Her Hors D'oeuvre

A story for the image by the same name: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53832301/

Commissioned by justanotherken, the human changed to Red with his approval

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His heels skid along the smooth curved surface of the giant bowl, his back pressed at its curvature behind and below him, served and ready for the gigantic snake that was now slithering into it with him. Her bulky body flowed, slowly and heavily, up over the lip of the thick glass and down toward him, filling it like soft-serve ice cream. Her head kept level, trained on him, her large golden eyes boring into his with palpable predatory intent, sending his instincts burning with a flight instinct. The serpentess must have been over a hundred feet long, most of her body nearly two feet thick - he could not estimate better, as he did not dare look away from her blazing, staring eyes.

The giant serpentess' face hovered ominously closer and hanged in front of him, her long black tongue fluttering toward his face, not reaching him by inches, though he felt the air it moved on his face. His eyes were frozen, locked on hers, his mind was racing, trying to get him to move, but he did not know what he could do now and shook in place. In the corners of his vision, the thick smooth coils glided along the glass, toward him, driving him to whimper as he realized he's being surrounded.

He felt the smooth scales of her body press at him from left and right, at his arms, pushing them softly against his sides - and in the same heartbeat, before he could flinch or squirm, Inkanyamba hissed, loudly and coldly, staring at him unblinkingly. A cold shiver ran through his body as his already racing heart went into overdrive, but he did not dare to move as the air was filled with the prolonged hissing - even as her coils crowded him. They leaned against him, against his sides, squeezing his shoulders in without even wrapping around him, simply with their weight. He still couldn't bring himself to move, his body shivering, frozen by the predatory hiss filling the air, even as the bulky coils slid onto his front too, on his legs and on his chest, weighing him down, flattening him against the glass below. As her hiss stopped, so did the coils, the huge snake now looming directly above her prey, looking straight down into his wide-open eyes. The silence did not bring relief, nor prompt Red to struggle and escape - the coils now crowding his chest preventing him from breathing rapidly with their resting mass alone, causing him to struggle to even wheeze.

Pensively, the giant snake mouthed to him, her large voice feeling like it enveloped him just as her coils had: "This is not much of an offering... I will have to find whoever saw this to be fitting - to add to it. But I s-s-suppose I could go... for an appetizer~"

The thick coils moved against Red to languidly wrap around him, squeezing his shoulders inward again and weighing heavily on his torso - finally prompting him to squirm, to resist. But the smooth bulk of Inkanyamba's body did not provide his arms with any space to move, nor even paused as he pushed and kneed at the coils, simply moving on as if he did not move at all, curling around his lower legs to bind them together, wrapping securely around his thighs and binding them with an authoritative squeeze.

Inkanyamba's lips suddenly got into his face, smiling as he jerked back and pressed his back into the thick of her tail behind his head, prompting it to wrap snugly around his neck, filling the entire space between his collarbone and his jaw in a single snug loop. It held his head steady, making him stare into her lips: "How do you feel about tight spaces, Red?"

Slowly, the loops compressed, came together around him, trapping his arms securely against his body, squeezing his legs together, growing shapely as they suspended him in their embrace, enveloping him in the constrictor's grasp from his feet to his neck. Inhales became laborious, and the powerful coils squeezed firmly and heavily around his torso on every exhale, making breathing out easy and drawing breath harder and harder.

She leaned in even closer, her warm odorless breath washing over his gasping face, and hissed quietly, almost intimately, as a sinister smile colored her words:"How long... do you think..." - another bout of her full-body compress caught him on an exhale, driving more oxygen out of him - "...you can hold your breath?"

His eyes fixated on her face, his mouth opening and closing, his lips trying to mouth a helpless 'please', as the gigantic anaconda denied him something as simple, as vital, as breathing. She only stared back, taking in every feeble twitch, every gasp of his reddening face. The thick bands of serpentine flesh squeezed him to the point of rendering him completely unable to inhale - but they hardly keep still. They flowed in smooth, slow, deliberate increments, as if taunting his inability to breathe, contrasting his growing breathless panic with their calm and sluggish movements. The coil on his neck inched up, lifting his head upward as it choked him, while the one on his chest slipped an inch down - and then they came back together, pinching his shirt between them, as they kept his chest compressed. The same repeated around his abdomen, trapping the bottom of his shirt as well. The thick loop squeezing around his hips slipped down, pulling his briefs down - to pinch them against the coil grabbing around his knees. They corkscrewed around him then, flowing all around his body in a spiral, stretching his clothes to their limits - and then past them, a series of muffled ripping noises heard underneath the smooth hiss of scales gilding over scales.

His instinctive squirming and resistance as the softly crushing coils manipulated his body went completely unacknowledged, the giant serpentess simply staring into his eyes as she loomed over him, taking in his helplessly gasping face, trying for air that would not come.

His pulse drummed in his ears, in his head, as his body was responding to the suffocation of the huge predator, trying to make him fight, to flee, to find a way to breathe again. The giant constrictor in front of his face was implacable, the only emotion was the visible excitement and hunger in her dilating pupils. That is, until she smiled, and a powerful amount of pressure compressed his neck, immediately silencing the heartbeat in his ears, shutting off the bloodflow to his brain, quickly causing his body to try to buck and thrash among the coils, which now felt like they each weighed a ton. His eyes unfocused and his vision blurred at this vicious strangulation, the coil thicker than his thigh applying all the strength it had to choking him. Trapped and helpless, his mind panicked in perfect silence - as Inkanyamba mouthed into his face, "Alas, I cannot remove your clothes without relaxing my coils, so..."

The crushing cocoon softened, letting Red drag in a wheezing breath, and then another. He squirmed as the huge coils moved around him still, widening and slipping up and down, gliding loosely over his body, rotating - letting his destroyed clothes fall out of them, and be lost under him. With a slow, leathery creak, the coils came together again, restrained his adrenaline-fueled squirming, squeezed him from his feet to his neck again, the thick of the tail resting atop his head wrapping around his brow and making him face the basilisk. Inkanyamba titled her chin up, until the pale scales of her broad lips were in front of his face, and hissed softly, "There, right back to where you're meant to be, morsel." - she inched closer, making him look forward right into her lips, into her salivating maw -  "S-s-squeezed, restrained... trapped... now without any coating to get in the way..." - the lips came closer to his face as she switched to whispering - "...of being..." - they pushed at his upper face - "...swallowed alive..."

Red trembled as his predator sadistically spelled out what he knew deep inside she would do, and tried to wheeze out a plea, a bargain, a prayer - and as soon as he opened his mouth, the coil atop his brow slid down to cover his lower face, snugly squeezing from the chin to just under his nose, silencing him. The massive anaconda tilted her face down and stared into his eyes with an eerie smile, "No way out," - before backing up and slipping backward and down into the pile of giant coils in the now barely visible bowl of thick glass.

He looked down toward his feet and could not see any of his body. He could not see when she took his feet into her lips, but as soon as he felt the soft salivating mawflesh under his soles, with her lips sealing securely around his ankles, his survival instinct kicked in, trying to squirm away - rewarded only with a visible flex of her coils, keeping her prey still for consumption. His head fixed in place, his eyes wandered in silent wheezing panic, but he could see nothing except Inkanyamba's coils all around him, her massive body surrounding him in every direction, barely moving - as her maw advanced up his shins and toward his knees, his squirming feet pressed through the salivating squishy interior of the giant snake's maw. He could feel her thick, long, almost-frictionless tongue slide up between his calves and taste the undersides of his knees, making his legs feel weak, accompanied by a smug hissing chuckle, barely heard from under the huge coils.

He could only watch helplessly as her thick neck undulated, her jaws pushing tortuously slowly up over his legs, the coil restraining them widening and rising in his vision, hiding more of her from sight, leaving him to rely on his sense of touch to track the giant predator's advance over him. His mind was reeling from helplessness, his upper body not daring to squirm anymore, having learned the consequences of moving while coiled by the bulky trunks of her body. His legs squirmed meekly in her salivating maw however, kicking weakly - that is, until his feet reached the back of her mouth, and her gullet slipped over them, squeezing them firmly with the first audible swallow, restraining his legs again.

Another sonorous swallow, and more of the oppressive wet softness clamped around his lower legs, then again up around his knees, climbing up his body. His heart hammered and his mind turned hazy - he was really being eaten, whole and alive, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. A deep hum was heard - the massive basilisk was enjoying herself, as his knees shook, now passing into her gullet as well, her drooling jaws reaching up his waist under the huge coils.

The thick coil holding his entire neck loosened and brushed up over his face, and looped behind his head, making him look forward and down. The coil of Inkanyamba's body binding his arms to his sides widened too, and then widened more - but under it, he could not see his chest. He just saw the giant snake's upper lip that rose along with the thick coil and into his face, ropes of thick honey-like saliva stretching between his abdomen and her upper jaw as they rose. He lifted his trembling hands in a meek gesture of defense as the upper jaw loomed over him, before glancing down at his body. He could not see it past his waist - the pink mawflesh collapsing around his lower body like a tight fleshy skirt. A shudder passed through him as the massive anaconda slipped her thick long forked tongue up the middle of his back, over his shoulder, and around his neck. With an wet swallow, his lower body was dragged down and her upper jaw fell onto his chest, his legs and waist squeezed with a wet "GLRRK", pulling on them, dragging him into the giant snake's maw, and pinning his arms down against his torso again, as her lips sealed around his neck.

He gasped then, the slick coils of her tongue and her smooth scaly lips compressing his throat - but as he opened his mouth, the long obsidian-black forked tongue immediately curled around his lower face, covering it, and then again around his upper face, covering his eyes. With a slippery squelch, its loops compressed his face as he squirmed in the salivating mawflesh of her jaws, meekly trying to push them open, while his legs "dangled" in the wet warmth of the bottomless gullet of the basilisk. A deep hum disoriented him, resonating in his lungs and echoing in his head - Inkanyamba enjoying the flavor of his gasping face, her thick tongue slathering his whole head in her warm clear saliva.

A sense of vertigo overtook him as the serpentess rose up, and faced upward, causing him to basically hang in her jaws and gullet by his neck in her lips. A hissing chuckle filled the air, and the corners of the scaly lips upturned as he choked on the predatory "kiss' around his neck. His gasping mouth was only rewarded with the tongue, almost as thick as his own wrist, delving both its tips into his mouth, filling it. The throat around his legs relaxed, just for a moment, making his heart skip a beat as he sunk into her lips, up to his covered eyes. Then, she snaked her neck left and right, as if performing a small serpentine dance, and with a whimper, Red sunk a few inches deeper into it, his head passing fully into the salivating, sweltering heat of Inkanyamba's closed mouth.

In the squelching darkness, her jaws around him moved almost erratically, her coiling tongue slathered and slithered and danced over his face and shoulders, tasting and suckling on him as if on an inverse lollipop, with his "stick" compressed in her muscular gullet. He could not see anything, he could only hear the squelches of saliva around him - and between the mawflesh compressing him and the tongue languidly assaulting his face, could barely sneak in gasps of dense wet air around him. He tossed his head this way and that, trying to escape the smothering curls of her tongue - it would probably be the only part of the gigantic pythoness he *could* resist, if only his arms were not already trapped at his hips, in her gullet. But they were, and Inkanyamba released another smug hum as she delighted in shoving her slick tongue's coils into his face, coiling and stroking his head with it.

Suddenly, her jaws yawned open again, light hitting Red's head and shoulders in them. Her tongue slipped off of his head as he looked around desperately, peering over the bulky pink muscles of her jaws by his sides. His gasped as her tongue left him, squirming his shoulders, his saliva-blurred vision only finding the thick coils outside around them, nobody to help, nowhere to go. He glanced down, where his chest was now sinking out of sight, down into the giant snake. A whimper and a shudder ran through him, as he squirmed instinctively, the pliant muscular walls of her esophagus now compressing him from his feet to his chest, holding him securely.

Suddenly, she gulped. With a yelp that was quickly quieted by the smooth squeeze of throat around his chest, his shoulders slipped down into her. The mawflesh at the entrance to her gullet now crowded his head, squishing up at his cheeks, an inch away or closer, no matter which way he faced. He tried to beg, to call out, but the snug ring of muscle around his neck made it into nothing more than a faint whispering wheeze. He faced up out of her jaws - and saw them start to close. He squirmed then, trying to push his way out of her throat, to reach out to the slowly closing light of the outside world, of freedom, and with every helpless squirm, sunk a fraction of an inch in.

Slowly, the waves of pliant pink rose up, up his cheeks and over his chin, slavering flesh framing his face from below, the thick saliva stretching between his desperately gasping lips. More squirming, and the wave of musculature rose up over his nose, up his temples, his heart racing. He panics, trying to reach up like a drowning man, bucking against the throat around him one last time, trying to elongate his body upward toward the thinning line of light above him...

And before her lips could close, she swallowed again, plunging him fully into her hungry darkness, and his howl of shock was muffled down to a barely audible hum.

Inkanyamba reared up, her two-foot thick tower of neck completely vertical and smooth, except for the panicked squirming visible under the scales of her underside. "Mmm-m-mmh~" - the hum of pleasure resonated through the mass of coiled body and its squirming victim, the massive anaconda tilting her head with her eyes closed, enjoying the internal massage the live mammal inside of her provided. "You have to love humans, small as they are. Larger mammals are all furry and give up so fast once inside, but you little guys... smooth to go down, and you just won't stop thrashing~"

As Red descended though the pliable, wet, smothering depths, his mouth was widen open, hyperventilating, wheezing for the dense humid tasteless air, wasting what oxygen was swallowed alongside of him in those thunderous gulps. There was nothing under his feet, no matter how much he tried to find purchase, his toes slid frictionlessly along the pillowy salivating walls of Inkanyamba's gullet, only widening it and accelerating his descent. Only the tightness of the esophagus kept him from slipping down the slick pliant tunnel, -that is, until a wave of snug pressure rolled from his head down to his toes, pushing down on his upper body, smothering his face and compressing his arms against his chest, and then pulling on his legs, dragging his hips, knees, feet, all of him, down deeper. He squirmed in the pink darkness, breathing heavily, thick saliva coating him, lubricating him for his fate. Again the swallow came, panic-inducingly quickly, long before he could have caught his breath, smothering and squeezing him down inward again.

The repeated, insistent presses of warm slippery walls at his face forced him to bring his hands to his face, to push the salivating flesh just an inch away so he could breathe. His hands were flattened against his face when the muscles flexed however, preventing him from defending himself, the pillowy slick walls smothering him with every roll of pressure, with an intimidating amount of force. With a skip of his heart, he realized - he will not be able to keep this up for long.

Soon, he felt like his feet could stand on something again - before his heels slipped and he felt dizzy, feeling as if he was falling backward in slow motion. The giant snake leaned forward and swallowed again, her esophagus pulling his legs from under him, and dropping him down to "sit" in the bend of her neck. The weight atop his legs was heavier two fold, though softer, making him panic as he realized he's going to be pulled under that bulk, under the heft of Inkanyamba's body. He tried reach up, to push down with his hands, to bring his legs up - but before he could even figure out what he could possibly push against, another smothering gulp mashed the folds of her inner throat into his face, and shoved him down into the squishy depth of the giant snake's body, down on his back.

He squirmed hard now, but as the swallowing continued ever on, the bulk of the giant snake around him grew both softer and heavier, allowing his limbs to bend some, letting him press the walls away from descending on his face and smothering him completely. He could sense the squishy flesh press between his fingers as he brought his hands up, leaving just enough space to gulp the warm, wet, half-spent air in front of his mouth and nose. As heavy swallows came, they embraced him all over still, deafening him as they pushed at his ears with wet squelches, compacting  his body snugly, and pulling him onward. He could hear the giant snake's voice out there, at times, or so he thought. He tried to call out, but could never find the time to catch his breath, another swallow always coming too soon to plead, or make any noise but a muffled whimper.

It was pure mechanical motion around him, evolutionary drive given shape. He was not squirming against Inkanyamba - he was trying to resist hunger in flesh. Hunger that could not be bargained with, or pleaded. Another squelching full-body squeeze - coming for him, to take him, to greedily pull and push him deeper, as reasonable as gravity. He could not think of any way out, and it was not reason that commanded his own squirming either, it's not as if he had a plan, or hope, it was his own instincts - those of prey, of food. Which is what he now realized he truly was.

Very soon, he lost track of how far deep he was, how far he was pushed and pulled by the gluttonous tunnel of muscle. The realization of how deeply lost he was sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, making him squirm and buck hard for a few seconds - but the mechanical, mindless squeezing of the giant snake's esophagus did not react, compressing him in languid, slow, rhythmical waves of pressure, and restraining him again.

The tight, narrow passage felt heavier around his bare body, felt as if it was squeezing him with thicker bulk, making it harder to breathe. Was it due to him growing weaker, exhausted, or from the fact that he was being swallowed into thicker and thicker parts of the gigantic anaconda's body, he could not tell. He saw himself in his mind for a moment, in a cross-section, his small chest and head, his gasping face, surrounded by a foot-thick layer of muscle in every direction - but as soon as the vision came, another weighty squeeze of those muscles washed over his face, and chest, and lower body, with a wet "gllrch", bringing him into the stupefying reality of being the one eaten alive, instead of being an observer. He squirmed instinctively again, trying to stop her from swallowing him... he wondered if he even made a bulge in Inkanyamba's massive coils anymore. Did he make an impression in her underbelly, if the coil he's in were lifted? Another salivating "splch", another breathless bodily squeeze, and again he could think of nothing but the omnidirectional sensation overwhelming his body, the thick saliva coating his bare skin, the mass of hungering snake flesh surrounding him, swallowing him, dragging him deeper.

As minutes turned into what felt like hours, Red's body started to grow weaker, his mind fuzzier. The rhythmic greedy full-body massage of the giant man-eater snake's gut kneaded him into complete physical submission - and then kept mindlessly squeezing and working him deeper. He felt almost numb, weightless, the only sensations still in his mind, the dense wetness of the saliva slathering him, the heat permeating him, and the physical thickness of the muscular walls all around him.

In a lightless haze, he missed the moment when his legs passed into a snug spot of the esophagus, and into a relatively roomier chamber. His arms flopped down onto the frictionless, supple flesh under him, his knees finally coming apart, going limp in Inkanyamba's stomach. He lied there, doing nothing but breathing heavily, that alone taking a great effort now. He could not keep track as to when the walls of the stomach started coming together against him, rising up between his arms and his body, between his legs, crowding him from the sides, and slowly lowering atop his front, like a heavy, salivating, fleshy blanket. It covered his chest, his face, lowering gently onto his gasping mouth and nose, stopping him from breathing. He did not resist, not at first, but unlike the gullet before, it did not rise again. He brought his arms up with an effortful grunt, pushing the squishy flesh off his face, struggling to make space as it seeped though his fingers and tried to come at his face again to deliver its smothering kiss.

His body was cradled by the giant snake's stomach, his legs raised above his waist level, separated and enveloped separately by the hungry walls of supple warm muscle, his chest and stomach wrapped in Inkanyamba's stomach, his head held from all directions but above, his ears covered and his neck supported by it. He felt weightless - and as the walls started squeezing, flexing gently against him, he could do nothing but groan feebly, too exhausted to feel any claustrophobia. He could make himself move only to breathe, and to push the waves of tremendously soft pressure off of his face, and even then, as time went on, and he was massaged gluttonously into full submission, he was smothered, his mouth and nose were covered by the squishy flesh, for longer and longer periods of time. With an effort, Red turned his head aside, away from the bulk of the snake resting atop of him, bringing one hand to rest at his mouth, trying to push the squishy mounds of her stomach walls away, with minimal success.

A wave of heavy pressure shoved softly into his face, rubbing into it, as if nuzzling it - and a deep chuckle resonated through it, as Inkanyamba nosed at her stomach. She could not see him of course, but she could feel him squirm still, and pressed her lips at where he was gradually succumbing to her, "Good morsel... have a good night, and sleep tight~" - as the stomach kept pressing and kneading at him from toes to tip.

His limbs felt like jelly now, kneaded into submission by the unrelenting autonomous squeezing of the squishy stomach walls. He had no strength to keep them at bay, to keep them from squeezing him, smothering him. His gasping mouth was covered by the salivating flesh for longer and longer lengths of time as the stomach's kneading gradually intensified, but his exhaustion was preventing him from taking full lungfuls of dense warm air anyhow. The wet oppressive darkness around him started to seep into his mind, his eyes rolling back under his eyelids as they gradually closed - it now as if he could see anything for hours. His body was rocked and kneaded in smooth, almost lazy waves of compression, cradled, suspended as if he was weightless, the giant snake's stomach conforming to his body's shape.

He no longer had it in him to defy it, and simply gave himself to it, to her. For longer and longer periods of time his gasping lips were filled with pliant surface of her stomach - until finally, it all crowded him, smothering him, enveloping and compressing his entire body in its fleshy grasp, preventing him from breathing, from moving, from resisting. Obeying this wordless gesture of possession, Red let his mind slow down, empty itself - and obediently succumbed to Inkanyamba's body, falling into a dreamless sleep.