“Ugh…..”

Grumbled Sour Sweet in a moody mumble, as the woman awoke to find herself lying face down, resting uncomfortably against her buxom bust like a pair of plush pillows. The haggard-feeling human stirring from her sedated slumber with a few more groggy groans, not quite sure where she was, as the cold floor was far from the familiar security of her cosy bed. Sour letting out a cringing sigh, clutching her head as she nursed what felt like a horrendous hangover, though for the life of her, she could not recall having anything to drink. The woman trying to piece together the previous night, as she clumsily attempting roll onto her side to relieve the pinching pressure on her oppressed orbs, only to find her movement restricted by a slimy snare.

The disorientated student floundering slightly during the lethargic movement, taken off guard by the unexpected fetters, as to her surprise she found her lower body trapped in what felt like a moist pair of throbbing tights. Sour for a moment thinking she saw snagged in a blanket, as her numb nerves became aware of a warm wetness creeping over her bubbly buttocks like a stifling skirt. The odd stimuli taking a couple of seconds to properly process within Sour’s mind, as the soggy sensation running up her legs in a steady series of palpitating pulses was queer to say the least.

The woman shuffling in her prostrate position to toss an irritated glance over her shoulder to see what was impeding her, only for the annoyed look to instantly transition into a wide-eyed stare of absolute horror. Her struggling senses stunned by what she saw, as now that she was orientated towards the weird oscillations, she found herself naked and wrapped up to her waist in a ravenous worm. A startled shriek rattling out of her throat, as she instinctually began to frantically flail against the large leach slowly swallowing her. The struggling squirms little more than feeble fumbling, as the blind beast did not seem the least bit bothered by the ineffectual hands clawing against its leathery hide. The panicked presses doing little to deter the annelid’s appetite, and much to Sour’s disdain the broad head continued to edge further forward, leaving the wriggling woman unable to stop her snug slide into what felt like a saliva-soaked sleeping bag.

Sour’s shrill screaming increasing in pitch as the predator progressed, but the terrified vocalisations did nothing to dissuade her devourer, and only magnified her already tender migraine. The distressed woman’s weak writhing getting her nowhere, as to her distress the invertebrate ingesting her just continued to crawl forward, completely unhindered by the pounding protests buffeting its blubbery body. The greedy grub just gulping away, as it casually feasted on the freckled female flesh it had caught in a surging sequence of sloppy swallows. The simple creature ignoring the mewling of its meaty meal, as it was sure that regardless of her reservations, the wailing woman would soon be wearing a new albeit dank dress before the encounter ended.

Each clammy chug from the creature’s grasping gullet effortlessly coasting over Sour’s shapely curves, as inch by inch it eased its frictionless interior over its food’s flavourful figure. The motion taking the form of a soft shimmy that oozed over Sour’s moisturized skin, as the beast’s malleable body bulged to accommodate the worming woman within the claggy caress of its gastric tract. Every seeping swallow claiming another area of attractive anatomy, as bit by bit the worm threaded its twitching treat into its waiting throat. The hungry hem of the monster’s maw swiftly slithering over Sour’s navel and the bottom of her breasts in a string of sucking smooches, and in a matter of moments, the leach’s lips were lapping at her shoulders ready to mantle the mammaries and complete the consumption of its curvaceous cuisine.

The predator not likely to have any difficulty pulling its way over her picturesque proportions, and soon that aspect of her perky physique would be packed away along with the rest of the whimpering woman. Sour’s hands giving a worried wave, as her arms were roughly forced upwards by the ravenous mouth of the advancing annelid. The pulling palpitations of its undulating oesophagus naturally forcing the woman to assume a more streamlined stance for swallowing, well simultaneously rapidly removing the lady turned lunchmeat’s already diminished range of movement to practically nothing, as her body buckled to the whims of the worm. The pinned limbs giving a few pathetic wafts, as if Sour could find a handhold in the open air, and prevent her destiny as digesting dinner.

The woman letting out a snivelling whine as her ogleable orbs were pushed upwards against her chin, before the erogenous extremities flattened slightly and folded flush against her chest with an audible glug. The cramped compaction like a bra two sizes too small, as the succulent spheres were lost beyond the threshold of the throat, and reduced to just another shapely swelling straining the annelid’s normally slender frame. The predatory pace only quickening from there, as its sizable snack’s widest points already contained the worm began to what remained of the hapless woman. The next damp roll of the throat pulling the trapped twins deeper, as with an inhaling lunge the gluttonous grub shot forward and engulfed Sour’s entire head in a single swallow. The gape of its gullet skidding over her shivering skull like a sweltering shroud, slathering her frightened face in a deluge of drool to help lubricate her for her skin-tight glide to the waiting gut behind her.

Sour’s lost looking arms and ponytail blindly fidgeting, as even with the majority of her body entombed the woman was trying to find a way to avoid her stewing stay in the massive maggot’s stomach. The reluctant remnants not lasting long, as they grew gradually shorter, before finally vanishing when the worm finally closed its yawning gob, and Sour was replaced by a large lump percolating toward the predator's soon to be full middle. Their fate to be the same as the rest of the woman, nothing more than a sizable swelling to be snuggly slotted into the worm’s groaning gut, to be sapped of any sustenance that transitioned down the annelid’s stubby throat. The woman’s waning wiggles would soon stop, they always did, and once she had settled into a suffocated silence, the churning care of its stifling stomach sleeve could begin breaking down the hefty haul of human protein down into her useful components…….


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Sour Sweet awakens from a sedated slumber to find her naked body waist-deep in a hungry worm's gulping gob......

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This soon to be full worm was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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