It was over with but a single swallow that bled into a long oozing slide that enveloped Claire’s body as if she was donning a moist formfitting body sock. The pervading humidity of the lumen pervading her leaving her cramped and sweaty as she was powerless to prevent the inevitable on this trickling slip to the stomach. The advance unrelenting as with each swallow little by little her individuality was stripped from her naked form, everything from her glossy brown hair to the scar she got on her hip during a high school game of softball.

Her entire identity replaced by a wriggling bulge that accentuated her curves into an attractive hourglass of mewling meat. Her breasts that turned many a head now her undoing as they were reduced to little more than fine cuts of calorie-rich meat and folded down on her sternum compressing her lungs making each breath stuttering and short. The pressure having the additional benefit of causing her cries to turn to whimpers, leaving her choking as her own anatomy betrayed her.
She could barely breathe as with pricks needle-like teeth raked a road up her back, leaving red pinpricks up her buttocks as the fatty flesh was groped by the peristaltic throat.

But this was old news, her open wounds stinging already as she had the snakes head seal over her distraught face entombing her inside the beast as now nothing more than a short-term snack to tide it over until the next woman took the plunge to the stomach. The stomach sphincter easing open and hugging her body in its strong embraces as she was shuttled through the portal to her caustic future. The woman already light-headed, as she had not taken a deep breath for her this digestive diving, and with her heart hammering like a piston engine she was rapidly running out of workable oxygen as the only feeling she could comprehend was the tactile caress of the stomach valve groping her body as she was raked over it.

The last thoughts she had before she went into a death spasm being the sphincter clamping down over the crown of her head. the bagel of guard cells contracting to its impenetrable state, forming a bulkhead for this claustrophobic room that would soon be flooded with acrid enzymes that would help the uptight female loosen up. The sting of acid already chaffing her peachy skin as the snake’s relentless biology was hellbent on reducing this woman to nothing more than a meaty belly full of chum. She could only mewl, her lips trembling before the foul backwash of the sluicing solution caused her to gag and close her mouth lest more of the pervading liquid assault her palate with its tart textures.

Claire’s last moments spent twitching away, her face bunched up in a look of surprise, and anguish as she was unable to worm her way back up the throat, leaving her to marinate in the caustic cauldron that was already fizzing as her outer epidermis began to dissolve into a soup of woman slush. The struggles she could muster petering out rapidly, as without air her muscles were unable to produce anything but a few frantic fidgets and tenacious twitches as the stomach clamped down as the snake seized its prize.

A final spasm going off as her muscles misfired as she lost consciousness. Her right leg giving a few flicks, the motion of which was absorbed by the body cavity of the snake as her hips bucked their last as if she was engaged in vigorous intercourse and then just silence and a slight gurgle of a stomach gearing up to process a hefty load of premium grade A woman meat. The situation somewhat funny as though Claire had tried to resist her fate, in the end the food chain won out over her self-appointed importance and like any good meal, she found the most prudent course of action was simply to curl up into a simmering ball of female flesh. This large lump halfway down the snake would over the next few days lose any trappings of the former woman’s humanity as it would soon be replaced solely by a rapidly deflating oblong bulge with no discernible trace of the buxom babe turned snake’s supper.

Her fate that of snake fat, padding the beasts powerful frame, and a small pile of leavings that would be ejected once the snake began to inhale another unfortunate female. The only thing that Claire could say was she had a value, but it was like all the women who had gone past the snake's gums, nothing more than her calorific content………….

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