Here's a vore commission I got from  JessicaRae

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And here’s a story they made to go with it.

In the confined space of a shoebox, Doxy, a diminutive naga with a serpentine lower half and a human upper body, clutched a cuddly toy she had triumphantly won from an arcade machine. The plush companion nestled against her, a small but cherished victory in the world of the tiny.

Just as she dared to peek out of her snug abode, the urban landscape around her underwent a surreal transformation. The towering figure of the Head Nymph, a giantess with mystical powers, loomed in the midst of the city, orchestrating the reversal of time itself. However, this seemingly extraordinary feat bore unexpected consequences for Doxy.

In a disorienting twist, the temporal manipulation transported Doxy back to a moment just before her victorious acquisition of the cuddly toy. The elation she had felt, the thrill of accomplishment, evaporated as the prized possession slipped from her grasp once more. Time rewound her fortunes, leaving Doxy disheartened within the confines of the shoebox.

With the unfortunate turn of events, Doxy's urgency intensified. She darted past an approaching officer, who, unaware of the temporal anomaly, was poised to apprehend her. The shoebox, a temporary sanctuary turned into a vessel of evasion, became Doxy's refuge as she navigated the miniature world with nimble dexterity.

The stakes heightened for Doxy as she raced against the impending threat of capture. Her penchant for devouring people, unchecked by the required predator license, had caught up with her, adding an additional layer of peril to her quest. The pursuit of the Head Nymph became not only a quest for answers but also a means to escape the consequences that loomed ever closer.

Determined and with the agility of a serpent, Doxy scoured the surroundings, seeking the elusive giantess, to which she ventured outside of the city to the forest known as Nymph Wood. The dense foliage of the mystical woodland cast dappled shadows on the forest floor as Doxy's determination led her deeper into the enchanted realm.

Spotting the towering figure of the Head Nymph amidst the verdant surroundings, Doxy's tiny frame quivered with determination. "You'll pay for what happened," she proclaimed, a mix of defiance and conviction echoing through the woodland. Without hesitation, she leaped towards the giantess, fueled by the desire for retribution.

Yet, the Head Nymph was no ordinary being. With a graceful wave of her hand, she conjured a shimmering magic bubble that enveloped Doxy, trapping her within its iridescent confines. The naga, suspended mid-air, found her attempts at retaliation thwarted by the magical barrier that held her captive.

Caught in the ethereal prison, Doxy faced a barrage of questions from the Head Nymph. The giantess, mistakenly believed a Nymph had devoured her friend. After all, the nymphs feasted on anything that entered the woods all the time, so one of the creatures could have been Doxy’s friend. The giantess said calmly and with sorrow for the tiny naga, “Little one, you can’t eat me. You-“

The undeterred Doxy interrupted her, shouting, “I can eat you! In fact, I can eat any of the nymphs that live here! All of them!” The giantess quirked a brow at her. “Yeah, I know about the rumors. You got a lot of nymphs hiding in this forest. I can eat them and then I’ll eat you. Hmph!”

The Head Nymph, intrigued by Doxy's audacious proposition, seized upon the idea as a solution to a burgeoning problem. The Nymphs, growing too comfortable in their habits of devouring humans that weren’t even in the forest and flouting the rules, had attracted the Head Nymph's ire. A deal was struck in the heart of Nymph Wood—an otherworldly agreement that would put Doxy's voracious abilities to the ultimate test.

With a wave of her majestic hand, the Head Nymph summoned every nymph to the designated location, setting the stage for a peculiar contest. Gurgles, Jiggles, Saddles, Sniffles, Snuggles and all the rest stood there in confusion. It was over one hundred of them standing there. The giantess asked, “What is your name, little one?”

“Doxy.”

“Well, Doxy, if you can eat every single nymph present here, I will give you my very self as a prize to be consumed.” The Head Nymph couldn’t help but smirk at the audacity of this tiny naga, but she didn’t mind some entertainment after handling that awful Gurgles and having to reverse time. She waved her hand once again, the bubble popping to let Doxy drop to the ground before the many nymphs. If this tiny naga managed to consume even one of her nymphs, she figured that she could just reverse time. It would at least teach that nymph just how it feels to be food. “Go on ahead. Don’t feel too bad if you can’t do it.”

Doxy surveyed the scene before her with avid anticipation. Over a hundred nymphs, their towering forms eclipsing her tiny stature, presented an overwhelming feast for the voracious creature. Despite the apparent mismatch in size, a hunger-driven determination gleamed in Doxy's eyes as she prepared for the extraordinary feat that lay ahead.

With a salivary eagerness, Doxy wasted no time in initiating her unconventional banquet. The nymphs, though taller than her, became prey to the insatiable naga. One by one, they succumbed to the voracious coils of Doxy, who skillfully maneuvered her serpentine form to swallow each nymph whole. The forest air resonated with the peculiar symphony of gulps and muffled struggles as Doxy embarked on her extraordinary feast.

Resistance flickered among some nymphs, their futile attempts to fight back or even devour Doxy proving fruitless in the face of her voracious appetite. However, the relentless naga pressed on, undeterred by the feeble attempts to thwart her insatiable hunger. As the unusual banquet unfolded, the mountain-sized first stomach of Doxy became the second to last destination for all but one of the nymphs; the Head Nymph that watched in horror and amazement. This all happened within five minutes. So many now stuffed inside such a tiny being. She could hardly believe it.

In a bid to elude the voracious grasp of the tiny yet insatiable Doxy, the giantess Head Nymph harnessed the power of her magic. The mystical energies swirled around her as she conjured a protective enchantment, a visual manifestation of her determination to resist becoming another morsel in Doxy's extraordinary feast.

As Doxy, driven by her voracious appetite, initiated the process of pushing her mountainous meal from the first stomach into the second within her serpentine tail, the Head Nymph's magic came into play. The enchantment, a manifestation of her power, took an unexpected turn. Instead of a defensive shield, the magic worked in mysterious ways, causing an unintended yet remarkable transformation.

In a surreal twist, the magic focused its effects on the giantess's anatomy. Her breasts, the unintended target of the enchantment, began to grow in size, defying the conventional laws of nature. They hung heavily to below her belly button, making her pout and huff. “I mean…I guess this’ll work. Don’t assume I’m some easy meal, little one. I am a powerful creature after all…not to be boastful or anything.”

Meanwhile, within the serpentine depths of Doxy's tail, a peculiar metamorphosis unfolded. The nymphs, nestled within the stomach, became agents of transformation, contributing to the surreal thickening of the naga's tail. As they digested within the confined space, an alchemical reaction occurred, causing Doxy's tail to swell and expand, akin to the girth of a redwood tree's trunk. Her outfit no longer could fit her tiny frame, to which the naga slipped off her clothing, revealing the bust that grew a bit after such a feast.

That was when her attention turned to the Head Nymph. “Now for the big dessert! Its like a cake…with melons,” she giggled, but the giantess simply frowned.

“I know I said you could have me as a meal, but seriously…Don’t think you’ve had enough? You eat as much as Jiggles, my goodness.”

“But I’m hungry.” Doxy sulked. “And we made a deal.”

The giantess sighed, “Yeah. Yeah. Then give it a try, but I think you’ll hurt yourself, little Doxy.”

Seating herself on the verdant forest floor, the giantess Head Nymph acquiesced to the terms of the bet, allowing the tiny Doxy naga to commence her consumption journey from the colossal feet upward. The naga, victorious in the wager, began her audacious feat, yet doubts lingered in the giantess's mind. The notion of being entirely consumed by the voracious Doxy seemed implausible, even in the face of the bet's outcome.

As the gluttonous Doxy navigated the intricate landscape of the Head Nymph's form, progressing from feet to plump rump, a subtle unease settled upon the giantess. The initial confidence wavered, replaced by a growing concern that the naga might indeed accomplish the improbable task of devouring an entire giantess while keeping her alive.

The struggle became palpable as Doxy encountered the sizeable bust of the Head Nymph. The naga, faced with the formidable challenge, wrestled with the task of swallowing down the massive expanse of the giantess's upper body. Despite the formidable challenge, Doxy's determination proved unyielding. Inch by inch, the naga skillfully navigated the complexities of the giantess's anatomy, eventually conquering the struggle to engulf the last remnants of the massive "dessert." The final slurp resonated through the enchanted woodland, marking the triumphant conclusion of a fantastical feast that defied the boundaries of size and appetite.

The tiny naga unleashed a belch with the clear outlining of the giantess curled up within her mountain-like belly. “URRRRORRRRP! …Yay! I won!”

She cheered, her fat and thick snake tail wagging cheerily as she hugged the big belly beneath her. “

Embarrassment gripped the giantess Head Nymph as she found herself nestled within the confines of Doxy's belly. Though relieved that no witnesses were present to behold her undignified predicament, a profound sense of shame lingered in the aftermath of the improbable consumption.

In a bid to undo the unconventional turn of events, the Head Nymph, desperate to erase her presence from Doxy's belly, attempted to wield her formidable magical prowess. With a determined effort, she endeavored to rewind time within the serpentine depths of the naga's stomach, seeking to extricate herself from the surreal predicament.

However, to her dismay, the magical incantations proved futile within the confines of Doxy's belly. The enchantments that typically bowed to the Head Nymph's command resisted her efforts, causing a growing sense of panic to seize her. The realization that the magical reversion failed intensified the giantess's unease, as the boundaries of control slipped from her grasp.
The expanse of Doxy's mountainous belly, swollen and taut from the extraordinary feast, began to wobble and jiggle wildly. “Whoa,” squeaked the tiny naga.

Within the confines of the naga's serpentine form, the giantess struggled vehemently, attempting to break free from the digestive imprisonment. The belly, once a placid repository of consumed beings, now quivered and shifted under the relentless efforts of the captive giantess. Undisturbed by the internal turmoil, Doxy reclined atop the tumultuous stomach, her demeanor nonchalant as she observed the futile attempts to escape. With an air of indifference, she gently patted the undulating surface, a casual acknowledgment of the digestion processes commencing within.

As the sounds of digestion reverberated through the enchanted woodland, signaling the inevitable fate of the struggling giantess, an unexpected arrival disrupted the surreal scene. The officer from the city, equipped with a shoebox to contain the diminutive naga, emerged on the forest floor. However, the officer's composed demeanor faltered upon witnessing the overstuffed Doxy lying amidst the foliage.

Perplexed, the officer surveyed the scene, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. With a bemused expression, she mused to herself, "...I'll need a bigger shoebox, it seems."

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