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The Rabbit gazed into the snake's yawning maw. His heart raced with anticipation, watching saliva drip down from the ceiling of her jaw; they glistened under the dimmed light like strings of fine silk.
Most prey animals like him would have been frozen in fear, but he was different. He thrived on such experiences. Often, he fantasized about being swallowed whole and alive. They say the stomach is the most hazardous place; to him, it was an organ where the biggest of hugs are delivered.
“Hey Roony, dear… you with me?” He snapped out of his trance-like state, having been hypnotised by the waving motion of her throat.
“Yeah! Syrene, you have such a beautiful maw…” he said, his face flustered.
“Thank you! Relax honey, we won't want you getting hurt now…” the snake cooed, slowly gliding her jaw forward towards his legs. Her movements were smooth and elegant.
He shivered, curling his toes as her mouth scooped up his feet and swallowed. The warm wetness, the gentle kneading. He had gone down similar passages from multiple preds, but never had he felt one quite like hers.
He let out a deep sigh, slumping backward on the massage bed, his head resting on her hip. If her maw and throat were this amazing, he couldn't imagine how her stomach would feel.
“My…. Someone's really enjoying himself…” The snake teased, her tongue flickering at his belly. Her jaw unhinged further. They skillfully worked his rump inwards, their movements independent but in tandem.
Roony gasped as he felt himself lifted into the air. The snake had tilted her head upward. He sank another inch. His body twisted around as her throat relaxed. Curious, the rabbit peered over her lower jaw; he discovered the small imprint he had created on her throat. Maybe if he could…
He shifted his leg; the imprint bulged outward. His action was met with a soft moan that escaped Syrene's throat.
“Oh my!” The rabbit exclaimed in glee. A cocktail of euphoria and adrenaline flowed through him. He rotated his body back. The snake smiled and let out a soft giggle then widened her maw.
The moment he saw Syrene's throat open up, he slid his arms in. His fingers wiggled and wormed forward, attempting to get his hands beside his hips.
The serpent let out a moan with each swallow. Her throat reverberated around him. It was like she was hinting to him that she enjoyed his flavour.
Roony noted the amount of care she had provided whenever she swallowed. His ex, a rock python, was a little rougher with him. His former girlfriend would bend her neck into an S shape when working him down. It was somewhat painful but he understood that that was how snakes instinctively eat their prey. Syrene, however, was different; it seemed that her S-shaped movement was far less pronounced. Choosing to opt for gentle muscular contractions, gravity and her excessive saliva to take him into her warmth.
He took in the diminishing view through Syrene's maw like an open window. Silently bidding the outside world farewell as he slipped to the back. Her jaw closed; he was fully enveloped. She gulped, and he was gone.
He closed his eyes, feeling the muscles tug him downward. Her heartbeat and breathing got louder then faded away. For that brief moment, he slid past a throbbing bulge; he knew he was close to her heart, much like how he once was with his ex. He almost couldn't resist nuzzling against the spot, a residue of an old habit.
“Mmmm… you tasted amazing Roony." The snake hummed from outside. He slowly entered her tight stomach. The wall was softer than her throat. The small sphincter easily stretched around him, only sealing back once his head passed through.
“Alright, relax honey, we will start the massage now… it's a 3 hour service, so I will let you out once we are done… If you feel discomfort or feel you are in danger, remember to break the vial provided.” Syrene instructed.
“Yes ma'am, did anyone tell you, your stomach is gorgeous? I can tell you have been treating your belly really well!” Roony complimented as he caressed the wall, working his fingers into the folds of her stomach.
“Mrrrr… yes dear, many… urp ...bruuurRRPP” The wall collapsed around him, his entire body smothered by her flesh when the pocket of air escaped from her stomach. “Excuse me.”
The wall started its work on him. It kneaded gently against his shoulders and thighs, while the folds wrapped around his arms and legs and squeezed, promoting his blood flow. Every once in a while the snake would drink a special fluid; it would be slathered onto his body acting as both massage oil and antacid.
Roony sighed as he shifted around. How he wished he could stay here longer. Then he recalled a trick back when he was with his former rock python girlfriend.
He searched for a very specific spot and worked his finger into the fold. Then he would exert just the right force and-
“OH! OOooooh!” Syrene exclaimed, her entire body froze, the stomach relaxed, “what was that!?”
Roony felt himself being prodded by the snake's snout from the outside. He let out a soft giggle, somewhat proud of himself for remembering the sweet spot of a snake.
“Just something I picked up.” He giggled as he did it again; he felt the wall quiver further before more air escaped.
“Pl…please don't do that when I'm working…”
Syrene said, swallowing more air, topping up his oxygen.
“Di…did I hurt you?”
“No… but patrons are advised not to perform such action while we are providing services, this is for your own safety…” she explained while resuming her massage.
“Oh… sorry, I just want to give you something back for being such an amazing snake…”
“No worries dear. Anyway, it's time for the Thai section… I want you to relax your body.” The chamber inside straightened out, the flesh held onto him firmly but also gently.
She began to flex and contort, her body flexing with him still in her. During the process he was certain his bones would break but instead, all he heard was a couple of loud satisfying pops, crunches and cracks. He felt his joints loosen and his tensed muscles relax.
“Oooh wow! Holy shit!” He exclaimed as the wall straightened back and his surroundings reinflated. He had never felt so relaxed after being frightened like that.
“Yup! My way of ‘digesting’ your fatigue and tension away.” The snake giggled playfully. He felt her head resting on him, the only thing separating them was her fat, muscle and flesh.
“So… what do you actually eat?” the rabbit asked, as the snake massaged his belly through her own.
“Mmm… If I'm honest… I say rabbits, deer, or anything that I find filling…” she said, circling her snout against her stomach bulge. “But don't worry I'll never eat my client during work time.”
“Would you eat me outside of work time?” he asked, gently caressing the bulge pressing down on his abdomen.
“Hmm maybe, but you are far too sweet, dear.”
“I want to be part of your fantastic body at least…” he pouted and said softly to himself, “plus I'm chipped…”
“Are you sure you want to waste one chip to be my fat temporarily?” The snake laughed; he was surprised she could hear him.
“Y…yeah!” He said, his face redder than the stomach wall that surrounded him. “Think of it as the biggest tip I could offer!”
“Such a silly bunny.”
“How did you learn to be so good with your stomach?”
“Hmmm… Yoga training, abdominal workout, gastro-intestinal training… and other stuff like that.” The snake laughed, “I love to eat, so I say why not get paid by doing so?”
“That's fair…” He relaxed, rolling onto his side and curling into a ball. The wall was still kneading at his back and neck. His eyes grew heavier; he let them rest.
Her voice, her breathing, her intestinal gurgles, they were all so soothing. More fluid caked him; he wiped the saliva/oil cocktail off his nose as his mind drifted. The sensation of being in a snake was somewhat nostalgic for him. He missed his girlfriend…
“I have given hundreds of customers massages but none has rubbed my belly the way you did… where did you learn to give a snake a massage like that?” She asked back. “Someone like you possibly shouldn't have known our sweet spot…”
“Hmm I don't really want to talk about it, but… I once had someone close who taught it to me.”
“She must have been quite the serpent.”
“She is…”
“You sound like you miss her a lot.”
“I do.”
There was silence for a while, minus the gentle ambience of her body. He rode the wave of her peristalsis.
“Mmm….” The anaconda hummed softly, “Tell you what, for your kind words and action as well as being such a cute sweet rabbit… why not let me upgrade you to the full package?”
“Full package you don't mean…” he blushed; he felt another contraction, squeezing lightly on his head.
“Yes, 24 hour full package reserved for only the VIPs” she let out a playful hiss, “I like you, but you can't tell anyone about this…”
The rabbit squealed in delight, snuggling into the stomach lining. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
“Does that mean I can…”
“Yes… it will be outside work hours then…”
The rabbit celebrated silently. He had heard about the fabled full package… but due to its secretive nature, he only knew the name, not its service.
Most prey animals like him would have been frozen in fear, but he was different. He thrived on such experiences. Often, he fantasized about being swallowed whole and alive. They say the stomach is the most hazardous place; to him, it was an organ where the biggest of hugs are delivered.
“Hey Roony, dear… you with me?” He snapped out of his trance-like state, having been hypnotised by the waving motion of her throat.
“Yeah! Syrene, you have such a beautiful maw…” he said, his face flustered.
“Thank you! Relax honey, we won't want you getting hurt now…” the snake cooed, slowly gliding her jaw forward towards his legs. Her movements were smooth and elegant.
He shivered, curling his toes as her mouth scooped up his feet and swallowed. The warm wetness, the gentle kneading. He had gone down similar passages from multiple preds, but never had he felt one quite like hers.
He let out a deep sigh, slumping backward on the massage bed, his head resting on her hip. If her maw and throat were this amazing, he couldn't imagine how her stomach would feel.
“My…. Someone's really enjoying himself…” The snake teased, her tongue flickering at his belly. Her jaw unhinged further. They skillfully worked his rump inwards, their movements independent but in tandem.
Roony gasped as he felt himself lifted into the air. The snake had tilted her head upward. He sank another inch. His body twisted around as her throat relaxed. Curious, the rabbit peered over her lower jaw; he discovered the small imprint he had created on her throat. Maybe if he could…
He shifted his leg; the imprint bulged outward. His action was met with a soft moan that escaped Syrene's throat.
“Oh my!” The rabbit exclaimed in glee. A cocktail of euphoria and adrenaline flowed through him. He rotated his body back. The snake smiled and let out a soft giggle then widened her maw.
The moment he saw Syrene's throat open up, he slid his arms in. His fingers wiggled and wormed forward, attempting to get his hands beside his hips.
The serpent let out a moan with each swallow. Her throat reverberated around him. It was like she was hinting to him that she enjoyed his flavour.
Roony noted the amount of care she had provided whenever she swallowed. His ex, a rock python, was a little rougher with him. His former girlfriend would bend her neck into an S shape when working him down. It was somewhat painful but he understood that that was how snakes instinctively eat their prey. Syrene, however, was different; it seemed that her S-shaped movement was far less pronounced. Choosing to opt for gentle muscular contractions, gravity and her excessive saliva to take him into her warmth.
He took in the diminishing view through Syrene's maw like an open window. Silently bidding the outside world farewell as he slipped to the back. Her jaw closed; he was fully enveloped. She gulped, and he was gone.
He closed his eyes, feeling the muscles tug him downward. Her heartbeat and breathing got louder then faded away. For that brief moment, he slid past a throbbing bulge; he knew he was close to her heart, much like how he once was with his ex. He almost couldn't resist nuzzling against the spot, a residue of an old habit.
“Mmmm… you tasted amazing Roony." The snake hummed from outside. He slowly entered her tight stomach. The wall was softer than her throat. The small sphincter easily stretched around him, only sealing back once his head passed through.
“Alright, relax honey, we will start the massage now… it's a 3 hour service, so I will let you out once we are done… If you feel discomfort or feel you are in danger, remember to break the vial provided.” Syrene instructed.
“Yes ma'am, did anyone tell you, your stomach is gorgeous? I can tell you have been treating your belly really well!” Roony complimented as he caressed the wall, working his fingers into the folds of her stomach.
“Mrrrr… yes dear, many… urp ...bruuurRRPP” The wall collapsed around him, his entire body smothered by her flesh when the pocket of air escaped from her stomach. “Excuse me.”
The wall started its work on him. It kneaded gently against his shoulders and thighs, while the folds wrapped around his arms and legs and squeezed, promoting his blood flow. Every once in a while the snake would drink a special fluid; it would be slathered onto his body acting as both massage oil and antacid.
Roony sighed as he shifted around. How he wished he could stay here longer. Then he recalled a trick back when he was with his former rock python girlfriend.
He searched for a very specific spot and worked his finger into the fold. Then he would exert just the right force and-
“OH! OOooooh!” Syrene exclaimed, her entire body froze, the stomach relaxed, “what was that!?”
Roony felt himself being prodded by the snake's snout from the outside. He let out a soft giggle, somewhat proud of himself for remembering the sweet spot of a snake.
“Just something I picked up.” He giggled as he did it again; he felt the wall quiver further before more air escaped.
“Pl…please don't do that when I'm working…”
Syrene said, swallowing more air, topping up his oxygen.
“Di…did I hurt you?”
“No… but patrons are advised not to perform such action while we are providing services, this is for your own safety…” she explained while resuming her massage.
“Oh… sorry, I just want to give you something back for being such an amazing snake…”
“No worries dear. Anyway, it's time for the Thai section… I want you to relax your body.” The chamber inside straightened out, the flesh held onto him firmly but also gently.
She began to flex and contort, her body flexing with him still in her. During the process he was certain his bones would break but instead, all he heard was a couple of loud satisfying pops, crunches and cracks. He felt his joints loosen and his tensed muscles relax.
“Oooh wow! Holy shit!” He exclaimed as the wall straightened back and his surroundings reinflated. He had never felt so relaxed after being frightened like that.
“Yup! My way of ‘digesting’ your fatigue and tension away.” The snake giggled playfully. He felt her head resting on him, the only thing separating them was her fat, muscle and flesh.
“So… what do you actually eat?” the rabbit asked, as the snake massaged his belly through her own.
“Mmm… If I'm honest… I say rabbits, deer, or anything that I find filling…” she said, circling her snout against her stomach bulge. “But don't worry I'll never eat my client during work time.”
“Would you eat me outside of work time?” he asked, gently caressing the bulge pressing down on his abdomen.
“Hmm maybe, but you are far too sweet, dear.”
“I want to be part of your fantastic body at least…” he pouted and said softly to himself, “plus I'm chipped…”
“Are you sure you want to waste one chip to be my fat temporarily?” The snake laughed; he was surprised she could hear him.
“Y…yeah!” He said, his face redder than the stomach wall that surrounded him. “Think of it as the biggest tip I could offer!”
“Such a silly bunny.”
“How did you learn to be so good with your stomach?”
“Hmmm… Yoga training, abdominal workout, gastro-intestinal training… and other stuff like that.” The snake laughed, “I love to eat, so I say why not get paid by doing so?”
“That's fair…” He relaxed, rolling onto his side and curling into a ball. The wall was still kneading at his back and neck. His eyes grew heavier; he let them rest.
Her voice, her breathing, her intestinal gurgles, they were all so soothing. More fluid caked him; he wiped the saliva/oil cocktail off his nose as his mind drifted. The sensation of being in a snake was somewhat nostalgic for him. He missed his girlfriend…
“I have given hundreds of customers massages but none has rubbed my belly the way you did… where did you learn to give a snake a massage like that?” She asked back. “Someone like you possibly shouldn't have known our sweet spot…”
“Hmm I don't really want to talk about it, but… I once had someone close who taught it to me.”
“She must have been quite the serpent.”
“She is…”
“You sound like you miss her a lot.”
“I do.”
There was silence for a while, minus the gentle ambience of her body. He rode the wave of her peristalsis.
“Mmm….” The anaconda hummed softly, “Tell you what, for your kind words and action as well as being such a cute sweet rabbit… why not let me upgrade you to the full package?”
“Full package you don't mean…” he blushed; he felt another contraction, squeezing lightly on his head.
“Yes, 24 hour full package reserved for only the VIPs” she let out a playful hiss, “I like you, but you can't tell anyone about this…”
The rabbit squealed in delight, snuggling into the stomach lining. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
“Does that mean I can…”
“Yes… it will be outside work hours then…”
The rabbit celebrated silently. He had heard about the fabled full package… but due to its secretive nature, he only knew the name, not its service.
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