Posted by anne snakelover on July 30, 2003 at 12:48:04:
another story, what else? involving- what else? snakes swallowing women alive! YAY! there IS a god : )
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Sandy was frightened of the world today, didn't care who knew it, and thought damned near everyone else she met was crazy. How else would anyone, ANYONE, in the USA think that it was normal, decent, even desirable, for women to be swallowed whole and digested alive by giant snakes? But that's what had happened.
Twenty years ago, woman swallowing pythons had appeared in the USA and began swallowing women whole and digesting them alive. At the same time, some twisted social change took hold of the female consciousness and it was decided it was fashionable to go nude in public- weather, decorum, or common sense be damned. A strange time for this social more' to change, as the woman swallowing pythons swallowed only nude women whole and digested them alive (or, in most cases, mostly unclothed enough to fit some arbitrary snake decision to be considered nude). As time went on, people became used to entering rooms, exiting buildings, or crossing rooms and finding snakes about to swallow nude women whole so as to digest them alive, swallowing nude women so as to digest them alive, or crawling off to find a place to digest alive the nude woman in it's belly.
One would think that with up to five or six million nude women swallowed whole and digested alive every year (and this was a very conservative estimate- most thinkers believed the numbers to be 5 times higher or more) in the USA, that the population of available women for swallowing and digesting alive would fall dramatically. And while this was somewhat true- the birth rate in the USA had absolutely skyrocketed even as the number of available women for childbirthing dropped, the immigration rate of women around the world to the USA had increased over a hundredfold and was still on the upswing.
However, Sandy was the kind of woman that the woman swallowing pythons loved to swallow whole and then digest alive- she was only five foot three inches tall with waist length hazel hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She wore glasses over her bright lavender eyes, and worked out when she could- she was strong but not overly muscular, well padded in all the right places. Her legs were lean and long, her waist small, and she had typical American breasts for her age- no surgery, and she was extremely overbusty (although American science was starting to reclassify women- Sandy's bustline was becoming the norm for women with small breasts), her breasts several times the size of her head and firm, little sag. She was tanned from her toes to her hairline for she hated clothing and refused to wear anything but shoes and not even those when she could avoid it.
"I don't want to go to work today," said Sandy as she prepared for the day (a process which involved washing, shaving all hair from her body below her eyebrows, lotioning herself liberally, brushing and tying back her hair, and then "dressing" by slipping on her shoes and inspecting her glistening young nude body in the mirror). "Today is probably the day." This thought depressed her. The idea of being swallowed whole and digested alive absolutely terrified her, although not enough that she felt the need to immigrate to a country where the woman swallowing pythons were unheard of.
At the office where she worked, being swallowed whole and digested alive by a woman swallowing python was all the other women ever talked about, and they worked ceaselessly to make themselves as edible as possible. Some of the women lotioned themselves with "tasty" scents, others used makeup to enhance their beauty, and some were always proudly showing off the latest work of their plastic surgeons- breasts doubled or tripled in size from the previous day. Sandy was amazed they ever got any work done, and in fact very little was ever done- it was generally a new crew of women working in the office each day, as the previous days women were generally all swallowed whole and digested alive by woman swallowing pythons, save for a few "unfortunates" like Sandy. She never bothered to get close to the women at the office- even the women who didn't get swallowed on any given Monday were busily being digested by Wednesday at the very latest.
She popped open the door to her apartment and sneaked a peek outside- she'd lived there ever since the day of her eighteenth birthday, and seen literally thousands of female apartment dwellers in her building come and go, some signing their leases then within seconds making the trip down some snake throat to the snake's belly, where they would be digested alive. The coast was clear, as clear as it ever got. From her door to the elevator, the three fat woman swallowing pythons were busy swallowing whole the nude women in their mouths. Sandy always sneaked a peek at the nude women's crotches if the snake's were swallowing the women head first- she was heterosexual, basically, but she loved looking at and licking other women's vaginas. One woman had an unshaved pubic area and that revolted Sandy- she was snobbish that way. She would never lick a pussy with fur. The second woman had one hand pulling open her gaping clean shaven vagina and the other was busy working her clit furiously, the snake jaws inching down her belly and toward her hips. The third woman was being swallowed whole feet first, and her entire body was in the snake throat, only her hands still poking from between the snake lips.
The elevator ride down to the street was short and uneventful, Sandy sitting on the snake that was swallowing the other woman with her. Sandy's left hand gently and without thinking caressed the sex of the woman being swallowed, bringing her to gentle orgasm and unaware she was doing it.
When she made it to her office building (only two blocks away, and all twenty three woman swallowing pythons counted greedily swallowing nude women already) she was basically amazed- Amanda had been hired on Wednesday and was spectacularly busty and voraciously sexual. She had worn a large bikini top on her first day that on her build was merely a nipple cap, and Sandy had been surprised when the woman could actually walk upright. This morning, Thursday, she had quickly healing incisions and her breasts rested on her desktop, covering the work surface entirely, spilling over the edges and blocking the view of Amanda entirely. The other women in the office were openly jealous, inspecting these behemoth breasts and openly masturbating as they spoke of the lucky snake that would get to eat THOSE.
Sandy merely went to work at her desk, getting the work done necessary for the business to function. She knew her work, as the work of most of the other women that worked in the USA was now merely decorative, basically non-functional, busy-work. Designed to grease the wheels of the corporate world, and keep women busy until snakes swallowed them whole and digested them alive. The jobs paid well, but that was just smoke being blown- maybe one tenth of one percent of working women in the USA remained unswallowed and undigested long enough to actually gather, let alone cash, their paychecks. In today's USA, the important work of the day was done by men, for they were never swallowed whole and digested alive by snakes, leaving them alive for the necessary continuity to keep the world running.
Sandy survived the day by being cautious and careful, although she the only woman left unswallowed by noon. During the first break, almost half of the women in the office were swallowed whole by snakes that then slithered off to digest their own meal of living woman in peace. During lunchtime, the remainder were also swallowed whole, even Amanda. She'd had to call out for lunch since she could no longer walk, and with her own food had arrived a hungry woman swallowing python. Sandy had hid under her desk until the snake had started eating Amanda, then had her own "lunch", licking Amanda into multiple orgasm for the twenty minutes it took the snake to swallow her from her head to her crotch. Then she spent the remainder of her lunch break masturbating as she watched the snake finish swallowing Amanda whole and alive. She was even kind enough to let the stuffed snake into the elevator after it had finished swallowing Amanda, and she watched as the doors closed and the elevator took the snake away so it could find a place to digest the still living Amanda it now had resting tightly in the hot sack of it's stomach.
After five o' clock, Sandy looked out the window of her office complex. That morning, the streets had been bustling with people, men and women. 99 out of a hundred women that morning had been nude, or so close it made no difference, but they had numbered equal with the men rushing to work running errands. Now, with the fall sun starting to set, the streets were not as full as they were. There were as many men bustling about and doing their work, but there were very few women. Sandy counted only three in a five minute period, all of them naked as the day they were born. All three of them were stopped by snakes within seconds of Sandy spotting them. They lay down obediently, and the snakes slowly, gently, and lovingly swallowed them whole and then slithered away to digest the living women in their bellies.
Sandy's apartment complex was empty, quiet. The building had a five hundred woman occupancy, and this morning it had been full of vibrant nude women, all heading out into the world. This evening, only Sandy remained unswallowed. Most of the women swallowed were undigested as yet- even snakes that swallowed living nude women in the early morning hours tended to wait until sundown before digesting the living nude women in their stomachs.
After eating an unsatisfying bowl of Campbell's soup, Sandy sat in her leather chair by the window. She watched as the sun went down fully and the city grew dark and the buildings began lighting up. Sometime during the night the building she lived in with fill again with women, moving in from outlying cities, towns, or arriving by plane from some foreign land.
Around midnight she prepared for bed (which she mainly prepared for just throwing the blankets back on her bed- she slept as she went about the day, nude), listening to sound the building come alive as women moved themselves and what belongings they had into the apartments around her. As she lay on her side, holding her massive breasts to her and falling gently asleep, she sleepily contemplated getting breast enlargement surgery.
Tomorrow was another day.
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anne