Elina Mist was on a very special errand today. Though she detested being set it, she realized she'll get paid handsomely for "getting her hands dirty", so to speak. She dragged her luscious body through the rather disgusting and gloopy swamp, wincing as every inch of the muddy water sort of clung to her and threatened to drag her down even further. She was looking for a very rare plant that supposedly only grows in the very middle of the swamp, on a small island with lots of moisture in the soil. Unfortunately the bog really did stretch out quite far. Not to mention, Elina was unprepared for what kind of dangers may lay in wait. She was certainly rather naive not to carry some sort of protection like a sword or something.

The swamp almost seemed alive as she wade through it at a noxious snail’s pace, the whole environment seeming keen to swallow her whole with every step deeper she went. At least, metaphorically; it was reserved for the various festering critters that called the noxious place home that actually held carnivorous intentions towards hapless intruders such as her. One such creature she was currently unfortunate enough to wade through its territory, and as the ripples of the mud and slime reached its den the whole area seemed to shudder and shift beneath her feet. The muck momentarily clung to her ankle like a vice around her leg, not quite tripping her, but making it impossible to trek one step further with her limb trapped like that.

Elina was starting to believe it really wasn't worth it. She growled as the mud seemed to have a life of its own. It would grip onto her legs for a little but she'd have just enough strength to pull out and take another step, before the same thing happened. She was still at least half a mile away from the island. Suddenly she felt a rumble beneath her. The beautiful female gasped as the bog was shifting in a way that could only mean... something was swimming in it. She screamed, panicking and waving her arms, forgetting about her errand and starting to head back instead. "F-forget this this place is scary!" she said to herself, though soon almost tripping as her ankle grew stuck. With strong tugs she still could not liberate herself from the greedy festering swamp. She kept trying though "Get. Off!" growling, whatever had her didn't seem alive, because it held onto her for quite a while. Maybe she had hit a root or something

As the girl struggled feebly against her inanimate organic constraint, the bog continued to shift around her in the unmistakable sign of life brewing beneath the surface. Because of the viscous nature of the gunk surrounding her it was impossible to see anything squirming about, but somehow the eerie feeling that the whatever-it-is was heading right towards her was unshakeable. Before she could manage to pull herself free something else lashed around her free leg, pulling it straight to line up with the other and quickly wrapped around them both, some wet, warm, slimy thing slithering up and wrapping around her. It felt soft and fleshy, but still held her limbs together with the strength of chain bondage, and it kept moving higher until it slipped beneath her skirt and schlepped around her waist, causing the fabric to tare and strain, yet continue undaunted. Trying to find the source of the long pink dripping thing would only see it originate from somewhere beneath the grime, and no amount of resisting slowed its progress as it continued to bind up her body.

Elina's panic only increased at the visible signs of life under the bog. The ripples seemed to be angled in such a way that suggested the direction was towards her. She gulped and tried extra hard to pull her leg free "Ggrrr comon comon!" but she was destined to remain here, the danger rising as soon her free leg was snagged as well. The sliminess was unmistakable, yet also very fleshy. It made Elina's skin crawl. In fact, though she hardly wanted it to be true, the feel reminded her of her tongue, only much more slimy. She whined "L-let go!" her supple legs soon tugged together "Nhgh" desperately she tried to separate them. Utter fear spread through her as it was obvious what was wrapping her up soon. The ridiculously oversized tongue practically mummified her in its fleshy wet coils, her cute voice screaming loudly as her skirt was easily probed "Ungh n-no way!" she sobbed as the foul creature was wriggling up under all of her clothes with its fat disgusting smelling tongue. Meanwhile the mud was still clinging to her, she sunk a little bit into the bog without being able to balance herself. It was getting to the point where she could no longer move her arms, only squirm helplessly left and right, rubbing her flavor into the pink appendage.

Soon more and more of that thick appendage wrapped around her, swelling up to cause her clothes to snap off and sink away into the filth of the bog with little effort, and Elina was left exposed. At least she would be if the pink wrappings hadn't continued to wined their way up her body, slurping over her flat belly and violating her succulent breasts (actually seeming to draw out the attention given to that particular area for a few nauseating moments) before even reaching out to pull her arms to her sides and pin them beneath its impossible strength. Within the few seconds it had taken for the woman to land herself in such a vulnerable position she was completely trapped, wrapped up in some long tentacle of some sort that stank of the worst the swamp could offer and coating her in buckets of slime on top of the mud slopping into her exposed flesh and hair as she lay bundled up against the sinking muck ground. The appendage seemed to shudder now that the girl was helpless under its might, and the great slog rippled again as the sludge around where the tongue originated sank away and belched up some filth coated amphibian of familiar build, though horrifying size. The frog, now fully revealed, seemed to be able to stand upon the sinking slime of the swamp as if it were solid ground, and that which covered him slid off like water on a ducks back to present the natural froggy gross it was adorned with in all its disgusting glory. As suspected the long pink sticky tentacle lead straight past the beasts lips, but yet as its crusted eyes gazed down as its prey Elina wasn't immediately snapped into his maw and swallowed away like you'd expect from a frog; instead it seemed to analyze her curiously before dragging her towards it, slowly, as if only to get a better look, which might have been slightly comforting if not for the constant swelling and squeezing of the tongue around the bound girl constantly gushing from her taste.

For a tongue, the strength appeared unfeasible. She expected to be able to break free of it rather easily. Most tongues were soft and pliable. On the contrary, this tongue felt more like a mighty constrictor snake, a wet disgustingly smelly and slimy one that is. She was gagging from the stench, her poor voluptuous body completely nude. Not only repulsed by the combination of messy mud and tongue goop, but her sensitive pillowy mounds were bounced a little from the attention given. She helplessly groaned as her sweet spots were played with rather casually, just another part of the tasting process for this cruel creature. Her face locked in her fear. The hairs on her skin stand up on end as she saw the swirling viscous mass below her begin to give way. Her helpless squirming continued. Prey must always squirm and fail horribly at it, only reinforcing their harsh position on the food chain and please the predator even more so. Laid down into the mud by the tongue, she watched with a fearful whimper and tremble as the mud parted to reveal that impossibly sized mouth. The saliva covered pink flesh the first thing she sees of this beast and she doesn't like it one bit. A delicious scream emits from the prey "HELLP SOMEONE HELP ME!" even as her strong tight binding squeezed and pulsed around her naked dirtied body. The typical uncaring gaze of a frog met her own scared and helpless one. Such a fitting monster to be here, why didn't she prepare herself? Her entire body convulsed, fearing the worst, closing her eyes, expecting to be swallowed hole. But she was not. Instead his large rotund body just came into view. She was easily manipulated by the prehensile appendage. The wriggles she made did absolutely nothing to change her fate. The frog would have his analysis and that was that.

The lumbering beast made some croaking noise as she was pulled near, fresh saliva dripping onto her face as she was close enough to catch the fumes of that unwashed breath bellowing over her in waves. Even for a swamp creature this frog was disgusting, and once she was pulled close enough it only saw fit to close the distance between them further and expose her to even more gag inducing mess the monster had to offer. The frog was either near-sighted or just excessively cruel in his desire to have her so close, since it didn't even pull her against his body or mount her or anything else one might expect from such a lewd creature that had avoided immediately plunging her to her doom, instead allowing that constricting tongue to swivel and smear around her. The tip of it lapped at her face, coating her head to toe in that clingy maw fluid by that point, the prehensile organ exposing key areas of the woman’s body as it explored her, against slurping over her breasts before teasing at her belly before, inevitably, pulling her legs far enough apart to leave her completely and horrifyingly exposed. The beast shuddered as its plan of tasting its morsel entirely made itself clear, and the girl was treated to nary a groan from the amphibians hungry belly before the tongue tip plunged past her lips and violated her sensitive birth canal, filling her with the same sticky saliva she was coated with in the most unsettling way as the feeling of that slobbering organ filling her.

Elina no longer whimpered in fear because she was too busy gagging from that base and foul stench oozing from the beasts abyss. The tongue was coated in it though; the filthy saliva practically marked her as his from then on. She screwed up her charming face as it was tainted with the same fluid, globs of stuck to her as it was so much more slimy than a real liquid. She began to pant; the squeezing of her body was weakening her, tiring her out. Even still she squirmed in disgust more than anything. If the frog wasn't feral he'd easily be a rather prolific pedophile. He took so much time out savoring her breasts that she was practically sobbing from the unwanted pleasure and sensitive attention. Humiliatingly spread apart, her legs trembled. She was still coughing, unable to get over the vile bog stench and frogs unwashed breathe over her form. But soon enough that was the least of her worries. Her surprisingly virgin lips were viciously penetrated by the thick lubricated mass. Her screams were endless at this point "NOO NOOO STOP PLEASE!" she begged, even if she knew he could not understand her one bit, she knew no other way to fight for her dignity. The worst part was, although intensely uncomfortable, the lubricated flesh was so prehensile and mobile inside her it tickled her most delicious and sensitive spots. While being deflowered, she cannot help but groan loudly, her senses piled with only pleasure and addled with uncomfort from the size of the attackers weapon of choice. Her eyes somewhat rolling back in her head.

The frog seemed aware of the unwanted and vile pleasure she got from the tormenting experience, judging from the copious flavor that was mixing with his natural tongue slime as he penetrated her, and it made the beast shudder in obvious approval. With that disgustingly erotic tongue still buried in her pleasure hole, her bindings holding her legs tight together once again to wrap her in a tongue knot of unendingly being tasted over and having her virgin hole plugged with the same filth smothering her, the frog wadded over her body. Not yet being pulled into his maw even now, the beast still saw fit to show his prey even as he used her, she had only one purpose, and even in the haze of her terror and sexual abuse, even if she hadn't forgotten the obvious fate of someone in her position; having a lumbering frog creature straddling over her tongue tied body before lowering it over her until her face was being smooshed into the dirty slime of his belly. The rubbery, slippery flesh was nice and squishy, the amphibian lined with layers upon layers of pudge between that skin and his growlingly hungry stomach. As if that alone wasn't enough the beast then ground himself down onto her, drowning her in disgusting frog gut, the message quite clear: she had one purpose, and this was as much an attempt to antiquate her with her new home as much as to further torment her with her fate. A ribbity croak rumbled from the frog, even wordlessly managing to express the immense satisfaction it gained from tasting over the girl unendingly inside and out all while pressing his gut onto her, showing her where she rightfully belonged and his obvious intentions to put her in her place.

She shook her head violently, a pressure on the sides of her legs pressing them back together again. The poor female slowly clenched over the girthy length inside her nethers. Her inexperience leads to such tight and poor maneuvers, her groaning only interrupted by her constant gagging. Such an unreal aroma was a nightmare and no being should have to be exposed to it, unless they fully deserved it like the prey they were. The delicious female must live with the torment, no doubt the inside of his pudge lined gut was far worse than the hell she was already receiving. Her legs soon locked around the tongue, preventing it from tugging out of her violated sexual folds, she was thrusted into again and again. Her screams and moans growing louder and louder even as the frog decides to show his prey exactly where it will be going. Every good meal needs to know its purpose, its fate in life. Elina was born to feed this frog; this was her destiny, her true path. Each fold of pudge on the slimy dirty gut was calling to her. The inner flesh growled, wanting to squeeze and hug around her. Elina trembled; her whimpers were of true fear, especially as she was cruelly ground upon. As if the slime from the tongue coating her was not enough, the frog rubbed in his dirty musk and body slime in too. For she was to become a part of him, in a way, a permanent bulge in his gut. "N-no... p-please" she whispered now, her breath stolen from her from the viscious heavy girth planted upon her head and body. She muffled complaints "I'm n-not ready... p-please I don't want to go in!" she begged, tears forming as his satisfied croaks show how poles apart they felt about where she would end up.

If the frog understood her pleas or miserable begging he made no acknowledgement of them, instead simply dragging her out from under his heavy paunch and pulls her tongue bound feet into his maw. The time for teasing and tasting had apparently come to an end and the beast was ready to enjoy his foolish prey to the fullest, fulfilling his own purpose in life of reducing the delicious girl to nothing but a lump in his gut where she belonged. He was just as much a victim of the food chain as she was, though clearly nowhere near regarding the same feelings towards it. With a croak of approval he closed his lips around her ankles, his whole slobby body shuddering just from the feeling of having a little bit of his meal pulled into the beginning of her journey, his excited tongue squeezing around and thrusting viciously into her anxiously, getting as much of her flavor in mind as possible before she was slurped away. Slowly, agonizingly, she was pulled in, her bound legs and hips slurped past those slimy lips to be committed to the truly unparalleled suffering of the chunky mouth fluids and reeking breath, but worst of all forced to watch it all as second by second more of the poor helpless girl was pulled away from the outside world and committed to her new fate as frog food, helpless to do anything to halt the process.

Even if her movements had ever made the slightest difference to her inevitable fate, she simply had no energy left to make them. The cruel crushing and pressure from the frog's gut had practically finished her off. Her tears solemnly rolled down her face, her trip to her new permanent home beginning with the lewd and overly revolting inner mouth flesh and fluids engulfing her feet and ankles. The frog may be a slob but he was truly an admirable predator. His giant jaw of his had clamped down on her. She felt as if pulled into a vice, as the frog even slightly nibbled upon her sweet and succulent flesh. Her curvy body would only serve to be an extra addition of food to the frogs gut. She shivered, the entry agonizingly slow. Knowing acutely just how much of her was gone even when she closed her eyes and tried to block out the strange and unpleasant sensations. The heat inside was unbearable after all, second only to the blurring tasting process from that tongue that forced her to climax against her will. Her nubile thighs quaking as she leaked the essence of her taste all over the probing wriggling muscle within her. Squealing in apparent momentary bliss, it was the only positive thing she could take out of this whole ordeal. Undeniably it was a good distraction from staring at her doom right in the face, as she had been looking deep into the predators eyes before, finding only coldness. There was no emotion for her, because she does not deserve it. No-one sympathized with their dinner, they just eat it.

The frog shuddered again from the sudden blast of pure flavor from her involuntary orgasm, basking in the taste for a few moments before limply pulling his tongue tip free of her nethers and moving up to slather her face yet again, the momentary respite in her inevitable fate merely being due to the beasts own savoring of the experience. As more and more of her body was pulled past those drooling lips the tongue that had bound them uncoiled and slid away, leaving her free to experience the putrid hot air beating against her sensitive flesh mercilessly. Once her hips disappeared from the land of fresh air the creature even raised his head to the sky and allowed gravity to assist in the natural course of things, a prey being devoured by a predator. As her belly vanished beyond the amphibious abyss her feet pushed past his gullet and down towards his belly, a frogs maw practically only being separated from its belly by a single sphincter of gullet after all no matter the size of it, and before Elina's breasts were slurped and toothlessly chewed over by the gluttonous frog she could feel the tips of her toes plunged into the abject heat of the frogs belly, being able to feel the ranking scent of his digested air filling the slime chamber that would soon be her home, since before long all that remained outside was her head as her neck was suckled over by his fat leaking lips, perhaps hesitating for that moment near the end to allow her one last look at the sun she'd never see or feel again, or perhaps merely to let her stew in her own fear for even longer before sealing her away.

Elina's humiliation was boundless. As her own orgasm ends and her afterglow leaves her tingly and momentarily out of mind from the real world, she is promptly brought back to reality. The stinking sloppy tongue tip slathers her face with saliva and her fluids from her sex, making her smell the pleasure he had forced into her. She whined and shook her head, desperate to feel anything in the world but that repulsive tongue. The sexy hourglass shape of the naive female slowly surrendered to the maw of the beast, one piece of sweet curvy flesh after another. First her filling hips slightly flushed with her intense flavor from the soaking from her sex. Poor Elina panted, literally being dragged into hot humid hell. Now descending downwards from gravity, her fear filled screams would make a sadist groan in delight and her shivers and trembles further rub her taste filled smooth body into the toothless fleshy and seemingly endless hole. Just knowing the frogs intense satisfaction he received from her being such a good prey filled her with a sickening feeling. Just imagining what it will be like to be surrounded by that heat and only having the stench of the stomach and throat as company for the rest of her life, she started to sob again. Like an anvil the reality of her plight weighs down on her and scars her mind. It was very real because of her feet too. Her toes wiggled and she gasped, the oozing belly slime was even thicker and more lewd than the saliva. She was going to be coated in it; she could sense just how disgusting and smelly it would be. That was her home, where she would be sleeping, where she would be living and eventually dying in. Though she never knew she wouldn't be digested, perhaps she would rather not know that cruel fact. A true predator takes every chance to tease its prey. After carelessly and roughly sucking in her bouncy breasts that made her squeak in discomfort, her neck like a pacifier to the giant being. Elina wished she wasn't making this comparison, but the stomach and throat with its heat and tightness almost resembled a some kind of forceful sleeping bag. Her eyes drooped, face marred with the goop and tears. She did indeed stare at the light, trying to capture all that is beautiful about the world, before she was rid of almost all of it for all time.

Before she could truly commit the sight to memory, enough to distract her from what awaited her within as food at least, she was quickly slurp past the beasts lips and into his stinking maw. The stench of the swamp didn't compare, though the impression that she was his first meal aside from mud and slop certainly came to mind considering the fermented smell of it, clinging to her skin and melting her lungs with every gagging breath. Even after being wrapped up in that tongue for so long the frog seemed to savor the taste of his prey for a bit longer, everything of the girl below her bellybutton locked past his clenching gullet and dangling into the intense chamber of his impatient belly. As she was swished within that maw, chewed even by nonexistent frog teeth, just as the predator reached the peak of his enjoyment of his pathetic prey a devious thought came to mind, and that grimey mouth opened one last time. The organic tomb flooded with light and air of the outside world, allowing her to see the previously darkened insides of the creatures maw and his throat tugging her to her demise, but at least there was some chance to be allowed to hope for a few seconds more... Before all at once those lips snapped shut in unison to an ear piercing gulp resounding through their bodies to plunge her away past the barrier of never return. All at once it seemed she spilled into the frogs stomach, a slime coated and chunky fluid filled chamber of pure amphibious body heat and with putrid churned up air filled what wasn't occupied by the greasy substance that quickly clung to her body as if claiming her as one of its own, nothing but a resident of the horrible belly. It was cramped, but there was still some semblance of elbow room for Elina to avoid any muscle cramps, but even that was robbed of her as the belly suddenly squished around her and forced her into a little ball to fit within the condensed gut, a result of the frog grinding his belly into the swamp ground in abject bliss over the feeling of such food in his belly, a chorus of croaks resonating through the air as he'd fulfilled his duty as a predator and reduced a lovely if naive young women into nothing but another lump of pudge in his gut to squirm and be churned endlessly. Even the hope of one day growing old and passing away was denied to the meal of a girl now, the frog beast being as immortal as the swamp he inhabited, and through some disgusting power of his body that as long as she remained within him she wouldn't age a day, thus doomed to an unending eternity of mere gut stuffing; coated in sludge, rocked and squeezed by the hungry belly walls, forced to breath air best reserved for belching, and that was just until the day faded and the frog sunk back into the swamp never to be seen by mortal eyes again. Then, during the night, the flesh of his stomach produced tongues of its own, to bound her limbs again and shove themselves into every decent hole, plunging into her delicate mouth, succulent pussy, and untouched rump all while sensually squeezing over her breasts; it was torture, because even in the hell of the monsters stomach it filled her with nothing short of bliss so much so that her mind drifted away from the torment of her life and drowned in the pleasure of being used for gainless sexual objectification. Then, too soon, it would end, and her suffering was all the worse for having some short escape until she was churned up as food yet again. And the frog forgot that she'd even existed, food being out of mind as soon as it was swallowed away, at least until he could put her additions to his gut to use during mating season; nothing was a better attractor for a mate then a full, gurgling prey filled gut to be squished and squashed against while being bred, it was the sign of a true stud who could produce bountiful offspring to grow and frolic and one day themselves devour hapless swamp wanderers to repeat the cycle again. But it was all of little concern to Elina of course, whose entire world was now little more than the fleshy, hungry walls that surrounded her, and all the mind destroying experiences they bore.