Anaconda Feast Comic + Alternate Individual Images
*3 Comic Versions + 3 Alternate Individual Images Unwilling Soft Vore Peril *
*Hnnnnggghhhh gaaaahhh-hhmmm*
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Punctured whimpering and silent screams intermittently filled the air as muscular coils wrapped themselves ever tighter around Tammy Jenkins’ panicking body.
Tears welled in her spectacularly blue eyes as the deafening sound of her own heartbeat in her ears prevented her from realizing the enormous predator’s maw was parting right above her head, dropping steaming, putrid drool on her hair as it began the deadly, perfected ritual of consuming its now utterly helpless prey.
The gorgeous, struggling 29-year-old young woman tried with her last bits of strength remaining to scream desperately for help, help she knew was many hours and even more hours away. All she could do was gape in bound agony as the cunning anaconda prevented her from expelling barely any air at all.
It allowed its newfound prey to breathe in and out still of course, it preferred its prey alive and well when digestion began, the wild, frenzied thrashing of its meal within its stomach helped keep its intestinal systems moving, acting as a sort of hellish peristalsis during which the unfortunate victim remained alive for days of ceaseless torture until the slow-working but no less searing digestive enzymes finally melted through the prey’s vital organs.
The young woman that found herself in its clutches would’ve never imagined she would suffer such a hellish, previously unpredictable end. And yet here she was, on another part of the world, far from home, about to become nothing more than warm, delicious meat for an animal of all things.
She wept as she could hear her phone vibrating near the water’s edge, she hear the shutter as she had activated a setting to snap a photo whenever she received a message from her friend so as to send her automatic updates while they were apart. Only now she deeply regretted that as she knew no one in the U.S. would be able to help her in time, and worse, her blabber mouth of a friend would probably not keep Tammy’s undignified and humiliating end to herself.
The beautiful, doomed damsel looked down at her heaving enhanced breasts, something she typically loved doing as she bounced in ecstasy and gyrated her hips while whatever lover she currently had throbbed and pulsed inside her.
“Oh god please save me” Tammy managed to whisper except she wasn’t looking at the sky, she was looking at her $25,000 32D breasts as she hoped against hope that the monstrous snake would be unable to swallow her fully, little did she know that the giant anaconda devouring her alive had consumed bigger, less smooth prey before, and if anything all the artificial material in her breasts would only add extra days of digestion for the poor gal as it took the acids much longer to dissolve it, only prolonging the slim redhead’s excruciating agony.
As the successful anaconda closed its jaws around Tammy’s pretty face, she began to hyperventilate as the very real crushing reality of her impending doom broke all privileged illusions about the world she previously had. No longer feeling invincible, the busty beauty recalled every bad decision she made that led her to becoming another squirming prey thing for a predator that would forget her as soon as she stopped convulsing in agony inside it.
From failing to research the sketchy travel company she booked, to trusting the local tribesmen that rented her the boat, their lip licking she had taken as a compliment about her beauty but not she realized the darker sentiment behind it, to thinking her protesting friends were merely jealous to placing such importance upon her wannabe travel based social media pages.
Tammy groaned in guilt and shame her head was swallowed whole, it was far too late for her now and when the anaconda slowly sucked in one breast and then the other she wasn’t even shocked as she desperately did not want to die, but the part of her that told her she was snake meat grew ever louder and louder even as her shrill protests of pain and denial from inside the snake as she was eventually digested continued for days on end.
Eventually her phone would run out of battery by the riverbank, and the snake would deposit what little hair and nails remained of Tammy, a few traces of saline and silicone mixed in the snake’s excrement were all that remained of the big breasted beauty squealing inside the snake just days before.
The jungle forgot her slower than even her friends did, as pictures of her bad ending circulated through her circles and then flared out, replaced by whatever the latest thing was, already old news even before the screaming damsel had actually expired inside the stomach.
The tour company made ridiculous amounts of money from superficial brats such as these, they knew the snake’s ravenous appetite would return before long, giving them enough time to find the latest dim, gorgeous young thing to book her ticket too.