And Yet Another New Story

This one is slightly different in that- well, you’ll see. I hope you like the way I wrote it. It’s kind of different from my other stuff.

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“Look,” said Dr. Carol Finlay. “He’s part of the problem, not the solution.”

“Dr. Diamond is a respected scientist in his field,” said Dr. Hightower, head of personnel in charge of the project. “I am sure his proclivities will be eclipsed by his prowess.”

Dr. Finlay felt desperate to be understood. “Dr. Hightower, you understand that Dr. Diamond is a talking snake, correct? And talking snakes are a subset of the woman swallowing species. Dr. Diamond eats women, Jim, he eats women.”

“Look,” said Dr. Hightower, frowning. He had never enjoyed people using his first name instead of his more professional title. “We need the brainpower to figure out the entirety of the problem. I understand Dr. Diamond is a non-human intelligence. But it is more than pythons and other snakes that are eating women, Dr. Finlay. We have documented evidence of cows, giraffes, large dogs, fish, and horses eating women as well, just to name only a few of the new woman eaters off the top of my head. While Dr. Diamond may be a member of one of the trouble species, he does have a top quality, first notch brain and we would be idiots not to use it. End of discussion.”

And with that, Dr. Hightower dropped the manila folder on the desk and turned to leave. As he reached the door, Dr. Finlay, frustrated, said, “Dr. Hightower, I can only hope I am still here by the time our report is finished.”

“If you wish to quit, the end of your career is your own concern.” And Dr. Hightower shut the door behind him.

“That’s not quite what I meant,” said Dr. Finlay to the empty room.

Dr. Finlay was a tall woman, almost six feet tall, with flame red hair that fell in dramatic curves down to her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes were almost hidden behind the thick lenses of the coke bottle glasses she wore. She tried, unsuccessfully, to hide her figure with turtleneck sweaters, lab coats, and other methods of dressing frumpily, but it didn’t work. Carol Finlay’s full breasts weighed almost thirty pounds each, the mammary gland thick globes riding high on her chest. Her waist was thin and her hips wide but lean, her long legs graceful. Her mind was brilliant, and she had been blessed with a myriad of awards.

She got along well with Dr. O’Hara, her companion from CalTech. Dr. O’Hara was a thick waisted, tussle haired, generally untidy man with a first class brain in his skull- to judge him by his appearance and not his mind was to do yourself a grave disservice. They had worked together in the past and had been lovers for a short time. Again, to judge him by his appearance was foolish for he was a brilliant lover, with an instinctive knowledge of how to please a woman’s body, over and over, again and again until rational thought was impossible. His genitalia were less than full size, but oh the things he could do with them! Even now, when the last time they had bedded each other was several years ago, they worked well together.

Dr. Diamond, on the other hand, was quite literally a wild card. He had been a research scientist at the Mayo Clinic for years, distinguishing himself brilliantly and earning a veritable bevy of awards. And while there had never been even a hint of impropriety concerning the reptilian Dr. Diamond, he was a talking snake. Uncoiled, he was a 28 foot long reticulated python of the woman swallowing species. The line of reptiles he came from made their diet entirely of human women- to digest anything else was to starve to death. What a way to die- Once a talking snake had swallowed a woman whole and alive it was generally a week before the digestive process even began. When it did, the woman being digested alive generally lived 16 to 24 days before the shock and agony of being digested alive killed her. And, although there had never been anything in the news to indicate Dr. Diamond had ever indulged his appetite for female flesh, he was a healthy talking snake, somewhat plump. Obviously he swallowed human women whole and digested them alive, his species had to.

Dr. Finlay had to work with both her companions but she didn’t have to trust both of them. And of the two, only one of them was a risk of swallowing her whole and digesting her alive. And it certainly wasn’t Dr. O’Hara.

It was late one evening and Dr. Finlay was working in her office. Everyone else had gone home for the night and she was finally getting more work done. She had amassed a huge amount of new data about smaller species of animals swallowing women whole and digesting them alive and was fitting it into her already collected data. It bolstered her suspicions entirely. She was typing up a new cover sheet for one of the new reports when she heard the door to her office creak open.

“What the-” she started, turning her chair toward the door when she was interrupted by a smooth voice.

“Dr. Finlay,” said the speaker in a deep baritone. “Please excuse me for not shaking hands in greeting.” It was Dr. Diamond, his scales a deep reflective black except for a line of green and red scales that ran down the center of his back.

“Dr. Diamond,” gasped Dr. Finlay, a shock running down her body. I haven’t told anyone I was working late tonight, she thought suddenly and felt sick. No one knows I’m here. She stared into his coal black eyes, watching his slim body coiling on the carpet of her office. He flicked the door shut with his tail.

“I admire your work,” said Dr. Diamond. “I’ve been collecting your papers as you publish. A brilliant mind.” He slithered across the floor and coiled onto a chair facing her desk, lower body restlessly weaving as he spoke.

“What do you want?” asked Dr. Finlay in a tight, quiet voice. Dr. Diamond continued as if he hadn’t heard her.

“Your work of late, however. I wanted to talk with you about it.” He slithered off the chair, coiled to the far side of the room and back. He was silent for a moment, staring at her. “I know you are afraid of me,” he said instead.

“What?” said Dr. Finlay, voice squeaking. Her body shook and she knew she was reacting foolishly. I’m acting like a prey animal, she thought to herself. I have to break out of this, but she couldn’t think of what to do, instead simply staring back into Dr. Diamond’s eyes and quaking.

“You know I eat women,” he said as he coiled closer to her, his triangular head level with hers as he moved. “You feel it in every cell of your body. I know you’ve tried to remind the others of this but they are men. They hear you but they don’t really listen. But you know I eat women, you can feel it.” He slithered around the chair, behind her, then around the other side. As he spoke to her he moved closer, closer, until now he rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered into her ear. She couldn’t move except to shiver. Sweat ran under her arms and she felt like she was going to pee herself. Part of this was pure terror but part of it was body betrayal- under all else she was feeling she also felt a small sexual thrill, a tingle in her lower belly. She knew, to her shame, that she was getting wet. He tucked his snout under her hair, into her ear and his flickering tongue tickled her ear canal. “I am so very hungry right now,” he whispered, and she did pee herself.

He slithered over the top of her lap, his body heavy on her legs. “Your research points in a direction that makes me feel very uncomfortable,” he said. He rubbed his cheek against the side of her head as he spoke, closer and closer to the very top of her. She felt a drop of his saliva drip onto her cheek as he spoke.

“People know I’m here tonight,” she whispered, shivering, Dr. Diamond’s body heavy on hers, holding her down. He weighed more than she did, his thick muscular body so much longer than she was. She felt, more than heard, Dr. Diamond rumble a low laugh.

“No, they don’t,” he contradicted her. “It’s a shame that you are more married to your work than you are to other people. No real friends, no sexual partners, no one to check in with, no one to miss you. Journals and magazines don’t miss people, nor does typed research. Amassed information does very little on it’s own and cares not who works with it, cares not who does what with it. It’s almost a shame how easily research can be taught to show the opposite of what was originally meant.”

“What do you mean?” she whispered, but she knew what he meant. Data could be manipulated, amassed to point in an opposite direction. Perhaps a dangerous conclusion could become a reassuring feeling. A call to arms could become a reason to relax. “What have you done?”

But she knew the time for talk was over. Felt it, both intellectually, and physically. She felt the gaping jaws of Dr. Diamond slide over the top of her head, gasped but didn’t cry out when his lower jaw slid down over her face, resting against her chin. His tongue as wet against her face. She knew what was happening- Dr. Diamond was swallowing her whole, was going to digest her alive… but right now she felt very little but simple despair. No fear for herself because Dr. Diamond was correct- there was no one in her life that would miss her. She had done her best to hide herself physically to the point she was almost gone anyway. Data didn’t care about people and that’s all that she had, all she had gathered to her in her life. And right now it didn’t seem like much of an accomplishment.

Only now, with Dr. Diamond’s tight jaws having worked themselves over her shoulders, with his nose down between her shoulder blades and his chin just now touching the top of her impressive cleavage, did she start to physically react to her being swallowed alive, and it wasn’t with terror and efforts to escape. No, she began to cry, body shaking shudders of sorrow. She had no one to miss, no one to miss her. And while she would certainly be missed by her work companions, would they even connect her disappearance with the woman shaped bulge in the body of Dr. Diamond? While logic said yes, life laughed at logic. Dr. Diamond had been eating women the ten years he had been with the Mayo Clinic and no one had ever connected vanishing women with the woman shaped bulges inside his body there. For all she knew, the Mayo clinic had been involved with the disappearing women. For all she knew, her companions were involved with her being eaten alive now- one less woman was less money they had to spend and two scientists could publish as easily as three.

As she felt Dr. Diamond falling sideways off the chair so he could continue swallowing her whole much more easily, he having reached the middle of her, she realized she could breathe quite easily this far down the throat of the snake swallowing her alive. But she knew the swallowed women had to stay alive somehow in the belly of the snakes that swallowed them. Some mechanism of the snake’s throat that brought oxygen down to the inside of the snake for the swallowed women to breathe.

Half gone now, half swallowed whole. Her body, down to her elbows, inside the mouth and throat of the snake, of Dr. Diamond. Only her hips and legs now to swallow and she would be gone. And those gone soon- she could feel her ass being swallowed away by Dr. Diamond, following her into the tight throat of this hungry, but brilliant, snake. Her sorrow was all-consuming as well, leaving her with no care that soon she would be tucked tight into the sac of the stomach of the talking snake that was swallowing her. Little care that she would be digested alive- in fact, as the tight lips of Dr. Diamond worked their way over her knees, she wanted it to be done, wanted it to be over. She was tired of life, tired of hiding herself away from life. She was ready to be gone, ready to leave it all away.

Dr. Diamond worked his jaws as he swallowed Dr. Finlay’s feet, dislodging her shoes. Surely there would have been wonder at the presence of her shoes but her personal lack of presence but he’d left far more behind in the past. However, Dr. O’Hara was coming in soon to make sure everything looked good. He had to do the typing that Dr. Diamond could not. His personal computers and other research equipment had been fitted for his particular body type but here he was just another wild animal. With a full tummy, he thought with a smile. He swallowed Dr. Finlay deeper into his body; soon she would pass through his stomach sphincter, then she would have to fully come to terms with her being eaten. She would have almost a week, after all. And when his digestive acids started flowing- well, she wouldn’t be doing much thinking any longer. Mostly screaming, if the previously swallowed women were any example.

Dr. Diamond had no real conclusions concerning the growing problem of increasing numbers of animals eating women across the world; frankly, he didn’t care. He just needed to get everyone looking the wrong direction for a while longer, until soon the problem was so great it couldn’t be fixed, if indeed it could even now at this early stage. The time of the human species was way past due. That their passing would also doom his own species of woman swallowing pythons didn’t bother him overmuch either. Species came and went. There was no right or wrong, no justice or injustice, no correct or incorrect.

Dr. O’Hara knocked at the door as Dr. Diamond coiled himself as comfortably as he could with a woman in his stomach. The dumpy man looked at the bulge of Dr. Finlay in Dr. Diamond’s stomach then went to sit in her chair. “I’ll make the changes we’ve already thought of,” he said as he worked at the keyboard. “When I get to her other works we can brainstorm.” Dr. Diamond smiled and hissed happily- he always felt good with a woman inside him.

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Didja catch how it’s different? Let me know in the comments what you think and if you have it right, well then, you can feel all happy and squishy 🙂

A Complete New Story!

I wrote this story as background for a picture done by RJRbwb. PLEASE click the link and look at the pic 🙂 I have masturbated my little pussy off to this pic and the concepts in it!

So I wrote a story for it. Several reasons I wrote it actually. The first) was that, of course, I love the pic. the 2nd) was  because I wanted to show Rudy 3rd) what I really like in vore. Twice I printed this story out, took off all my clothes below the waist, sat down on a chair and hiked myself butt forward so I could reach everything easily, then read the story to Rudy. And teased my pussy during the entire thing. Did the circular motion on my clit (Oh nice!), shoved fingers into myself (mmm), played with my lips (what a tease), etc etc etc. At the end of each reading, I then said to Rudy, “I like this idea the best,” Then I found it, read it aloud to him again, then jilled to orgasm for me. And him 🙂 I left the chair very wet. Didn’t set a towel down, it was wood. A little cold at first on my buns, but it warmed up.

So here we are, the story. I wrote it first, then I went through it and snaked it up. It was okay but not very snakey the first time. Now, no one survives 😉

Here we go!

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Proserpina Hispulla checked her electronic assistant again- always busy, always busy. Another complaint of abuse at the Serpens Proeliis. Sigh. The fifth such complaint in the fifth year. At least it was always a different complaint every time. And this year, the complaint was abuse of the serpents. Oh my.

Serpina gathered her necessaries into her briefcase, checked her tunic in the mirror, her hair, her makeup- all in place and becoming of a highly professional up and coming government official.

The Serpens Proeliis was only a few blocks from her own work building so Serpina decided to walk. No need to spend the money on a Nubia, although she realised they needed the numus to live as well. Best she spent the Denarii on the necessaries than the simples.

The front of the building was a simple whitewash, the letters in red above the double doors. There was a busy traffic of entering women at the doorway. Upon entering, she spoke into a button operated electric talker. The woman operating the switchboard took her information, bade her take a seat on one on the benches and promised to call a supervisor immediately. Around her, women entering to fight in the arena’s walked past and around her.

Serpina took a seat on a clean bench, briefcase on her knees. She knew the women operating the switchboards at the Serpens Proeliis were also slave labor.

In only a few minutes, a tall woman in very short red skirt greeted Serpina. The single wrapped red skirt was thin material and didn’t reach even halfway down down her muscled, bronze thighs. Serpina knew that she, as all workers at the Proeliis, wore no undergarments beneath the skirt. She was nude from the waist up, as all female workers at the Proeliis were, a badge of honor. This indicated, on Proeliis terms, survival in honorable combat where the punishment for failure was death. She was an exceptionally busty woman, extremely topheavy, each heavy breast easily four times larger than her head and flowing locks of flame red hair, a good fifty to sixty pounds of soft breast each. This showed the pureblood Amazonas in her- the Amazonas were an extremely busty people, although the woman coming to greet her had a very flat chest by Amazonas standards.

“Operarius Proserpina Hispulla,” she greeted Serpina, who felt inwardly very intimidated by this woman’s gigantic tits. Her own tits were only slightly larger than twice the size of her own head and hair and were only as firm as basketballs. She had always felt bad about their small size and knew that her own flat chest was holding her back in her work promotions. “I am very sorry that your visit is felt to be necessary. I understand this is a visit about the health of our animals?”

“Operarius Ingens Ubera”, replied Serpina. She had prepared herself for the meeting, already knew the name of the person she was about to meet. “Of sorts. Abuse of animals, to be exact. If I could see the serpents, hear what you have to say?”

“Certainly,” replied O. Ubera. “Please, follow me.” She turned and walked away, Serpina following. As O. Ubera walked, each of her breasts was easily visible to either side of her as she walked- her back was two feet wide from shoulder to shoulder, her breasts easily three and a half feet at their widest, swaying and wobbling as O. Ubera walked. She certainly made it easy to follow her, thought Serpina jealously.

The first serpent that O Ubera stopped at for Serpina’s examination was a thirty three foot long anaconda. This mighty beast was stretched out in it’s enclosure, obviously miserable. It was stuffed full to it’s tail, belching softly. It’s innards groaned, sloshing as the beast struggled to digest the contents of it’s overfull stomach.

“My goodness,” said Serpina. “This poor beast. How many fights has this beast been in today?”

Ubera checked her own electronic device. “Seven battles against seven Amazonas this morning, O. Hispulla, and another five scheduled for the rest of the day.”

“And how many has it won?” Although looking at the poor beast, noisily digesting the seven women stuffed into its belly in it’s misery, Serpina could tell the answer already.

“Seven victories, O. Hispulla, swallowing whole and alive each defeated Amazona as is customary.” O. Ubera reached a hand into the waistband of her skirt, rubbed her groin hard several times.

“And what exactly does any woman have to do to be declared Amazonas, O. Ubera?” Serpina already knew the answer and didn’t expect O. Ubera to give her one- as was customary, any Roman woman could declare herself honorary Amazona after the subjugation of the Amazonas people over a thousand years prior. Serpina herself had declared herself Amazona upon her fourteenth birthday, the day every Roman girl was considered a physically and sexually mature woman. Only the truly flat chested Roman woman could not be called Amazonas, carrying less than thirty pounds of breast on her ribcage a mark of Amazonas shame.

O. Ubera did not answer, instead taking her to the next beast in line.  She entered the next holding enclosure and stood over the head of the twenty eight foot long reticulated python within, one slippered foot on either side of the beasts head. Her stance brought the heel of each slippered foot two feet away from the other. This serpent too was hissing softly, it’s belly groaning and gurgling as it tried valiantly to digest the women stuffing it’s innards.

The enclosure for each of the serpents within the Proeliis was an open wall into each enclosure, there being no doors to shut on any of them. The hall of serpent enclosures was one hundred feet long, the hall entrance of formal entry near the center. It was this entrance O. Hispulla and O. Ubera entered. There were fifteen serpent enclosures on each side of the hall, each enclosure an open side and each was some twenty feet deep and five feet wide, ten feet in  height. Electric lights kept the enclosures from seeming like dungeon cells. Between each enclosure was a showerhead, with a wide, deep shelf above it. Before a battle, each woman changed in the hall, storing her belongings on the shelves above the showerheads. As well, at any time any of the women fighters, female visitors, or female staff could enter the hall of serpents, strip, and avail themselves of the showers. The hall of serpents was filled to capacity, the waiting halls outside filled to capacity with waiting women. Between the nude showering women the serpents slithered, either to a battle where it would swallow whole and alive so it could digest a bested woman combatant or, belly full of a bested and still living swallowed woman to digest, back to it’s enclosure.

To reach the enclosure O. Hispulla and O. Ubera now stood in, they had walked between two sets of naked and showering women between every snake enclosure- the Proeliis was a very popular building, both for showering and for the sacred and formal honorary combat between woman and serpent. The two government women had also stepped over and past many serpents travelling unsupervised in the hallway, almost as many lone serpents as there were showering nude women. A large number of the serpents  had slithered up to and coiled showering women. No one, not O. Ubera nor any of the other showering women had cared when the wet serpents had begun swallowing the struggling and shouting women alive so O. Hispulla, after a few backward glances (during which the serpents had swallowed the women down to their naked and shaved crotches, other women stepping over the snakes and their half-swallowed, struggling prey) ignored the feeding snakes and their living meals of women.

The reticulated python at O. Ubera’s feet was normally six inches wide from side to side. It was now, all down it’s length from head to tail, stuffed with swallowed women in various stages of digestion.

“This poor animal!” gasped Serpina.

“It has been in six battles this morning,” said O. Ubera as she checked her electronic assistant.

“Don’t tell me,” said Serpina. “It won every battle?”

“Please, O. Hispulla,” said O. Ubera, shaking her head, her vast tits jouncing and bouncing at the movement. “I can come close to guessing what you are thinking, but please remember. Every beast, upon winning at honorable combat, must be given the right conquest- the opportunity to swallow whole and digest alive any woman, should it choose, that it has beaten. To rob the creature of this opportunity to swallow whole and digest alive any woman it has beaten in combat is to treat it less than honorably. And as for any woman who has been beaten at honorable combat, to offer herself up to be swallowed whole and digested alive  is to give her the chance to win back her honor. Any woman bested in combat by a serpent and not swallowed whole and digested alive is to live the rest of her life knowing nothing but shame.”

O. Ubera gestured down at the woman stuffed snake at their feet, her other hand stroking her vulva beneath her skirts, it’s belly swollen with the living women it had swallowed whole and was now slowly digesting alive. The swallowed women near it’s head were still moving inside the stretched stomach, while the swallowed women closer to the tail were in a much more advanced state of digestion.

O. Hispulla bent down closer to the hissing head of the reticulated python. When her head was approximately six inches from it’s own head, the snake suddenly belched, easing pressure within it’s greatly swollen stomach. The smell that  filled Serpina’s nose was expected (the stench of digesting meat, the fear sweat of terrified swallowed whole woman in a tight and digesting stomach) and a complete surprise (the heady aroma of aroused vagina, of orgasm in a tight enclosed space). The beast looked Serpina in the eye, appraising her even as it digested the many bested women in it’s stomach. She knew the beast was internally debating coiling her, swallowing her whole, and digesting her alive and the thought made her wet. It belched again, loosing another gust of gas from the hundreds of pounds of living woman meat digesting in it’s innards and looked away.

Surprising herself, Serpina felt a continued tingling in her own sex. Either the thought of the swallowed women in the belly of the beast, or the thought of joining the swallowed women being digested alive in the belly of the suffering animal was arousing her. For a brief moment she wondered if O. Ubera also felt this arousal when looking at her serpents when they had swallowed whole and were digesting alive their bested combatants, then she remembered how O. Ubera was constantly rubbing her clitoris while watching the snakes with their bellies full of swallowed woman.

“If I may see another beast?” she said, checking the time on her electronic wrist clock. Over a half hour had passed, to her continued surprise. O. Ubera turned and walked away from the woman-stuffed beast at their feet and back into the hall of serpents. They continued past another few sets of nude, wet women and the serpents eating them and into another enclosure. This serpent was another anaconda and, to Serpina’s surprise, lean and hungry.

“This is Einos,” said O. Ubera as she stood straddled over the serpent’s head, one slippered foot resting against it’s snout. It’s coal black eyes were locked on her unclothed tight muscled pelvis, clean shaven sex, and the huge underside of her tits. “He is a forty foot anaconda and unbattled as yet today. He has never lost a battle, having swallowed whole and digested alive well over six hundred women. He is a very popular combatant and I am unsure as to why he is today as yet unbattled.”

“Ah,” she said, checking her digital assistant. “He was merely given the morning to rest his belly after winning sixteen battles yesterday, swallowing whole and digesting alive every woman he bested. Normally, any serpent with a belly that full of swallowed women would be digesting the women inside him for weeks. Einos is a prime example, however, of one of a newly discovered species of anaconda- unlike other serpents, these snakes subsist primarily and only on a diet of women.” Einos, as she spoke, was coiling around her feet, although she ignored him entirely as she spoke, caressing her aroused genitals. His large serpent head slid beneath her skirt and Serpina could see him nuzzling O. Ubera’s groin, sniffing loudly as he did so. “No matter how many women these serpents swallow whole in a day, digesting alive each woman they do so, they need to feed again the next day, filling their bellies with living women to digest alive. Surely you can see why so many women choose this serpent for honorable combat,” she said. As she spoke, Einos lifted his head from under her skirt and coiled around Ubera’s chest, circling each of her huge tits seperately and forked tongue flicking at each of her hard, erect nipples. He coiled again around her, his head coming up from behind Ubera, his head coming to rest on her shoulder, his head next to hers. “To win in combat would be an extremely honorable thing.”

Serpina looked at O. Ubera, coiled in serpent. Of her tall, muscled frame, only her hands, head, and tight, erect red nipples were uncoiled in loops of hungry anaconda.

“Well,” said Serpina, satisfied in her examination of the care and feeding of the serpents at the Serpens Proeliis.  “I think I can give you, and perhaps your second in command,” she said, Einos’s serpent mouth gaping open next to O. Ubera’s head. “My recommendation. I don’t see any actual abuse of the animals here- I believe any complaint was merely as to the number of women each of the serpents is forced to consume whole and digest alive on a daily basis. The number of serpents here merely needs to be doubled,” she said, thinking back to the hall behind her, the hall of serpents. Already it crawled thick with hungry, woman swallowing animals but it could easily hold twice the number of woman eating beasts. Perhaps triple the beasts. Already the showers were used on a waiting only basis; triple or quadruple the number of woman meat hungry stomachs roaming the hall and they would be turning away easily scores of women eager to use the showers, let alone battle in the arenas. “I would personally think at least twenty or more of the kind of serpent Einos here is,” she said as she typing into her electronic device. She knew she was speaking to ears that would easily agree with her, should they be able to hear. Einos’s lips were easing their way down O. Ubera’s chest, the woman gently sliding into it’s throat. At the speed the serpent was swallowing whole O. Ubera, she would be inside the beasts’ stomach in just fifteen to twenty minutes. As she watched Ubera’s hands working at her crotch, masturbating as the snake swallowed her alive, Serpina knew that the fighter also had felt, and had been unable to further resist, the sexual longing all women felt when watching serpent’s swallow other women whole and alive.

“And send,” said Serpina as she electronically filed her report. Her morning’s work finished, Serpina walked back into the hall of serpents, stepping over a reticulated python as it finished swallowing whole a woman who had been showering just outside Einos’ enclosure, the woman’s feet vanishing into the mouth of the beast, disappearing as the snake swallowed her body down it’s tight throat toward the enclosing sac of it’s belly, there to join the other women it had swallowed whole and alive already. Down the hall in either direction Serpina could see hungry snakes swallowing whole, so they could digest alive, every showering woman there. She began to strip down, wanting a quick shower before she went back to work. If I make it back to work, she thought, lower belly tingling and her sex wet and warm as she watched another hungry serpent coil a woman who had just stripped to shower a few feet away. She began to masturbate as she watched the snake begin swallowing the woman head first, ignoring the coils of serpent suddenly sliding around her own legs.
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I hope you all liked it!

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He said, “I can only think of how much pain that one gal’s back is with boobs that big. That part sounds like a guy wrote it.”

And I said, “But, but, I like big boobs like that. Not on me, not on real people…”

He said, “No, a girl wouldn’t write anyone with boobs that big, she’d be thinking of her back and what it would feel like all the time.”

And I patted my pussy and said “I’m a girl, you’ve had your dick in this before, guys don’t have this.”

And he said, “Doesn’t matter. Sounds like a guy wrote it.”

So I leave it up to you all. I will change the story if I need to. Does that part sound like a guy wrote it? I like big boobs, even boobs that big (Not on me, you know that!), but I don’t want to ‘write like a guy’. I’m working hard on my own voice all the time, and I don’t need it sounding like someone elses.

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Luv y’all!

Naturally Delicious And Nutritionally Filling, Nature’s Perfect Food: Human Women

It started as a three person panel, two scientists from CalTech and a third from the Mayo clinic. Based on the frightening number of women being swallowed whole and digested alive by animals across the United States, as well as the rest of the world, what had changed in the world was being studied. Before the results of the study were published the three scientist panel had become a two scientist panel- the scientist from the Mayo Clinic was discovered to be one of the small, but growing rapidly, number of talking snakes that were infiltrating human society. The day before publishing, he had eaten the female scientist from CalTech, although it took almost a full week of her being alive in the snake’s stomach before she was digested. Once digestion began it was another two and a half weeks before the pain and shock of being digested alive killed her.

It was determined that human females had become nature’s perfect food- delicious, nutrition packed. Physical beauty was one of the signals that indicated nutritional value. Breast size and fullness was another. Women that had not born children were much more delicious and nutritional than women who had. Naturally vitamin packed women had a near total lack of body hair from the eyebrows down- a woman who’s vulva had never grown even a single hair, even through puberty and physical body growth through aging, was much more naturally filling than a woman who shaved.

I Am ReWriting My OverWritten Story

I was about half-way through my story when I saved over the top of it. Dunno if I mentioned this before. I shoul;d prolly reread my old posts 🙂 But anyway. I went and saved a dumb thing over the top of it. YARGH. So I have been working on rewriting it. Sigh. Hate doing stuff like that.

I have been having mass depression issues during this latest sabbatical o’ mine. I wish I didn’t take sabbaticals. I wish I wasn’t emotionally brittle that I break easily then have to take sabbaticals. I wish a lot of things. Sigh.

Soon to follow!