles your feet inches in front of her mouth and you begin to struggle. Her lips stretch forward and lock around your leg with insane holding power , keeping it entirely constrained, you kick with your other leg as much as possible at her nose and lips with nothing but little giggles in return. Although soft her skin and flesh seems hearty and tough resisting any mark from you struggles.

You feel a sudden suction on your leg and you’re jerked down with a loud slurp and your other leg is pulled in, and you’re now waist deep in her mouth. But just as quickly you’re pulled back out by the fingers still around your chest, your feet now shoeless. The giant leans her head back even more and you’re now dangling just a few feet from the lips that nearly just engulfed you. her tongue flicks out quickly, licking her lips once more and you hear a glurching sound as the muscles of her neck contract in a swallow, as your lost shoes now most certainly have disappeared down her throat.

An extreme chill runs down your spine as the certainty of your doom waxes greater and greater and you once again begin to plead and instinctually raise your legs and arms chaotically as far away from her mouth as possible clinging to her fingers desperately.

“You're a wiggly one! hehe!”the chuckled words come on a gust of surprisingly clean and fresh hot breath from between her lips, with their opening and closing the dark depths of her throat come into view and your panicked flailings become even more chaotic. She lets out a little gasp of delight at the sight of your dancing appendages and her mouth flies open wide, her tongue extending out under you. Saliva drips from every tooth and fleshy crevice and crosses the gaping cavern in thin strands, the full damp heat from within wafts out and around you.

You look up one last time to massive yet delicate features of her face, her eyes are now closed gleefully. she drops you in and are caught with a clap of her lips around your chest the rest of your body within her mouth, inside you can feel the massive tasting muscle begin to probe your body, drenching you with wetness and warmth, your head still outside, the only thing in your sight now is the underside of her nose and you feel slight gust as she breathes out through her nostrils.

You feel the clamp of her bite come down on your torso slightly and fear the coming shear, but what comes is only a soft slurp and your head squeezes in past the flesh of her lips, you try to scream, but you’re muffled by the passing of the walls of flesh and the world goes dark.

The air is hot and humid inside her closed mouth, and you get entirely soaked in warm semi viscous saliva. The mouth is truly cavernous, large enough for at least four of you to fit inside. You hear behind you the slow breaths she’s taking through her nose funnelling in and out of her throat and you attempt to raise yourself up and crawl as far away from the sound as possible.

Its almost entirely dark , everything is a variation of deep shadow, only the whiteness of her teeth have definite forms. The mass of tongue beneath you comes alive and tosses you to the roof of her mouth, then flips around and wraps over you, pinning you underneath its weight submerging you into a pool of saliva, you hold your breath and close your eyes from the slime.

In the warm wetness you're able to grasp at composure once more. You plunge your hand through the watery slime into your pocket and pull out your keychain, unfolding a small flipknife, feeling it out by memory. You’re overturned by Her tongue once more and it pushes you against her teeth and it wipes across your entire body a few times , burying your face deep in its lumpy surface. A cute but ominous airy sigh of enjoyment follows echoing out of her throat. Your face is released and you gasp for air, breathing in the taste of partially used air and saliva.

Suddenly her tongue pushes you to the side and light floods the imprisoning fleshy alien world as her lips and teeth part behind you and a gust of fresh air washes over you as she takes a big breath. If there’s a chance to be spat out its now or never and you bring down your small knife on the tip of her tongue. The flesh indents further and further as you push in as far as you can but it becomes apparent its surface is a hide as tough or tougher than her skin and your attack is tossed aside as her tounge pushes you back away from the light of the opening,

Her whole mouth tips upward and you slide past her furthest molar as her lips smack back together wetly ,reinstating the darkness, desperately you try and hold on to her tongue and you feel flesh compress tightly around your legs and the wet sac of her uvula hit the back of your head. You utter one final plea when you are cut off by her rising tongue, and to the sound of the her gulping you’re sucked speedily down her throat, held tight by her oesophagus, the temperature rising with every second you slide. you’re unable to breathe ,trapped in the form fitting confines of her alimentary tube. the sound of a heartbeat grows stronger and stronger along with the temperature until your slide gives way to a fall.

In the pitch darkness you fall on your back hitting the soft slimy ground with a wet splat and slide downward into a cradle of folds. your frightened breaths are heavy and sporadic as your fingers frantically search your keychain still in hand for a another item, you find it, and with shaking hand click a button.

Misty clouds appear in the small beam of the tiny flashlight in your hand, barely visible, the rippled far wall of the chamber. you point to the roof and see a shut pucker in the flesh nearly ten feet up. helpless and broken you breathe in. the air in here is rank, deathly humid and terribly hot , and your breath does nothing to refresh, instead causing your head to spin.

You hear groaning and stretching around you as everything turns on its side and you tumble across the wet folds but manage to get to your feet. Steadying yourself with one hand on the slimy flesh of the wall you hold yourself still in an attempt to find your bearings.

The hand Your leaning on begins to tingle then to sting slightly and you quickly pull it away, you stumble away and splash in a puddle delivering a similar tingling sensation to your foot from which you quickly retract and you stumble and fall, you point your light down at the ground in front of you to see the shimmer of slowly rising puddle and you try and scramble up away from it, only to find your body is feeling heavy and weak. You try to breathe in but the atmosphere in here once again only makes you increasingly lightheaded and your sight begins to blur and spin.

You feel your eyes begin to droop and your finger comes loose from its hold on the flashlight button. You try once more to push yourself up but the action exhausts you and you lie back onto the stomach floor, the misty air now causes your eyes to itch slightly and between this and the onsetting weakness you let them close shut.

Your mind is still going but is slowed beyond your ability to think and your memory fades, The present groaning and flexing sounds of the giants body become more and more vivid as you drift off. your skin starts to tingle and burn slightly all over but you can’t respond. Slipping into unconsciousness the sound of the deep booming heartbeat from above is the last thing you are able to hear and finally you pass out to its lulling rythem…

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