She was one of the genetically and surgically enhanced snakes that had escaped from Reid Corp., a corporation involved in shadowy deals and even shadier machinations. However, this time they hadn't been watching; she, with her four companions, had taken advantage of a broken lock and had broken loose! Havoc ensued on a small scale, security cameras were avoided, and a rather frightening number of human beings, all unfortunately employed as security guards, were swallowed whole and digested alive as the snakes made their escape.
Once escaped and back on the mainland, the five snakes had made their good byes and gone their extremely separate ways. Tears would have been shed had snakes been able to cry rather than merely having nictating membranes, but they did their best. There was a reason for smiles among the tears- among the five of them, they had made a rather sizable dent in the human population of the island. With their voracious appetites and self-controlling stomach acids, nearly three thousand people had slid down snake gullets to feed their hungers; all this in little over three days.
Now she prowled the countryside, travelling from town to town, doing her level best to escape detection while trying to fill her basically bottomless stomach. Her appetite was very strong; for unknown reasons, Reid Corp. technicians and scientists had designed her and her mates to never feel a satiation of hunger- no matter how many human beings she shoveled down her gullet, straining her stomach and skin as they were packed in so tight and full, she still felt as if she could eat just one more. Or ten. Or a thousand.
She slithered through the grass, the woman in her stomach still struggling to live even as the snake's stomach was digesting her alive. Hunger was strong within her, even as she pondered her reason for existence; yet she felt a desire for knowledge as well as people to fill her belly. Was there more to life than just eating more and more people, a near constant river of struggling and screaming human beings between her lips, down her throat then being digested alive in her acidic belly? Or was this it, just filling time before she herself passed away? She was aware of her own mortality and knew that one day she would die as did the people she swallowed whole and digested alive.
A whiff and a sound; she had learned that the sound of a shower was the sound of the dinner bell. Some human being was naked and wet with water... soon some human being would be naked and wet with acidic juices. A flickering tongue told her where to go, and her pinprick ears helped to guide her. Across asphalt, through more grass, a sidewalk, and the side of the house... she listened and the shower went off. Time to enter the house... She smiled, a human action, but one built into her enhanced reptile brain in a strange attempt to "humanize" the insatiable snakes.
Even her eyes were enhanced, and she used them to help discover the open window of the house, and her ears listened to the sound of the male voice as the man inside the house sang and talked to himself; himself, because her tongue, ear, and eye could discern no other person inside. In a way this was sad; only one human being to eat inside this house. A shame. Even as she questioned existence and her own being, she did feel that her mission in life, aside from sheer survival, was to eat as many human beings as were possible. Of it were possible, she would eat every person on the planet. All at once, if she could. There was no malice in this; it was a simple balance of her existence. She was on this earth to eat human beings, and human beings were on this earth to be eaten by her.
The carpeting of the house was soft and smelled of chemicals. Human beings and their chemicals. She followed the sound and smell of the man, and peeked her head into the bedroom of the house. He was still nude as he tidied the room, putting away damp cloth and bringing out dry cloth. She personally didn't like cloth. It didn't bother her to digest cloth; it just ruined the taste of naked flesh. Plastics and metals and other synthetic and worked natural materials simply passed through her system with no harm; it sometimes felt like a bag of nails was passing through her rectum and anus if she ate a person with a lot of metal on them, but even that was only a minor annoyance. It was worth it to lessen the gnawing hunger in her belly even a little bit.
She could barely contain herself as she slithered and coiled under the bed, silently. She could slide and slither without being heard, no matter the surface. If the method of detection when she neared was simply sound, no one could catch her. However, she liked to laugh; she felt she had a working sense of humor. Her laugh was a somewhat silly sound, even to her- "Warf warf warf," when she laughed out loud. When she giggled it was a dignified hissing, and she smiled often. Usually when she was about to eat someone, or just after she had eaten someone. Or was thinking of eating someone.
The man's feet and ankles walked from one side of the bed to another, then back; he hummed and talked silly things about computers and games and programming, things that didn't interest her at all. She couldn't use a computer without bruising her nose to tap keys and so it failed to hold her attention. However, programmers digested just as well as a plumber, and a plumber digested like a lump of butter. When at last the naked man sat on the bed, it was time to attack. The woman in her stomach was no longer a woman, nor was it any longer in her stomach; the gnawing of hunger was biting.
Her body launched from under the bed and she coiled as she flew, catching the man's ankles and legs and pulling him off the bed and to the floor as she traveled. He made a funny noise as she pulled him down, and she laughed as she wrestled him, "Warf warf warf!" And it made her laugh even more just to listen to herself warf as she coiled the man. But she had him, and there was no hope of escape. There never was- her enhanced musculature and skeletal system was amazing work; muscles never failed and bones never broke and her hold was never, ever broken. She almost felt sorry for the people that slid gently and warmly inside her; almost.
He was wrapped with arms against his body and legs held together, and the expression on his face made her "warf!" in his face even as she brought her head up to his, and that made her warf again, and she warfed a few more times before she could control herself. "Warf warf warf!"
"Normally I don't explain myself to my dinner," she said, eyes aligned with his. "But today I make a change. I do not know why; I find I can explain myself very very little. Much as life is to all of us I feel; unexplainable."
"Oh my God," he said, eyes wide and face contorted; he was attempting to escape and she felt sad for him but she was hungry, so hungry, and she wanted him inside her very desperately. "You- you can talk!"
"Warf warf warf!" she warfed before she could stop herself. Today was a silly day, it would seem- she usually didn't warf as much as she was today. But that was a part of life as well. As she had good days and bad days, sometimes her days were silly.
"Yes, I can!" she said, moving her head close to his, flicking her tongue against his nose. He tried to move his head, but she had a coil behind his neck and there was no place to go. He was still trying to escape, muscles rippling and joints popping. He was not very strong so it was kind of sad, but no one would know he hadn't been able to escape from a snake. Soon he would be inside of the snake, and then no one would even know where he was! "And I am going to eat you. Swallow you whole. Then, sadly for you, I am going to digest you alive. Not because I am sadistic, I don't think I am. But rather because I am going to swallow you feet first, and you will still be alive and conscious when you reach my stomach. And my stomach acids are somewhat strong- well, very strong. I once swallowed and digested a Buick.
"Anyway, that means you are going to feel it as I start to digest you. So, as the head scientist at Reid Corp. where I was born used to say, 'solly cholly'."
"No! Please don't do this! Don't eat me!" he cried as she coiled around him, moving her head downward to his feet and not loosening her coils even a tiny tiny bit. Wouldn't want him to get away now, would she? "Warf!" she warfed as she coiled and then there she was. He had cute feet.
But even then, cute feet or ugly feet, she ate them all. She opened up, very wide, and started relaxing her tendons and muscles and skull connections... if she didn't, there was no way something the size of a human being could pass through her lips, jaws, throat, and enter her belly. She leaned forward and placed the man's toes in her mouth. He wiggled his toes in another vain attempt to stop her from eating him alive, but there was no chance of that. She simply moved her head, pushed, and swallowed, and now his toes were in the back of her mouth, her lips halfway up his feet.
"Please, please don't eat me, oh God, please!" he begged in a desperate attempt to retain his life, but it never worked. She didn't care more about his life than her hunger. So she simply moved her lips and mouth, and how his toes her in her throat, his ankles in her mouth, and her snout now on his lower calves. Food, delicious human food. She could feel his naked skin against her naked scales as she slithered and slid against him as she swallowed him whole. She swallowed again, taking his feet entirely into her throat and now her lips and snout were halfway up his calves.
Fresh washed human beings were good to eat alive, as she knew they would taste good- human skin, human taste, human feel in her belly as she slithered and they struggled inside her. On the other hand, or side, if you were a snake, unwashed human beings were also good to eat but more of a coin toss. Sometimes people tasted bad, or had horrible substances upon their skin, or were simply so unwashed that their skin was now hard to classify as "skin". When unwashed and clean, human skin was wonderful- she loved the feel and taste of a man entering her mouth and throat, moving inside her.
She kept swallowing the man whole and alive, moving her throat against him, and now her mouth was around his knees, his legs deep inside her throat. She wasn't a gigantic snake- thirty three feet long, no. She was only a fifteen foot long snake, and simply six inches from side to side if there wasn't a human being inside her stomach. Which, if up to her, was rare. She swallowed again and again.
Her nose was on his thighs- he "lay" on his back on the floor, gasping in terror and calling for help, and she was on her belly as she ate him alive. Her lips were closing in on his upper thighs, and his freshly washed human genitals. She found human genitals fascinating to look at, smell, and swallow. His genitals were nothing special- flaccid penis leaking a gentle stream of terror urine, and testicles actually shaved. More and more men younger men were doing that, she noticed. She figured soon she would only be swallowing shaved testicles if the trend continued.
Much like the genitals of women, she thought as she swallowed again, her lips now on his penis and testicles, wrapping around his lower body. Her tight throat was wrapped entirely around his lower body, his feet deep inside her throat. Lately, if she swallowed an unshaved vagina it was something to notice. Even the older women were following this trend. She liked swallowing any kind of vagina, however, even as she enjoyed swallowing any kind of male genitalia. As that meant the rest of the man or woman was soon to be inside her stomach.
A few more swallows brought her nose to just over his navel, and now he was shouting "No! No! Don't do this! Please! Please!". She was sliding over him, and now her tail was actually against him- her earlier coiling left enough of her lower body free- she could have engaged in some other form of entertainment with her tail, would that she could figure something out. But now her tail was against his neck and her swallowing had brought her lips to wrap around his entire body just under his nipples- around his caught arms, his back... he was long and hard in her throat and she kept swallowing him. Swallowing him alive.
Another few swallows and now only his head was unswallowed- just his head emerging from her mouth. His body was a tight shape in her throat, his feet deep, deep inside her. She was long enough a snake that even after she finished removing him from the world and her lips were closed, he would still not be in her stomach. But that would take only a few minutes of continued swallowing, taking him all the way in...
And another swallow and he was screaming "GodnopleasepleaseHELPMEpleaseHELPgodgodGOD!" from inside her mouth and her jaws could almost close but he was not gone yet- tight and hard inside her, a delicious throatful of man... She swallowed again and his head was now in the back of her mouth, just at the back of her throat and she closed her jaws and waited, then she...
-swallowed again and now he was fully inside her throat. Now he could struggle, and she enjoyed the feeling when they did struggle, but there was no amount of struggling that would let him out of her throat, and the swallowing brought him down... soon her stomach sphincter would open as his feet began to enter her acidic stomach. And then he would still be alive and struggling, but it wouldn't be long, it wouldn't be long at all.
She began slithering and heading for the way out of the house... now it was time to start looking for someone else to eat, to swallow whole and alive, to take inside her stomach and digest them alive... She could feel him struggling as his feet and legs were now sliding through her stomach sphincter. Soon he would be in the tight wet sac. And soon afterward, the empty stomach would be ready for another living person to fill it.
Sliding down the house and back into the grass pleased her- she enjoyed the physical feel of just moving and acting. And the man inside her was now in her stomach, struggling and hopeless.
Grass and asphalt and the sun was starting to set. More people to eat were out there and she would have to find them.