Initially, Isabelle had been hesitant to take a vacation, but the moment the tepid touch of tropical waters hit her golden fur she understood the mayor’s insistence for her to take a much-needed holiday. The smiling secretary letting out a cooing sigh as she sank into the sapphire sea as she began to tenderly paddle through the crystalline shallows enjoying the warmth of the summer sun lapping upon her back. The reassuring heat in tandem with the rhythmic wake of gentle waves that did wonders in lulling the stress from her with a pattering drizzle of soft sun-kissed smooches.

The calm kisses like a relaxing lullaby to the hardworking dog’s exhausted body, as she cruised through the glistening azure listening to the seabirds singing. Isabelle’s clothing a little skimpier than her normal office attire, but the in the water the snug Bikini allowed her to cruise through the lethargic liquid like a knife through butter. The summer sun allowing the bog to flaunt her beach-ready body, as the exposed skin allowed the cool caress of the global pool to ward off the heat of the equatorial sun. Everything seemingly perfect as she did a meandering lap of the beach, pausing periodically to inspect a small fish or other items of interest that aroused her curiosity. The pretty shells peppering the sand with vibrant colours drawing her eye as she saw her shadow gliding over the pale substrate that was marbled by strands of refracted light permeating the depths creating worming threads that danced along the seafloor like luminous larva.

The whole scene like a postcard, a snapshot of perfection as Isabelle just breathed in the ocean’s heavenly hug as she felt months of tension slacken off as the assistant finally unwound. The wind picking up slightly allowing the rustling of palm leaves to be heard over the gentle white noise of white-crested waves, as the picturesque environment grew ever more blissful. Each stroke cutting through the water with a soft ripple, as Isabelle bobbed along the beach following the flow as it upwelled off the nearby reef. The coral breakwater drawing her attention, as the curiosity got the better of the inquisitive hound and she neared to see what flamboyant fish dwelt amongst the prismatic polyps.

Isabelle enjoying the trickling trek, each motion causing her soggy fur to billow against her body like wafting seaweed as the current collided with her supple form. A slight upwelling caressing her undercarriage as the thin fabric cladding her curves allowed unfettered access to Isabelle’s exposed midriff as she moved through the marine expanse. Open water sitting before of her, a thick blue that seemed to serve as an endless mysterious expanse with only the reef to act as a bulwark separating the safe shallows from the seemingly limitless wilds that sat beyond its secure shores.

Everything the idyllic ideal as Isabelle watched Tang's twirl and butterflyfish flutter over the technicolour patchwork that was the rainbow of corals beneath her. The dog’s eyes following their flittering paths as the darted about in seemingly random patterns before with a sudden WHAM! The pretty picture was shattered by a sudden splash. The next thing Isabelle knew her entire world was instantly swallowed by shadows as the swift strike resonated through her body as she was practically inhaled by her aggressive assailant. The thuggish charge knocking the wind from her lungs as the momentum of the brutish breaching lifting her upwards as her attacker causing the bells binding her hair to jiggle frantically in a distressed metronome as she tumbled forward into a cold and dim embrace of the beasts gaping gullet.

The blow taking Isabelle completely off guard as something seemed to erupt from below and envelop her like a claggy cloak. The force of the attack knocking the bewildered bitch out of her clothes as the accentuating articles were torn from her body in a bubbly gust. The synthetic coverings twirled away like separated scales as they were cast off into the turbulent water surrounding the lunging leviathan that had decided to chug down the clerk. The lace of clothing meaning she could fully feel the slimy snare that had slipped over her, as it seemed to leach here heat from her hide with ifs frigid fondling as the entombing embrace gave a powerful peristaltic pulse that enveloped her in a single swallow. The disorientated dog unable to do anything in the manic window as her toes gave a futile fidget and she just disappeared into whatever deep-sea deviant had decided to devour her.

The woman taking the short slide down a stubby but tight pipe as she was briskly bundled in a soggy sack that expanded just sufficiently to accommodate her bunched up body. The word claustrophobic was an understatement as Isabelle felt her body bend into a scrunched up fetal ball in the murky blackness as the only stimuli being the tactile barrage of the groping gut and the stale stench of stomach acid pervading her crinkled button nose. The rolling tummy tidal wave cascading caustic broth over her as she quivered in confusion as her body tried to process the overload of stimuli that was the tart tightness of the sealed stomach sack around her. the atmosphere thin, a single glugging gasp as Isabelle already felt lightheaded as the giddiness of oxygen deprivation began to root in her adrenalin rushed brain.

Her instincts telling her to resist, the heavy hormones in her blood yearning her to fight, but in the fettering fold of the gastric chamber, she could barely twitch let alone thrash as the compressing confines forced the dog to move as a single mass within the oppressive venue. The open ocean now long gone as in the blink of an eye Isabelle’s entire world became a narrow space barely sufficient for her crushingly contorted feminine volume. Her breasts pressing to her ribs as her knees were forced to her sternum as the rolling motion of the stomach stowed the dog in the most economical position possible until its efficient enzymes could make Isabelle into a more agreeable form for its winding bowels. The dog whimpering as the horror of the situation caused her heart to thunder against her breast, as the meek mammal rapidly began to hyperventilate in the tight body sock she had been suddenly slotted into. The mesh-like a morph suit, leaving her little doubt the simulacrum of her shape sat swaying in this beast bloated belly as it swam off with its meaty morsel in tow.

The weird wubs of her predator's two-chambered heart offering an alien contrast to Isabelle’s quadruple pump that felt set to explode from the stress of the slurping situation. Isabelle feeling the nips of acid upon her eyes as her tears began to flow adding another spice to the saltwater and stomach juices, she was wallowing in. Her hand finding the stomach wall, the crinkled surface offering elastic resistance, giving her a false hope as she pressed against it only for it to tighten and fold the hapless hand flush with Isabelle’s heaving chest. The stomach demanding capitulation and compliance from the helpless woman, as it just squeezed and kneaded as it seemed eager to mangle the tucked up typist to pop under the pressure so it could more effectively lyse the lipids contained beneath her supple skin. The eye-catching flower of the townhall’s front desk wilting in the dire conditions as Isabelle felt her eyelids growing heavy as consciousness faded with a buzzing euphoria as the carbon dioxide from her own panicked breaths asphyxiated her overworked body.
Isabelle naked and afraid as she could feel a relentless itch springing between her legs as the bubbling broth, she was basted in seeped into the tender tissues of her nethers. Digestion gearing up in earnest as the petite prize within the stomach’s resistance began to wane leaving Isabelle to worm weakly as aching acids were lathered into her matted fur chaffing the PA’s peachy epidermis until it felt raw. She was going to die, that primal fear hitting her like a wall as her fate now lay as a simmering stew that would gently be siphoned off in the coming days as she basted into a protein-rich soup. The terror of the situation stoking the dog’s overworked systems, but in the end, it just meant she burned through her limited air faster. Isabelle screaming as her head was forced to her bust causing her to motorboat the meaty mammaries with her startled shrieks.

It all came to an end a few seconds later as she slipped into a convulsion and her death spasms shuddered against the stomach lining as Isabelle expired in the sweltering abyss of some guppy’s gut. The last few twitches trickling out before the large lump Isabelle had been reduced to went still as her uptight body slacked off as she drowned in the digestive deluge she had been cast into. The whole process from the initial attack to the last motions of a dying brain taking just over a minute as Isabelle departed leaving her nutritious form in the care of a rather stuffed goosefish that would spend the better part of a week processing the strange fish that had swum a bit too close to its cavernous maw…………



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O' dear, it looks like the swimming DLC did not end well for poor Isabelle. It is a good thing the reliable secretary is so compliant though, so I am sure she will simmer to sluice smoothly.

This commission done by the ever talented  plaguetyranno so I could give her a break from the cursed pony legs she so loathes XD

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