“Oh dear. Not again.”

Well, this was unfortunate. On one hand, Belinda hated confrontation. Conflict tied her nerves into knots and made Belinda's head spin. Nothing was more uncomfortable than upsetting people. Whenever someone yelled at her, Belinda always slinked off into a corner or dark alleyway and waited it out. The storm would pass. It always died down. That, or Belinda devoured the aggressor, if only to muffle their harsh words.

On the other hand, it was always felt awkward. Freeing prey, that is. Not only did spitting up people hurt her throat, but people got weird about it. Some went quiet from shellshock, while others spluttered out strangled insults, their fury dampened by gratitude. And some weirdos enjoyed being eaten. Whatever the case, Belinda never knew what to say, and just... slinked away, head spinning with regret.

So, Belinda did what came natural... and enjoyed the meal.

The last volunteer wiggled their arm, their face coated in drool. If they could grab something, like the stall’s pole or Belinda’s hair, maybe they could pull themselves free? Sure, fleeing this ravenous monster would be a herculean task all its own, but if they reached the constables, surely they would help? The police could stop Belinda, free Doesn't Hunger Suck's members, and they could sort out this nasty business. Charges wouldn't be pressed; surely this was a huge misunderstanding! This Scaly Brood was too nice to wanna hurt people. But, well, becoming food would not stand!

Before the volunteer could find a handhold, however, Belinda stretched her rubbery neck again. The exact length was impossible to judge, but Belinda reached 32 feet at least. This turned the fleshy tunnel into a death trap, and like a toboggan rider sliding down a snowy mountain, the volunteer slid down faster. Then, with a slimy gl-gl-gluuuuuurnk, Belinda snapped her jaws shut and swallowed deeply.

All trace of daylight vanished. The volunteers were left in pitch darkness; save for the deep red shade of muscles, nobody could see anything. Their panic heightened and the volunteers struggled harder, each struggling for freedom, but all they achieved was dragging each other down. The walls were too slimy, too tight, too fleshy to hold onto. One way or another, everyone slid inexorably down the throat on a one-way trip to the gut.

There was only one single respite: when the volunteers reached the bottom of the throat, their entangled bodies formed a solid lump. Larger than the Scaly Brood's bosom and almost wide as her shoulders, the lump slowed their descent to a crawl. There came the harsh glurk glurk glurks of a predator's struggles and the volunteers were jostled up-and-down like kernels in a popcorn cooker.

Hope rose in the volunteers' chests. Perhaps this was the key to survival? If they could form a bridge of bodies and climb over each other, maybe most could escape this fleshy prison? And so, the prey thrashed about, struggling to form a tower of people...

... it was not meant to be. Her cheeks burning red-hot from stress, Belinda threw her head back and swallowed with a mighty gwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllllppppppppppppp. Instantly, the tight walls of the throat spread far and wide, wide enough to drop the volunteers straight into the stomach. Some clawed at the walls in a final bout of desperation, but with a loud, fleshy gluuuuuuuuunk, the whole company disappeared from the red-and-gold throat, leaving the scaly surface as smooth as ever. Belinda, her chin caked with saliva and her sweater stained with drool, exhaled a heavy sigh. She gazed down at her bloated belly with dismay.

“Oh no. I made a terrible mistake…”

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(3/28/2023: Okay. Admittedly, the final version of Part 2 was lost due to my own clumsiness, so I'm posting the original draft here. Gonna edit it again tomorrow, giving it the polish of Parts 1 & 3. So if you like the story, please view this part again later for the complete version. My apologies for the inconvenience.)

(3/29/2023: The final version of Part 2 is complete. Admittedly, this version feels less satisfying than the original version, thanks for the accident in the first place. Buuuuuuuuut hopefully everyone enjoys it anyways! Anyone who cares to reread this story, anyways!)

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Art by the devilishly decadent  delt
Belinda belongs to me

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