It was over as soon as her shadow eclipsed your body; her gargantuan form towering over your comparatively miniscule frame served only to highlight the inescapable fact that you were no longer in control. Admittedly, you had lost control long before this point-having even been brought to the titan's laboratory being proof enough. Nothing that ever entered Nahasu's lab ever left intact-aside from the Kaminoan herself, of course.

You turned to face her, shivering in the sterile air-carefully set to aide in the preservation of specimens, and not personal comfort. Your captor showed no sign of having felt the chill, no doubt protected by the thick layer of blubber decorating her middle. Fatty thighs brushed together silently as she circled around you, already treating you like prey now that she was back in familiar territory.

Her predatory saunter came to a halt during your musing, leaving the swell of her portly physique inches from your nose. At such a close proximity you could already hear the faint burbling growls emanating from behind the pudgy protrusion. You wonder how it would feel if you just reached out and...

You were suddenly pushed to your knees by a single deliberate finger, brought lower before her as you gazed upwards, first at the strip of cloth pulled gently aside, and even further upwards to view her now distant smirk. Her expression had changed now, as if contemplating some new use for her soon-to-be meal; before you could further attempt to guess her thought processes, your vision was encased in wet darkness.

In less than a second, your captor dropped into a low crouch, burying your face in her exposed folds. Without instruction you began to lap at her insides, without even hope of forestalling your demise-merely following along with the actions of the woman around you, for lack of any alternative. You were unable to identify whether your clumsy strokes even provoked a response, the heavy walls muffling all noise from your ears beyond the roar of blood rushing through them.

After what felt like an eternity of darkness gave way to the white lights of the laboratory, formerly dull, now stinging after your prolonged stay inside the nethers of the Kaminoan predator. Thick juices matted your hair, and you blinked the goop out of your eyes as you felt yourself rising. Your own body, less than half at tall as Nahasu's, was easily manageable by the large woman; lifting you to meet her eyes, she appraised you-not bothering to make eye contact as the green orbs trailed over your existence.

Soon you were moving forward, her jaws parting and framing your view in a fluid motion that made you slightly nauseous. Your vision was once again replaced by darkness, this time in motion; the fingers that kept your arms pinned to your sides disappeared after your shoulders crossed over her gums and began sinking into her lengthy esophagus.

You were starting to think her neck might be long enough to contain you in your entirety, before the enormous bulge began to dip below her sternum and fill her tight stomach. The rubbery bottom to the sweltering sack met your face while your legs still hung above you in Nahasu's throat. Attempting to push yourself away from the belly flesh that cushioned your face was a moot effort, but the problem was soon rectified as more of you began to fill up the chamber and force you into a, somewhat, more comfortable position.

Finally sealed away when you felt the tight ring of flesh pass over your feet, you were left alone in the cauldron, already soaking in caustic juices that trailed in during your induction. The low echo of an errant burp rung out above you for several seconds, followed by a sudden jostling of your environment as you assumed that Nahasu was adjusting her clothes around the recent addition to her figure.

Contemplating your future didn't bring anything enjoyable to the forefront of your mind; the bubbling froth around you and the constant droning growl from below summoned thoughts of your form, liquid and malleable-draining into the bowels of your predator, pulped and sifted for it's worth as more fat plastered onto Nahasu's hide. The rest of your remains would be pumped along through her intestines, before solidifying into soft masses queuing for release hours after your inevitable demise.

You doubted even your clothes, hair or any other indigestibles you might be carrying would even register with the uncaring glutton; they would either be regurgitated in a wet belch, or else vacate her digestive tract alongside everything else-whether or not she felt them was totally irrelevant, and mostly likely enjoyable for her...

The unchanging darkness failed to alert you to your fluttering eyelids, growing weary inside the stomach; your eyes closed and you drifted off into slumber, rocked slowly by the digestive organ set to work on it's meal while Nahasu sat at her desk, leaning over the expanse of documents and test results littering the ceramic. The distended ball of flesh cradled between her thighs burbled happily as she poured over her work, steadily softening into slush that draped to either side of her legs. Ultimately, your passage went unnoticed by Nahasu-completely oblivious to the state of your being when she readied herself to sleep, only recognizing you as a semi-urgent morning dump the following day.



This image of Nahasu was done up by Ximema, found here on Twitter:

https://twitter.com/Ximema3

And here, on FA:

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ximema/

She's done an excellent job of portraying the chubby aquatic psychopath here, and I'm very happy to continue working with her on some future projects! Stay tuned for that!

Oh, and Happy V-Day!

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