Chicayah Is the Perfect Apex Jungle Predator
Chicayah guards and offers tour guides at an Aztec temple with just moderate traffic. One day a college student named Phoebe comes up for some photos, remarking on how well-maintained this landmark is. She finds Chicayah sitting on some steps minding her own business and her angrily growling tummy. Phoebe eyes her warily, but Chicayah reassures her that this isn't some kind of temple of doom and visitors are welcome. The young lady smiles and says her friends all said come here and check out the scenery and Chicayah asks if they mentioned her. Phoebe says Chicayah? Yeah they said it wasn't a real visit until she met her. Chicaya's stomach growls again. The college student wonders: is there anything around to eat? The temple guardian smiles: dinner just arrived. Phoebe isn't entirely dumb - she says her? Come on. Chicayah brags that she can swallow a woman her size whole and with comfort.
Phoebe calls her bluff. In short order Chicayah begins to eat her, feet first. Surprised but intrigued, Phoebe decides to let herself be swallowed completely, and finds herself comfortably tucked away in the Aztec lady's accommodating belly. Phoebe asks what happens next. The slick, warm tummy responds first by secreting waves of acid all over her and clenching gently, groaning with satisfaction. The juices flow over her body and immediately leave her relaxed and tingling with pleasure. Phoebe's muffled voice asks Chicayah if she can come out now. Chicayah says she's hungry and she's going to take a siesta and digest her cute visitor. She tells Phoebe to enjoy the soothing acid bath and let her body go. Her stomach purrs as it pours more acid all over her meal and Phoebe says well, at least it feels really good so she asks if it's okay to play with herself while she's bathing in these warm digestive juices. Chicayah grins and says of course. Her stomach squeezes and kneads Phoebe while she masturbates furiously until she lets out a muffled hollar and whimpers of a thunderous orgasm before going limp, having spent herself.
Chicayah's acids permeate deep into Phoebe, making her prey's pleasure only rise as her body loosens up and her muscles stop responding to any requests from her head. The college student completely forgets about wanting out of that belly even as it starts to churn her with zeal, mixing her in with the sloshing acids and enzymes that are at work on brining her thoroughly. The tight and therapeutic massage Chicayah's stomach is giving Phoebe first dissolves her struggle instinct, then her concerns about surviving this experience. All Phoebe cares about at the moment is the euphoria that has taken her over, and yielding to the process of digestion that is rewarding her with such feelings.
Chicayah's stomach squelches and gurgles, then starts to bubble angrily as her acids begin to dissolve Phoebe's flesh. A long and muffled, desperate moan of pleasure rumbles inside the temple maiden's tummy as her prey truly begins to melt. Her digestive juices boil away flesh and bone like candle wax over fire as she caresses Phoebe through her belly, providing comfort to an prey that is already compliant and happily turning into mush inside. Her belly starts to sag as Phoebe slowly turns into digested slop.
Finally a sharp but muffled cry of joy emanates from inside her tummy before what's left of Phoebe collapses into thick, protein soup. Her stomach clenches and groans as it pumps her meal into her intestines in waves. The college student, now just conscious nutrient rich slurry, grinds slickly along, sliding easily through her sinuous depths, diminishing rapidly as her body claims every ounce of her prey. Instead of loss or despair Chicayah feels waves of wonder and serenity emanating from her digested meal.
Eventually all of Phoebe flows into her veins and serenity gives way to gratitude as her body welcomes her prey as calories. Her body gives Phoebe new purpose as sentient calories and powerful living magic energy, converting her into new states of existence that she could never have imagined.
Finally it comes time for what was left of Phoebe to go to a better place - several places, in fact. Chicayah marvels at the way her prey slowly assimilates, becoming more of herself. The excess nutritional remnants of Phoebe transforms into a wealth of fat that finds a home in her thighs, butt, belly, and especially her boobs. Somewhere inside her, she senses from Phoebe an enormous feeling of pride now that she has become a part of the temple guardian's figure. Becoming more of Chicayah is, as far as Phoebe now sees it, the most perfect and flattering end for a woman's body.
But, as Phoebe soon finds out, that's just her body. Like every other visitor that found their way into her ravenous tummy, she is restored and becomes yet another visitor with a glowing review for those who come after her.
"That was... absolutely fabulous!... You still hungry?"