It never hurt to be polite.

That was something Ann learned too late, when the stuck-up woman rubbed one of her co-workers the wrong way with a few sour words about an upcoming project. The woman was her normal rude and belittling self, as with a few condescending words and her normal stellar personality she earned herself a one-way trip down a tight throat. to be fair Ann was feisty, a natural fighter, but at 4’9’’ it didn’t take her long to be stripped and swallowed, as her disgruntled colleague did the office a favour by removing her from the gene pool.

The woman squealing as she struggled against the unexpected retaliation, but in the end, she was smaller and weaker than the person she had stupidly antagonized. Ann yelping pitifully as the woman’s wrapper was rudely yanked off her cowering body, unable to think of anything else other than the fact she was about to be raped. She tried to push back, but the true horror of the situation only surfaced once she felt the wet caress of a pair of hungry lips wrap around her worming head. A gentle push all it took to thread her cringing cranium into the gullet’s throbbing grasp, as the mannerless micro-manager began her transformation from irritating lady to filling lunchmeat.

Ann reflexively trying to resist, but with strong hands restraining her, there was little she could do to stop her gradual ooze into the oesophagus. The throbbing tubing dilating just enough to create a skin-tight seal over the frantic female’s floundering figure, manifesting the perfect frictionless environment to send the worming woman on a steady slide to the stomach waiting below. The predator caring little for the mounting distress of his dinner, as it became abundantly clear from the first confident gulp, that the woman was way too weak to prevent herself from becoming a meal without help, which based on how she acted around the workplace definitely wasn't coming. The disorientation of being devoured doing little to stifle the woman’s wriggling, as she instinctively attempted to pull herself free from the predatory predicament her classless comments had accidentally instigated.

The woman stubbornly refusing to give up, even as it became increasingly clear that this altercation would end with someone belching up her last breath. Ann’s pride preventing her from accepting her fate as food, leaving her to waggle her hips and ineffectually kick her legs as she was slowly engulfed by the peckish predator she was foolish enough to piss off. Everything Ann tried failing, as her clawing hands were harmlessly pushed to her sides, leaving them to feebly fidget before being enveloped by the advancing throat. The choice of consuming the cunt headfirst making the whole process of packing her away easy, as the natural grain of Ann’s anatomy allowed her buxom bust to succulently slither in with only a few stern shunts. The woman’s doughy physique simplifying the affair, as a few chugging compressions were more than enough to squish the bitch’s breasts flush to her heaving chest, rendering her streamlined so that the next peristaltic pulse could clear the buttery blockage.

At this point, Ann started to plead, as she realized that he was committed to the consumption and this would only end once she was safely slotted into his sweltering stomach. The thought of being unceremoniously squeezed through the tight sphincter as nothing more than a shapely snack disgusting Ann, and even now she thought that an apology might save her from being baked into a bowel movement.

The writhing woman was sorely mistaken though, and it only took about ten minutes to relegate Ann to a twitching ball of female flesh stewing in a stuffed stomach. Ann’s last act to pathetically wave her curling toes in a final act of defiance, before her status as a person was revoked with an audible glug and a satisfied belch. The woman’s world suddenly getting rather cramped, as her face was stuffed betwixt her sweaty boobs, leaving her to breathe in the scent of her own desperate musk from her bunched-up position in the beyond bloated belly. Ann letting out a whimpering mewl as she settled into the sour space of the gastric sleeve, with instantly clamped down to contain her inevitable quivering jerks, now that she was free of the comparatively cramped gullet. The already churning cavity forcing the female to fold into an economical fetal position upon her entry into the sour space of the gastric sleeve, so that the overloaded organ might marinate her into a creamy chyme without further incident from the opinionated lump of lively lunchmeat.

Ann finding herself tucked up tight, and much to her annoyance her meek motions did nothing to garner a reaction from her consumer. The man just stroking the attractive swell she made with a passing curiosity, before pulling his shirt over the animated bulge and getting back to work. The time for conversation well over, and he just left the woman to have her one-sided tummy tantrum, safe in the knowledge that her annoying voice would quiet down once the acids started to convert her curvaceous body down into more agreeable calories. Not like her waning begging was much bother though, as in truth he could barely hear her over the sound of his better body breaking her down into a more agreeable slurry. The man just giving a shrug as he leaned back in his office chair and returned to typing, as just from how his gut was groaning, he knew it would not be long before the shrewd slut was leaving the company through the sewers….


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A foolish busy body belittles the wrong co-worker, vore shenanigans ensue...

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