In the rp  Jakester443 and I do my character Echo is a witch who lives in a part of the woods where people go into but don’t usually come out of. Echo is a hunter of opportunity, eating anyone who get trapped in her little clearing.

Here is the scene this picture is based on but collaboratively edited by both me and my bestie:

"F-Fuck, yo-ou taste so good," she panted, placing her hands on her thrashing gut. Blood was smeared across her lips, trickling into the rivulets of saliva running down her chin and neck.

For Tom, it was over: Echo had promised him a very particular fate, one which he previously hadn't been able to imagine. She was so small, and he was so tall; his body should have caused hers to burst, like internal gasses from a corpse. Instead, her body welcomed him, expanding and contorting around him. Echo's pale belly filled out the space between her legs, sliding out over the top of her sweatpants, as it squeezed Tom into a tight ball.

"I think you're going to go straight to my hips," she chuckled breathily, biting her lip and putting her hands on her distended gut. "Fuck, I love how you feel in there. So tall… Filling... Cute guys taste so fucking good too... Mm... And your blood!" Her voice was soft, almost loving, as she reminisced and savored him. "You tasted delicious. It's a shame I won't be having you again~"

Inside, Tom was made witness to a new hell. She'd torn his clothes off like an animal before she ate him; his nude body was forcibly curled into a fetal position, squeezed and compacted so tightly from every direction that he could feel his joints being stretched to their limits. Muscles cramped in his abdomen, thighs, calves. His arms were wrapped tightly around the lower part of his legs, and the musculature of Echo's stomach bore down on him so hard that it caused his head to painfully bend inwards, chin digging into his chest. It felt like his spine was going to crack if any more pressure was applied, and his entire body was tender from the extreme pressure. The physical sensations didn't end there - the lining of her stomach contracted around him in waves, gripping...then releasing, gripping...then releasing. It pumped against his body slowly, thick mucus-like fluids, foam, and unknown juices secreting all around him, running down his form. All of it glowed a faint violet that - while not enough to completely illuminate his environment - revealed some unpleasant details. A small pool of the chyme was collecting at his bottom, just up to his ankles and lowest part of his back where his hips began. Gripping...releasing. Gripping...releasing. The air was hot, humid, thick with moisture, further complicating his already shallow breathing.

The sensory overload continued. Her stomach was a cocktail of scents, none of them pleasant. There was the copious amount of saliva that had washed down with him, still heavy with moonshine and…blood. The combination of the fruity alcohol and his coppery crimson was like something rotting, mixing with the bile and acids still dripping over him until he felt like gagging. Every strained inhale inundated him with putrid, biting fumes, making him feel light-headed. Directly above, her heart beat loudly against his compressed body. He could feel the rhythm of it, so much closer and more terrifyingly vital than he cared for. Beating. Pounding. Soft gurgling and ominous groaning overlaid the thumping of her heart, as her stomach began its long journey towards digestion. Liquid pops and squelches rang out periodically and her voice, though muffled, was all around him.

"Echoooooo! Please! Please, don't do this! Please, let me go, please! It hurts, God, it hurts! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!!" Tom pleaded, straining against the crushing force of her contracting stomach. "I don't.. I don't wanna die…"

"All you are is my food now. You're mine, you belong to me and now I'm the only one who gets to know where you went. The only one who'll know how your life ended,~" she purred, stroking her belly as she scooted back awkwardly, placing herself against the foot of the bed. Her gaze rose to the ceiling-to-floor length mirror that made up the entire wall opposite her, taking in the shape of her body with Tom inside. Admiring it, groaning softly as she saw the shape of his hand momentarily pushing out against her belly.

"No," the young man moaned, renewing his struggles in earnest. "No, no, no. You…ngh!...you said you would let my brother know! Echo, please. Please, you can't do this. Please don't make him wonder. Please!"

"Ugh, so full..." she muttered, moaning softly as he struggled. "You know why I don't think I should do anything for you? Because you will say anything you need to when you're scared, and won't mean a single fucking word. You're lucky if I don't find your brother and put him in there next with how much you've fought me.~" She smiled, a grotesque display of her bloody fangs, as she threatened him. Echo slowly forced herself up, using her bed as leverage and placing one hand under her stomach to manage the added weight. She then climbed up into it, laying back in a relaxed position. Her legs crossed under her belly, cradling it like an egg in a nest. "I bet he's cute like you, and would taste just as good. I could use another snack like you~"

Inside, everything shifted and moved around Tom, making him feel dizzy. He grunted, pushing outwards with his whole body, trying to gain some hold on the slick, ridged walls of her stomach. He wasn't able to stretch more than an inch before the elasticity of the organ compacted him back down, squeezing the breath from him momentarily. With nothing to hold, nothing to grab onto, he just had to bear the movements taking place, as his environment shifted and moved. Then it settled back down, and he felt… Were those her legs beneath him, encircling him through the walls of tissue, membrane, and muscle? She had gotten up, moved somewhere. The bed? It took a moment to concentrate, still disoriented from being jostled around, before finally speaking.

"W-What abo– FUCK!" Speaking was becoming too difficult. With so little room to move or breathe, with muscles contracting on him periodically (gripping...then releasing, gripping...then releasing,) everything he did took effort. "What about you, Echo?" he repeated in wavering groans, fighting to speak through the discomfort, "What happened to your humanity? To...ahh...having feelings? So now my brother...he deserves THIS? Fuck… H-He deserves to get hunted down because I wouldn't just GIVE myself to you to be eaten?"

"Oof..." Echo breathed, enjoying the way he moved inside her, entertained by his desperation. "Must be such a tight fit for you in there…But look, Tom, a girl's gotta eat~" She laughed as she returned to the resting position and placed her hands on her stomach again, this time pushing on Tom a bit. "Can't be helped that you're such a good fucking meal."

Tom listened. Not that he could ignore her if he tried - she was his world now. All he felt or heard was Echo. Her stomach continued squeezing and pumping against him almost hypnotically. At present, all he could do was squirm a bit, trying (and failing) to move away from her exploring hand. The last thing he wanted was another part of her touching him. Liquid enzymes pooled around him, while ever-so-slowly filling up the empty spaces between his compacted body.

Echo chuckled and stroked her stomach aimlessly while biting her lip. "Mm… You're cuter when you're crying and begging. When you're angry, all you say is stupid shit" she told him before laughing again, harder this time. "Keep talking like that and I'll go get your brother before you're fully digested and put him in there with you," the witch threatened coldly, taking pleasure in his suffering. "Maybe I should fuck him first while you're in there and then make him join you. Then I'd be taking everything you have left.~ How would you like that, huh, food~? Knowing youre inside me digesting while I use your brother's cock until I've got room for my second snack~"

That shut him up real quick. He was running out of options here, and it only now dawned on him that things could still be worse. Not for himself (he didn't know how this could be any more awful,) but for his brother. There was no way of knowing for certain she wouldn't still track James down, and that scared Tom back to his senses. His struggles stopped, his breathing steadied into rhythmic, strained panic. His heart beat in time with hers, feeling the throbbing inside and out. All while her stomach continued, inexorably, towards a conclusion he was avoiding mentally. Gripping...releasing.

Tom didn't speak for a while after that

Echo snickered as he quieted down. "Good boy. That's right.~ Digest for me~" she said in a slightly more sultry tone, reaching under her pillow and pulling out a book. She read with one hand, the book resting against her bulging stomach, as she continued rubbing it with the other. Small moans and whimpers escaped her blood-stained lips, as her stomach worked on the man within, the occasional gurgle and groan causing her to chuckle when she thought about him. Despite her words, Echo wasn't sure how serious she was about hunting Tom's brother down. Tom had been delicious - his brother most certainly would be, too. However, Echo was a predator of opportunity, only snatching people up for dinner as they arrived at her doorstep. She didn’t make a habit of actively seeking them out. All she really wanted was for him to react, to feel her tightly packed stomach squirm. To feast off his terror.

After some time, dozy from the rhythm of the witch's bodily functions encapsulating him, he spoke up. "Please..." he croaked, "please don't hurt him. Please don't hurt my brother. I'm..." he stifled a single sob, losing some of his pride in that moment, "I'm...b-begging you. Please don't hurt him. Hurt me.. Hurt me, please. Just not him..." He broke into quiet sobbing then, and his tears were lost in the viscous acids running down his face.

Echo was surprised by the sob and laughed softly, relishing his suffering. "I'm already hurting you. All of you belongs to me now, including your life pretty soon." She squeezed her stomach more firmly, enough to apply pressure but not enough to really hurt him.

For Tom, the space grew tighter, and he groaned against the lining of her stomach as his face squished against it. His skull felt like it was going to detach from his spine, his shoulders wrung from their sockets. A terrible pain in his core reminded him of the muscles cramping from being folded over for so long, and he exclaimed as everything momentarily overwhelmed him. It was nearly impossible to think straight, head swimming from the fumes of her stomach, discomfort evolving into something worse.

"What… What if..." he deliberated, desperate, unsure what else to do. If she wanted him, fine. This was nothing new. The faces tormenting him changed with time, but behind them all was still the same visage of his father. Tom survived him. Maybe he wouldn't survive Echo, but he would stand up to her. Had to. He couldn't repeat his mistakes again, couldn't fail his brother just like he had failed his mother. "What did you say earlier? You wanted to ‘keep the closeness?’ You wanted to talk? Alright...alright then, what if y-..." he groaned, fighting through the pain of his contorted body, "What if you...kept me? I get it, I get it - you already have me, you won, I lost, I'm fucked, I get it. But…what if...what if I stayed? Forever? I..." Had anything been this hard to say? Or was it the memories that weighed him down, memories of conversations he wished had happened, but didn't? "No more bullshit. You have no reason to believe me, a-and...I...I c-...I can't stop you. But I'll stay, forever. Just let my brother live. Please. Take my soul, my life, take everything else, but please don't take him. I'm begging you. I'm begging you, please, please think about it."

Echo stopped pushing - albeit slowly - before returning to her book coyly

"This isn't me forcing you to do what I want anymore Tom. This is me having dinner," she told him, smirking. "You're staying with me forever anyways.~ I get to keep you, possess every fiber of you.~" She shifted, and a burp forced its way out. She covered her mouth, looking displeased by her body’s interruption. "You are absolutely and completely mine, whether you want it or not.

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