The door closed as Sam Manson strode into her lodge, sighing in exhaustion and relief as she just came home from the college graduation party.
 
As a matter of fact, many years had come to pass since the major events that happened when she was in her last year of middle school.
As such, many things changed during those last six years, including her having moved out of Amity Park by age 19, into a lodge located not too far from the town, and now, she had graduated college, earning a degree in physics for her studies, which contributed in helping the world understand how ghosts were able to travel between their dimension and ours.
 
 
Yet, here she was, having come home from a party that was held to celebrate graduation.
Make no mistake, despite her goth aesthetic, Sam was rather keen on attending such events, especially knowing this one would lead well into a three-month-long summer break, one she hoped she would enjoy as casually as possible, but even with her outgoing personality, the young woman still needed some time alone to recharge her social batteries, which had now been depleted by two thirds.
 
 
“Phew… As fun as it was… There’s no place like home.” Sam spoke as she moved one hand to remove the green hair tie she used to style her black hair into a ponytail, resulting in said hair to fall well past her shoulder blades, “Time to get a bit more comfortable.”.
 
 
She then proceeded to start removing her goth black and purple gown while heading to the bathroom, eager to rinse the sweat off her body with a good old warm shower to relax the muscles…
 
 
Twenty-five minutes later
 
 
“Now that’s better…” Sam spoke as she stepped out of the bathroom after a lengthy shower, followed by her taking good care of her straight, silky long hair and eventually changing into what she considered her pajamas, which consisted in a dark purple tank top that seemed to have trouble containing her C-cup breasts, black dolphin shorts that perfectly encompassed her hips and rear and violet thigh-high socks that proved to put quite an emphasis on her luscious thick thighs.
 
 
Of course, a summer night would not be one if the college graduate did not step towards the window of her bedroom to open it.
In fact, she enjoyed the contrast between the sun’s warm embrace and the cool nightly breeze blowing on her pale skin.
There she stood, at the window, smiling as she let the breeze caress her face while longingly staring at the cloudless night sky, illuminated by the full moon and the countless stars shining through what seemed like infinite darkness.
 
 
A nostalgic sigh escaped Sam’s soft lips as she locked her gaze into the moon, recalling pleasant memories of the times she spent with a certain boy named Daniel Fenton, or as she liked to call him, Danny.
Daniel has been her best friend for years, but most importantly, she used to be in love with him, even before the incident that granted him his powers and second identity as Danny Phantom.
In fact, she genuinely loved that guy to the extent of feeling nothing but jealousy towards other girls such as that condescending popular bitch known as Paulina.
However, despite the feeling being mutual, their relationship was far from a smooth-sailing trip, mostly because of ghost attacks ruining their dates and forcing Danny to go and save the day.
 
 
“With great power, there must come great responsibility, I guess” She spoke, letting out an amused giggle in hindsight as she recalled the days where they tried to date, though it was none too amusing back then, especially in the long run.
Conscious of the difficulty in maintaining balance between saving the day from power-hungry ghosts and maintaining a healthy, stable relationship, both parties declared this was definitely not working out and that it would be best breaking it off.
That being said, even though it has now been an entire year since they stopped being lovers, Sam maintained a healthy friendship with her ex-boyfriend, being on pretty good terms with each other and having civil interactions whenever he had some spare time.
 
 
Though, she knew there was still a bit of love for him left in her, and she knew there was no way she could possibly pretend it didn’t exist, let alone pretend there never was anything beyond friendship between Danny and herself.
As pleasant as the memories were, however, Sam was damn well aware they now belonged in the past, just like her college years, and that the only way she could move forth was to look ahead rather than behind.
 
 
Besides, the party left her tired, and it would come to show as a yawn escaped her mouth while her eyelids started to feel heavy.
 
 
“Heh, at least, the party sure got its benefits” the 21-year-old beauty thought, soon turning away from the window to flip the switch, turning the lights off before reaching the bed and purposefully collapsing face first on it, the impact being cushioned by the soft mattress and pillow.
Next thing she did was flipping herself over, onto her back, as if she was a toast of bread that landed buttered-side-down, just like according to Murphy’s Law, before stretching her arms as her eyelids soon gave way.
Too tired to try and enjoy the soft summer breeze while she would be thinking of what to do on her first day of vacation, Sam eventually closed her eyes, thus falling fast asleep under the moonlight.
 
 
Unbeknownst to the goth chick, her window was still open.
Not that it posed much of an issue for Sam, as she knew the lodge was located remotely enough to avoid having any more humans to pass by, especially at night time, for few were dumb enough to venture out into the night, let alone think of breaking into her lodge.
 
 
Of course, this still didn’t mean she would not be risking having any unsolicited visitor that night.
Such a visitor came in the form of an animal, more specifically a green anaconda, one of the biggest snake species known to exist.
 
 
This green anaconda used to be the resident of a nearby zoo, which had gone abandoned due to insufficient funds needed to sustain the park.
The scaly behemoth managed to survive years after the zoo’s indefinite closure, as the last resident, but eventually had to move out, crawling through the forest for days, away from prying eyes, until it had stumbled upon the lodge.
 
 
Though this specimen went through remarkable adaptations to survive cold winters as it was thousands of miles away from its natural habitat, it still had to find a warm place where it could rest for the night, and this lodge just happened to be a perfect candidate.
Creeping up to the window, the serpent flicked its tongue in the air, soon catching a pleasant scent as well, filling its simple mind with hopes to find a suitable food source inside the lodge and further motivating it as a result.
 
 
The animal poked its head through the open window, scanning the area to ensure no other predatory species it considered a rival was in here first.
But with its heat sensors, the scaly giant detected no such thing as a rival in immediate vicinity, rather stumbling upon something else.
Turning its head to look up at the bed, the anaconda caught a clear glimpse of Sam’s figure, saliva almost escaping its scaly lips as it looked on at her chest, which rose and fell softly with each breath the sleeping woman took.
 
 
Feeling its stomach churn, the beast was now confident it not only had found a place to rest but also had the chance of having a warm, filling meal that would help it avoid having to hunt for a while.
 
 
However, it was abruptly snapped back to reality as it perceived a faint moan from inside its stomach, causing it to turn and take a look.
As it turned out, Madeline Fenton, who had been declared missing after having been last seen heading to the abandoned zoo for a ghost-busting mission, was still inside its stomach, and miraculously, she was still pretty much alive for two main reasons, the first being her suit having proven to be surprisingly resilient to gastric acids in which she was coated by that point, and the second reason being the snake’s digestive tract itself.
 
As a matter of fact, due to its species not usually eating average-sized humans, the green anaconda did not start digesting Sam’s ex-mother-in-law, rather kneading her body in order to further tenderize it over the course of days, much to the woman’s delight as it meant she would endure more intense massaging sessions, all while predicting she would eventually be digested, albeit at a much slower pace than deers, boars or capybaras.
 
 
The serpent then turned back to Sam’s direction and soon realized eating the young woman would be a bit risky considering his stomach was already full with a mature gut slut.
However, he knew on the other hand it was still going to have to get warm if it wanted to digest the ghost huntress a bit faster, and would probably never get another chance at trying to gobble Sam up.
Besides, considering it loved the taste of the ripe, mature woman that was relaxing inside the tight confines of its stomach, perhaps it would not hurt to have seconds.
 
 
Fully convinced whatever it would try was worth the shot, the anaconda then crawled through the window, albeit sluggishly thanks to the hefty bulge Madeline was making, all while it was slowly revealing the full extent of its length as it then crept its way closer to the bed, where laid Sam.
 
 
There, the mighty animal reared itself up and took a much closer look at the sleeping beauty, staring up and down at her lovely figure, from her sleepy face to her petite feet, though its gaze mainly focused on her C-cup breasts, which rose and fell as she silently breathed, and her luscious hips and thighs.
Their apparent thickness caused the scaly intruder to slightly salivate at the thought of handling them in its jaws.
All in all, Sam Manson was asleep, leaving her curvaceous body vulnerable to any move the snake would perform, though it became clear she was such in a deep slumber the anaconda would not bother coiling and squeezing her to the brink of unconsciousness.
 
 
Sensing it was the perfect opportunity, the creature positioned itself all while keeping an eye on Sam, just to ensure she wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, before having his head facing her feet.
 
 
Dessert time
 
 
This was what the anaconda would have uttered, had it been gifted with the ability to speak like in this cartoon movie where a python tries to use hypnosis on some human, but this was reality, and while being unique, even among others of its kind, it was just an animal whose sole purpose was to eat.
 
 
The scaly giant then proceeded to open its mouth and moved forth, causing Sam to lightly gasp at the warmth as her socked feet were eagerly welcomed inside the serpent’s closing mouth.
It wasn’t long until the sweet taste emanating from the sleeping lass invaded the snake’s primal thoughts, further cementing its desire to send her down the hatch.
Taking advantage of its prey’s deep slumber, the beast then advanced, a first peristaltic response causing the woman’s feet to enter the tight, humid and warm confines of its throat, while the snake bid its sweet time trailing its mouth over her well toned calves, even gently nibbling onto them, finding out how firm they really were.
 
 
As a matter of fact, since her break-up with Daniel, Samantha took the time to prioritize herself aside from her studies, and that included taking good care of her figure, which she had sculpted and maintained by hitting the gym on a relatively consistent basis, especially working on her legs.
 
 
Neither knowing nor caring about the goth woman’s work-out routine, the scaly behemoth was still pleased with her results and grew all the more eager to conquer that protein-rich body of hers.
With another gulp, the predator pulled Sam’s calves into its greedy throat and effortlessly trailed past her knees, having taken advantage of her sleep and the resulting lack of resistance.
 
 
“H-hmm…” the young woman muttered, still deeply asleep and completely unaware of her current situation. In fact, a relaxed smile drew itself on her face as she was dreaming of the seaside, imagining her lower legs were gently caressed by the waves crashing onto the soft sand, when they were actually being kneaded by the relentlessly quivering walls of flesh that kept welcoming more of her figure with each pulsation.
 
 
Despite the slight noise escaping Sam’s lips, the beast didn’t stop its progress, slowly but steadily working its way up her thighs and ‘chewing’ onto them.
Those thighs of hers were just as firm as her calves, but definitely a tad wider, enough to slow the animal down at most.
Not that the thickness bothered the snake in the slightest.
Rather, it was biding its time, appreciating every millimeter of her sweet, hairless skin and the firm muscles beneath said skin, pulling the sleeping beauty deeper every time the jaws made contact with her thighs while her predator’s snout was drawing dangerously close to her dolphin-shorts clad hips.
 
 
Soon enough, the reptile worked its jaws even closer to her hips, the tip of its snout slightly pressing near her private area, eliciting a little, unconscious gasp, which repeated itself as the creature flicked its forked tongue just under her buttocks, the layer of clothing she had on being the only barrier between her bare skin and the bifid tongue that was brushing past that area, though the stimuli was still nowhere near enough to actually cause the young lady to stir, mostly because she was still somewhat immersed in her dream.
 
 
“Hmmm… Not there, Danny…” She uttered, still dreaming she was at the beach with her former boyfriend, imagining she was relaxing, listening to the sound of waves crashing onto the sand and the sea birds chirping as they would soar in the sky above them, just as he was using his hands to coat her legs with sunscreen and that he took the chance to tease her a bit by using his ghastly abilities to summon a hand to tickle under her booty as she laid on her back, “H-hey… You know this tickles.”.
 
 
However, while the dream she was having had become rather agreeably vivid, there was a strange sensation, as if there were tiny, pointy needles poking at her, which led her to frown in slight discomfort and move her head to the side.
“Ungh… Did you put those needles there ??” Sam muttered in her sleep, carrying on with her dream in spite of a part of her, deep down inside her mind, trying to urge her into waking up.
The black-haired beauty then proceeded to try and scoot a bit away from where she felt the needles, only to wince and flinch as soon as she felt the needles pierce the skin on her butt.
This time, it felt all too real to simply be a part of her dream, and only then did she decide to heed that deep part of her subconscious as it was basically begging her to wake up.
 
 
Letting out a groan of discomfort upon feeling the needles slightly poking into her butt, Sam finally stirred, blinking to accommodate her eyes to the moonlight before attempting to move her legs in an effort to scoot off whatever was stinging her bountiful rear.
However, much to her confusion, her legs didn’t budge, and even if they did, they were softly but immediately forced back in place. Much more confusing was the feeling of her sock-clad legs being surrounded with a squishy, quivering matter and coated in something wet.
 
 
“Huh ? Why can’t I-” The young woman inquired, having absolutely no idea what was happening… Until she felt something flicking under her rear and a slight pressure around it and her crotch.
This prompted her to raise herself, using her elbows to support herself on the bed before looking down to see what could be causing her apparent inability to move and get herself more comfortable…
 
 
Soon enough, Sam widened her eyes in pure shock and froze in disbelief at the sight before her.
“Huh ???” She uttered, repeatedly blinking as her barely awake mind had trouble processing what she was witnessing, setting her eyes on the window she neglected to close before turning to the huge green anaconda, whose jaws were surrounding her hips, the lower one especially pressing onto her ass, “Please tell me I am either having hallucinations or a nightmare.”.
 
 
Her chest rose and fell at a quicker pace as panic began setting in.
Hoping she was only having a nightmare, the goth chick shifted one arm over and closed her eyes before proceeding to pinch herself as hard as possible.
“Ow !” She yelped in pain before opening her eyes, only to be met with the same sight, much to her horror, “No… This can’t be real !”.
 
 
She could deny it all she wanted, the sight she witnessed and the feelings she experienced were now very real.
There actually was an anaconda that broke into her bedroom, it was eating her feet first and she was now little less than halfway down the hatch.
 
 
“Nghh… Get off me !” Sam exclaimed as she proceeded to place her hands on the tip of her devourer’s snout, starting to squirm in an attempt to free herself from her nightmarish predicament, going as far as trying to find proper leverage inside the anaconda’s throat, which was no easy feat considering the drenched socks encasing her legs made it hard to find any spot that would help pushing herself out of the slippery throat, “C’mon, c’mon !”.
 
 
Yet, frantically moving her legs, the college graduate managed to feel a couple spots inside the quivering fleshy walls and proceeded to press onto them, hoping it would upset the snake enough to force it into spitting her out.
Now attempting to slip her way free, Sam gritted her teeth and began pushing, to no avail since the serpent didn’t budge one bit, leading her to gather more strength and try again.
 
 
“Let me go ! I’m not that edible, you know ?” She said, trying to bargain with the creature for her life, “I mean, I know a woman that’s probably more filling.”
Unfortunately for her, the anaconda was not one to bargain and could not be reasoned in any way, for it was only interested in conquering prey and making a meal out of them, and this was exactly how it perceived Sam, a prized piece of meat that was only meant to be sent down its guts.
Of course, the goth lady was none too happy with such perspectives and even if her predator succeeded in conquering her, she was definitely sure she would not make it easy in the slightest.
 
 
“Take that !” The woman exclaimed, now clenching her hands so hard on the anaconda’s snout her nails ended up digging right into the scaly skin as she was pushing harder in an effort to pull herself free.
However, the serpent was unfazed by her pathetic attempt, which only served in slowing its progress down at most.
 
 
“Crap… If this doesn’t work, how am I going to get that thing off me ?” She pondered, starting to feel demoralized at how futile her attempts to push the scaly snout back turned out to be, her chest still rising and falling at a quick pace while she ended up looking to the side.
An idea then popped up inside her mind as she noticed how thin the unhinged lower jaw was compared to the snout, “Unless…”.
 
 
Wasting no time, Sam loosened her grip on the scaly behemoth’s snout, pulling her nails out of the scaly skin before musing at how she at least managed to draw a few drops of the creature’s blood.
 
 
“This better be working.” She thought as she now placed her hands on the snake’s unhinged lower jaw, her arms almost bending behind her back in the process, and began pushing as hard as she could, still attempting to use her lower limbs to propel herself free from the unrelenting throat.
Again, the unfazed beast did not budge, much to her frustration.
“Argh, come on… Let me out !” She exclaimed, pushing even harder at the reptile’s lower jaw, still determined to break free from her predator’s grasp.
 
 
 
 
This time, she managed to force the snake’s mouth open wide enough to actually start pulling her rear free, which began to fill her with hopes she might succeed in escaping her intruder.
However, her aggressor’s saliva was lubricating its jaws and her hips, causing the scaly surfaces to become slippery, and another push from the lady resulted in both of her hands slipping inside its mouth.
 
 
“NO ! I was almost there !” Sam shouted in frustration as she felt her hands make contact with the wet insides of the giant anaconda’s mouth.
Having dealt with the damsel’s hands, which constituted the only thing that surprisingly proved able to slow it down, the massive reptile proceeded to resume its progress, much to her horror.
Hit with the harsh realization she was now trapped and unable to do anything against her predicament, Sam began to panic and helplessly squirm in vain efforts to break free, shifting her gaze towards the open window.
 
 
“SOMEONE, HELP ME !” She shouted, as loud as possible, in hopes someone was passing by and would rush just in time to save her, only to be met with the deafening silence outside her cabin and the disgusting sounds emitted by the snake as it was engulfing her luscious hips, which began to bulge its throat out, “I DON’T WANT TO BE SNAKE FOOD !”.
 
 
Paying the dark-haired beauty’s vain cries for help no heed, the predator trailed its mouth over her well-toned waist, its backward-facing teeth tearing holes through her purple top as she vigorously squirmed, having an adrenaline rush flowing through her body.
 
 
Perhaps this adrenaline rush was the sole reason Sam didn’t flinch in pain as she felt the anaconda’s needle-like teeth slightly stabbing through her skin while she helplessly thrashed around in futile efforts to escape her fate.
Unfortunately, her struggling moves had the exact opposite effect, causing her to slip deeper into the snake’s quivering throat, as if she was stuck in a quicksand pit, thus allowing the serpent to trail with little to no difficulty over her waist, now setting its sights on her breasts.
 
 
“NO ! LET ME GO !” She cried out at the snake, foolishly hoping the creature would understand her.
But with the animal being devoid of any visible hearing system, her demands quite literally fell on deaf ears, and even if it could hear the panicked woman, the beast wasn’t interested in the slightest in listening and letting go of such a bountiful meal.
As a matter of fact, the creature was solely focused on one single goal and nothing would ever be having it stray from said objective, not considering how close it actually was to fully conquer its struggling meal.
 
 
“Gah ! Fuck, this is hopeless…” Sam mumbled as she kept squirming helplessly, starting to lose hope as she observed her predator now dangerously trailing its mouth closer to her C-cup breasts and the fact there was nobody in immediate vicinity that would come and miraculously save her from the snake’s unrelenting task.
Besides, all that struggling began to take its toll on her body, her breath becoming heavier as she once again started feeling exhausted, “Is this really how I- Ahn”.
 
 
Cut-off mid-sentence, the goth lady’s eyes widened as she could feel herself becoming flustered in embarrassment at how loudly this moan escaped her lips.
Her gaze then drifted back to the serpent, whose upper jaw now made contact with her breasts, slowly pressing them onto its warm palate.
She breathed heavily now, realizing how close she was to being fully consumed. Was this really the end of her? Eaten in her own lodge, digested in a reptile, not even strong enough to be considered a threat to the snake as it ate her alive ?
 
 
Such questions ran through her mind as she witnessed the green anaconda’s upper jaw squishing her breasts.
Surprisingly, it did not really hurt, but every impact was sufficient to pull the mounds of flesh deeper, lubricating them in the process.
Perplexed, Sam began biting her lip in an effort to keep any sound from escaping her lips.
One one hand, she did not want to die, as demonstrated with her pointless squirming, but on the other, a part of her knew there was no choice, no say in the matter at the end of the day.
Besides, given how far the snake had progressed and the fact there was no such thing as help that would ever come, what else could she really do ?
 
 
“A-all things considered… This isn’t so bad, I guess…” The woman spoke, looking on as the anaconda kept lubricating her boobs with its upper jaw.
Her cheeks became flustered as she felt her own body starting to relax, mostly due to the relentless massage provided by the throat walls that were tenderizing the meat beneath her skin.
It should not feel this good, yet here she was, ceasing any semblance of resistance against what was now inevitable at this point, “Guess if I had actually relaxed…”.
 
 
Sam laid her head back down, thus accepting her awaited fate, shivering as the snake’s backward-facing teeth slightly scraped against her breasts, before they too were greeted into the warm confines of its throat.
By this point, despite breathing becoming complicated as the esophagus exerted some pressure over her ribcage, the young woman was now too tired to even complain, letting a yawn escape her mouth.
 
 
Sensing its prey was no longer struggling, the anaconda resumed its steady progress, its jaws effortlessly handling her shoulders and leaving her head sticking outside.
 
 
“I guess this is it…” Sam muttered, looking longingly at the moon-lit outside world for the very last time before her organic coffin sealed its lids around her pretty face, the only thing left of her outside being parts of her silky black hair, which stuck past its scaly lips before they too slowly slipped from view as the reptile took a couple more gulps, sealing her fate as snake food.
 
 
Now having been swallowed whole and alive, the 21-year-old college graduate student lightly wriggled, no longer out of fear but rather of slight discomfort at how tight the throat walls turned out to be.
There she formed a bulge that slowly but steadily slid down the esophagus, the muscles dragging her deeper with each pulsation, all the way until she plopped into the stomach, which barely even had more room.
 
 
“Huh ? Has this always been soft ?” Sam thought as she slowly glided on some surface that felt different from the relentlessly quivering walls of flesh that were kneading her body during her inevitable descent towards this very place.
Taking advantage of the fact her arms had been pinned behind her back when the anaconda devoured her, the goth chick proceeded to explore the surface on top of which she laid, feeling some rubbery texture and one that felt frighteningly similar to her own skin, hitting her with the sudden realization the anaconda already had eaten someone and that she was merely the dessert.
As she began to wonder who was in here, Sam heard a familiar voice moaning in delight, one that she could not mistake with another, further adding to the surprise.
 
 
“Mrs Fenton ?? Is that you ?!” The young woman inquired, now convinced she had recognized her ex-mother-in-law.
Sam then recalled watching the news after going through her final exams, mostly the segment mentioning Madeline Fenton having been reported as missing two days after having last been seen heading to the forest for one of her ghost-hunting missions.
The college graduate widened her eyes, now hit with the realization this snake was the reason Maddie had gone missing without any other trace than her van, still parked near the abandoned zoo’s entrance.
More surprising was, she was still alive and in surprisingly pristine condition, if one didn’t take the slight red patches on her skin and the holes in her tight bodysuit into account.
 
 
“Hmmm~ Oooh~” Madeline moaned, still in a quite aroused state, before a shiver went down her spine as she felt what seemed like a pair of hands running onto her own back and someone’s head resting just a little past her big butt, the feeling soon prompting her to nudge her head a bit to the side as the college girl’s voice reached her ears, “About time I had some company~”.
 
 
“Wait a minute… Is she actually enjoying this ??” Sam wondered, giving off a surprised expression as she closely listened to her ex-mother-in-law, now being aware the latter was definitely enjoying her little stay inside the anaconda’s stomach, “Mrs Fenton ! Can you hear me ??”.
 
 
“Samantha ?~” Madeline inquired in a rather sultry tone, probably intoxicated with arousal, as she then recognized her ex-daughter-in-law’s voice, “So you decided you’d join the fun, heh ?”
“Uhhh, not really, that thing ate me in my sleep, I only woke up halfway.” Sam replied, summing her situation up to the overall elated ghost huntress who then foolishly giggled at the situation, “W-what’s so funny ?”.
 
 
“Just pictured the fact this snake was already craving seconds when it just made a meal out of me, I guess~” the 40-year-old woman answered, fleetingly musing at how ravenous this scaly behemoth really was, before confusion began to settle within her mind, “Wait a minute, you told me he ate you during your sleep, right ?”.
 
 
“Yup.” Sam replied, nodding the affirmative way while wiggling a bit as she tried to make herself a bit more comfortable, “Why ? Where do you think we are ?”.
 
 
“When I met the big guy, I was hunting a ghost at that abandoned zoo.” Maddie explained, giving further detail on her encounter and overall positive experience with the giant anaconda, up until Sam eventually joined her inside the tight confines of its stomach.
 
 
“Ooookay, I hate to break it to you, but it has been days since you got eaten.” Sam spoke, sighing a bit as she remembered Danny telling her he was a bit uptight since he learned his mother had gone missing.
In fact, the goth chick was somewhat tempted to tell Maddie her kids were looking for her and kinda lost hope, but seeing the mature woman this happy despite her all-too-obvious predicament, she eventually elected not to tell the truth and let her process the time she spent.
Of course, her mind could not get off how long the ghost huntress had been inside the reptile’s gastric cavity, leading to ask, “That being said, how is it you are still even alive ??”.
 
 
“That’s a good question. Normally, it would take an anaconda up to a week to digest a capybara.” Maddie remarked, soon remembering how slow the anaconda’s digestion process could really be.
While it was a fact a sixty kilograms capybara would keep an adult anaconda fed for around five days, the ghost huntress could not help but realize they were quite on another level, “But we do not know how long it would take to digest a human, let alone two, since, you know…”.
 
 
“No report of anacondas eating people had been confirmed as opposed to that other big snake ?” Sam replied, not only referring to the fact there were little testimonies on green anacondas attacking adult humans, let alone eating said people, but also to a seemingly confirmed total of seven people having been swallowed by a reticulated python, which held the reputation of being the longest extant species of snake in the world, in the course of a couple centuries, “Well, they ought to confirm the report of two women eaten by an anaconda now.”.
 
 
“And given this anaconda had never eaten a human, it might take a bit longer for us to be digested.” Maddie theorized, while slightly struggling to resist the urge to rub herself onto the fleshy stomach walls, which started tightening around both women, much to the mature woman’s excitement.
 
 
“I get that you’re enthusiastic about this, Mrs Fenton, buuut, I’m a bit… tired.” Sam retorted, feeling her eyelids becoming heavy once again as a yawn escaped her lips.
Clearly, she was exhausted from struggling so much against her predicament, and the available oxygen started to grow scarce, not really helping Madeline as her lustful desires were keeping her awake.
That being said, the ghost huntress knew better than to disrespect her ex-daughter-in-law’s wish to resume her slumber, recalling an argument they had when the former woke the latter in a way that seemed too lively for the goth chick, back when said chick dated her son.
Nudging her head into the stomach wall under her, Madeline buried her face against the quivering flesh and softly moaned into it.
 
 
“Urgh, whatever…” Sam commented, rolling her eyes as she listened to that gut slut of a huntress moan in ecstasy again.
At this point, the college graduate was way too tired to even complain any further, sealing her eyes shut and slowly falling asleep once more.
 
 
The anaconda, on its end, had observed its dessert reach the stomach and add to the already big bulge Madeline had formed, much to its satisfaction.
Just as the two women writhed a bit in unison, though not for the same exact reasons, the serpent’s stomach walls became further stimulated, though it didn’t bother the scaly behemoth in the slightest.
 
 
Yawning, the snake popped its jaws back in place and soon slightly curled up, laying its head right on top of the bulge provided by its hefty main course and dessert, which would still be contained inside the gastric chamber for some time, at least until the gastric acids started getting to work…