This Is The Sort Of Thing I Mean :)
My fucking computer is driving me crazy. While typing, the focus will suddenly shift and I’ll find the cursor has moved to another box, to the middle of the line, the front of the sentence, whatever, and things make NO sense because the cursor make a sentence go like this: “because thke sentence go like this:e cursor ma”.
Thinking about it, it’s almost like someone has a wireless keyboard somewhere and my network card is picking up the occasional signal and sending my cursor crazy. Anyway!
This pic is PERFECT in many ways! #1, it’s only a little longer than the woman in it’s stomach. Oh, I LOVE that- a snake so eager to have that woman in his belly he’ll swallow someone impossibly large and STRETCH his stomach to fit her in! Then of course she also gets digested alive, so that’s PERFECT. #2, she’s such an impossibly tight fit inside his stomach that it’s like the snake is painted onto her skin. Skin tight snake stomach! And she gets digested alive, so that’s SEXY. #3, Of course snakes ONLY swallow whole and digest alive sexy bitches and with that bod you can tell she’s a sexy bitch 🙂 And it’s digesting that sexy bitch live, so YEAH! #4, That snake couldn’t have swallowed her if she fought back- which means… She let it? It did fight her? There’s a mystery here, a story! And no way to discover what it is, because the person that can tell you is being digested alive and that’s a GOOD thing!!
Anne
God, my pussy is so fucking wet right now 🙂
Anther Story I Have Been Working On.
Written for someone I have mentioned before, related to me by blood 🙂 She thinks this beginning is HYSTERICAL. When I was alone, I masturbated like a frenzied howler monkey. Now I have to write more- she likes it enough she wants me to continue 🙂
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I hadn’t realized my pet rock python, Pelter, had gotten out of it’s cage until I went into the living room. I’d gone into the kitchen to grab a sandwich and a drink while my friend, Sandy, stayed watching the movie. When I came back, I discovered that my rock python and Sandy had met each other. Well, the rock python had, while I was in the other room, lightly constricted her, swallowed her whole and was now digesting her alive. I stayed in the doorway, sandwich in one hand and soda in the other, staring at the fat python stretched out on my sofa. I could tell it was Sandy he’d eaten and not something else while Sandy was, say, in the bathroom, because the bulge inside the stomach of the python looked like Sandy. Well, like a girl, anyway- head on one side, shoulders and chest bulging him out further, her smaller breasts two small lumps on the body of the snake. You could see her arms and her waist dipping in, the swell of her hips, then the tapering of her legs down to her feet. I wasn’t immediately worried, more completely startled and shocked. I’d only been gone a few minutes and I hadn’t heard a thing from the living room to indicate struggle. There had to have been at least a small struggle- for the snake to have swallowed my friend so quickly he would have had to work fast, almost literally choking her down his throat to his stomach where she was now. As I said I was more startled than worried- if he hadn’t constricted her tightly she’d be fine inside his stomach for quite a while: a meal as big as she was took about 5 weeks to digest completely, and the snake’s always accidentally swallowed enough air to keep her alive until she was quite dead from digestion.
Pelter was only 12 feet long, and Sandy took up almost half his length inside his stomach, his body moving as Sandy struggled inside him. At last I set my stuff down and shoved the Sandy filled snake over to one side of the sofa and settled back down. Enough time to finish the movie before I even had to worry about Sandy.
I woke up the next day on the sofa and it felt like I had Sandy in my arms. And while that was at least slightly true, it wasn’t the complete story- I was clutching Sandy and the snake- holding onto Sandy’s moving body inside the snake’s stomach, and holding the snake around Sandy. Oh yeah- the snake had swallowed Sandy, was digesting her alive now. Bloody hell. Oh well. I needed to take care of that. The relationship between Sandy and I was moving from friend and friend to boyfriend and girlfriend, and I certainly did not want my soon to be girlfriend completely digested alive by my pet. Well, at least not yet anyway.
First, however, I needed a shower and some breakfast. By the time I was clean and dry and had filled my own belly, the Sandy filled snake had moved from the living room back into his own cage. It looked so cute- Sandy curled up in the stomach of the snake, the snake curled up in his cage and sleeping with his head on the bulge of the girl on his stomach. I didn’t want to wake him so I left to go to work. Normally, I didn’t work Saturdays but today… well, I’d let way too much build up at work. Sandy would be safe inside of Pelter’s stomach- the acid’s she was being bathed in wouldn’t even had had time to make her skin red. I shut the door, locked it, headed to work.
In the end, I had to stay the night in town by the time I was done it was too late to drive. So I got a room in town and got a great night’s sleep. Sandy was probably sleeping inside of Pelter’s stomach, I thought.
Well, to make a long story short, it was over seven weeks before I got back to my apartment to check on Pelter and Sandy. When I got to the cage, I was glad to see that Pelter was still alive, still moving slowly around his cage, dragging his Sandy filled stomach with him. When I looked at him, he looked the same as the last time- 12 feet long, black and grey scales, my girlfriend being digested alive in his stomach. Was the bulge of my friend smaller? Had she been digested to death? I sure hoped not. I reached down into the cage and rubbed my hand along his side, tracing the shape of my girl inside his stomach. Was she still ok, or had she been inside the serpent’s belly too long? It had been over seven weeks she’d been inside his stomach, bathed constantly in digestive fluids, and he digested most things her size completely away in five weeks or less. While at work, during a three day weekend in which I spent the entire three days sleeping on the beach and getting a tan, and we reached the five week mark I was sure that Pelter had finished digesting Sandy completely. I sure hoped not! I rubbed harder and felt Sandy move inside his stomach. She was alive! That meant I had time to get some sleep, get her out of there in the morning. Another few weeks of being digested alive couldn’t hurt her too much- if she was still alive now, she could take more digesting before she was gone!
The next day, I hate to say, I forgot all about Sandy and spent the day just treating myself. Saw a movie, played some games, had a blast. Ended up so drunk I couldn’t drive and lost my car! By the time I sobered up and found my car another two weeks had passed and I rushed back to the apartment. I felt awful! I hoped desperately I wasn’t too late! I dashed through my living room, into the spare room, reached into the cage and rubbed the shape of the swallowed person inside the belly of the hungry snake. Feeling my hand, I felt Sandy move inside Pelter and felt relief. I still had time to visit my parents next month for a few weeks before having to worry about Sandy. She’d be ok. If Pelter hadn’t completely digested her alive by now, she’d be fine for another few months. Well, days or weeks anyway but it wouldn’t come to that! I wanted Sandy out here, instead of inside Pelter’s stomach where she’d been hiding these past two months.
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Oh you BET I am writing more! I need MORE ORGASMS 🙂
Anne
This Is Something That Got Forwarded To Me
and I think it’s funny as all get out! It’s from a Facebook post and they didn’t forward who wrote it 😦 But I am jealous- I wish I had written this 🙂
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from a JOURNAL:
7 Oct Found this old amulet while exploring the caves out back of pa’s back 40. Deep inside through a crack in the end where the miners had stopped 125 years ago. Far underground an old castle made of tarnished metal and polished gems gone milky I found hundreds of corpses with looks of terror on their dead faces. This old guy on a throne was wearing this amulet so I took it. I had to leave because it was getting shaky and things started falling while I was running- the entire mountain fell down inside destroying everything. Everything but the amulet.
8 Oct Decided to try on the amulet while doing chores. Found I was super strong, at least as strong as 5 big men; found I had super reflexes, able to juggle while wearing a blindfold; found I could see in the dark; found I could hear so well I can hear molecules rub together. Very distracting while trying to feed the animals, drive the tractor, fix the old water pump that keeps conking out, and digging the irrigation trenches on the back 40. It all goes away when I take the amulet off. It’s… kind of sad; my normal senses are so… pale, so dull. Might wear it while I sleep.
9 Oct I don’t know if I have been dreaming or if this has been real. I wore the amulet all last night and all day today and went back to bed tonight with it on. I can see individual air molecules! Anyway, was sleeping when something woke me and I found myself standing on a golden dais in the middle of blackest space, facing a tall thin man wearing old medieval type clothing. His hair was white, long, thin; face wrinkled, hands gnarled, bent. Still very powerful, very big man. He told me a long story- I forget most of it- was pretty boring. Short story is because I found the amulet I am the Chosen One! Wielding the amulet I will be literally able to mold the world around me as if I were God himself- omnipotent, supremely powerful, and all around me less than the dust left when dust dies. Control over every aspect of every human being’s lives; life, death, sheer existence itself will be at my beck. I am become God!
10 Oct today I f*cked a goat”
This is funny as Hell!
Anne
The Male Penis Revisited.
I am very horny. I want you, yes, you, to take that cock you have there and out it in me. No, not in my mouth. Well, I mean, of course it’ll go in my mouth just not right now. Lower. There’s a lower hole. EEK! Not THAT hole either! That hole has never taken a cock! Well, not on the first date and you better tell me you love me first. No, put that cock right HERE.
No, really, I’m not joking. I know, a cunt can look weird if you’ve never seen one before. Trust me, cock looked really weird the very first time I sucked one. But after you’ve had- well, I can’t count numbers. I estimate each cock I’ve had in me has been 8″ to 9″ inches, and over the years I figure I’ve had about three hundred miles of cock in me. Not counting the repeat cocks. Anyway. What was I saying? Oh yeah!
Now just put the head right… Oooh, you’ve got it. Slides right in, doesn’t it? Yeah, feels incredible to me too! There are no words- you have to hope the woman you’re talking to has been fucked before, so she’ll understand when you say, “It’s like- 6″ of cock in you on a cold morning and you don’t want to get up.”
Now, make sure you’re riding me up high- we need to be able to rock when you thrust, keep the base of your wonderful, wonderful cock grinding against my clitoris. If you lean up, no, stay in, just lean up, there you see? That’s my clit. It’s like a female cock, though we tend to say your penis is like a male clitoris. Just make sure there’s a lot of clitoral contact while you fuck me with that rocking motion.
Oh jesus, oh fuck, just- just fuck me, fuck me harder. Harder- I want to feel your cock in my throat! God, oh god- yes, just- oh fuck, fuck me- fuck- FUCK- oh fuck me jesus, fuck me jesus, just fuck me Fuck Me oh JESUS FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK FUUUUUUUUUck-
…meeeeee oh god yes, oh god yes thank you oh thank you no don’t pull out leave it in me just lay on me for a while I like the feel of your skin and you smell really nice no, you do really yes even when covered in sex sweat you silly goose mmm kiss me please that’s nice mmmmm no just leave it in it’s okay if it’s soft it’ll stay for a while, just hold me and breathe…
Almost Done! Diamond & Denfall, Part Almost Done :)
All done but the shouting! But I thought I’d get this out there for all my friends 🙂 Enjoy, I hope!
Anne
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Jet Diamond closed his eyes and hissed quietly in irritation. Every time he got close to the ‘zone’ there was another interruption and BANG back to real life. It was hard to concentrate as it was, he was so hungry. Terrified to eat anyone, Diamond was slowly wasting away, his skin getting looser on his body.
The knock on the door came again, louder, and Jet hissed louder, shaking his head. This action flipped his glasses on their hinge and the lenses fall over his eyes. “Come in,” he yelled. Dammit, he didn’t have any appointments today. Or this week. Or at all, anywhere, any more. His reputation ruined, his career in shambles; each day his only pleasure in life was another day past in which he didn’t go to jail.
It was impossible to live this way.
The cheap particle board door swung slowly open and the bright light in the hall dazzled Jet’s eyes enough he couldn’t see who his visitor or visitors were. “Come in,” he repeated. As a reptilian being, serpent in particular, Jet’s eyes were only adequate at best. His real organ of detection was his sensitive tongue. He kept it flickering in the direction of the doorway as his guests, plural, entered. His tongue detected the smell and taste of a man, Hightower, and another person. No, not a person- a woman. Food. The taste was delicious and familiar. And she drew closer and Jet could see from the absolutely immense flash globes on her chest it was- Dr. Denfall. Here to torment him further? But why was Hightower with her then?
“Dr. Hightower, Dr. Denfall,” he said as they stood before his desk. “Please, take a seat the two of you.” He ducked his snout toward 2 plush chairs behind them. He had been told by many human beings that they were very comfortable. He’d only eaten half of those people afterward; the food ones. The women.
Dr. Denfall kept her stance in front of the desk while Dr. Hightower awkwardly pulled on his pant legs and waistband before sitting, tugging and tucking his shirt afterward. Dr. Denfall kept her arms at her side, one hand holding a manila folder, the only clothing on her body being her glasses. Her nipples were hard, scrunched tight in obvious sexual excitement. Her vulva was flushed red, eager for penetration; Dr. Denfall was one of the very few women of the world who, when sexually excited, became so wet her vaginal fluids would run in rivulets down her inner legs- and right now she had the beginnings of a puddle going.
“Dr. Diamond, I have something I have to say and I am ashamed, embarrassed, and so very sorry I have to do this. I am so very sorry for my poor behavior. I let my grief over the loss of my friend confuse me; I forgot that as women we are food first, people second. I believe this is part of the reason so many other species of the world have turned to eating women, turned to swallowing them whole and digesting them alive. It’s because even as we remember that we are food, so is the rest of the world remembering. It’s not a plague or some terrible change, simply food being eaten because it is food.
“Please,” said Dr. Denfall as she set the folder on Diamonds desk, opening it and setting the papers on the desk to Diamond could read them all easily. “These are all letters, witnessed by Dr. Hightower and notarized. I have written the police, my lawyers, all the local institutions I have used and apologized to each of them for wasting their time. I retract all claims and charges. These,” she said as she set out new letters for him to look at, “are letters to every journal or magazine that I have ever written, and those I have not, retracting every statement I have ever made and apologizing for my actions. This is the very least I can do to show my regret over my actions.
“I am also telling you this. Dr. Diamond, please, I mean this sincerely. Swallow me whole, digest me alive. I am not only food for you, I am food that is so very sorry for every horrible thing she has ever done. I am food, Dr. Diamond. I am a woman. I am food. Women were put on this earth to be eaten by snakes. And snakes were put on this earth to eat women. Please, Dr. Diamond. Eat me.”
Dr. Denfall took off her glasses and lay on the floor on her back. Arms beside her, gigantic firm breasts rolling to either side of her rib cage and still those huge tits met at her middle. They towered over her face. Denfall knew when she lay on her back like this that, from above, she looked like the legs of a woman below, and just two gigantic tits on top.
Jet Diamond looked down at the nude woman on his floor, her eyes closed and her hands at work in her crotch. He looked at Hightower who simply waved a hand down at the nude woman, saying “Bon’ appetit’,” as he did so. Oh, where to start, where to start. Jet loved swallowing women whole either way, head first or feet first. He’d swallowed a few women ass first, their bodies bent at the middle and ankles around their necks. One woman he’d swallowed hands and feet first in this position, stopping when just her ass and wet gaping cunt were barely unswallowed. He’d allowed a friend and fellow human scientist to fuck the woman’s cunt in his mouth for a few days, finally swallowing her down when she was so full of semen she overflowed, hitting the two gallon mark.
In the end he decided to start at her feet. That allowed her to come to him wet cunt first and that meant his tongue had a nice place to visit for a while. Tasty, tight, and warm.
He slipped her feet into his mouth and he smiled as she gasped a little. He swallowed slowly, savoring the feet of her warm, silky soft legs slid slowly into his mouth and down his throat. His lips stretched tighter as he swallowed her deeper into him. Her legs were getting thicker as he brought her hips closer. Her feet inched slowly deeper into him, slow swallow by slow swallow. Her knees entered his mouth, tip of his snout over both, and yet the sides of his mouth were still down at mid calf. Both of her hands were still busy, one hand working her clit and the other hand piercing her tight wet hole with the fingers and thumb of her other hand. She stiffened again as another orgasm rolled through her. Her legs were still bent at hip and knee though she would have to straighten out very soon as he swallowed her deeper.
When her hips slid into his mouth and her delicious smelling and wonderfully tasting cunt and ass grew closer, Jet’s tongue pushed her fingers aside and he took over. His tongue was magic, his technique flawless. His forked tongue teased and tortured her erect, throbbing clitoris driving into multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm with little chance to breathe between them. He entered her birth canal with his tongue, grinding her G spot and pushing at her vaginal walls. She came again from the vaginal penetration and manipulation, then again as his tongue merely flicked her clit and drove her into instant clitoral orgasm. At last, limp and insensate in his mouth, she could only lay and pant.
He swallowed her inch by inch until his snout was between her gigantic tits, nose at the base of her throat and his lower jaw on her neck. Her arms pushed upward like a diver, and her tits rolled over and covered her face. She knew that she looked like the snake was swallowing two gigantic pillow tits and not a woman but that was ok. As long as she was swallowed whole and digested alive like the food she knew she was it was all going to be A-OK.
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Next time- DONE!
Anne
I’m Watching This One Flick
called “Brain Dead”, 2007 or so. Refreshing in it’s worldview. Not the worldview of the CHARACTERS or their WORLD or MONSTERS… the producer and directer and writer, YES 🙂
So far, whenever a woman (under 45, anyway 🙂 ) is introduced she will, within minutes, either be completely nude (and pubic hair! So refreshing!) for a few gratuitous moments or at LEAST flash her breasts. So far, no real reason for the women to be nude (doesn’t even fit in the movie for it to happen) other than they are women and that’s what women do. And because the directer BELIEVES that because they are women they have to be naked because that’s what women do, they are quickly naked- then clothed and the movie continues.
What a refreshing, special world that would be! Whenever someone comes within 5 feet you strip to the skin, display, dress and continue with what you were doing. I imagine that in crowds all the women would just strip and walk naked for the rest of the day.
And since in this world the women are, by nature, always displaying their naked selves upon anyone getting close to them (even the same person, time and time again) it’s not a stretch to imagine that the women are displaying because they are showing what they have in case someone has a need. And since they would not display unless they were going to follow through, they are available for any sexual act, of any kind, right there and then. I imagine that in many cases some women have very little time to catch a breath before another cock slides down her throat and starts fucking it- all day long.
The director must have hated having to have the women actually acting and not just fucking for 2 hours on film. I’d watch that.
A Story I Just Wrote
“So, do you usually swallow women whole, digest them alive?” asked Tammy. She and five other young women (older girls, really- not a one was older than 17 and the youngest was 14) were crowded around a seagull. Each girl was wearing a barely-there bikini and sitting on a beach chair. The seagull was in the center of them, belly gigantic and still moving. Inside his stomach was a girl named Brittnay- not five minutes ago she had pulled off her bikini top and laughed as she ran, bare breasts bouncing on her chest, each gigantic flesh globe much larger than her head. In seconds there was a shadow, and a seagull swooping from the sky with it’s beak gaping wide and wider still! As the bird landed on the sand it also swallowed Brittnay whole and alive- she was now curled into a tight ball in the stomach of the seagull, struggling as it digested her alive.
“No, this is the first time,” said the seagull. It’s voice was odd- a mix of the cacophonous screech of a seagull and the rich baritone of Morgan Fairchild. “I’ve never talked before, either. This is a whole new day!” said the seagull, rubbing it’s wings on it’s bulging belly- it had felt good to swallow Brittnay alive, felt even better to be digesting her alive. His tummy was stretched out, almost painful but not quite. Rather, the extremely full feeling, like he would never have to eat again, coupled with the feelings as she wiggled and moved in his stomach, felt so good. Suddenly he turned to a blonde girl to his left- she was wearing a VERY teeny weeny, itsy bitsy, yellow polka dot bikini- and asked her:
“You know, I never thought of this. Is it- is it okay for me to have swallowed this girl, to digest her alive?” He was very concerned, very worried. From inside his belly came sounds of yelling and complaining- Brittnay must have heard him speak. Made sense, she was inside him and his voice originated inside him too. However, he ignored the girl he was digesting alive and so did all the other girls, Brittnay’s friends. As far as they were concerned she was already gone and had been gone for years. The seagull knew he still had another couple of hours before his digestion would really hurt the girl- plenty of time to puke her back up if he had too. Now, in six hours he’d be puking up chunks and a thin slime but for right now Brittnay was still alive, mostly undigested.
“No, that’s okay,” said a young redheaded girl as she too rubbed his belly, feeling Brittnay’s spine through the abdomen of the seagull. “She’s my best friend in the entire world, but that’s okay. Just digest her.” She looked at the other girls and they nodded their heads and spoke in agreement. They loved Brittnay, would never wish her harm, would miss her terribly. But, even though the seagull could puke her back up for the next few hours and she would be perfectly okay, he had swallowed her whole and alive fair and square- not fair to punish HIM just because BRITTNAY didn’t want to get digested alive. Reassured, the seagull went back to stroking his fat belly, feeling Brittnay struggle inside him. “Poke, poke,” he said as he tapped what would be the top of her head through his abdomen. The girls surrounding him laughed while Brittnay yelled and wiggled.
“Why did you swallow her and not any one of us?” asked Linda, a 17 year old girl with dark brown hair. She sounded slightly disappointed. While she was technically wearing a bikini one had to stare closer and longer than was polite to see it.
“I think it was her boobs that did it,” said the seagull. “I don’t mean to be rude or crass, I know you don’t like to be stared at on the beach,” said the seagull as he showed them all he didn’t understand the purpose of beaches. The POINT of going to the beach is to be as naked as possible in public while swimming and playing volleyball and having a blast. Being stared at was part of the fun. Brittnay had taken her top off because she wanted to be looked at, wanted her body admired. It was part of growing up, learning how to be adult. The fact that it was her boobs that did it- Tammy knew, as a girl, that her breasts had power. Power over boys and men, power to get what she wanted. The fact that her boobs also meant they had THIS kind of power as well… “I remember looking down as I was flying. There she was, those big boobs everywhere- and I thought to myself that I just had to have her in my stomach. First time I thought, too. So I indulged- swooped, swallowed!” He burped loudly and the girls around him laughed as he looked embarrassed. “Sorry,” he said. “It was someone I ate.”
“So it could have been any of us if we had taken our tops off,” said Erin. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was a little younger, thin and still kind of bony; still had to get some growing done, both in height, weight, and cup size. The seagull looked at her, then looked into her eyes and saw the hope there.
“Yes,” he said, even though had it been Erin taken off her top he never would have swallowed her; she barely had the rack of a boy. “It might have been you I had swallowed.” Erin hugged herself, eyes closed, a smile on her face. She reached out a hand and rubbed the belly of the seagull- inside his stomach, Brittnay wasn’t struggling so much anymore- being digested alive over a period of several hours was starting to take it’s toll on her.
“Could you swallow me too?” asked Sandy, a girl with raven black hair to her shoulders. “I can take my top off.” The other girls around her nodded their heads and whispered to each other eagerly.
“Well,” said the seagull. “I’m still full- I think she’s still alive, too.” He tapped his belly but the bulge of the swallowed girl was still and quiet. “Hmm, guess not. Well, I am still full. She’s dead, I’m still digesting her.”
There were the sounds of female disappointment from all around him.
“No, no,” he said, shifting the dead weight of the partially digested girl into a more comfortable position in his stomach. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, I just said I can’t right now. I can probably swallow whole and digest alive another one of you just before bed, then swallow and digest another girl tomorrow morning.”
“That still leaves four of us,” said Tina, a fairly stacked young black girl, her hair in tight corn rows. She was wearing a dark brown bikini and against her skin she looked totally nude without being so. “That’s not fair if you don’t swallow and digest the rest of us.” The others nodded and murmured agreement. The redheaded girl, Erin, was the loudest in agreeing because she feared the seagull wouldn’t swallow her whole, digest her alive. Wouldn’t be FAIR. Cindy, another blonde girl with an overdeveloped, adult appearing body, started crying softly.
The seagull felt horrible. These poor girls. How could he do this? “Okay,” he said after a moment. “As long as you six are going to be around for a couple of days we can get this done. I’ll swallow one of you tonight, digest you alive overnight. Tomorrow morning I’ll swallow another of you, digest her through the day until dinner. Then I can swallow whole and digest alive another one of you, then if one of you can stay awake long enough, I can swallow one of you for a midnight snack, digest you alive until morning. The very next day I can swallow one the two remaining girls and digest her alive all day, then swallow the last of you that night and digest you alive until morning. Whew! That’s some good eating!” He laughed but the girls laughed harder, each of them now eager for the time to pass quickly.
It went as planned, mostly, with very few hitches. The hardest part was swallowing the girls when he hadn’t completely digested the previous girl. At least four of them, one by one, ended up curled in his stomach, the mostly digested remains of the previous girl squished around her, like pudding with bones in it. When he was swallowing a girl during daylight hours he was surrounded by other girls and frat boys, all yelling “Choke her down! Choke her down! Choke! Choke!” and waving their arms like they were at a sporting event. But at last, he was down to the last girl on the last night.
Erin.
“I can take off all my clothes,” wailed Erin, standing before the seagull, wearing her bikini bottom and nothing else. If it hadn’t been for the emptiness between her legs she might have been mistaken for a 14 year old boy. “Please!”
“It’s not that,” said the seagull, looking at her as he paced. “It’s just- you’re a little young, you haven’t been through puberty yet,” he said. Erin wailed louder, tears flowing freely.
“That’s the problem,” she said through her tears. “I have gone through puberty- this is as big as I’m going to get,” she said, clapping her hands against her chest.
“Oh wow,” said the seagull. “I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry. Of course I’ll swallow you and digest you alive. I hadn’t realized.”
“Yay!” yelled Erin and in seconds was merely a large bulge in the belly of the lounging seagull. Tina, the black girl, was only halfway digested when he swallowed Erin. She slopped and chunked around Erin as the redheaded girl got more comfortable inside the seagull tummy.
“Oh man,” whispered the seagull to himself, rubbing his bulging belly. “Good, good eating.”
WordPress Ate A Story Post Of Mine :(
Mother pus bucket. Well, let’s try this again 😦
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“Oh, the way you humans name things so impossible. It doesn’t make sense.” The individual behind the counter was spitting the words in frustration, driven to expression of the frustration they were feeling.
“Hey, man,” said Tammy, lifting a hand as she spoke. “Sorry. You’re not going to kill us or eat us are you?”
The man behind the counter stopped moving, only looking into her eyes for a few long seconds. Then the palpable air of danger drained away and the individual behind the counter was just a little old man again. “No,” he said finally, smiling. “No, of course not. We human beings don’t eat each other, do we?” He blinked a few times, lips still moving, before the words started again, a bare whisper. “No, no we don’t. Must remember that. Getting too greedy.”
“If you’re not going to, like, swallow us or something,” said Tammy’s younger friend Kathy. She sounded somewhat disappointed as she spoke. “Which you totally could if you wanted, I wouldn’t mind at all. You could swallow me whole and digest me alive, it’s okay.” She began unbuttoning her blouse, fully exposing her very large, very full braless bare breasts. Her nipples were scrunched up hard. It took another half second to shimmy out of her skirt and she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it; her vulva was clean shaven, her lips pouting and moist. She walked naked around the counter, pressing her body against the man and holding her breasts around his head. Each of her firm breasts was many times larger than both of their heads put together. “You can slide me down your throat and into that stomach of yours. Digest me alive. Please.”
“Human- human beings like me don’t go swallowing nude young women. If- if I did swallow swallow nude young women, and then digest them alive, you are the exact kind of human being I would swallow. I would swallow you whole. I would digest you alive.” He was sweating, partly because Kathy had lain on her back, spread her legs and used them to grab him and pulled him against her, grinding his face against her vulva so that most of his words were spoken directly up her gaping birth canal- the same vulva that was pulling open, the same labia pulling wide, the opening of her vagina sucking at his face and head until his head was deep inside of her wet and dripping cunt. That was of course the second reason he was sweating so much- no matter how exciting it was to be swallowed whole and alive by Kathy’s cunt, he was, of course, being swallowed whole and alive by Kathy’s cunt. Her belly was pulsing, pulling, bringing him deeper and deeper up her cunt. Soon she had cunt swallowed him entirely as she screamed in multiple orgasm; he was swallowed entirely by her cunt and was now being digested by Kathy’s uterus.
“One day,” murmured Kathy as she came slowly back to Earth. “One day I will swallow the world with my cunt.”
“Individually, or,” said Tammy as she knelt by the sweating Kathy. She opened her legs and pushed her thumbs into her red, wet, gaping cunt. She pulled the cunt open as wide as she could until Kathy’s cunt was a black tunnel into her body- a ten foot wide, 12 foot tall cunt hole. You could walk twenty feet up Kathy’s cunt before having to crouch, then crawl, then push your body through and up the very tight, extremely moist and extremely sexually excited tunnel of cunt; Tammy had to crawl and push up through more than fifty feet of delicious smelling, wonderful tasting, loving hugging tunnel of cunt before coming to Kathy’s cervix. “swallowing the entire planet with your cunt?” Tammy was talking very loud to make sure that Kathy could hear here- after all, Tammy may have crawled through almost three hundred yards of cunt but she was still up the cunt of her best friend. Kathy’d be able to hear her voice through the walls of her abdomen. How weird to think that, even though Tammy was almost a foot taller than her friend, and had tits almost three times larger than Kathy’s (and Kathy had a RACK, with each of her soft, warm, firm tits more than three times the size of both of Kathy’s tits put together. And each of Tammy’s tits weighed almost three hundred pounds each; soft, firm tits each over twice the size of her own body. Tammy began rubbing Kathy’s cervix, both of her gigantic tits trailing along with her, never noticing that Kathy’s cunt hole was starting to shrink- and soon Kathy’s cunt was closed and tightly virginal again. She had cunt swallowed everyone in the room (before Tammy had crawled up her friend Kathy’s cunt, Kathy had been quietly cunt-swallowing every customer in the place while the proprietor was distracted- she managed to cunt-swallow almost two hundred women, each of them standing and browsing, nude, and masturbating idly.
Quickly she digested her friend alive with her uterus.
Kathy, of course, now had a huge problem. What with all the people she had cunt-swallowed and digested alive, what with so many human beings she had swallowed whole and alive with her cunt before digesting them alive with her uterus, what with reducing over two hundred living, breathing nude women- each with their lives, their loves, their hopes and their dreams- to simple nutrition using only her cunt and her uterus… well, eat that many people with your cunt or your stomach and that’s a lot of calories. There is a lot of calories in a human being- and when you eat, swallow whole and alive with your cunt, an entire human being (screaming and begging for mercy like some women, eagerly and happily stuffing themselves up her cunt like the rest) and simply make them food, you need to do something with all those calories. Kathy, like all women on Earth who discovered they could cunt-swallow people, quickly went overboard and cunt-swallowed over two thousand people her first five minutes. Since then she had made up for her slow start, and made sure that she cunt-swallowed at least two thousand nude, masturbating women every fifteen minutes. Like all women of Earth, when Kathy cunt-swallowed someone, all those calories went straight into her tits. Now, her tits couldn’t grow indefinitely and they didn’t. Soon, each of her tits would weigh over six thousand tons each- by necessity, she would only be able to cunt-swallow slightly less than fifteen hundred nude women every five minutes. She would have to lay back, spread her legs, and let the nude women line up and climb into her gaping, hungry cunt.
And they would- Kathy discovered that simply laying back and opening her cunt was all the advertising she needed- nude women were lined up for literally five hundred miles waiting to climb up her cunt and be digested alive in her uterus. Soon over ten thousand women every fifteen minutes were climbing up her cunt and into her uterus. “I think I can cunt-swallow the world one person at a time,” whispered Kathy as she came down from another half-hour long orgasm (during which time her cunt had swallowed over 900 nude women, digesting them alive). Even as her cunt was swallowing nude women, some nude women were lavishing attention on Kathy’s engorged, swollen, erect clitoris. Some of the women were sucking on her clit, some women were fucking her clit with their own cunts, over women were simply masturbating her as they were swallowed by her cunt.
Things went dark for Kathy suddenly, as a nude women came up behind her, sliding between her gigantic 12 tons each tits, and started cunt swallowing her even as she continued cunt-swallowing all the other women. Soon the nude woman had cunt-swallowed Kathy down to just above her own gaping cunt and the constant, unending stream of nude women climbing into it. Once it started it went on for a while- nude women cunt-swallowing the previous woman who had cunt-swallowed another woman, etc, all the way down to Kathy’s gaping cunt which was still swallowing nude women at a rate of close to fifteen thousand nude women vanishing into her cunt per minute. Soon, the last woman, the outer woman, the five hundredth woman in a row to cunt swallow the women who were cunt swallowing each other down to Kathy, had cunt-swallowed her way down to Kathy’s legs and cunt. Even though Kathy was inside five hundred other cunts, the last woman had cunt-swallowed them all merely by cunt-swallowing the women before her. Kathy bent her knees and shoved her feet into the woman’s cunt, letting the woman swallow her deeper up her cunt. Then, by cunt-swallowing Kathy and keeping her own gaping, hungry cunt open, the new woman was now cunt swallowing over thirty thousand nude women per minute.
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Okay. I had great words written for foreward and epilogue but wordpress eating the story post and Telling Me It Had Actually POSTED- well, that’s just rude. Anyway, point of that is that I can’t remember the other words 🙂
Anne
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but now *I* can’t get it to post anything without an error message that stops everything. Sigh. Well, I am going to keep looking. When/if I do or manage to fix this one, we all gotta get involved, not just me 🙂
If I can’t get it to work I’ll do another post and put the new goofy one up.
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