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Deep in the Beast
🕑 Added 2016-08-30 19:43:15 +0000 UTC This place is dark. The radiating warmth is overwhelming. What little air persists, is a thick, suffocating fetor of stale, digestive fumes.The quivering, writhing walls of flesh around her, emanate a cacophony of lewd squishing and squelching. Through their pulsating mass, she can hear deep groans, muffled gurgles and distant, muted sloshing and churning. The moist, slippery flesh slowly contracts and expands around her, rhythmically tightening and kneading her helpless body, pulling her ever deeper, further down inside...
Amidst the hushed discord of sloppy gastric activity, she can make out a slow, dull thudding, unmistakeably that of a heartbeat.
She doesn't know what has eaten her. Out of nowhere, a crushing force clamped down on her whole body. A short-lived, frantic attempt to defend herself in a blind panic ensued, followed by a painful constriction, being strained down this creature's firm, meaty throat in a struggling, sobbing mess.
Her skin tingles. She's exhausted. She can't think anymore. How long has she already been down here? This pungent slime coating her and everything else is probably busy digesting her. Through her fading consciousness, she still realises her eventual fate. Her body's been reduced to nothing more than a weighty hunk of meat. Plentiful nutrition and sustenance for this thing, this flesh that is to become her living, breathing tomb.
There's nothing she can do. Nothing's going to save her from this. She can't worm her way out either. Any remaining energy spent on squirming only helps her body sink further down.
The persistent erotic massage that bears down on her supple flesh, and the bubbling mix of wet gurgling, churning and grumbling, lulls her into an unnerving, uneasy calm. The warm, slippery walls coax a resignation from the stubborn instinct to survive, and to instead give in. To surrender herself and experience each moment simply as it comes, until she finally melts away into nothing more than a nutritious cream.
Her racing mind is slowing to a tranquil idle. Frantic, desperate hope for rescue now blurs away into a pitiful, hopeless trance. Her living grave continually salivates at her presence. Her world has shrunken down to only this place, and it hungers for her.
All she can do is relax...maybe this isn't so bad...
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I realised some time ago, that I forgot to upload one of my older pics to Eka's Portal when I initially joined in 2009! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Namely this one: http://maximignon.deviantart.com/art/On-The-Inside-130179585
This is a spiritual successor to that relic of a bygone era. I'm quite pleased to see the improvement made over the last seven years (๑꒪▿꒪)* But as always, there's still lots more work to be done!
Additionally, this pic didn't take very long to finish either, much like some of my recent work :D There weren't that many complicated elements to add to it, which saves on time (like detailed backgrounds, multiple characters, character clothing and the like).
I'm hoping with continued practice, I'll further streamline my technique to produce decent content within a reasonable time-frame much more readily, both for streams, commissions and everything else <3
Let me know what you think! Comments are yummy in my tummy (っ˘ڡ˘ς)
