In this week's picture, I have a couple of women, Elizabeth which is mine character, and Ronda (blonde), which is  johaku99 character, sitting comfortably together in a stomach.
The accompanying story I wrote for this picture is greatly inspired by a comment I got from DrakentheBlack when I described the picture theme for him, telling me it sounded like a First time.

On another note, I have recently been bugged down in RL with a slight problem that perhaps will slow down my drawing/writing output. But my situation has fortunately improved greatly the last week so I hope to be back with full focus as soon as possible : )

Story……………………………………… First time

Elizabeth groaned as the feeding tube kneaded her downwards, the process was as unusually slow and gave her plenty of time not to appreciate the warm and slimy environment. She had been eaten again, this time while doing a photoshoot in a run-down factory that would provide rustic background for their shoot. None had talked about the monsters that lurked in the basement……

Her boss, Lacy had been at her car with a few of the younger models and quickly gotten away, leaving the rest of them to fend for themselves. Elizabeth wasn’t angry about this and would most likely have done the same herself. Unfortunately did this still left herself with parts of the crew and a dozen young women at the mercy of the monsters. And said monsters were hungry.

It all started when one of the younger girls had a moment on her own to explore the surroundings and ventured down a stair. Elizabeth didn’t really know what became of her, but there was a scream that abruptly was cut off and followed by a swallowing sound that echoed through the vents. The rest of the people went silent until one brave soul asked if someone should go down and look for Nina, which was her name. None had volunteered and Elizabeth had even told the rest of them that they probably should leave and call the police. But it was already too late.

A tentacle shot up from the basement, wrapped around the woman next to Elizabeth and dragged her back down into the darkness. Everybody who saw this froze, not daring to help the poor woman as she begged for them to save her. After she vanished into the darkness, there was another short scream and silence before a second swallowing sound concluded her disappearance. By now, nobody was in any doubt of what was happening. The women started to flee on unsteady heels and unpractical skirts. Elizabeth cursed her tight miniskirt that prevented her from putting her long legs to full use and stopped to pull it higher up, just as a kind of hand burst through a vent and grabbed a third woman and pulled her back into the vent. It happened really fast and her beige dress were ripped apart when its bottom got stuck on a metal rod, ripping it off her body.

This caused a full-blown panic in the room; everyone was fending for themselves. A woman got the bright idea to jump out a window and Elizabeth ran to follow her example, but during her flight, something wet and slimy attacked her from behind and yanked her off her feet. She yelled and screamed as she was flung through the air and down through a large crack in the floor. She yelled and kicked while her body was dragged across an old floor before being tossed into what she recognized was a mouth.

"Nooo! Let fucking go of me! What are you-naahgh!!" Elizabeth yelled as she was placed firmly upon a hot and sticky tongue, her entire front side instantly plastered in saliva. The dark red of the throat dissipated into total darkness ahead of her, and she screamed again when the black rose up to engulf her, the mouth closing firmly around her squirming body.


"Mmmph! Mmmh!!" Her face pressed down against the gooey tissue, a wash of warm saliva flooding over her, Elizabeth moaned in frantic despair as she was urged firmly forward by the tongue. Her expensive clothes were gradually shredded by teeth she bumped into and before long only laces and lose garments hang onto her body. No amount of wild wriggling slowed her decent, and she soon felt a powerful contraction grip her body, squeezing her from all sides and dragging her inexorably downward.

At last, the sweltering tunnel opened out ahead of her, and then she was falling, to land with a yelp on her back a moment later. The stomach's tissue was squishy and slick, and seemed to constantly shift and churn, making it impossible for her to stand. A deep, insistent groaning noise issued from all around, indicating the stomach was pleased at her arrival. “Why the fuck do I always end up in this kind of situations?” she groaned, feeling the creature move and wiggle around her and fished out a smartphone she secretly kept on herself (inside a plastic bag in her pussy) at all times, using its light to shine upon her surroundings. “I better find a way too…”

Her thoughts of escape ended abruptly when a wet, squelching sound made her turn around, just in time to get a mouthful of female pussy in her face when a second victim arrived. Elizabeth was knocked backwards and into the slimy stomach juices. With her head buried in gooey juice and her face nearly smothered by another woman’s pussy, she miraculously managed to keep her hand outstretched and the phone out of the liquid.

With great efforts, she managed to push away the big ass to get up again a breath. The light from her phone shone on her glasses which she picked up, cleaned and sat on her nose, allowing her to see who her company was. It was the secretary, a blond bimbo who recently had started working at Lacy Lingerie.

“Elizabeth! Whatshallwedowehavebeeneaten!!! Arewegoingtodie!?” she screamed in panic. Her pulse was racing and she started banging at the stomach walls that imprisoned them. “Let me out, let me out!” she cried.

In contrast, Elizabeth sat down with a heavy sight and pulled hard on Ronda’s G-string, forcing the blonde woman to sit beside her.

“Is this your first time?” Elizabeth asked calmly.

“My first time what?”

“First time being eaten! People tend to panic, unfortunately often for a good reason….” Elizabeth added.

“What do you mean, has this… happened before? How do we escape?” she asked bewildered.

Elizabeth held up a finger. “Rule number one, always carry a phone on you. Rule number two, make sure you have somebody close at all times you can call to help you out.”

Ronda stared at her in awe. “Does this often happen to you?”

“Being a model comes with a certain amount of risk, you were just unfortunate enough to experience this since you for once had to come with us on our little field trip. Next time, stay behind your desk!”

“Elizabeth?”

“Yes?”

“Where did you keep your phone, mine got broken!?”


“Ugh! Don’t ask, that’s… private information!”

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