Collab Commission For HeckinEatcha

Another finished collab piece between me and Nevolsky!

This is page 1 of a comic for https://x.com/EatchaHeckin

The sense of vertigo was overwhelming dangling above Judy's wide open mouth. The wet sounds of her tongue eagerly twitching to accept you, the smells of her apartment, plastic and clean fabric, Her fur sweet and musky... all overwhelmed with the sickeningly foul aroma of unwashed canine breath. You can't help but gag at the scent, but can you blame her? After all, who brushes their teeth before breakfast?

As you drop down into the hot wet fleshy confines of her gullet you're surprised by how well you can see, feel and hear everything. A surround sound of slimy wet gurgles and billowing dog breath mixed with the loud bass thump of her heartbeat drowning out all of the outside world. The trip down her esophagus was tight and overwhelmingly slimy with thick globs of mucus coating your entire delicate frame. And as the descent slows and the sphincter to her stomach dilates open you realize that you aren't going to experience these disgusting final moments alone.

The smells and greasy slimes of hot vomit are too much to bear but it's all around you, sour and chunky like spoiled milk or rancid yogurt but with a pervasive sting that slowly turns in to a mild burn over a period of a nightmarish hour. The stomach is in constant motion and all you can do is lie back in the putrid swamp of her stomach feeling your skin, eyes and nose begin to blister and sting as you're slowly melting into the very slop you're being churned up with. All while you can hear her muffled words of satisfaction reverberate through thick layers of mucus and flesh. Your life and that of the other mice are just a start to her day.

And despite the hellish experience you can't help but be met with so many conflicting emotions.... Perhaps its the lack of clean air slowly going stale, but the fear, nausea and extreme disgust make way for a strange wave of surrender... acceptance even, and perhaps even a perverse arousal at the disgusting intimacy of being digested alive. You're a mouse, you may not like it, but you belong here.