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The mouse chef was stirring the soup when the door to the kitchen opened. She looked over and her eyes grew wide. It was the boss!
She jumped off her chair and ran over, standing at attention. She felt butterflies in her stomach; she was always nervous around the spectacle-wearing snake. She felt especially nervous as his gaze ran up and down her, unabashedly staring at her pleasant form.
He asked a few questions, and she answered readily. Perhaps it would be alright! He seemed satisfied, and she thought she’d done a good job. She didn’t even notice is scaled tail creeping round behind her, until it wrapped round her luscious body and lifted her into the air with an “Eep!”
“That does it for the verbal portion of your employee evaluation,” he hissed. “Leaving the last bit, the physical exam. . .”
She opened her bucktoothed jaws to reply, but all that came out was a “Whhnn!” as the coils squeezed her tight!
“The pressure of working in a kitchen can wear on you. . .” he continued. It was certainly true in her case, as with each exhale, the coils tightened, further, making each inhale ever more shallow. Soon her heartbeat sounded like a drum in her ears, she could barely breathe, and her fur and chef’s outfit were soaked in seat.
The snake smiled as he squeezed the doe’s plump meaty body in his coils. Evidently he was satisfied with the physical examination, as when he loosened his coils, he pulled off her chef’s outfit, leaving the mouse clad in nothing but fur.
Exhausted, lying on her back, she could do nothing but whimper as she saw those gaping snake jaws come down for her. Her body was kneaded as hit slid down the snake’s throat, her adorable little mousey feet given a lick before the last of her was swallowed.
“Hope you don’t mind but I’ve decided to make this a prolonged employee evaluation,” he concluded. As she went in and out of consciousness, the snake’s muscles kneading her body and digesting her, she could hear him interviewing a new applicant for the position of chef.
She jumped off her chair and ran over, standing at attention. She felt butterflies in her stomach; she was always nervous around the spectacle-wearing snake. She felt especially nervous as his gaze ran up and down her, unabashedly staring at her pleasant form.
He asked a few questions, and she answered readily. Perhaps it would be alright! He seemed satisfied, and she thought she’d done a good job. She didn’t even notice is scaled tail creeping round behind her, until it wrapped round her luscious body and lifted her into the air with an “Eep!”
“That does it for the verbal portion of your employee evaluation,” he hissed. “Leaving the last bit, the physical exam. . .”
She opened her bucktoothed jaws to reply, but all that came out was a “Whhnn!” as the coils squeezed her tight!
“The pressure of working in a kitchen can wear on you. . .” he continued. It was certainly true in her case, as with each exhale, the coils tightened, further, making each inhale ever more shallow. Soon her heartbeat sounded like a drum in her ears, she could barely breathe, and her fur and chef’s outfit were soaked in seat.
The snake smiled as he squeezed the doe’s plump meaty body in his coils. Evidently he was satisfied with the physical examination, as when he loosened his coils, he pulled off her chef’s outfit, leaving the mouse clad in nothing but fur.
Exhausted, lying on her back, she could do nothing but whimper as she saw those gaping snake jaws come down for her. Her body was kneaded as hit slid down the snake’s throat, her adorable little mousey feet given a lick before the last of her was swallowed.
“Hope you don’t mind but I’ve decided to make this a prolonged employee evaluation,” he concluded. As she went in and out of consciousness, the snake’s muscles kneading her body and digesting her, she could hear him interviewing a new applicant for the position of chef.
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