I Have Been Talking With My Daughter

about people being swallowed and digested. I have her convinced there is a country in the Indonesian Islands where the snakes that live there can ONLY eat women to survive.  And that, while a lot of women go there for vacationing, she is NEVER to go there.

We also “wrote” a story while going on a walk a few weeks back, wherein a goldfish was swallowing everyone that got close, except the owner, and he could never figure it out. The fish was in it’s bowl and his friend was there; he went into the other room for something, comes back and his friend is gone, and the fish is out of the bowl- with it’s belly huge, a person sized bulge there. So he figures his friend left, and puts the fish in the bathtub. Another friend comes by to ask about the first, he explains what is happening. Shows him the fat goldfish in the bathtub. Goes out, comes back, other friend is gone. Fish is out of tub, belly twice as big as it was before. He figures his friend left while he was out, tris to figure out where he can put the fish since it is outgrowing everywhere he can put it.

By the time we were finished we were both laughing loudly, with everyone in the world being swallowed whole and digested alive by squirrels, dogs, cats, hamsters, etc and the main character with his goldfish with a belly big enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool and hundreds of people missing and he NEVER figures it out.

She thought it was hysterical. I was wet enough I actually got my jeans soaked through in a few spots 🙂

So I wrote that story up and she read it, thought it was funny. So I told her that I also like other kinds of stories where, yes, people get swallowed naked even though I like it when anyone gets swallowed, naked or with clothes on. So I told her I would write her a story of the other kind that I like, see what she thinks of that. This, then, is that story.

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Telluria was a female dwarf, a young woman with a good sense of humor, a nice fashion sense, and an absolutely huge pair of boobs. Each one of her breasts was much larger than her head and Telly hadn’t seen her feet in years. On Wednesday evening she had just gotten back to her room; a carved out hole set in the dwarven caverns deep under the mountains. It was a nice carved out hole with a thick stone door, and the furniture inside was stunning. But Telly wasn’t paying attention to her furniture, she was getting ready for her date with Nadjet, a hunky dwarf who carried a mean axe on his back. He had the muscles that melted her insides when she looked at him and she’d been out of her mind since Nadjet had asked her to a night out of fun in the restaurant, entertainment, and xxx-rated entertainment areas of the caverns. Telly had never been to the last part of the caverns, and didn’t plan on ever visiting the xxx-rated portions. She sincerely hoped Nadjet wouldn’t want to go there; that would be terribly disappointing if he did and she’d hate to have to tell him no.

She took off her robes, then her leather armor, then the underarmor to protect her skin from the leather, and finally the actual underwear. That was a lot of stuff to carry on her body but all the dwarves did it; except for the bra of course, guy dwarves didn’t need the bra. Amazingly, absolutely huge though her boobs were, she didn’t need a bra either. Her breasts were firm enough that they stayed up, high on her chest, positively gigantic. She looked at her body in the mirror, still happy about the body she had.

Telly was tall for a dwarf, with deep brunette hair and soft highlights. Her eyes were green although no one ever noticed- everyone was always looking at her boobs and not her face. It was both annoying and flattering. She understood it, as even she tended to look at just her boobs in the mirror. Not that she could see them both at the same time. The standing mirror was wide but not wide enough. When she stood facing it, her boobs were big enough that they were cut off on both sides where the mirror ended. And if she turned sideways, she could see herself and some of her boobs, or look at just her boobs and not have her in the reflection.

With a sigh she turned away from the mirror and only had time to gasp once as she was coiled in the loops of an obsidian rock snake! She hadn’t noticed it while looking at herself in the mirror- her boobs were so big she hadn’t been able to see the snake behind her as it stalked her!

The rock snakes were mostly a nuisance in the dwarven caverns. The green and red snakes just ate rocks, boring rocks, carving small tunnels through the mountains. The darker blue and grey rock snakes ate gems and that was bad- more than one dwarf had woken up to find a gem-eating rock snake had found their wealth, eaten it, and left the dwarf a poor, poor person. Obsidian rock snakes, however, were not a nuisance at all. They didn’t eat rocks or gems. They ate dwarves. They sneaked into dwarf homes and slithered up on sleeping or otherwise busy dwarves, and swallowed them whole and alive. They then slithered away to digest their swallowed dwarf, still alive in their stomachs, in peace. What made it even worse, in Telly’s opinion, was that they only swallowed female dwarves whole to digest alive later- they ignored male dwarves entirely! Unfair. She’d had many of her female dwarven friends swallowed whole and digested alive through the years. She had never guessed that she would be one of the female dwarves to be swallowed whole and digested alive.

“This sucks,” wheezed Telly as the snake rolled her on the floor, fully bound in tight loops of snake. She wished the bloody thing would just start swallowing her whole and alive already- it’s not like she could fight back. It was a shorter snake, only fifteen or so feet long but still those loops around her were tight enough to hurt and definitely tight enough to make sure she couldn’t escape.

The snake brought it’s head up to her face and she couldn’t even breathe as she stared it in the eyes. It was a beautiful animal but only eight inches wide, side to side. That was only the size of her thigh! How was she supposed to fit in there? Then the snake gaped it’s jaws open, wide, it’s mouth close to her face. It’s scaley lips could have easily fit around her head and it’s throat was a deep tunnel leading into the beast. After a few seconds of terror the snake closed it’s mouth and coiled itself down around her to the lower half of her body. She couldn’t see the mouth of the beast but she could feel it at her feet. And when the snake’s mouth closed on her feet she wanted to scream because she knew it wouldn’t be long before the snake finished swallowing her whole, tucking her body tight into it’s stomach, then slithering away to digest her alive.

She began to think that her only hope was if Nadjet showed up to pick her up early- if he showed up to get her before the snake had finished swallowing her whole and alive, he could easily rescue her and save her life! As the snake swallowed her legs up to her knees, she began hoping that Nadjet was the kind to show up early. But even as her body slid deeper down the throat of the snake, it’s lips inching up her thighs to her waist, she began to despair. If he didn’t show up soon it wouldn’t matter; he wouldn’t be able to see it was her being swallowed. Even if she hadn’t been swallowed completely, her boobs would have been pushed up and over her face so he wouldn’t be able to tell who was being swallowed.

Dwarf society being what it was, if anyone came across an obsidian rock snake that was swallowing a female dwarf whole so it could slither away and digest her alive, they didn’t have to save her if they didn’t recognize her. Telluria herself had come across a lot of female dwarves being swallowed whole and alive, probably a hundred or more female dwarves sliding through snake lips to be tucked into snake stomachs and digested alive in the past year or two alone. She hadn’t recognized more than fifty or more of them and so had let the snakes swallow the female dwarves. Of the fifty female dwarves she had recognized as the snake was swallowing her whole so it could digest her alive, she hadn’t liked most of them anyway. Of the forty female dwarves of the fifty being swallowed that she did like, she was sad that they would be digested alive but they weren’t her so she let the snake finish swallowing them, then slither away to digest the dwarf in their stomach alive in peace.

It would have been easy to save them too. Obsidian rock snakes had an orange spot between their eyes- you only had to press it once, firmly, and the snake would cough up the female dwarf he was swallowing whole and alive and slither away to find someone else to swallow whole and digest alive. And now here she was, the snake’s lips around her middle, up to her belly button, unwrapping her from it’s loops as it swallowed her. Her unswallowed part was tightly held, her arms caught and held away from her body, her boobs caught and also being held away from her body. She couldn’t yell for help as a loop of snake wrapped around her head and covered her mouth.

As the snake inched up her body, it’s nose between her huge boobs and pushing them up it swallowed her, it pushed her arms up and away- as it swallowed her, it was not swallowing her with her arms against her body. No, she was going to be swallowed so her arms trailed after her, as if held above her body. The obsidian snake had discovered that it was easier to swallow dwarves that way- they weren’t as wide as they went down it’s throat. And this was one was going to be trouble with those boobs- they were absolutely gigantic, immense. Comparing those boobs to her head was like comparing a watermelon to a ping pong ball.

When Telly’s head slid through the mouth of the snake then down into the throat of the snake was swallowing her, her boobs were still mostly outside of the snake’s mouth. Even as the snake swallowed her arms to her elbows, then to her wrists, his coal black eyes were staring at huge amounts of boobs that hadn’t yet been swallowed. So, swallowing away so it could digest Telluria alive, it worked on.

When Nadjet walked into Telly’s room after knocking and knocking, he was shocked to discover that she hadn’t been ignoring him- she was being swallowed whole, going to be digested alive by an obsidian rock snake! And he could tell it was Telluria being swallowed- even though he was watching the fingers of the outstretched arms of the dwarf being swallowed, the boobs of the dwarf being swallowed were still bigger than any other dwarf’s he had ever seen. And he could tell, looking at the body of the snake, that she was deep in the body of the snake. Maybe her feet were already in the snake’s stomach. And yet, most of her boobs still had to be swallowed by the snake. Yes, those boobs were being squashed and stretched by the snake’s mouth and throat as it swallowed Telluria, and yet they were still huge and pretty enough to only be Telluria’s.

He thought about pressing the orange spot between the eyes of the snake, but even though Telly’s body was probably in the stomach of the snake to her waist, she still had enough unswallowed boob outside the snake’s mouth it might be another half hour before it finished swallowing those boobs. Time enough to go and get something to eat before he had to make a decision.

Leaving the obsidian snake in Telly’s room, swallowing and swallowing her huge boobs, Nadjet went to get a burger.

It only took the snake fifteen minutes to finish swallowing all of Telly’s boobs, and it had slithered away to digest her alive by the time Nadjet came back.
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She liked it, thought it was funny. Thought Nadjet was a jerk- going to get a burger while Telly was being swallowed.

🙂

 

The Love Of My Life, The Only Man I Have Ever Truly Loved

passed away on Tuesday night. The docs had given him near 6 months to live but it took about 9 days total.

I got nowhere near the time with my Willem, my Rudy, that I wanted and needed. Right now I am not dealing with his death to deal with his death. How am I not dealing with his death?

I am numb.

How am I getting numb enough to not deal with my husband’s death? How am I getting numb enough that the death of my husband does not kill me too?

I think you know.

Mike’s Hard Lemonade (in it’s various flavors) is an amazing alcoholic drink. 4% alcohol. 12 oz can or bottle slammed in 45 seconds or less takes effect VERY quickly. Periodically, I have excused myself from where everyone is because I am starting to feel and I can’t have THAT, gone to my bedroom, slammed a Mike’s and headed back.

No one has said anything, no one has hinted anything, so I believe that so far no one but me knows. And people would ask me- Robbie is here and he caught me the last time I was drinking by the physical evidence I left behind (I leave NO evidence anymore- very sneaky bitch) and he hates it if I drink; Rudy’s parents are here and while the mom likes me the dad HATES me- either of them would say something because neither of them drink and they know that I can’t drink because of my alcoholism; my sister-in-law and husband live across the street with my kids and THEY would say something, as well as my two youngest if they knew.

No one has said a thing.

I had to drink a 6 pack of Mike’s during the entire day today- one in the morning, one around brunch, one around lunch, in the afternoon, late evening, one after dinner. I am continuing to drink as the night rolls. I have been drinking since… Monday or Tuesday night.

This alcohol leaves no hangover, doesn’t taste horrible, doesn’t make me act the way I do on all the other alcohols.

Mike’s is VERY DANGEROUS because of this.

I dunno when I can post again because I feel like I am dying inside. I’ll post when I am drunk enough to not feel anything.

I Wish

I had more time and had a better outlook on things. So far I have been spending 20 out of 24 hours of each day taking care of my dying husband.

Before we got married, he told me that he might need a valve replacement at some point in the future but it would be nothing to worry about.

Just after the birth of Josh, our youngest, his heart went and the rest of his systems quickly fell apart as well. He had 2 heart valves replaced and we learned his heart is just  a mass of scar tissue.

That was 2004. In 2006 they told him he would be lucky to live 5 years but Willem has always been a fighter. Enough shit has gone down between 2004 and 2014 that it would have killed twenty five other men. In a row.

But like he has told me in his weak moments that shame him so much, it’s just too hard to fight any more.

And so my Willem, the only man I have ever truly loved, is going away to leave me alone for the rest of my life.

Until that time however, I have to make sure he is comfortable, takes his meds when comfortable, give him an IV injection complete with computerized pump, give him pain meds to keep him comfortable, check and clean his catheter, set him on the commode when he feels the urge to “go”, feed him, keep his hospital bed sheets clean and comfortable, and then at the end of the day, try to going to our big empty bed and sleep for an hour or two before I get up and start it all again.

Amazingly, I have been working on vore stories in my head lately during all this 🙂  My pussy is pretty much dead right now, pleasure wise, but my clitoris has been asking for some attention lately and I can’t let the poor dear suffer 😉  I’ll have something for y’all pretty soon, dunno if it’s anything that y’all are expecting however.

Well, other than some poor chick sliding through a gaping serpent maw, then down a slick serpent throat until she is tucked tight in a hot, wet, serpent stomach to be digested alive…

Oooh, I feel a tingle! 😉

Anne

On Friday (It’s Thursday Night)

I am going to go and pick up my husband from the hospital. He is coming home!

Yay!

On hospice.

Ya- oh. Uh. Oh God.

Hospice, for those of you who don’t know, is medical care for those who are going to die in less than the next 6 months. They will provide care to make to make the victi- patient as comfortable as possible in the home so they may die comfortably, with family, at home.

I am bringing my husband home to die.

So the blog, and my stories, and me, will continue as sorta is for months and hopefully months. When the time comes, we shall see what happens next.

Jus’ keepin’ y’all filled in!

Anne

And I’m Still Off That Fucking Wagon, Dammit.

I was in the store and I could have stopped myself but I didn’t – I bought a six of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. The last six of beer I bought was fucking horrible- hangover left me sick as shit, I was puking, I hated the feeling of being drunk- It was fucking horrible.

I drank a bottle of Strawberry Lemonade- 5% alcohol.

Oh God it tasted good. And the buzz felt wonderful. I drank another. Still good. Buzz still felt nice. A third bottle. Took a few hours to get this far and it felt good the whole way. Tasted good too- not like beer. Fuck, beer is horrible. This stuff tho- Oooh, this Mike’s Hard Lemonade is nice.

Next day I woke up and no hangover.

I’m off the God damned wagon and trying hard to make sure this is a one-shot situation. Number one, it;s fucking expensive. About 8 bucks a six pack. And I can’t drink it when my oldest is around, and since his dad is in the hospital, he’s around ALL THE TIME when he gets home from school. Playing on my computer, hanging around me. Talking, etc. Not a bad thing at all- he’s a good kid in a bad situation- his dad is in the hospital and slowly dying in front of his eyes. And now, while he doesn’t realize it’s happening, his recovering alcoholic step-mom is becoming an alcoholic step-mom again.

FUCK. I have a six and a half of Mike’s with me right now, drinking before he gets home. I have to stop this. I can’t go back to being a full fledged dying alcoholic- it almost killed me before. I had less than 2 months of life left before- my liver was dying, my kidneys were dying, my pancreas was dying…

And oh MAN this Mike’s is good and it tastes good and it feels good to be drunk again but not so drunk I can’t function, and NO FUCKING HANGOVER from this stuff (I can’t stress how wonderful that last part is).

What the fuck am I going to do?

Anne

What’s Up With Rudy Right Now

Okely, first things first: he’s doing “ok”. The bleed in his brain is no longer a bleed- in fact, most of the blood from the bleed is gone. Yay. A good thing 🙂 . His hands are healing, another good thing. Now for the bad- his thyroid levels are way low, and while this is because he has no thyroid, the meds he takes should bring that back  up. They aren’t right now. So he’s also retaining like 40 lbs of fluid and that’s not good. In fact, it;s so not good because we can’t get the fluid off of him- he was on a SHITLOAD of diuretics before I took him in and he retained fluid. Since he’s been in the hospital, they’ve added MORE diuretics, and he’s simply retrained MORE fluid. His feet are huge with fluid, and he swells from the top down- once his feet start to swell, it’s because the fluid doesn’t have anywhere else to go.

So they are telling him RIGHT NOW he’s going to be in the hospital for at least another three weeks. F-U-C-K. I want my husband home RIGHT NOW. I miss him. I’m horny too, and I miss his cock, dammit. I started taking these steroid injections (not ‘just cause’- they’ve been prescribed to me because I was falling asleep like 18 out of 24 hours a day. One of the side affects is that NOW my pussy has woke up- it’s been asleep for a few years now and I thought it was the meds I was taking. Apparently not- since I started taking my steroid injections, Little Anne has woke up and she’s a HUNGRY little bitch 🙂 ).

But that’s the ‘sick husband’ situation right now. Leaving me at home when I can’t go visit him (like today- I take my shots every 2 weeks, and at the end of the 2 weeks I’m falling asleep again. Today I was falling asleep every time I turned around, so I gave myself my shot. It was time- I should have done it yesterday), miserable, bored.

Sigh.

Anne

At This Moment I Dun’t Give A Fuck

After they took my husband away to a bigger hospital where they could take better care of my husband, I went to a local store and purchased 2 six packs of beer. I have been sober for the past 11 years. I don’t give a flying fuck right now- I am getting fucking drunk.

I just can’t take it any more. I just can’t. 2 cans down. 10 to go.