Zzzzz……

The soft snoring of a satisfied piranha plant filling the air with a gentle buzz, as it slept off its massive indulgence of premium female flesh. Its babe banquet sitting nicely even if it had found some of its food a bit feistier than it would have preferred. These spirited squirms did nothing to deter the packed Piranha plant, which had swiftly dozed off soon after devouring its 4-course partaking of pedigree princess meat. Well to be fair, one had been a well-respected mayor, but once they had been reduced to wriggling bulges in its belly, the past professions twitching treats didn’t much matter.

The large lady-sized lumps destroying the twisting girth of its thorny trunk each possessing their own unique character, as each fidgeting swell offered glimmering indications of the personality of the writhing woman trapped within. The shapely simulacrums of their sap-lathered bodies visible through the inch or so of stalk encapsulating them, as their stifled struggles caused their photogenic protrusions to jostle and jiggle ineffectually. Their actions varying from the panicked instinctiveness of reflexive thrashing, to a calm sense of compliance regarding their digestive destiny, as each woman handled her ingestion with different levels of dignity. The more boisterous behaviour not bothering the full flower though, as at this point it only cared about the calorific content of the female fertilizer currently stuffing its stem.

Princess Rosalina putting up the most frantic fight against her carnivorous captor, as the flustered flutter of her kicks rustled against the plant’s innards with a stubborn tenacity.
Her fingers desperately clawing at the claustrophobic confines entombing her, as she probed for any weakness that might aid her in escape. Her hands clamouring against the slick stomach walls surrounding her, though all this did was cause the misshapen mass she made to distort and warp with every clumsy attempt. The floundering flailing simply glancing harmlessly off the securely closed sphincters bookending her position in the gastric tract, leaving her to fruitlessly fumble against the tight trappings of her tart tomb. The woman possessing an unwarranted hope, that is she managed to cause enough indigestion to inconvenience the flora that had feasted on her, into disgorging her if her bumbling bucking persisted long enough.

The blonde driven by a folly, and soon enough she would burn through her limited air and start to suffocate. The stark reality of her pitiful protests was that it would amount to her simply dying tired, as her body buckled and inevitably capitulated to being biomass to fuel the body of her better. Mayor Pauline seeming to reluctantly understand this, as her attempts at fanning her legs had only marginally managed to slow her seeping journey to a waiting stomach. The brunette’s wide hips acting sort of like a cork, clogging the peristaltic pipework surrounding her with the doughy dimensions of her flauntable figure. The buttery opulence of her buxom build not transitioning down the throat as smoothly as Rosalina’s more lithe physique, as her more ample assets had to succulently squish to enable the woman to begin her trickling trip to the waiting tummy below. Her juicy proportions pleasant upon the palate, even if she initially doggedly refused to comply with the digestive dive she was being goaded into.

An annoyed expression plastered on her face as she felt the peristaltic pipe squeeze over her with a clammy ripple. Her arms harmlessly forced behind her head, as she was cowed into a semi-streamlined position, allowing her to glide down the gullet at an oozing pace. The woman not yet surrendering to her fate within the dank expanse of the gastric tract, though at this point there was little she could do other than flow ever deeper into the skin-tight snare of the plant’s plumbing. Princess Peach seeming to share this sentiment, as the bubbly beauty had long since surrendered to the situation. The indifferent woman well used to be thrust in to the role of damsel in distress, and as such she saw no point in pushing back against her predicament, as such a thing was simply uncouth and without merit. She knew that soon Mario would save her, he always did, and as such there was no point fussing like some of her less composed peers.

The passive princess just letting the gullet waft over her, as she saw no reason to put a sweat on her brow if help was on the way. She would just tuck her head in and sit tight, though she was still rather miffed her planned picnic had been rudely interrupted by the local foliage before she could even cut herself a slice of cake. The real surprise though was the fact Princess Daisy was remaining so calm, as the extroverted tomboy never failed to let her opinion be known, especially if she had been casually made into a meal for some overgrown dandelion. The fiery woman nowhere near as poised and proper as her more optimistic and classier counterpart from the Mushroom Kingdom. The sassy royal much spunkier, and as such her loud and energetic nature should have transferred to her hot-headed resistance to being eaten.

Instead, the temperamental tart sat silently in an awkwardly balled-up position, as the woman seemed lost in a daze after being bolted down by the voracious vine. Peach would feel Daisy weakly quivering against her silk-stocking-clad foot, with the shivers interlaced by stuttering breathing, as the woman seemed to be in shock over what had just transpired. The movement a far cry from the boisterous booping that was Rosalina’s head bashing against Peach’s tender bottom, as the guardian of space spasmed below her in a confused convulsion in an attempt to shimmy free of her trapped state. Peach could also feel the periodic jerk from Pauline letting her know that her old rival also refused to give up in face of the overwhelming odds pressing down on her from all angles, as the palpitating tubing eased her towards a waiting gastric bulb for processing. Because of this for a moment Peach worried that Daisy had been hurt during the few short swallows it had taken for the piranha plant to inhale her. A concern cropping up in the compassionate princess's mind, though there was little she could do from her safely stowed placement within the ravenous vegetation’s ductwork.

The auburn woman just resting against her as a dollop of deadweight, disorientated and very much stupefied from her transition from royalty to filling fodder. Her back bending with a painful creak as her body was folded in an unnatural direction in order to facilitate her fluid egress into the waiting grasp of the oesophagus. She could hear the muffled mewls of her friends through the churning sack encasing her like a soggy sleeve, though in her shellshocked state there was little chance of her making heads or tails of what was being said in these stifled shrieks for aid. She had seen Rosalina, Pauline and Peach vanish with only a few confident chugs, before the rude reality that it was her turn slapped over her face in a saliva-soaked surge. The thing only pausing long enough to strip them of their designer dresses, leaving their only protection against its muggy embrace being the thin layer of their frilly undergarments.

It was just too much for Daisy, who began to shut down, relegating herself to little more than a jibbering hunk of filling meat bloating the belly of a well-fed shrub. The woman morbidly aware that her skimpy wrapper would do little to protect her once she and her companions slotted into this gluttonous beast’s main stomach, and it didn’t take a genius to work out that in the near future the plant would be hacking up a hairball of expensive lingerie and assorted indigestibles. The long-haul tour of the digestive tract blossoming before her, though at this point Daisy was already lost in her own head, as she simply waited to glid into the gut where she and her friends would doubtlessly be stacked like spooning sardines until they softened enough to be properly metabolized. Four adult women containing a lot of useful nutrients, and they would surely tide over the sated weed for quite some time, as at this point the plant’s dignified dinner could only hope that Mario and Luigi came to their aid before the sting of acid started to flow….

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A picnic between princesses comes to a snarfing end when a hungry Piranha plant rudely interrupted the festivities with a few strong swallows. The lovely ladies in attendance soon safely stowed as squirming swellings in its stem, allowing the voracious vegetation to relax and sleep of its heavy helping of royal lunchmeat, though it seems each of the wriggling women are handling their situation differently...

An old Comm I got from  MinaHyena that has been sitting in my extensive backburner for what feels like forever. I am glad to have finally gotten around to lemoning it, as it is a stellar piece of art, and I hope you guys enjoy it, as its an amazing piece :)

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