Flat color commission for someone who would liek to remain anonymous, but did ask me to put this story alongside it.

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The Simic scientist propels herself through the water, emerging from the small access pool with the grace afforded to those who could afford the extensive and expensive modifications of the Simic Combine. She almost didn't fit through the small aperture - she was definitely getting a bit big in the posterior and chest area. Adjusting her white dress, she glances over the single specimen floating in the array of tanks. The specimen in question was a mermaid, and a distant evolutionary throwback to the merfolk scientist currently studying the mermaid. The merfolk crosses her legs as she looks at the tail of the mermaid, doing a visual observation. She also notes the fatty deposits on the hips and buttocks, as well as the ample chest. Clearly they managed to make specimen that would be able to bear lots of healthy young.

She looks over at the console and calls on the cellular readout. "Hemoglobin low," she muttered as she looked through the data, "temperature barely low-end, oxygen incredibly low and stabilized, growth rates have stabilized..." Her face remains perfectly neutral, as she takes out a small recording unit. "Specimen unfit for continued breeding. See internal notes." She clicks the recording unit off, then cups her breasts. She almost didn't fit through the water access. On the other hand - she takes a look at the mermaid's ample chest. She gives a small smile, as she taps the screen. "Archive and delete current data? Y/N?" She presses the Y key with a dainty blue finger. "Sterilize containment? Y/N?" She lightly taps the N key. "Biological disposal? Y/N?" She presses the Y key. Immediately, there is bubbling and roiling in the chamber, as the gold-colored liquid drains out of the tank. The mermaid slumps against the glass which begins to retract into the ceiling. Before the mermaid can fall out, the merfolk makes an arcane gesture. Four ghostly tentacles erupt from the floor of the facility and gently cradle the mermaid, raising her far above the ground.

The scientist deftly undoes her ornate belt, which she neatly folds down on the table. She adjusts her dress so that it's not in the way, as she approaches the mermaid. She commands the tentacles to raise the mermaid even higher. At the same time, she focuses her magics inwards, which trigger the various spells of shaping and alteration so that what she does next is possible without damage to herself. The tentacles raise and tilt the mermaid so that her tailfin is touching the merfolk's lips. She opens her mouth extremely wide as the fin is compressed and the tip of the mermaid's tail is in the scientist's mouth. She gives a small swallow as the tail enters the top of her throat. This manipulation causes the mermaid to softly flutter her eyes awake, despite still being very confused. She feels a tightness in the base of her tail, and the fact that she's being held by something strong and rope-like.

The merfolk takes another several swallows as the mermaid is slowly emerging into consciousness. She is grateful for the nutrient fluid acting as some level of lubrication, as the mermaid's tail is getting to be quite the mouthful, as she gulps it down, and is suddenly faced with a more difficult problem. Her nose is buried between the mermaid's buttcheeks as her teeth lightly glaze the bottom of her rump. The scientist hums something under her breath as her tongue probes the mermaid's front. There is a coo of "O-oooh..." from the mermaid as the merfolk finds her prize. The tongue penetrates the mermaid's vaginal canal, and using magic to elongate itself begins to rhythmically probe and prod at the sensitive flesh of the mermaid. Another coo escapes the mermaid, as thoughts of pressure around her tail and the restriction of movement and falling - and all other thoughts really - are obliterated, as they give way to the unyielding sensation of pleasure from her vagina. The tongue increases in its reach and flexibility, almost seeking out the various tender spots of the mermaid's erogenous zones.

Minutes later, a shudder passes through the mermaid. She feels strong hands grip her rear, but she pays it no mind. She hears a loud gulping sound, but through the haze of her orgasm, and the fact that she's not quite all there yet doesn't put two and two together. She feels whatever was holding her loosen slightly and she decides to look down, especially considering that she feels that her tail has a bit of wiggle room now. Unfortunately, to her horror, when she looks down all she sees is the blue flesh of the merfolk currently devouring her, with her lips stretched tight over her midsection. As she sees this, she hears and feels another gulp, as her body sinks further into the mouth of the female eating her. What's worse is that when she tries to move her tail, she sees it reflected in the movement of a small bump protruding from the stomach of the blue merfolk.

"No," she whimpers as she feels another gulp. "Not like this," she whispers as her body is starting to enter fight-or-flight mode. She opens her mouth to start screaming for help. Instead, one of the tentacles that was just grasping her flings itself loose and launches itself into her mouth. She attempts to spit it out or to bite a chunk off, but to no avail, as the magically summoned tentacle is too resilient for her teeth. As a response tears start welling in her eyes. The last thing she remembered was swimming with a delivery parcel and the next, she's being swallowed whole by some kind of merfolk, as she was just violated by her captor. Instead of a response, there is another gulp, and the merfolk is now faced with yet another problem - the mermaid's large breasts. She considers the two possible solution - either knead them down and attempt to hinge her jaw wider, or to just let gravity do the work and shift all the inconvenience onto the biohazard waste. Not being needlessly cruel, she reaches up with her hands, which are met with the hands of the mermaid attempting to push out. Their hands touch for a moment - the cool and sure grip of the merfolk, providing just enough pressure to keep the prey in its place; and the clammy, sweaty hands of the mermaid as she attempts to push her assailant away. Another mental command and the remaining tentacles bind the arms to the mermaid's body, as the decision was made for the scientist.

She starts kneading the breasts of the mermaid to try to get them into her mouth. At the same time she exhales and tries to open her mouth even wider. The bound hands end up in her mouth and she immediately gives another swallow, so that they are trapped in the throat, sealing the mermaid's fate. The breasts still prove too large, and despite being roughly pressed and squeezed by the merfolk, are unwilling to fit into her mouth. She gives a mental shrug and lets them go, giving another swallow, as the breasts are slowly pressed upwards. The mermaid starts actively crying - not only was she being eaten, but she wasn't even being treated like a living being. Her breasts ached more and more as they are inexorably forced upwards and pulled into the ravenous maw and pressed against her chest. A sob racks her body as the tentacle removes itself from her mouth. She takes a deep breath and starts saying "Please no-," as her chest is pressed against her face, being compressed by the awful mouth that was starting to close up around her head. She gives a muffled whimper and another heaving sob, as the light gets darker, and she could only see it framed by teeth and lips. Then, there is a loud and deafening gulp that she feels with her entire body, as both the mouth and darkness engulf her, and she began almost falling down the esophagus of the merfolk.

Emerging in the stomach she was in shock by how much room she had. She was on her back, her tail sore, her ribs sore, her chest was in agony, and she was in a stomach. She presses against the fleshy walls of her tomb, as she hears faint gurglings and sloshing all around her. She began crying in earnest now, full-on wails as she realizes that she only had at most a couple of minutes before her air would run out. Outside, the large blue orb that was the stomach of the merfolk responds with more gurgles and a slight shift as the muscles began to work. The mermaid inside felt the fleshy walls press against her. She attempts to thrash free, but the musculature of the merfolk holds her in place. The orb outside moves around with the movements of its occupant, as those movements become weaker and weaker. Very soon, the blue orb settles. The scientist used this opportunity to grab the bloated orb and give it a little shake. Stifling a burp with her mouth, she waddles over to a sofa prepared for these exact situations. She leans back and lets her stomach settle on top of her thighs as she begins executing the mental spells that would direct the flow of nutrients and energy to the right place. She'll enhance her chest just a little, same with her posterior and thighs.

The scientist braces herself as the orb starts moving around far more violently than before as muffled cries for help sound from her stomach. She pats it almost tenderly, as the orb stops moving for good this time. She stretches languidly, clicks her recorder with a tentacle, and lazily says "Widen the entry port by at least two more inches, I think." She clicks it off, then clicks it back on again. "Collect this data, and retain physical characteristics. Internals could use a lot of work. I hope it won't give me indigestion." She listens to the growling noise of her stomach, gives a pleased smile, and places the running recorder on top of the orb. Then, she makes another gesture. The tentacles begin to softly caress her body as one of them works its way beneath her dress. "What a lovely day," she thinks and then gives a little gasp as the tentacle enters her.

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