Chelle sighed and squirmed in discomfort.
At first it had all been so fast. She remembered the chest opening at impressive speed, the tongue darting out, and before she could realize what was going on, she had found herself shoulder-deep and head-first in its mouth, quickly making her way down. But then, things had slowed down. There wasn't *that much down* to go, and her hips had proven a challenge for her eager predator. So, the whole process of her becoming food had slowed down to a crawl.
She didn't know how long had she been stuck, but she recknoned it had to be more than an hour.

The mimic's oral cavity was too cramped for her to even try to wiggle anything else than her feet, so she was forced to lay there, helpless and exposed, with her limbs bunched up against her chest and her face pressed against a quivering wall of sticky, wet flesh, waiting for the strange creature to slowly, agonizingly work more of her body into its digestive tract.
And then... well, she'd rather not think of what would happen afterwards.
Or, well, *most* of her would rather not think about it. There was undeniably a *part* of her that would tingle and quiver at the thought ... even though it could just as well be the constant stimulation coming from her predicament.

It was, in fact, hard to think straight at all.
The gluttonous living chamber that was trying to make her into a meal was impossibly hot and humid, and continuously shifted and wobbled around her in the effort to gobble down the last bulwark of her resistance - her lean, glorious ass, proudly stuck in the monstrous mouth, preventing her from fully going in and the mimic from fully closing its mouth. Which incidentally resulted in a constant chilling draft against her wet and vulnerable nethers. This predicament, and the creature's constant efforts to conquer the last inches of her hips and claim her delicious tush, would already be distracting enough. But what made it all worse was that every inch of that terrible mouth was covered in turgid protrusions - fleshy teeth, nubs and barbs that tickled, probed, caressed, massaged, poked and intruded her with every peristaltic convulsion.
The ever-writhing tongue was possibly the worst, covered as it was in bumps and protrusions. One big, soft spike in particular had been incidentally brushing around her pierced labia for the last few minutes as the tongue was lubricating her rump with drool. Chelle tried another wriggle, attempting to deal with that discomfort ... albeit she wasn't yet entirely sure whether she was trying to get away from the probing spike, or to better guide it in. It was hard to be honest with herself about her motives in the moment - which is understandable for a poor lady who had spent the last hour being licked and molested by a piece of furniture dead set on gobbling her down for dinner.

All of a sudden, the confusedly erotic kaleidoscope of sensations and emotions was perturbed by a new, unexpected feeling: the familiar whack of a soft feminine hand slapping her buttock. Chelle bucked and gasped, which caused the grater-like innards of her devourer to rub all over her naked flesh in a burst of confused stimuli.

As soon as her mind stopped reeling, she realized two things.

One, that touch had been familiar, and so was the muffled giggling she could hear from her rear. Blushing as she realized that someone was staring at her exposed ass and sex, she tried to recall who could that be. Their touch had been familiar too, as if it wasn't the first time the girl in question had spanked her ass... Could it be... Bunny?
But wait ... didn't this all happen while she was reading one of her stories? A story with a mimic in it? What was going on?

And two, as she realized with a sudden shiver - that smack had in fact dislodged her a little, and now, inch by inch, she had started going down again...

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This commission was done as part of a special holiday activity on my server, starring the lovely  TitaniumChelle ; the same initiative mentioned here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/748164

The picture is based on this story! https://aryion.com/g4/view/537299 Head there for some mimic vore goodness!

(Chelle is herself a talented artist and writer - go check out her gallery, you won't regret it!)

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Coloured version: https://aryion.com/g4/view/754227

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