Her name was Natalie, but her friends called her Tilly; in fact, she would insist they called her Tilly, as she was adamant, she was a Tilly, not a Nat, as the latter sounded too close to nit for her liking. Not like this quirky little opinion meant anything, as in the end, she went from a woman to a wiggling lump of lady-shaped lunch meat in the space of the few guzzling gulps necessary to neatly thread her headfirst into the ravenous gullet of some gluttonous grub.  The element of surprise was enough to allow the insatiable invertebrate to subdue its flummoxed feminine food before she could even really fight back, as in a matter of moments she was little more than a sensually shaped swelling slowly oozing down the worm’s tubular length.

Brunette head to curling toes bolted down with a string of gelatinous gulps, as Tilly’s skimpy summer wear did little to stop her enviably ample frame from snuggly slotting into the encapsulating embrace of a nightcrawler's claustrophobic stomach. The stale sack of churning muscle stretching just enough to form a skin-tight seal upon Tilly’s curvaceous flesh, as the devoured damsel found herself caught in the claggy caress of a caustic capsule. Her head still spinning from the disorientating lurch of her being swiftly slurped off her feet, as she found herself stewing in a drenched darkness, that rippled over her in a steady rhythm of smothering constrictions from the second she had slid into the marinating moistness.

The buxom bulge naturally began to push back against her tart tomb, but this frantic fidgeting did little to push back the sweltering blackness smothering her.  The natural grain of the voluptuous beauty's succulent skin making Tilly’s transition down the oesophagus all the smoother,  as her chubby curves squished into place as though the bubbly babe’s suddenly streamlined physique were but a mewling marshmallow. Buttery breasts and peachy buttocks compressing neatly flush, as the whimpering woman was forcefully funnelled into the throbbing threshold of the voracious annelid’s tight throat with a startling efficiency. Before she could even really react, Tilly had been reduced to a titillating hourglass straining the rubbery bulk of a large leech, and now that she was safely stowed as just another anonymous prey item, it would retreat back to its dank den to digest its meaty meal in peace.

The speed in which it had ingested her impressive, as the worm’s boneless body smoothly slithered over Tilly’s Junoesque contours like a well-oiled sock. This was not the first woman it had wolfed down, even if the primate protein currently twitching within it was now little more than bleating biomass to be broken down into its more easily metabolized base components.  Tilly even now trying to fight against her looming digestion, but firmly sandwiched between two gastric sphincters bookending a muscular membrane, it wouldn’t take long to begin rapidly grinding her down into a mulched mince of digesting chyme of coagulating soft tissues and shattered bones.  

She gave a few more meek kicks, and like that Tilly hastily suffocated with a final writhing spasm, which sputtered into an uncoordinated quiver as she died wriggling in a well-fed worm’s gut.  If she had perhaps been a bit more observant, maybe she wouldn’t have been another genetic dead end, as by the time she even knew she was in danger a hungry mouth had descended over her oblivious head like a damp sheathe. 30-something years of life, just to end up someone else’s lunch, as the food chain asserted itself, and now Tilly’s ultimate purpose in life was to be a slushy soup pumping through another beast’s bowels.  The gurgling gal now just a delightfully delectable dollop of dissolving deadweight, as the worm lethargically slinked back to its burrow, doughy meal in tow.

 The languishing lump of its human helping carried effortlessly, as the distended maggot silently retreated back into the ceiling, seemingly unburdened by the heavy load straining its middle. The worm keen to begin processing its filling passenger into a more liquified sluice, as the engorged vermiform’s simple faculties prioritized the extraction of nutrients from its well-endowed indulgence. The defined bump Tilly made, gradually rounding out into a homogenous mush, before deflating with a simmering gurgle, as the eye-catching simulacrum she made shrank away to nothing.  In a few hours perhaps the worm would regurgitate a greasy bolus of her hair and clothes with a wet splat, capping off her conversion to calories with a grotty hairball, or maybe her revealing blue outfit would naturally pass all the way through with the rest of her unabsorbed remains to be deposited as part of the compacted pile of maggot manure the woman would bake into. Regardless, before long one of its tucked-away treat’s clueless companions would notice Tilly was missing and come looking for her, even if at that point it would be unlikely the vanished woman would even still be solid; not like the worm minded, as it always had room for a second serving of mouth-wateringly marbled meat……

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Another unsuspecting woman finds herself the meal of a hungry worm...

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