Posted by anne snakelover on July 06, 2003 at 13:46:09:
The Story, PART ONE
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Tabitha Conelly tapped her fingers on the marble desktop as she sat in the soft backed chair, thinking. She wasn’t a bad researcher, she knew that. Even after the reaming she’d gotten from her project manager boss, the bean counter, the man with his fingers on the cash., the man who paid her her salary, paid for the lab, paid for the research and the volunteers. Oh sure, she was a SLOPPY researcher, she knew that. That, she couldn’t dispute. The facts were there- she usually did four times the work, spent five times the money, needed eight times the volunteers to get the work done of any fourteen of her fellow researchers put together, but She Got The Work Done, that was the point.
She needed donuts, but she didn’t dare get any. Chocolate donuts. But when she ate donuts, they went straight to her ass, and she was in mortal terror of getting middle age ass spread, especially with all the sitting she did these days. Not like her modeling and stripping days, boy was she active then! A smile crept across her face as she thought back of her years of dancing, stripping, and prostitution. Good times, good times.
Tabitha stood and walked across the room to the plexiglass wall, looking through it to the snake within the next room. It was a large anaconda, the largest in the world. And there was good reason for that- it happened to be the most well fed anaconda in the world at the moment. Crossing her arms under her breasts, Tabitha pondered the anaconda as it lay coiled.
Within the long body of the snake were several large bulges, and Tabitha knew the names of each bulge. Each was the body of a young female research volunteer, and one of the reasons she was in so much trouble for wasting resources. Every single day for the past two years the snake had swallowed, whole and alive, upwards of ten female research volunteers in an effort to determine just what the process of digestion was like from the inside.
Each volunteer was carefully selected to be young, in good condition and health, shapely and well built, smart, and willing to be swallowed whole and digested alive by a snake for science. Tabitha, in a rare moment of jealousy, had added the requirement of being extremely well stacked to the list, for she felt that women with larger boobs than hers needed to be eaten alive (if she was honest with herself and in this case, she was).
The problem was, each volunteer was supposed to be wearing a mask that supplied oxygen to them, along with a microphone for the verbal log as they were swallowed and then digested alive. For various reasons, mostly related to being fuzzy headed about details and rarely about jealousy over the bodies of the young women, Tabitha forgot to hook them up with the masks before sending them into the plexiglass cage. At least she was making a fair amount of money on the side selling videotapes and DVDs of the snakes swallowing the young women alive. But it was costing a LOT of money and the results just weren’t coming in.
And now, and now... Tabitha stood at the wall of the cage, tapping a foot. She was wearing her sandals on her shapely feet, and her long lean legs were tanned all the way up to her tight derriere which was clad in a way too small pair of athletic shorts, so tight her shaved clean crotch might not as well even have been covered. Her midriff was bare, and her navel ring was shining in the middle of the tattoo she’d gotten around her navel. She was wearing a sports bra, brilliant white and lycra, way too small for her massively enhanced breasts which, had they been that size without all the silicon, saline, and enhancement surgeries, would be hanging below her knees, each several times the size of her head. Her head itself was framed with a halo of blonde ringlets, so bright they were almost white, that exploded outward and down to just below her shoulder blades, and managed to just set off her black framed glasses she wore just to look vulnerable.
As she watched, the snake lifted it’s head for a moment, and each woman in it’s long throat slid downward another couple of feet. One wasn’t moving any further, and Tabitha knew that young woman had already reached the snake’s stomach, and was even now being digested. If only she’d remembered to give that bitch a mask, she’d be describing the sensation and Tabitha’s project wouldn’t be a bust!
She sighed, her own massive bust lifting and settling with a great jiggling that lasted a full ten seconds. There would be only one way she could clear her name, set the matter straight, get the research done and prove she wasn’t a fuckup. It would take another week to fully get her courage worked up, and let the snake finish digesting the women it had already eaten, but her mind, such as it was, was set and made up.
NOW she could go buy donuts!
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end part one
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