I Yet Live

Skydog (If you know who he is then you know of his wonderful manips- if you don’t then boy have you been missing out on WONDERFUL art) did a manip that I only just saw the other day. It was heart-stoppingly wonderful. Literally- I felt a tingling in my belly and my heart did a flip-flop. Beautiful piece of work. I shall include it.

It is perfect. It is beautiful. It looks real.

These three young women went sunbathing on the beach. As they slept, the middle one was consumed alive. Part of the reason I so absolutely love this pic however is because it is so totally unfair. The middle gal is eaten before she can do anything about it. Her friends cannot save her- they are still sleeping as the beast swallows her whole to digest alive. And she certainly cannot avoid her fate- if she is even awake at this time. No hope.

Ah, but life. I am almost done with my latest story. Having trouble with life, getting actual keyboard time to get it written. Hopefully I will have more time in the next week- my two youngest are going to visit their grandparents for a week. That just leaves me Rudy and my oldest (and his girlfriend who is over ALL THE TIME).

Miss you all. Love you all. Really miss chatting with all of you that I used to chat with every day 😦 Hopefully life will give me more of a chance soon.

Anne

Wubblies

Ah, life 🙂 If you do not see the pic as an animated gif, click the pic and it will open a new tab with the fully animated young galchick pulling off her top and exposing her beautiful beautiful jubblies. Ah, how can a world with boobs be bad?

How Did That Happen??

Man, 24 days since the last post. It’s like I’ve crawled into a hole and rarely poke my head out. My continued apologies to everyone I continue to flake out on. I am dealing with pain and depression issues and not doing so well. I AM getting a paraffin hand-bath machine for my hands- they hurt like I have crushed glass in the joints and tendons. But when I bathe them in candle wax, the delicious heat feels s…o…o…o… good.

Here’s a pic for my friends!

I remember when my own boobs were almost that full. Sigh. Long time passing.

Been working on stories- the continuation of the previous one, as well as a tale of a talking seagull that becomes the star of the beach after swallowing whole a bathing beach beauty. His fifteen minutes of fame stretch well into weeks and months, and his belly is never empty afterwards.

 

And Story #4- A Week (And Some!) Behind :)

I am hoping that this story is good, just as I hope that all of them are good, so here is hoping! Be good now- be brutal but nice at the same time 🙂

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Randy looked up from the cash register when he heard footsteps approaching. He vowed to hold his tongue this time, he couldn’t afford another reprimand. But when he saw the pair of breasts approaching, he had to bite hard.
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These breasts were large, firm, and held tightly in a black t-shirt. There was no bra holding these proud milk machines; they were high, full, and the thick nipples jutted like thumbs against the thin cloth of the shirt. There were words written on the shirt- “3 Gallons A Day”, and he believed it. With an effort he lifted his vision to the face of the woman that belonged to these bobbling, jiggling tits. She was smiling, her red hair hanging in ringlets to her shoulders, and he felt a sudden surge of dread.
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She stood about five foot and a half in the flip flops she wore on her dainty feet. Her legs were lean and she wore a pair of short shorts that rode very low on her thin hips. Her belly was taut, and she had a shiny belly button ring. The shirt that barely held the oversized meat melons was cut to just under the ribs, and tight as it was it rode up to show the soft undersides of her massive milk-makers. She wore thin-frame granny glasses over her piercing green eyes.
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“I sincerely hope you are looking to buy a hamster or a cat,” said Randy before those tits could say a word. “Because sister, with a rack like that, there is no way I can legally sell you a snake.”
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The woman behind those beautiful breasts lost her smile only for a moment before she spoke. “No, I wasn’t in the market for a snake,” she said. She shrugged, breasts bouncing and jiggling, and Randy felt the blood surging into his groin. “I was, in fact, hoping you could help me purchase a rat.” Her voice was pleasant, soft.
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Briefly, Randy felt torn. He wanted to help the woman that belonged to those breasts, but on the other hand, the bloody fucking cash register was on the fritz. The software that ran the machine was barely out of beta and he’d begged the owner of the store to not upgrade but had lost the argument. He wasn’t going to be selling anyone anything if he couldn’t get the register working again. And while business wasn’t exactly booming, there was always the threat that he’d have to use the machine at any moment.
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But hell. Those tits wanted to buy a rat. That was safe. He could send them to look at the rats and continue working on the register. They had a fair variety of furry rodents to look through, all of them cute and furry. Twitchy noses, whiskers. Not a one of them tempted to look at a delicious pair of tits and devour the owner.
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His eyes slid down from her eyes involuntarily and he spoke to those soft mounds of flesh. “If you head to the back of the store, to the left hand side, you’ll find we have a charming variety of not just rats, but also a near bewildering number of hamsters, mice, and even guinea pigs. I would take you there, but I have to fix this bloody cash register.”
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“Thank you,” she said, startling him for a brief second- since when did tits talk? But he remembered that there was a woman attached to them just in time to look up, smile, then back to the hard nipples before she turned away. He watched her firm round buttocks walking away before he went guiltily back to the cash register. Fucking thing.
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He lost track of time while he was in debug mode, the software change manual on the counter beside him. He was in the zone and amazingly no one had actually come up to make a purchase which was good and bad- he did need to actually sell things so the owner could afford to pay his salary, after all. It could have been five minutes or a half hour. It was only when a little girl came up to the counter that he was jolted back to reality.
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“Mister?” came the voice and he looked up.
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“Yes?” He wasn’t rude, just lost for a second or two.
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“There’s a snake eating someone in the back of the store.”
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Oh hell. Oh HELL. If the snake was eating those tits, and the woman who belonged to them, he reminded himself, he was in trouble. He could maybe be fined a half-lunch break. That would SUCK. He needed the money to pay for the internet connection at home- his internet porn addiction needed it it’s fix, baby. He stepped from behind the counter and headed to the back of the store.
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Oh fucknuggets, a snake was eating those tits- and the woman that came with them. She’d stripped off what little clothing she wore- the tiny shirt and the panty-less short shorts, the sneakers- and let the reticulated python (why did they have that? No one ever asked to buy it and it was nothing but trouble- it’d eaten well over a hundred female customers in the three weeks they’d had it) loose. The, judging by her position on the floor (nude, lying on her back with those wonderful, beautiful, luscious milk makers settling on her chest and rolling off the her rib cage to rest on her upper arms, hard nipples quivering on the tops of her pillow like breasts), had let the snake swallow her head and shoulders. It was swallowing it’s way down the rest of her body now, it’s nose resting at the midpoint of her sternum and the corners of its mouth just three inches down her shoulders on each side.
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Now how had it done that? Her shoulders were much wider than her head, yet it’s lips were swallowed equally far down on each shoulder. Damn, he would have liked to have seen the snake swallow her head and shoulders… Not as much as he would have liked to have just seen the woman naked and not partly inside a snake, but still. Simple morbid curiosity. As it was, he let his eyes drink in the unswallowed portion of the woman- her thin waist and lightly muscled belly, the swell of her hips and the soft pouting lips of her shaved cunt. Her clitoris was large, not frighteningly so, and erect- her hands were massaging the flesh around the tiny pink nubbin, gently touching and softly rubbing the clitoris itself, fingers touching, rubbing, and inserting themselves in the soft wet hole of her amply lubricated pussy. Her legs were long, lean, runners legs, knees drawn up and feet near her tight buttocks as she masturbated, snake swallowing her whole and entire.
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The snake swallowed the woman further down it’s throat. The snake itself was a beautiful green creature, the main body lime green and a pattern of lighter yellow and darker green diamonds running in a pattern down its back. It was a larger snake, almost thirty feel long and a full eight inches from side to side at its widest. It’s head was a triangular wedge at the end of the body, the jaws able to dislocate and the bones of the skull actually able to pull softly apart when eating large prey- otherwise the beast would never be able to consume enough to keep its body alive. Right now it’s mouth was stretched around the rib cage of the supine woman, plus the width of each arm on either side of the rib cage, plus the bulging of the mammoth breasts. And yet the snake was having very little problem swallowing the woman down two inches at each swallow.
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The snake would ride it’s lower body forward, a rippling and bulging of it’s body around the swallowed prey in its throat, then, when swallowing, would thrust the forward part of its body up the body of the prey- in this case, taking the woman into it’s mouth and down it’s throat two inches at each swallow, bringing the body of the swallowed woman closer to it’s stomach with each peristaltic pulse, where it would digest her alive over a period of one to two weeks before the digestive process finally killed her.
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Randy shook himself. He had a raging erection and a ringing in his ears. He turned to the little girl, who couldn’t have been more than seven year sold an for a moment didn’t know what to say about the situation. At last he said, “I should probably call the police or something.” But he didn’t move, watching as the snake swallowed another few inches of the nude masturbating woman into it;s mouth and throat. It’s lips were around her navel, at the elbow of her arms. Periodically her legs would tremble, her arms would freeze and her pelvis would buck as she achieved orgasm yet again. Her breasts were mashed downwards between her arms, hard nipples like rich brown cookie dough, hard as bullets, nearing her shaved cunt as the snake ate her alive.
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“Is a snake going to eat me when I get older?” asked the little girl, forcing Randy to stop thinking about his cock and irritating him no end.
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“Only if you’re very very lucky,” he replied, gripping himself through his pants pocket. “Not everyone is good enough to get eaten.”
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“What if I don’t want to get eaten alive?” she asked him, eyes wide and face innocent.
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“Then there is something wrong with you,” said Randy. “Now get out of here, I have to call the police in a few minutes. Maybe they won’t be able to save her,” said Randy brightly. God he wanted to jerk off- the snake had swallowed the woman’s ass while he was talking to that hateful little girl. The woman’s head was a lump in the body of the snake with her shoulders suddenly bulging outward. Her breasts made her upper torso a wide long tube in the snake’s throat and they were still not totally swallowed, her nipples still poking outward from the lips of the snake mouth even though her pussy was inside the snake’s mouth.
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Here goes my bonus, thought Randy, as he finally couldn’t control himself and began masturbating furiously through the pocket of his sweat pants. The snake’s eaten another pair of tits, this train wreck of a little girl who wouldn’t stop fucking yakking when there was important work to be done was probably going to tell the police he had just watched while the snake ate the tits Z(and the woman they belonged to, couldn’t forget her), and he still hadn’t debugged the bloody cash register.
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He’d probably get docked his lunch break for the day because of this debacle. Still though, he thought, orgasm nearing as he ran his hands up and down the throbbing pole of his cock, it had been a wonderful show. The snake was still swallowing the woman whole, it’d be a good week or two before the act of digesting her alive would kill her, and judging from the activity around the crotch of the bulge of the swallowed woman she was still masturbating as much as he was. The snake’s lips were at her knees and she was sliding, two inches at a gulp, down the throat of the beast.
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There was no way the cops would be able to get that snake her yak her back up. And since no one would even think of killing the snake to rescue her (it wasn’t the fault of the snake it was swallowing a woman whole and entire, preparing to digest her alive in the hot wet sac of its stomach- it was an animal with specific dietary needs. No fault, no foul.), she was in for a painful and terrifying week or two as she was digested slowly and painfully alive. And at that thought, with the lips of the snake inching downward from the woman;s ankles towards her toes, he came- jet after jet of hot wet semen spraying into his hand and into his underwear.
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“Now to call the cops,” said Randy. “And a towel. And a change of clothes. Fuck.” He wiped off his wet and slimy hand on his pants leg, smiling as he watched the jaws of the snake close, the woman now swallowed away into it’s throat. A one way trip to digestion now, he thought.
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“I just called 911” said the little girl as she walked back into the reptile room where the snake had just eaten a woman whole and alive. “When they heard it was a snake eating a woman they said it’d be an hour or two. Mister?” she asked Randy as he started guiding the woman-filled snake toward a back room where he could lock the door while it digested it’s living meal (and it could be kept in safety for the owner to return and help get it back into it;s cage).
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“Yes?” said Randy, filled with enough irritation toward the little girl to fill a suitcase. Good lord, always with the questions. Surely he hadn’t been this irritating when he was that age.
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“If I get eaten by a snake, are they going to rescue me?” she asked, and her eyes looked to be wide as dinner plates, her face aching for reassurance in a world she had just seen go crazy. She was reaching for rescue, a scrap of hope. And what she got in her time of need was Randy.
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“Oh hells no,” said Randy, a dreamy look on his face as he remembered watching the snake swallow the young woman alive just minutes ago. Just thinking of her luscious soft breasts, her silky shaven pussy, her lean long legs, all vanishing down the ravenous gullet of the hungry snake got his cock twitching again. “You’re under a death sentence already, kid. You’d better get used to the idea.”
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As he watched the little girl run from the store, bawling and streaming tears, he was totally confused. What on earth was THAT all about? If anyone should cry it was him- he still had to debug that bloody cash register!
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Here’s hoping it… drum roll… doesn’t suck  *fingers crossed*

 

4:30 AM And I Just Finished Story #2

Man, the things I do for my art. My sleep pattern is totally fucked and I’m ending up sleeping with Rudy in bed for only a few hours. Then I’m up at the crack of dawn and abusing myself another day.

Anyway, here’s the next story in “30 stories in 30 days”. Now be prepared- this one is BRUTAL. What I am trying to do in this “30SI30D” is try to stretch my range- to do something a little different here and there. Not just the same thing every time. So I’m going to write some stories that are a little painful to read now and again. Some stories that aren’t MY kink/fetish, except that at the end some poor woman get eaten alive.

So be prepared. There is blood, there is pain. But read it and let me know what you think. Even if you don’t like it because of the subject matter, does the story still work for what it is?

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Chanya stepped between the aisles near the rear of the old shop. There was no end of fascinating stuff on the shelves around her- various skulls of animals and what looked like human skulls but must have been monkeys of some kind, dried animal parts, model kits from other countries with cramped and strange alphabets on the fading yellow boxes. A spray of dried flowers still as brilliant as they day they had been picked, what must have been chef knives but they were curved oddly, and a rack of muumuus in colors and patterns  that a drunkard must have designed in the midst of seizure.  Behind a sheet of dusty glass there was some jewelry  she could never have forced herself to wear- earrings with strange spiked animal shapes, a brooch in the shape of a dead skunk (it must have been a dead skunk-what else could it have been?), and- oh, brilliant! On a sheet on tinted glass a ring.

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But not just any ring. The metal was expertly formed in the shape of a crouching reptile- it might have been a dragon, it might have been a komodo lizard, it might have been some animal from the sculptors fevered mind. The back legs stretched out like a drunken sailor  or bowlegged cowboy then bent back in at the knees- the feet touched together and melded together there. A finger would slip between those legs, then between the front legs that have been molded in the same shape. Instead of running in a circle around the finger, the ring would hold onto the finger lengthwise.

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Which would be extremely impractical but that wasn’t the point. The craftsmanship was beautiful- each scale could be made out, just barely. The legs appeared to have been carved from stone rather than cast in metal. And the ugly sonofabitches face- like someone had jammed a football up it’s ass and taken a picture of the resulting scream of outrage. Jagged triangles burst from the animals back as if it were an ancient dinosaur. Altogether it was an improbable an animal as she had ever seen in any book and it was wonderful. Sheer poetry in outlandish silver metal.

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Chanya too was a study in parts. Her mother was Japanese, her father Native American and her skin was the color of neither, more Mediterranean   than anything else. She retained the straight jet black hair of both, as well as a pair of striking cheekbones. Her irises too were black and the effect was shocking- as if she had gigantic dilated pupils drinking you in when she looked straight at you. She stood a modest five foot six and carried two over inflated football sized breasts high on her chest. They were heavy, full, thick with mammary gland and low in fat and connective tissue. Like all the women in her family, her body overproduced the hormones necessary for lactation and as such her breasts were always producing and overproducing milk- she required extra pads in her bras to soak up leaks. She had childbearing hips but had never had a chance to break them in as such- although very active sexually she had never even had a late period. She was one of those women that didn’t have to shave between her legs to remain as hairless as the day she was born- she had never grown pubic hair before, during, or after puberty.

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She was wearing black- from black pumps to  her black pencil skirt, black blouse with silver beads outlining flowers on the back, her black leather jacket held over one forearm and the cute black beret on the top of her head. The ring would be perfect, absolutely perfect. She looked at the display holding the ring- a simple sheet of mirrored glass and the ring sitting atop what could have been an acrylic or glass post. The glass sheet was on top of a curio cabinet filled with teacups, each painted with a leaf that had never graced a plant on our world. There was no form of protection keeping anyone from simply lifting the ring and sliding it into a pocket. Who would set up a display like this with such a beautiful piece? There didn’t appear to be any cameras about, and the only person she had seen in the store so far was a small wrinkled man behind a cash register near the entrance. And while the store wasn’t very large, maybe thirty feet wide, twenty deep with the oddity-cluttered ceiling hanging 12 feet above the floor, there was no one else around.

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She slid the ring over her finger and felt her heart skip a painless beat. It was wonderful. The ring weighed a good four ounces and so had a heft to it but that felt good. And the fit, while tight, wasn’t painful or even very constricting and it looked absolutely stunning. She had to have this ring. Had to have the ring. She looked at the ring display and found a little tag stuck to the side of the post. “Holy shit,” she whispered. Twelve hundred dollars. Holy fuck on a fuckstick made of fuck. Nothing else in the store had a price tag on it more than ten dollars.

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“Well, hell,” she murmured to herself. She slid the ring off her finger and set it back on the display post. She tapped a finger against her thigh for a moment, staring at the ring. “I think I’ll have to just take the ring.” And after saying it she felt a little twinge inside. She grabbed the ring off the post and slid it into a pocket of her leather jacket. Then, trying her best to stay nonchalant, kept walking through the store and checking out the displays even as her forehead broke into a sweat.

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While she was looking at a Japanese fan made of chicken bones and rice paper her jacket was jerked rudely from her arm. Her heart almost leapt from her chest and she turned to confront the jerk who had pulled her jacket away so rudely and felt the world suddenly shift sideways. There was no person standing there, but there was a silver komodo lizard, maybe a dragon, some sort of nightmare creature made of a shiny silver metal crouched in the crowded aisle next to her. It came up to her waist and the face was even uglier at this size with a gaping maw, crazy eyes, and spiky whiskers bursting from it’s cheeks.

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Chanya inhaled sharply, about to scream when  the creature’s thin, whip like scorpion tail shot over it’s head and jabbed into her neck, pumping a quantity of unknown venom into her carotid artery. The shock of the sting further robbed her of her breath and in seconds she crumpled to the floor. She was awake but she couldn’t move. The creature walked over to her, staring down into her eyes with it’s own shining metal nightmare eyes.

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“You don’t steal from us,” whispered the beast, it’s voice amazingly human but with an accent that made it hard to understand. “If you pay, I go home with you. But if you steal, you get to stay with me.” It reached down with it’s jaws and grabbed her blouse between it;s front teeth and dragged her roughly up the aisle toward the back of the store. All the way it muttered to itself and inside, Chanya was screaming.

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Once in the darkness of the back of the shop the beast quickly tore Chanya’s clothing from her using its teeth and talons. The beast wasn’t careful and left her bleeding all around her body from its scraping and tearing claws and in only a few minutes Chanya was lying naked on the warped floorboards of the shop. Her inner thighs were torn, her breasts bleeding badly and one finger was broken and bent in several places..“You don’t steal from us,” said the beast again. Chanya was laying lengthwise down the aisle on her back, eyes wide open. Inside she was screaming and telling herself she was just dreaming but the pain in her body was telling her otherwise. The beast padded surprising quietly down one hall and came up at her feet. Chanya could see her body in the dim light of the store and just past her feet the terrifying face of the monster. “And now you stay with me. You stay with me.”

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The beast dipped it’s head and opened its jaws. Roughly it took her feet into its mouth and Chanya was screaming so loud inside her head, pushing so hard, that she actually began moaning as she lay on the floor. The mouth of the beast was cold, hard, the teeth sharp but not pointed. They broke the skin but only because of the roughness of the treatment, not because they were sharp. Her feet slid into the throat of the creature and it felt like cold water on her skin. The beast was still of that strange silver metal but it moved like flesh.

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The beast shoved its head downward as it swallowed on her feet and legs. She could feel her feet now inside the body of the silver metal monster, the cold mouth around her calves. Even though the throat of the monster was made of living metal her skin slid into the body of the monster as if were saliva slick flesh. How Chanya was going to fit inside of this beast she wasn’t sure as it had only come up to her waist, but hey. Magic.

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The monster kept hissing to itself around her legs going down its throat and it swallowed again, pushing harshly on her legs. Her feet were inside the main body of the beast and did it have a stomach? Her legs were inside the throat of the lizard like metal monster with its cold mouth just below her tight buttocks and it lifted upward, bringing her pelvis a foot off the floor. Another cold metal swallow and her ass slid into the mouth of the creature, its teeth cutting her skin in parallel lines on her buttocks and her upper thighs. Her legs bent at the knees and she could feel her heels close to her ass through the body of the monster. Her voice was grunting as she tried to scream, to let the world know that this thing was eating her.

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Her knees were at the base of the beasts metal stomach, its body a cold embrace around her. Her head and shoulders still rested on the floor and her buttocks were in the mouth of the beast at human waist level- her breasts rolled up her chest and fell against her neck and chin, rolling around her head to rest on her shoulders. Her arms were splayed out and her shoulders hurt but nothing compared to the strain of her abdominal muscles. The creature hissed and groaned around her body in its throat as it pushed downward on her body and swallowing, shoving her into it’s body and stomach. And as it swallowed her into it’s stomach her body began to bend at the waist, forced into the fairly small sac of its stomach.

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“Nuh, nuh,” gasped Chanya as the monster pushed her shoulders into the floor, swallowing hard. It’s teeth cut painful grooves into her flesh and muscles as it drove her body into it’s stomach. The silver metal lips of the beast were under her breasts and around her back below her shoulder blades as it shoved at her, forcing her into it’s body. In it’s anger to eat her alive it was banging it’s mouth downward as it swallowed, thumping her painfully. Her head clonked on the wooden planks with each bang and her body slid deeper into the body of the monster. “Nuh!”

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It’s teeth cut deeply into the bottoms of her breasts as it crammed her deeper and Chanya knew it wasn’t long now. Tears of pain and terror ran from her eyes and she was swallowed deeper and deeper. The creatures cold metal lips surrounded her body at her armpits and shoulders, her breasts crammed around her face and neck and bleeding profusely from the deep gouges in them. Her arms flopped loosely behind her and that added to the pain, her arms pulling at the joints in her upper body painfully. Her heels were tight and painful against her ass, her toes crushed against the cold metal stomach. Her knees were squeezed painfully into her belly and she continued rolling into a ball in the belly of the metal animal as it swallowed her alive. What was going to happen to her when she was fully swallowed? This monster was alive but metal!

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The jaws of the monster crushed her face as it swallowed her down, her breasts bleeding and pounding with her heartbeat around her. The silver metal teeth gouged her scalp and cheeks as it swallowed her and it felt as if her shoulders were breaking from the poor angle- her screams were more of the agony of her treatment than her fear of being eaten. She felt more painful swallows and her head was brought into the hard metal throat of the animal, hands still dangling in the air and freely dripping blood. Chanya was able to swallow as she was swallowed which was good because the blood from her broken nose was pouring down her face.

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The beast continued swallowing Chanya, taking her arms into it’s throat and stomach. The long bones in her arms shattered with loud pops as it harshly took her away from the world. With it’s final swallow, Chanya was rolled into a tight ball in the cold metal sac of it’s stomach and still moaning audibly in pain and terror. The belly of the beast, which had been a concave hollow before eating Chanya, was now an adult woman sized bulge.

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The beast panted as it stood on it’s feet in the aisle of the shop and then it suddenly arched it’s back. Silver metal muscles stood out on it’s body as it compressed it’s belly hard and even through the metal flesh of it’s body the snapping of bones in Chanya’s swallowed body was like the popping of kernels in a bag of microwave popcorn.  Even after this treatment, Chanya’s grunts of agony could still be heard through the muscles of the silver metal monsters body.

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A human being would have to take care of the blood and Chanya’s clothing- the ring beast had taken care of the shoplifter. It would take a day to digest the swallowed woman but she would be dead soon anyway with the trauma she’d taken while being eaten, and then it could shrink itself back down and become just a ring again. Ready to sit on the shelf and catch the eye of some young woman with theft in her heart.

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How I Write, For Those Of You Who Are Curious

I am very freeform. I have tried in the past to get an idea and then steer my characters into what needed to be done. Guide them with dialogue, action. I tried getting a roadmap- they are HERE, they need to get THERE, they are going to get there IN THIS FASHION.

Dreadful, horrible. Very stilted. No one acts like a person, they act like information bearers and very poorly written ones at that.

What I have evolved into as a writer is this: Let us say I am going to write a story where, say, a woman gets swallowed whole and entire by a snake and is going to be digested alive. Ooh. Sounds good 🙂 That’s about as much planning as I do- now I need a hook to get started.

I’ll reach into my brain blindly and come up with a vague idea, a line- say, randomly, “Sandy hated being dropped off by the side of the road after being used for sex by truck drivers.” Okay, first sentence of the story! Now the rest of the story is going to flow from that! (I am organically making up the story example as I go along, the way I do when I am writing).

So now I need Sandy to be doing something- ‘She sighed to herself as she walked by the road in the dark. It wasn’t midnight yet, so it was possible she could catch a ride home. A taxi was right out- she was supposed to be paid in cash by the last trucker after she’d swallowed his load, but he’d laughed and kicked her out of the cab without a look back. That’s what she got for sucking cock first, making sure they had money second.”

Then some info about Sandy so you get to know what she looks like, what she thinks. ‘Sandy kicked at a rock with her one white pony pump clad foot. Her heels were six inches higher than her toes, and it made her ass, which looked good, look even better under the miniskirt. She didn’t like to wear underwear, it just got in the way. She had a pink stone in a gold chain hanging from a piercing in her navel, and her large, well formed breasts were barely covered in a tight pink tube top. She was extremely topheavy, with each breast roughly twice the size of her head and hair by volume but she was firm with little to no sag. Each bullet hard nipple pushed at the material of the tube top. Her hair was bleached blonde, frizzed out in a gelled bunch of spikes. Her mascara was smudged under her eyes, her lipstick was smeared over her chin, and a thick blob of semen was stuck, unknown to her, to her cheek.”

Then the danger has to arrive from somewhere! “What’s a nice piece of meat like you doing out on a night like tonight?” She stopped, uncertain where the vaguely menacing voice was. The closest light was half a block away but the moon was out and full but she couldn’t see another person anywhere on the street around her. “Down here,” came the baritone voice again and Sandy looked down. The speaker was one of those talking snakes that were so in the news these days. It was a lime green Amazonian Anaconda, definitely not native to the streets of Seattle. The beast was almost a foot thick from side to side, and even coiled up like it was she could see it was at least thirty feet long. The snake’s head was a foot and a half wide and a foot and a half long from the base of it’s neck to it’s snout. “Aren’t you a little worried about being alone on this side of town, a delicious thing like you?”

“Not really,” said Sandy and she wasn’t, really. She had never had a well developed sense of survival which was one of the reasons she made her living, such as it was, sucking and fucking strange men in cars. She was almost twenty two years old and it’d worked for her so far. “What’s going to happen to me out here? I’ll get raped? I’ve been raped before, I’ll get raped again.” She did have a headache though and wished she had a Tylenol with her. Maybe when she got home.

((so far I’ve been making this story up as it runs out of my fingers))

“There are worse things than rape,” said the snake conversationally.

“Well, if I get murdered, I get murdered,” said Sandy with a fatalistic philosophy. “I’ve been tortured and beaten. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get out of it all.”  ((Now I know what Sandy’s personality is, and now I know that she’s been beaten down so bad that she basically is wishing for death to rescue her))

There was a moment’s silence as she stood staring downward at the snake in the moonlight. She was about to continue walking when the snake spoke again.

“I can take care of you in a way that’s better than murder and doesn’t involve torture or beatings.”

Sandy laughed harshly. “Oh? And how is that?” It was time to get home, maybe suck off a dealer and get something to take her away for the rest of the night.

The snake didn’t speak- it merely looked into her eyes with it’s cold black eyes, then slowly opened it’s mouth wide, very wide. The moonlight poured into its mouth and down its throat, and it was a very deep throat indeed. At first Sandy didn’t understand what the snake was trying to say and she was confused. Then she understood what the snake meant, and she was terrified for a heartbeat or two. Then she really understood what the snake meant, and she felt a pouring of gratitude within her.

((well, now the story is flowing pretty good, and I didn’t plan any of this. In fact, pretty much every development has been as much a surprise to me as it has been for you! And if you say “well, I am not surprised at all,” then I have to say “Well, you know what I mean!”))

((Now it’s down to the nitty gritty of the story, what every one is here for. This is what you paid for, this is what brings everyone into the movie theatre. Now it’s time for Sandy to take a one way trip down the snake’s throat- destination: digestion))

“Let me take this shit off,” said Sandy before the snake could say another word. She tore off the tube top, exposing her magnificent milk machines to the cold air. She had never had a surgery, nor spent much time on the maintenance of her breasts, but they were beautiful in their massiveness. The miniskirt fell into the dirt at her feet, and in the moonlight the snake could see that she kept her crotch clean of a single hair ((because who has pubic hair these days? Really!)). Sandy pitched her navel bangle into the dark and then kicked off her shoes. In less than  minute she was gloriously nude. And though she was preparing for death, her bodies promise of sexual gratification was as much an affirmation of life as any.”Now how do I do this? You want me lie down on the sidewalk?”

“Please do,” said the snake. “And put your feet together in the air next to my mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Sandy knelt, then lay back on the cold concrete. It didn’t bother her that the stone was so cold. She had been colder and this would soon take her away from cold. It was worth it. She lifted her long legs and put her feet together, toes arched, near the snake’s head.

The snake stared down her nude body in the moonlight for a minute. This had turned out to be rather easy. He;d been prepared to take by force the body of the next young woman to come his way and here this young person was giving herself to him. In a way he felt awkward and, strangely, sorry for the girl. What a life she must have had if she was just giving it away to the first person to ask for it.

“I just want to warn you,” said the snake after a moment’s silence. “If I swallow you whole and alive, you will be digested alive. ”

“How long will it take?” asked Sandy.

“Before you die in my stomach? It could be as long as a day,” said the snake. He wasn’t going to lie. Not now.

Sandy lay in the cold and the dark, her feet in the air next to the mouth of the snake. “It’s worth it,” she said.

“Then so be it,” said the snake. He then opened his mouth wide, leaned his head forward and took her feet deep into his mouth. When he felt her toes tickle the back of his throat, he closed his jaws on her shins. This wouldn’t take long. For some reason he felt no desire to make this any worse for the young woman than was possible. He gently swallowed and took her feet into his throat, bringing her legs almost to the knee into his mouth. He slid his head forward as he swallowed rather than drag her back- he didn’t want to scrape up her back on the cold concrete.

“That feels nice,” said Sandy and he could tell she was smiling from the sound of her voice. “It’s all warm and moist. Like a hug. You’re hugging me with your mouth,” she whispered.

Gently the snake swallowed again, deeply, and took Sandy’s knees and lower thigh’s into his mouth. He feet were deep in his throat know but it would be a long time before she entered his stomach. Like all snakes, his stomach took up approximately the length of the last  third of his body. So while it would be no problem at all for her to enter his stomach, it would be quite a trip down his throat for her to get there.

Another long swallow took the tip of his snout, his upper jaw, almost up to her shaven cleft between her legs. His lower jaw was scraping against the sidewalk, but his skin was suited for this sort of thing- his scales took the beating and barely scratched. His tongue tasted the air around her abused pussy and she smelled good. He swallowed her legs deeper into his throat, her tight round buttocks scootching over his bottom lip and into his mouth, on his tongue. His tongue flickered quickly and gently upward between her thighs from below, the soft pointed tips of his tongue dancing over the soft outer lips of her young cunt. She tasted as good as she smelled, she did. He couldn’t really control himself, not really, as his tongue flickered up again, gently licking and tasting, teasing the soft musky hole. Either the teasing tongue helped lubricate the young woman, or the saliva on his tongue did the trick, but his tongue eased into her vaginal canal, filling her. The top of his tongue doubled up, folding on itself, and rubbing softly, gently, but insistently on and around the young woman’s clitoris. And though he hadn’t meant to at first, the snake brought the woman to a gasping orgasm, fucking her with his tongue.

As she slowly came back down, he swallowed again and again, bringing her deep inside him. He filled himself with her body. He feet were deep down his throat, and her taut young calves. Her legs bent at the knee inside his throat on their trip down to his stomach, and her round ass and shaved pussy a foot behind his head, inside his throat. Her belly was at the back of his mouth, her ribs between his upper and lower jaws, her heavy breasts on either side on his snout on the cold sidewalk. Her nipples were hard, a deep brown in color. Another swallow brought his snout o the top of her chest, just at the base of her throat. Her breasts were big enough they were squooshed up around her neck and chin, over her shoulders, her hard nipples up the level of her mouth. Her arms were pushed straight up and out behind her, her fingers touching the cold rock of the sidewalk.

Her face was angelic in the moonlight. Her eyes were closed, her breathing even but deep as she could in her position in the throat of the snake. She felt no fear, no panic, nothing but, strangely, hope. She was leaving this vale of tears, this painful world. No more beatings, no more late nights wondering where she would find a meal. No more drugs taking her from this world for another night.

The snake took a long, careful, gently swallow. His scaly lips eased gently up the back of her head, over her face. Her chin was covered by the upper jaw of the snake, then her nose, then her eyes. Her face was peaceful and then it was covered, the tip of the snake snout now the top of her forehead. Just on either side of her head pushed a small mound of squooshed breast from inside the mouth of the snake. Her arms reached gracefully upward, the fingers clenched lightly together. Another swallow and the head of the young woman was at the back of his mouth, just at the top of his throat, her arms reached out and her hands at the rims of his jaws. Her fingers gently ran over his lips, only just visible outside the mouth of the snake.  Her breasts pushed the body of the snake outward from inside the throat.

The rest of her body was visible as a bulge in the body of the snake. Four feet past the head of the snake her feet began a gently swelling, her calves bulging out then sinking back at her knees. Her hips swelled out the throat of the snake, then sank back in at her waist, leading to the comparatively huge bulge where her breasts were.

Another swallow took her fully within the body of the snake, her hands now teasing him at the back of his mouth, tickling his tongue at the top of his throat. Then another swallow and she was fully in his throat.

He took a moment before the final series of pulses that would push her down the tube of his throat, through the upper sphincter of his stomach and then fully into the tight wet sac of his stomach. She had been a wonderful meal and had plucked his heartstrings. Now at last though she would find peace.

It took another five minutes for her to travel down the tube of his throat, and then she was tucked tightly into the sac of his stomach. He slithered off to find a peaceful place to sleep and digest the woman in his belly.

She never regretted her decision, though she still did have some time to think about it. The snake hadn’t lied- it took about twenty four hours of being trapped in his stomach before a combination of stomach acids, suffocation, and pain killed her. Her skin sloughed off painfully at first. The air in his stomach became fouled with carbon dioxide from her breathing, and thick fumes from the stomach acids and the melting meat of her body. The pain was terrible- she spent the last several hours of her life screaming.

((And that is how I write a story. I had no idea any of it was going to happen that way- in fact, I thought I was going to be stuck with writer’s block again! The words just run out of my fingertips organically, and I try to keep them semi-edited 🙂 ))

(2,666 words)

For Reference

This pic isn’t that insulting, and it’s kind of useful when reading a story. Now for my stories, start with double D’s on the skinny bitch and work up from there 🙂

 

Oh, and put every last one of them inside of snake stomachs. Oh yes.

Everything Worked Fine Day Before Yesterday

But I have terrible pain and depression related insomnia and get about 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night. Because of that, I drift off to sleep at random times during the day. Some of you who chat with me know this through horrible experience 🙂 One of the bad things about that is that I rest at least one hand on the keyboard at all times so I can type, play games, etc. When drifting, this hand can do terrible, terrible things. I have awoken to find that I have turned the computer off, locked it, etc. So the other day, while I was drifting off, I did something, I dunno what, and that was the start of the terrible, terrible end.

Yesterday, as well, Rudy went to the doc and got his balls ultra-sounded. Tried to make me feel sorry for him. Yeah, uh-huh. When he has to deal with a cold speculum, THEN I’ll feel sorry for him 🙂

Still writing. That’s a good thing 🙂

RANDOM STORY BITS:

1) Being tied down and fed to a snake is the sort of thing a girl has to put up with, but Katie was discovering this snake had some sharp teeth just as it was reaching some quite tender locations.

Katie worked as a waitress in a cheap, greasy spoon dive on the south side. Normally she was allowed to wear an apron when working, but during the busy hours, she had to work the floor as naked as the day she was born. It didn’t bother her- she was proud of her body. She was curvy where she was supposed to be, gently muscular where it helped, and while her breasts were not insanely large as some as her co-workers, they were big and luscious. She kept her crotch clean shaven. Unlike some of her coworkers, however, she groomed her crotch at home, instead of shaving herself silky smooth at work.

2) The snake lips tightened around Mandy’s ribs and she cried out in pain and frustration as the snake swallowed again. Her upper body, from the crown of her snake-saliva drenched head to just above her waist, was tightly encased in snake throat, the snake that was swallowing her whole and alive. If she couldn’t get out of this mess, this same snake that was swallowing her whole and alive would soon be digesting her alive.

3) Tabby shivered as she walked to her car. Foolishly, she had neglected to put on her coat, and was still wearing her work uniform, and nothing else, as she stepped through the one a.m. morning air, the darkness feeling much more intimidating than normal. Her work uniform consisted of a pair of knee high boots, both of synthetic fur and very plush, the heels adding a good four inches to her already feminine towering five foot nine. Her pink thong was little more than dyed twine that wrapped her waist, another strand that vanished between her pert, tight buttocks, and the postage stamp of cloth that only just covered most of her clean shaven, plump outer labia. Around each wrist she wore a single button cuff, each lonely without a shirt to attach to, but each also adding an air of control the rest of her ensemble.

Each of her extremely firm, high riding breasts was almost twice as large as a basketball- and although she had never gone under the knife to achieve her size, each warm, soft, jiggling breast experienced  little to no sag. Were one of her breasts to be lifted, a pencil placed at the crease between breast and chest and the breast released, the pencil would actually fall to the floor. Each bullet hard, rose red nipple was capped with a fuzzy round medallion, thus making her breasts “street legal”- even though each breast was a full 98% beautifully bare, she just qualified as “covered” instead of “topless”.

Around her neck she wore a tight, high starched man’s dress shirt collar, and sprouting from her hair, at the cround of her head, were two tall, pink, fuzzy bunny ears.

Thus, Tabitha’s work “uniform”.

As she walked, each fuzzy covered nipple jiggled and bounced in a wide figure eight- swinging down and to the right, bouncing back up and to the left, then swinging down hard left before bouncing back up and to the right again. Eight figure eight was six inches side to side, four inches in height, her breasts bouncing and jiggling as she moved. Even standing still, her breasts never stopped moving- because each breast was a natural globe of fat cells, mammary gland, and connective tissue, they moved and jounced and quivered as she breathed.

4)  Amber was thinking about dinner later tonight as her date, gasping and grunting, plunged his cock down her throat, fucking her throat roughly and recklessly. His large hands were twined in her hair, grinding her face against his crotch, his long, thick cock as deep down her throat as humanly possible. Robert was a nice man, and they’d had a nice lunch and a movie, and now he was fucking her throat as if his very life depended on it- she was on her knees, leaning back and held up only by her arms which she was leaning against. He was hunched over her, grunting and snorting, fucking her head as if it were a basketball with a cunt in the side.

She was starting to hope he’d finish soon- it’d been about two minutes since she’d had any air, and she hadn’t even had a full inhale before he crammed his cock down her throat and starting fucking. And she was hoping the two of them could talk a little after he was done- he’d been intrigueing during their lunch time conversation. Then, suddenly, he pulled out of her throat but any hope she had that they would start talking was quickly banished as he roughly shoved her about as if she was a simply meat machine made for fucking, pulling her onto her back with her head dangling off the side of the bed. With no warning, his cock was in her thoat and he was fucking again- his hands clutching her waist, his hips thrusting his cock into her mouth and down her throat vigorously. At least she’d gotten a full breath this time.

Well, A Story Start And A Novel Way To Check Your Husband’s Health

Here’s what I have to start with. This fiction piece leads up to a piece of vore art by Jomela. Hopefully he won’t mind my showing you the piece of art that this is leading up to:

So this story beginning, which I will continue later, will lead up to this and then continue with her in his tummy. Yummy!

🙂

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Ms. Trivvet sighed, leaning back at her desk. She wanted to lean back far enough to stretch her back, but with her very heavy breasts resting on the desk top, she couldn’t lean back far enough. If she did get a good stretch, her breasts would pull off the desk top and at almost thirty five pounds each that made stretching her back difficult at best in a sitting position. Each of her breasts was perfectly natural, not a single mark of surgery on either perfect globe, with very little to no sag. And with each breast over twice the size of her head and hair by volume, it made her desk work very difficult.

Janie Trivvet stood almost five foot eight in her stocking feet, and weighed in at almost 120 pounds when naked and just slightly damp, say after a shower or after exercising mildly… skin flushed, nipples tight, trying hard not to think of her attention-demanding clitoris. She felt uncomfortable when wearing clothes- nothing mental, she had never wanted to be a nudist, but her skin hurt slightly when she was clothed. When nude, her skin felt happy enough it made up for feeling slightly chilly. On the other hand, when she was nude, her skin felt happy enough it sent mega tingles to her already sensitive vulva, breasts, anus, and mouth.

She felt embarrassed that her mouth was as sensitive and pleasure oriented as her nether lips and vaginal “throat”. She had never heard of any other woman having an oral orgasm, but that was the best way to describe how it felt to have a man fill her mouth and throat with his thick, long, rock hard, throbbing, hot cock. And when he filled her stomach with a full cup of steaming semen fresh from his wonderful balls- well, it made her feel damned good.

The door to her bosses office was shut.

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