Downing a Daughter

Emilia Sorenson shakily closed her cell phone and took a deep breath. It was done.

Motherly inclinations warred within her, lurching back and forth. Guilt gnawed at her, but in her heart she realized that this was the right decision. Chandra (her only daughter) was of age and perfectly capable of making this choice; she'd been insistently pushing that decision for years, and, well, what was the use in denying her?

Why shouldn't her beloved child get the birthday gift of a lifetime, after years of begging for it.

The next day, a large moving van drove by to drop off a large crate and some brief instructions. It seemed unnaturally simple, considering how enormous an act this entailed; just a phone call, a hundred bucks, and a day's wait...

Emilia carefully installed the package in Chandra's room, taking all the proscribed safety measures.

And then it was set.

Chandra arrived back home from college the next day, ready and giddy for her birthday. To her surprise, only her mom Emilia was there to greet her at the front door.

"Hi mom! Where's the party?" 

Emilia smiled fondly at her not-so-little girl.

"This year's party is special, and it's tied in with your gift. Come on into your bedroom; I put it in there for you."

Somewhat confused and disappointed, but a thousand times more curious, Chandra hurried to her room with Emilia close behind. Inside, reaching up through the hole it had burrowed through the floor, was a thick brown truck of smooth skin, branching out into dozens of curling and flexing tentacles. These soft, muscular appendages were arranged in a circle around a slimy purple-tinged patch of flesh where an asterisk-shaped collection of folds indicated a tightly closed oriface.

It was a Land Anemone.

These strange predators were the first and most populous of a growing list of man-eating species integrating into modern society. They were almost 20 feet long, not including tentacles, and were mostly muscle and digestive tract. They slowly moved about underground, sometimes burrowing along for years before unobtrusively surfacing in a location with bountiful prey.

This prey was, of course, humans.

Though they were willing to eat anyone within grasping distance, they had a powerful preference for post adolescent females, as young as possible while still sexually mature.

Regardless of who they ate, it was also a well-known fact that going down a land anemone's gullet was a one-way trip of sexual bliss lasting at minimum a full week. The voracious creatures could go for years without feeding, but made up for that by stockpiling as many prey as they could fit in their guts and digesting them in sequence. Until the beast chose to melt you down, you stayed alive and conscious enough to enjoy your orgasms, even in the middle of actual digestion.

Because of this, the land anemone became popular for use in 'recreational suicide' where individuals looking for a thrill or needing a good way to go would deliberately feed themselves to a vorish being, generally provided by some service or another.

Chandra was one such person. She had longed for years to be eaten. At last her wish would come true.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Chandra? It's not too late to change your mind," Emilia called from the bedroom door to her disrobing daughter, knowing what the reply would be.

"Are you kidding, Mom? I've wanted this for years! Ever since my best friend got eaten by her pet snake....mmm! They donated the snake to the biology department, and we got to watch her moan and scream in there for a week- a whole week! Then, when she'd had her fun, she got to make a beautiful creature stronger and bigger and healthier with her meat. She was tasty too, you could see it on that reptile's face!" She stepped out of her panties and reached out to the waving tentacles, which were already starting to wind around her body, smelling her arousal and faint fear, recognizing her has prey.

"Besides," she went on as she was gently lifted into the air, "Just think how good life is for food like me- you don't have any worries or responsibilities, no work, no grades, no college tuition, nothing. Your only job is to be good nourishment and to get off as many times as you can before the lights go out. It's fantastic!" Chandra placed both hands into the widening sphincter that served as the anemone's mouth, as though getting ready to dive headfirst into the carnal inferno awaiting her.

"Just one last thing, Mom. Thank you, for everything. For birthing me, raising me, and now finally feeding me to an awesome creature- wow, its throat feels amazing!" The anemone was beginning to shove her whole body in now, slurping her up like a thick, meaty noodle. Just before her head was engulfed, Chandra asked, "hey, mom...do you think you could join me in here? I know you want to live, but I could be in here a long time, and I'm afraid I'll be lonely. Would you please be food too? Plea-" Her final 'please' was cut off by the squelching noise of her head entering the monster. For a few moments, the only sounds were the slimy squishings and moanings of the anemone enjoying Chandra.

Emilia was shocked by her child's request, but was willing to grant it without hesitation. While she stripped down to bra and panties, the anemone gave her a lovely view of Chandra's generous boobs being tucked gently into its maw by some helpful tentacles. Ingestion was going slowly now, with the air of a gourmet savoring a particularly choice tidbit. It didn't take a genius to realize that the anemone thought her daughter's titties were quite the treat.

"I hope you like your meal," Emilia said to it as she pulled off her shirt. "I made it specially myself, just for you. I assume you would like dessert as well?" As though in reply, a thick tentacle slid gently around her waist and stayed there, loose enough, but sending a clear message. Emilia would only be allowed to leave the room one way: through the beast's gut. She shivered.

Dropping her pants, she went over to the current meal's former bed and lay down. Attendant tentacles removed her bra and panties for her, while she watched her daughter's ass go down the hatch, wriggling and squirming as the food inside pleasured itself against the tight, lubed-up walls of the esophagus, eager to start digesting.

The newly-designated lump of girl-meat was soon swallowed whole, to be digested alive. Its mother quickly found her feet sliding down the monstrous throat, on the way to becoming food as well.

If land anemone's could smile, this one would have. As it was, it simply relished the flavor of the latest pieces of meat it had found and looked forward to when it could taste them fully and absorb their melted bodies for energy.

But that would be a while yet.

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This is the prequel piece to the "tight and tasty" drawing I made, and as you can see it offers some enlightenment about these strange vore monsters.

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