"Before the biggening, Merre was scared of these snake ladies. Merre was scared of many things that could hurt her. Humans were the scariest, but snake ladies were mean too. If Merre got too near, they would hit her with tail! Sometimes squeeze her with tail and bite with fang!
Now, Merre big. Snake ladies small. Snake ladies taste good and fill belly nicely!"


Indeed, before Merre grew ten times her normal size, these Lamias would torment her, sometimes purely for fun. She could fight back and escape, but it was still a considerably frightening experience.

As a lone cat woman, Merre had to make the most, hunting small animals and insects, but any other demi-people were to be avoided. Even other cat people could be dangerous.
But now, these Lamias were amongst her new list of food to be hunted and preyed upon.

These two were not ones she recognised, but had been unfortunate enough to be resting in the rising sun one morning, as the oversized hungry cat woman was on the prowl. They were too sluggish to get away as she leapt from the small cliff face above, pinning them both down.

Merre had learned that despite how difficult and wriggly these Lamias are, they were very filling once consumed. Shifting her weight to get comfortable, she moves to grab one in each hand. They both respond by wrapping round her fingers, squeezing, biting, but it is nothing compared to what she experienced before.

The one with the blue tail and fairer skin grows worn out faster, and as her human torso separates from the cat woman's thumb, she finds herself in a wet, dark chamber. A gentle bite gets her wriggling again, but her lack of energy is her untimely downfall.

As the blue tail slaps Merre in the face repeatedly, the other Lamia finally looks up to see what's happening – her friend's tail seemingly shrinking, a wriggling lump in this gigantic feline's throat growing. Her friend is being consumed by this stinking cat! She forgets fighting back and tries to wriggle free, but Merre pinches her tail tightly, leaving her stuck in place.

By the time the blue Lamia is half way inside the feline, her head has entered the stomach, a terrible chamber of stale air. Lowering further, she plunges head first into the juices at the bottom, her blonde hair getting drenched. Try as she might, her tail is being forced down, slowly but surely. Her attempts to remain out the liquid are in vain as finally, her entire tail is inside this organ. Part of her is in that horrible acid regardless of how much she thrashes and tries to find a way out.

Naturally, it's a one way trip for prey. The external snake-woman is growing fully exhausted, and with the simple pinching, her tail is incredibly painful and lost a lot of feeling. The, she feels herself fall to the ground. Did that feline get bored? Not questioning it, she slithers away... For all of a second.

Her tail is stuck on something. Looking back, she finds her second wind and flails around again, coiling up – A third of her tail from the tip is in the cat's maw, and is on a one way trip down her throat! She hisses, then bites the feline's nose – an action with little effect. Her tail slips through those lips and drags her upper human half with her, across the row of teeth which seal above her as she goes into a tight passage. Soon, she's reunited with her friend, and a few bones of her last dozen meals in various states of decay.

Happy with her hunt and meal, she gets comfortable and idly cleans herself, feeling the incredibly full stomach struggle for several minutes before settling down. Happy with her grooming, she gets comfortable, lying on her back, and having a nap.

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