A drawing of my favorite thick model, Scarlett, performing a strip dance after a private session with a lucky client. As with the last Scarlett drawing I did,  Shrapnel333 was kind enough to do another stellar companion story:

Amie was excited. She had won a private session with her favorite Chocolate Model, Scarlett. Amie, busty, with short black hair, followed the assistant to the back of the studio. “Usually, it’s men who win these contests,” she said, trying to make conversation.
“I just find Scarlett very…compelling,” Amie said, blushing slightly as the assistant looked at her, an eyebrow slightly raised.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” the assistant said, opening a door to a private room with a comfy-looking chair placed before a raised stage with a stripper pole. “Scarlett will be right in. Enjoy your compelling show,” she said, slowly closing the door behind.
Amie took a seat, heart fluttering with anticipation. Another door opened and Amie looked over to see the model walk in, heals clicking across the floor. The Latina had her hair tied up in a bun. She was wearing a robe that barely stretched over her gargantuan hips and which was too short to conceal her bountiful thighs. Her brown eyes scanned Amie up and down, and her plump lips pursed, as if she were savoring the sight. Amie felt her face flush again.
“H-Hi!” she stammered. “I’m A-Amie.”
“I know who you are,” said Scarlett. “Take off your shirt and pants. Shoes too.”
Amie’s blue eyes bugged out of her skull. Her favorite model was there, right before her, wearing a robe and maybe nothing else, and she had just told Amie to undress. Scarlett smiled and waited. Finally, Amie was able to stammer a reply, the only thing she could think to say: “I’m not w-wearing a b-bra.”
At that, Scarlett smirked and walked over to a table against the wall. She came back bearing two flat, heart-shaped things. “Here,” she said. “Put these on.”
Amie took the hearts and realized they were pasties to cover her nipples. She hadn’t realized that she could blush any deeper than she already was, but her face suddenly felt much hotter than before. “Okay,” she said, meekly.
Scarlett watched as Amie pulled off her blouse, trying to conceal her massive bust in the process. Scarlett drank in the sight, obviously appreciating the sight of Amie’s upper body. Her gaze almost seemed hungry as Amie affixed the pasties one at a time. Then she wiggled out of her jeggings, her own hips and butt big enough to give her trouble. At last, she stood before the model, clad only in pasties and her pink panties.
Scarlett stepped forward, coming close enough for Amie to feel the heat of her body. She placed her hands on Amie’s shoulders and pushed, sending Amie into the chair. Then she got up on the platform, facing away from Amie, and disrobed. Underneath, the only thing Scarlett was wearing was a bra. Her gigantic ass shined with oil and immediately captivated Amie.
Scarlett began dancing, her booty bouncing and wobbling. Amie was utterly entranced, taking in as much as she could. She leaned forward in the chair as Scarlett swung around the pole, squatted and clapped her cheeks, and got onto all fours to crawl away, giving Amie tantalizing glimpses between those massive cheeks.
Amie began feeling a bit light-headed, likely caused by the blood pounding in her ears (and other places!). Scarlett turned to her and stepped off the stage. She strutted over seductively, flesh jiggling all over. It wasn’t until the model was right in front of Amie’s chair that she realized something was wrong. Though of similar heights, Scarlett now towered over her, much more than she should even with Amie seated. Scarlett was now the size of a tall building! “What?” exclaimed Amie. “H-how did I g-get so small?”
Scarlett peered down, smiling. “Ready for your lap dance?” she asked.
“L-lap d-dance?” stammered Amie.
Scarlett nodded and turned around, aiming her butt at the shrunken contest winner. “Sit back and let me take care of everything.” Amie was already leaning back to look at the colossal figure before her. Scarlett’s ass was truly magnificent in its proportions and Amie worried that if the model brought her booty down she’d be squished.
She shouldn’t have worried, however. Scarlett’s aim was true. She sat down in Amie’s “lap,” her cheeks forming walls of rippling flesh on either side of the tiny woman. Amie was lodged firmly in the model’s crack. The flesh wrapped around her, warm and sweet-smelling and slightly damp with sweat and oil. Scarlett started grinding her butt into the seat. Amie found herself pushed this way and that, unable to resist the force of the mighty booty that had utterly engulfed her.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Scarlett asked. “Do you like having my big butt all over you?” She squeezed her cheeks together, causing the soft flesh to press all around her. “I love giving these dances to women. They’re always appreciative in just the right ways. I hope you’re enjoying being in my crack as much as I enjoy having you there.”
The truth was, Amie was enjoying being in Scarlett’s ass, enjoying it immensely. She felt safe and warm and was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. The model’s ass had always been alluring to Amie, who was simply flabbergasted that a woman with hips this wide and an ass this big and thighs this thick could have a waist this thin. It seemed to defy the laws of physics, and now, it turns out, this booty could in fact do just that, somehow shrinking her.
It was about this time that Amie noticed that she was being drawn inexorably deeper into the model’s crack. Looking up she could see the tight, pink ring of Scarlett’s asshole. It seemed to be growing in size, but Amie assumed that was because she was getting closer. It winked at her, anticipating her touch. Amie’s forbidden hopes flared in her mind.
Amie was slick with sweat, hers and Scarlett’s, as the model wiggled in just the right way to finally bring Amie into contact with that crinkled ring of muscle. It flexed against her hand, opening slightly and gripping her fingers. It seemed to pause, adjusting to the intrusion, before opening further and drawing Amie’s hand entirely into its depths.
“That’s exactly what I mean,” said Scarlett. “You just can’t wait to get into my booty, can you? I’m going to swallow you up, sweetheart.”
Amie watched, fascinated, as the sphincter drew her arm deeper. As hot as it was between Scarlett’s cheeks, it was much hotter in her bowels. Soon, it had engulfed her arm up to the shoulder. Amie’s face was right against the slick muscular ring, and she couldn’t resist giving it a smooch. Amie licked her lips, marveling at the pleasant taste. Whether it was the natural flavor of Scarlett’s backside, the oil she had spread all over and between her cheeks before her appearance, or the body wash she’d used in her last shower, the model’s backdoor tasted amazing. Amie started showering it with sloppy, wet kisses as it swallowed more of her.
“Keep that up, it feels amazing,” said Scarlett, still grinding her ass into the chair. “I love it when a meal is appreciative while I eat it.”
Amie is pulled slowly into the humid bowels of her favorite model. Her insides are slick with a clear slime, making the pink walls shine in the dim light peeking around the tight muscle encircling Amie’s shoulders. She kisses the walls, rubbing her arms against them in an effort to bring as much pleasure to Scarlett as she can. The walls shudder with the contact and Amie can hear Scarlett moan softly with appreciation.
Soon, Amie is almost entirely swallowed up. Her feet stick out into the comparatively cooler air of the deepest depths of Scarlett’s crack. She’s utterly at the mercy of her model, but she knows that whatever fate awaits her in Scarlett’s bowels, she’ll enjoy it.
She feels Scarlett get up and walk. The model takes a big step, causing the tight intestinal tunnel to squeeze tightly around her momentarily, and Amie realizes Scarlett has returned to the stage. She hears the model’s chuckle reverberate around her. “Nobody even knows you’re trapped in there. Not that you seem to mind. I’ll be dancing ALL night, so stay comfortable.”

Scarlett always performed best with extra motivation. That’s why she loved having the contest winners come in first. A living buttplug kept the blood flowing, especially the enthusiastic ones. She could feel her tiny meal squirming inside her bowels, not to get out, but to give her devourer pleasure.
Scarlett told her assistant to set up for the next gig, a bachelorette party, full of drunk horny women. Scarlett was going to give them an excellent striptease, followed by giving every one of them a lap dance. She already imagined how it would go, with her saving the bride-to-be for last. She’s grind against the woman’s lap, then stand up, bend over, and shove the woman’s face into her ass. If the woman wasn’t too drunk by that point, she might just notice the tiny pair of feet right before they were slurped up Scarlett’s ass.
She’d send Amie through her bowels for the rest of the night, before finally heading to bed with a full belly. Scarlett smiled broadly as she prepared for her next dance. Amie would get shit out in the morning, and then the real fun would begin…

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