Gluttony: Ouroboros

By VivettaVenray

(WARNING: Contains saliva, vore [including same-size and inanimate object vore], gore, and digestion among other things

As another important notice, this story features bit of jaw unhinging. Also, despite the vore-focus, there is no weight-gain here as the 'big' character only grows in-proportion.

The main character is also a monster-gal with a snake tail from the waist down, so no feet content in this story.)

(NOTE: This story is part of the "Seven Sinful Size Stories" loose anthology thing I said I'd try to do. This story has a little to do with "Gluttony".)

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Chapter 1: Start

January 2nd 20XX

My name is Rasima, and I believe my team and I have made the discovery of a lifetime.

Since I just now had the foresight to start a journal, an introduction: I’m 28 years old, female, and an archaeologist. I lead a team of 6--myself included--here at a dig in the Nile Delta. The spot’s at some sands north of the city of Cairo where I am employed by a University.

I knew the region was one of the most explored in the world, so I didn’t expect to find much. The pyramids were already discovered, as were much of the other treasures located deep under the sands. Despite that, historical treasures were still what we were hoping on as we dug in a relatively unexplored subsection of the area.

Ihsan dug up a strange rock and she called me over to examine it. It was perfectly smooth stone about twice the size of a baseball. I took it into my hands and gave it a few taps. It felt and sounded almost like wood. It was hollow. I thought heard something thawping inside, so I pressed my ear to it to its surface.

I had thought to gently chip it open with one of my tools. No sooner than one step back towards my tent did the rock split open of its own accord. The two halves of it fell from my hand, revealing the creature within.

One could imagine how far my jaw dropped when I stared down at a naked woman with the lower body of a snake. Her tail was the first thing I noticed. It started right at her waist line. The appendage was at least twice as long as her fit human-half. Soon after emerging she coiled it around my fingers. The tail felt scaly with a bit of friction against my prints. The underbelly of it was white as ivory, though the rest of the muscle was covered in onyx-black scales.

Her skin was a soft brown: darker than the sands but not by that much. Her hair hung past her shoulders and was a jet black. I felt her try to wrap her jaws around my index finger, but when that clearly was working, she turned up to me. It was then I noticed red irises in her eyes. Her face was beautiful. Her whole body was gorgeous, slim, and subtly toned. She was like something out of a painting, though I’m not sure anything short of a photograph could capture her well.

The snake-woman opened her mouth to speak, and I was surprised she knew our language.

“Food.”

I wasn’t a biologist, and we didn’t have one on the team. I was the only one here with a doctorate, in fact. Nevertheless, I knew that she must be starving after however long she spent in there. I held her gently as I went to the kitchen tent and fetched a chunk of flatbread for her.

By now, the rest of the team heard the news and crowded in. We watched her coil around it in my hand and noisily chomp and gulp the meal down. She stuffed her face till her cheeks were full like a gerbil’s before every swallow. Eventually she ate too much for her human stomach to hold, which stayed its normal taut. We only figured that since we saw lumps form in her tail. It was disturbingly fascinating to watch those bumps diminish shortly after as her tail muscle kneaded them down.

I offered her a water bottle throughout, but aside from a glance she ignored it until finished with the bread. Then, she dove right into the opening and drunk. I tried to hold it steady, but she used her tail to just dump it all over herself, gulping and swallowing all the while. Most of it was wasted, pooling to the floor by my sandaled feet. Yet, I’m positive she drank her own weight of the beverage.

“Aaah.” she smacked her lips all cute like.

“More bread.”, she said.

Again, I’m not a biologist, but I thought all this very strange. This creature’s small size and slim, healthy physique bellied an amazing hunger. We ended up her giving two more pieces of flatbread before deciding enough was enough.

The rest of the day was spent talking to her. She was intelligent as any of us, but highly uncooperative. Anything we asked she refused to answer without more pieces of bread, and the vast majority of her answers were “I don’t know.” We did learn that she remembers being underground for “a long time.”, but she apparently slept most of it. That was a relief to me, as I couldn’t have imagined spending months or years trapped and alert.

She didn’t give a name, so one of the assistants started calling her “Almaekruna” which means “noodle”. That seemed to stick.

I told everyone not to feed her again till dinner tonight, but she apparently kept begging and making pouty faces. It became obvious people were giving her bits of bread given all the trips my team made to the kitchen tent. None had the heart to put a stop to it: myself included.

That night we sat around a camp fire. The current plan was to finish the dig, since we were already set up, then take her back to the city. Finding another species of human, even if just this one, would make us famous for sure. I didn’t care much for that, but I’m sure my assistants would greatly appreciate whatever income would trickle to them from this. I knew they weren’t paid too much but, alas, I didn’t set their salaries.

I also thought she might not be a human. Some sort of mythical creature, maybe? I knew from my brief studies into mythology the legends of the nagas and lamias: demi-snake beings. I cast this possibility out of my mind for a bit, then something happened which lowered my skepticism.

We were making some Ful medames in a cooking pot. I had Almaekruna wrapped safely around my hand, though I could tell her mouth was watering at the smell of the fava beans and spices. Ihsan was stirring the pot. Gamila said something funny to me and I turned to laugh.

I turned back to my hand and Almaekruna was gone. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her slither to the cooking pot and dive right in. There was screaming as we thought she was done for and doomed to be cooked alive. An assistant grabbed a bucket of water to douse the fire beneath the pot and we listened for any sounds.

There was no screams of burning agony, only slurps. We saw the ‘water level’ of the stew go down. Ihsan dipped her spoon into the pot to try and fish Almaekruna out. The snake-woman came up with the wooden thing and had a look on her face like we committed the gravest insult. She had two beans, one in each hand, and woofed them down. Her tail coiled around the spoon’s handle and she dived back in. Ihsan grabbed at Almaekruna then recoiled from the hot liquid coating the little naga.

We had to wait for the pot to cool more before we got her out. We stood, helpless, as we heard her slurp up more than half the stew. Once in hand, her black snake tail stretched to nearly half its old width, as it was filled with stew. Shortly after, it shrunk back to normal, slowly, before our eyes as she digested the meal.

As I write this, Almaekruna is now stuffed inside a small cage we had brought along in case we came across a wounded critter or something. The plan remains the same, but it’s clear she needs to be heavily supervised lest she eat everything we have.

No normal creature could survive that level of heat from the stew. I still don’t believe in myths mind you, but as I close this journal for the night, I begin to feel as though the naga or lamia might have been based on a real creature. Some sort of biologically immortal semi-human, perhaps?

January 3rd 20XX

She broke out of the cage. It must’ve been while we were all sleeping. We awoke hours before sunrise to the sound of rummaging in the kitchen tent. There were slither-marks leading there too. Ihsan made it in there first and had a lantern for light.

Almaekruna ate through almost everything. There were only a few pieces of bread left, and none of the other snacks or stores. Bags of uncooked fava beans were just gone. I assumed she ate them whole, container and all.

Ihsan didn’t stop her right away though, nor did I when I made it. Us two and all the others just stood, dumbfounded, at how our little ‘noodle’ was now the size of a dog. If she was all human bodies instead of half, I had figured she’d stand maybe two or three feet tall.

She turned to us, caught in the act, then stuffed her face more hurriedly. Eventually we tackled her to get her to stop. She was strong. She bucked Gamila off her tail and launched my assistant into a table. We heard Gamila’s arm break.

Suad, the strongest on our team, jumped on her tail. Not only did even her strength falter, but Almaekruna coiled around her and started squeezing. We all shouted at the snake-woman to stop, but once our coworker started turning blue everyone jumped on Almaekruna, myself included.

We managed to get the snake-woman tied up with some spare rope. Everyone was tired still. It was dark. The plan changed to packing up the equipment as soon as possible, then taking her and it with us in our car back to the city. She was dangerous. I checked the tiny cage she got out of and noticed the bars were bent. They were made of steel. She probably could’ve snapped my finger off even when her length was measured in mere inches.

We took shifts either watching Almaekruna or helping to pack. I took the first shift helping to gather up the excavation site gear alongside Sharifah. Ihsan and Jameela watched the naga while Gamila and Suad took the first napping shift.

We worked by lamplight. It was a painful experience. the snake-woman would constantly shout to be let free or for more food. There wasn’t much food left, but I found out on my way back to the tent that the only way to get her to stop squirming out of those ropes was to feed her pieces of whatever was left of the flatbread.

I took a nap just as the sun began to rise. There was still half the gear left to pack. It’d probably just be one more shift.

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Rasima awoke to the sound of screams. The sun was up in the sky now and she raced towards the kitchen tent where the noises were coming from.

There was a lot to take in.

Almaekruna grew again to the point where, if fully human, she’d stand as tall as any of crew. The naga broke out of her ropes, and had her unhinged jaw wrapped around Ihsan’s waist. The naga was swallowing the dig assistant head first.

The snake-woman’s onyx tail had two others pinned beneath its bulk. Suad and Gamila--even with her broken arm--were punching and kicking at the naga to try and get her to spit Ihsan up or at least slide off the others. Much as they pushed at Almaekruna’s sides, they didn’t budge. The tail didn’t give at all really.

Rasima realized she had been the last one to come here. She rushed for a knife among the other utensils and found one, then charged at Almaekruna.

The lamia moved her tail without lifting its underbelly off the people writhing beneath it. Just the tip of it ran into Rasima’s side and the archaeologist flew through the air and into a small shelf. The knife flew from her hand and out the tent’s flaps.

Rasima groaned. The bone in her left leg had broke and throbbed with pain. Her head was spinning, and she saw through blurred vision as Almaekruna set her hands upon Suad and Gamila’s heads and shoved them to the floor. With all of the group taken care of, the naga tilted her head up and finished swallowing Ihsan down.

The sounds had Rasima shivering even during the stupor of her recent injury. The naga’s neck distended and she could see the outline of Ihsan through the monster-woman’s flesh. She clearly skipped the naga’s human gut and went straight to the tail. She saw the bulge and heard the screams as the muscle kneaded Ihsan’s form. Even muffled, it rose above the cries of the rest of her staff: who watched on in more vocal horror.

“It burns, it burns!” that’s the words Rasima made out. She saw the bulge in the naga’s tail shrink as her coworker was digested alive. Suad and Gamila were trying their best to wiggle away, but with just one hand on each Almaekruna had them pinned. The strength was unreal.

Ihsan was gone. The dig assistant’s reward for unearthing the lamia in the first place was to melt alive in her gut. The monster-woman didn’t even wait 5 seconds before lifting Gamila up by her shirt. She held Gamila tight to her naked bosom with just one of her inhumanely strong arm. Gamila cried out as her broken arm had all that pressure on it. It didn’t phase the naga at all as she opened wide. The jaw unhinged again and a bit of drool dripped onto Gamila’s face. Soon after she was stuffed in. Soon after that and she was gulped down.

Suad was next. She put up more of a fight but in the end she became a tail bulge. Both here and Gamila were in there are the same time. Rasima thought it a morbid little silver lining that they didn’t die alone in there.

It was just Rasima left in the corner of the tent and the two others squirming beneath Almaekruna’s white underbelly. From the look on the naga’s face, it seemed she enjoyed that in a sense. Not enough to refrain from shifting her tail bulk up *just* enough to slip them out and gulp them down. She used the tip of her prehensile tail to wrap around another crew member’s body. Almaekruna coiled the woman’s arms to her side wouldn’t fight as much.

Jameela found herself wrapped up by the tip of the limb. Even the thinnest part of that great muscle undulated with unnatural strength. She felt her bones ache with every twitch of the smooth dry appendage. Almaekruna licked her lips then opened wide. The meek archaeology assistant saw strands of spittle drip about; they shimmered in the sunlight coming through the flap of the tent.

The jaw shifted again with a slight crack and that maw became even more ominous. The naga dragged her tongue against Jameela’s face: it twitched against the wet muscle. Then, in she went: down a slimy throat, bit by bit till her entire body was stuck in a tight tunnel of tail flesh. The naga smiled as she felt more food in her. The tail muscles kneaded and worked. Rasima could hear them snap more bones in there. Almaekruna flexed and wiggled her tail in tune with the crunches. The rippling, slimy walls turned Jameela to fluid and ended her agony.

Rasima had to get out of her. She tried to rise up to her feet but just fell over on her front. Her left leg was too badly hurt to walk. She turned from Almaekruna and started to crawl. Inch by inch over the sandy tarp floor, she advanced towards the tent’s entrance. Her progress was cut off by a mass of onyx-scaled muscle. Rasima turned around and saw the naga hugging the last of her coworkers tight to her naked bosom. Her red eyes met Rasima’s brown as she that woman up and stuffed them in her mouth.

That woman, Sharifah, went down Almaekruna’s throat legs first. The naga ate her bulky clothes without issue and the person herself without conscience. Rasima got to see the look on the assistant’s face: a mixture of horror and disgust as she felt slimy muscles against the naked legs her shorts bared. Rasima saw every twitch of pain as the throat squeezed too tight on an arm twisted just slightly off-angle.

She saw Sharifah disappear down that maw into the tail.

To the tune of muffled screams, Rasima tried to crawl over the tail. Almaekruna let out a satisfied sigh.

Before Rasima cleared the appendage, it wrapped around her waist. The naga turned the archaeologist around. Despite eating the camp’s food supplies and all her coworkers, Rasima noticed the figure of Almaekruna remained fit as ever and her body the same shape as when they found her. The naga’s skin was taut, chest perky, and not a hint of pudge on her. For all this snake-woman ate, she only grew in proportion. Her tail distended with meals, but only briefly. She grew in size but not in proportion.

This was unheard of. Rasima was tugged up to the naga’s face and the monster-gal licked her lips.

“Why?!?” shouted Rasima, gritting her teeth as her broken leg still throbbed. “We were nice to you. I don’t understand.”

“I was hungry.”, said Almaekruna, smiling.

“I still am.”, she continued.

Regarding this monster, Rasima considered mythical species up till now, but never a true legend. A serpentine monster who’s hunger dwarfed all other urges. There was only one creature in the world that fit the bill, though it was thought more symbolic than anything. The alchemists wrote on the monster and the Norse mythologies called it Jormungandr. The first ever depiction of it, however, was in 14th century BCE: right here in Egypt.

“Could it be? Ouroboros?” said Rasima.

Almaekruna tilted her head. She smiled. “I like that name better. It feels more fitting for some reason. Anyways, down you go!”

Rasima was stuffed in head first. The sensation of cloying saliva matting her hair was repulsive, but it was only the start of things to come. The click of Ouroboros’s jaw as it unhinged had Rasima shuddering. Then came the first swallow.

Glurk

There was light from her flesh. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to see every grisly detail of that slimy throat as it squeezed and tugged on her face.

Glurk

She felt her arms go down up to her shoulders. She heard the sounds of the snake-woman’s stomachs: both of them. Ominous gurgles. Rasima had the macabre thought that it was good, in some sense, that her coworkers were already gone. Aside from their suffering being over, their screams didn’t add to this cacophony of horror.

Glurk

Only Rasima’s legs stuck out of the lamia’s mouth. She kicked them wildly to no avail. If anything, she just made the monster-gal salivate more giving how wet her ankles felt. The archaeologist's head passed through a spintcher now: she was heading to the tail gut. It was long, wide, and the walls shifted about while exuding some foul acid that stung her nose.

Glurk

Rasima’s entire upper body was in the tail. Every swallow had the tail tugging at her as well with those undulating, acidic walls. Her legs kicked in the throat. She tried to use her arms to scoot back up and resist the next swallow, but the tail muscles clenched the limbs tight to her body. The digestive fluids stung at her skin.

Glurk

Rasima was pushed deeper into the tail gut. Not a single part of her stuck out of it. She kicked at the sphincter behind her: again, pointless. That last tug of the inner muscles cracked her shoulders. She let out a scream.

Gurgle

The tail gut was ruthless. Not even 3 seconds after getting fully inside, it started constricting and crushing more of Rasima’s body. Every knead from those muscles tore off more of her acid-weakened flesh. The potencies of the fluids melted Rasima down before her very own eyes.

Bomp Bomp

Before Rasima died, she felt a bit of a nudge from the stomach-wall above her. The sound was Ouroboros giving the bulge she made a pat.

Gurgle

Rasima was gone, as were the others. Ouroboros had the entire camp to herself.

“Yum~” said the snake-woman, talking aloud to herself. She patted her tail again as she watched the bulge fade away and her onyx tail was back to its normal shape.

“Let’s see, that one human said something about a city: more of them lived there. Ah, first!”

The Ouroboros stretched her arms and let out a satisfied sigh. The tan naga’s body burgeoned up and out of the tent in an instant. The tarp collapsed against her body before she ripped it apart with her hands. She giggled.

The snake-woman stood about 50ft from head to tail tip now. She loomed over the whole camp

Her eyes settled on Rasima’s tent. “That was the leader’s quarters.”

She slithered over towards that smaller tent, leaving a furrow in the sand in the shape of her ivory-white underbelly. She peeled open the dwelling and took a quick look.

‘No food.’ she thought. Nevertheless, she tore the whole thing from its posts and stuffed in her gob. She had many powers, but unhinging her jaw if need be was one of the most useful to the only thing that mattered to her: eating.

Rasima’s journal, her possessions, and the tent itself quickly digested away. She put that meal towards more size immediately. She took another look around, and spotted more tents and a truck that the crew came in on.

‘Inorganic matter is a bit less filling, but if it’s here...’ thought the Ouroboros.

She consumed everything. The other tents, the remnants of the campfire from the other night. She grew all the while, and the only thing left was the truck. She had to unhinge her jaw for that, but she took it down with relative ease. No one but her heard the scraping sounds as her tail-stomach contorted it into a metal bolus.

It felt and sounded oh so satisfying.

With nothing left here, the Ouroboros moved south towards Cairo. Her speed at any scale was impressive, but her size had her zooming along faster than most vehicles. She was over 100ft by now. She traveled along the sands till she came to a road, then hung by that. The giant naga would lash her tail at cars passing by: some would even stop on their own accord to take pictures or gawk or call the authorities.

All were devoured. Her hunger had no end and there was no mercy for food. She was soon big enough that cars ceased to make a lump in her formidable tail. Soon, the naga became bold enough to slither on the road itself. The weight of her giant form had her tail tearing up the asphalt into a trench. Cars crashed into her body, not stopping in time and ending up sitting ducks for her greedy mitts to snatch up.

A short ways before the city, the now 200ft sized naga ran into some resistance in the form of military trucks. They were too little and too late, and like the rest became snacks. She penned them with a slam and a coil of her tail, then scooped them up and feasted one truck at a time. She finished off with the soldiers themselves. They fell into her gaping maw, breaking through bands of saliva and suffering in her tail-stomach while their comrades piled in.

Her height more than doubled from that feast. Ouroboros’s tail was big enough to slip off the road and wiggle up a few small sand clouds with its thrashings. It wasn’t intentional, though it did help obscure her advance somewhat.

She saw the city in the distance and smiled. Her supernatural hearing picked up the sounds of more cars. She could smell all the people in there; millions lived there. Millions of morsels awaited her alongside the metallic casings of buildings and vehicles they placed themselves in.

Ouroboros approached the edge of the city. Her tail’s every movement had the earth rumbling. She licked her lips at the spread before her.

Chapter 2: Cairo

The naked snake-woman was positively gargantuan. She stood over 500ft tall now, and loomed over the meager dwellings at the city’s edge. It was still early in the day, though the sun was bright and the clouds were few. The ray’s from above lit up her tan human form for all to see. The onyx-scaled top of her tail also soaked up its warmth and light greedily.

Her form looked perfect: a divine specimen. She had the allure of most men and some women as her red-gaze scanned over the treats before her. Indeed, that’s what most of the city residents thought from the few recordings that trickled in: that she was some Egyptian goddess, here to punish them or enact Armageddon. She would destroy them of course, but it’d be a byproduct of satisfying her appetites. Anyone who stared at those eyes long enough could see that unending hunger lurking within. There was no malice, nor desire to rule. Ouroboros just wanted feed.

Her stomachs, already empty again, rumbled.

She leaned down and wrapped her fingers around a small little apartment complex, maybe three floors in height. Once yanked up the floor of it gave away. Those on the ground floor were snatched up by her other hand and engulfed with ease.

Using her finger, she poked a hole in the building’s corner and pressed it to her lips. Her mouth covered the opening and she got to work devouring everyone and everything inside. Her tongue wiggled in to lick at the second floor. She snatched a few people that way. They were swallowed whole of course and went to her human stomach--a destination she consciously chose. There, they lasted a bit before the churnings had them splashing into her digestive fluids.

People were still holding out in there. Her hands shook the building up and down like a cereal box. That collapsed the next floor and sent another wriggling batch of residents down her throat. They piled onto the corpses of the other tenants.

The last floor was stubborn, but Ouroboros wouldn’t give up food so close to her face. She pursed her lips hard on that opening she made and sucked in with all her might. The force of her breath ripped open the last floor and took everyone else in, along with whatever possessions their apartments held. Indeed, as they slipped through the fleshy sphincter to her human-gut, covered in throat slime, many got injured by their TVs and sofas falling in after. Watching their possessions melt at their side added an extra tinge of despair for some. It symbolized how over everything now was.

“Ah~” she sighed.

“More.”

Ouroboros grew as she ate. It wasn’t entirely consistent how much or whether it was right away, but she always grew a bit. She tore through another two apartment complexes and burgeoned another 100ft in height. She reached a fourth and thrust her hand in it, not even ripping it up. She took a handful of morsels and gulped them down with haste. They had clumped together on the top floor for whatever reason, so it was all meat and cloth and fewer of the less-preferred TVs and furniture and the like.

She held them above her face. They begged, pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. They were food and heeding their words, even to bully them, was a distraction from her meal. The lamia was too peckish for that at the moment.

Savoring, however? That there was time for. Her tongue pressed them to her palate, popping one of them which made her grunt a bit; it was far better to have them alive and squirming. After that they were rubbed against her inner cheeks and lathered in more of her drool. On the outside, her face was utter delight! Her eyes closed to better taste her treats, and her coos and ‘Mmf’s echoed across this outermost city-block. The naga swallowed, and they were tugged along to that human-stomach of hers.

A few more handfuls tore the rest of the building to shreds. Ouroboros looked deeper into the city. These buildings were nice and all, but she wanted something bigger, something she could really feel going down. She found it in a tall skyscraper a few blocks over, and went there with haste.

The giant naga was always hungry, but when she slithered to a new target her digestion sometimes slowed. In a sense, it was like her body’s way of not punishing her too much for targeting more worthwhile prey. This had unfortunate consequences for those hundreds of people she just ate. Those latest meals, wailing and thrashing, in her gut found the acids tingling a little less. A false mercy indeed, as their skin was already so irritated that even just the acrid air in there stung like burns. About the only thing worse than to be melted by those acids was melting to them even slower.

The military thought themselves prepared for her, but they were wrong. She was no mere giant monster. The bulk of the forces were deeper in the city protecting the more wealthy districts, but a few helicopters flew Ouroboros’s way. They peppered her soft-brown skin with some bullets that, predictably, did nothing. They didn’t even draw her attention; their propellers did, though. Her ears twitched at their whooshing sounds and she turned towards them. Her hands snatched them at lightning speed and stuffed them into her mouth. The crumpled propellers and tails of the crafts reminded one of a frog with a crushed up fly in its lips. Her tongue slipped out to rope them in properly.

As unassailable as her skin was, her tail seemed even tougher. She paid no attention to the infrastructure in her path as she slithered along. Each of her movements had her tail wagging and wiggling. Its black-scaled exterior slammed into buildings at her sides, rending them to rubble. Anything at her front got steamrolled by her ivory-white underbelly. Though that flesh was softer, it still easily withstood and smashed anything in its path. A couple trucks fired artillery at her from the end of a street. The buildings on either side of that road collapsed against a tail wide enough to creep even into the adjacent streets. She didn’t even look down at them before that thick scaly muscle overtook them. They exploded against her underbelly as a bit of warmth, and when those hundreds of feet of tail finally slithered past them, whatever was left in her wake was flattened junk.

The snake-woman at last reached her target: a squarish skyscraper shining a bright white in the glow of the sun. As Ouroboros came to a rest, the people still living in her human-gut got a break from all that bouncing around, only for her digestion to ramp up again. Many braved their way through melted humanity and pools of acids to reach her stomach walls. They pounded their fists there, screaming and yelling in hopes of hurting the monster-woman or getting her to spit them up. The lamia set her hand on her taut tummy to give it a pat, knocking them back. She didn’t want to, all their fidgeting and strugglings felt nice. But, she wanted to focus for now.

Ouroboros stood 1000ft from tail to tip, but this building was big. She leaned in close to it and gave it a short sniff. Her long black locks curtained over the edifice's outside to block out light. The poor people inside shivered as they listed to that exaggerated, booming inhale.

‘Thousands’ she thought to herself. ‘There are thousands in there’.

First thing she did was coil around the building. It was smaller than her, as were all the buildings here if she stretched up enough. So, it was less a real coil and more just sliding her tail tip around the thing to stop the morsels from running out. All those on the lower floors could look out at a slightly undulating tail. Every little twitch of it tore up the surrounding concrete of the lot nearby.

Next, she set her lips to the top of the building and opened wide. The building shook as her teeth nicked its roof. She huffed. It was as expected: a bit too wide for her mouth as is. Not a problem. Just like with the people at that camp, she unhinged her jaw. Here, she only needed to do it a little bit. The people inside heard a small click noise.

And then swallows.

Ouroboros set her palms on either side of the building to help lift it up. This had those on the middle floors getting a good view of the intricate wrinkles of her palms. However, for the most part she ate the structure by leaning down to move her maw along it. The lamia was incredibly flexible, even with her slender, fit human-half. The less she had to lift the structure, the less chance there was of killing any of the snacks inside before they could squirm in her gut proper.

The windows on the top floor were first obscured by her hair as it draped forward, then came her mouth. They were the first floors to enter that maw of hers. They no longer saw the city through their executive suites here, but instead got a view of her slick mouth flesh. As her lips shifted around the building, the inside of her cheeks squished and squelched at the windows. Occasionally they’d crack, but such a puny thing as a shard of glass couldn’t hurt even her softer, inner flesh.

Down one side of the building, towards the middle windows of those upper floors, was her tongue. The bumpy papillae of its crimson surface flattened slightly against the glass and steel exterior. As she kept swallowing, saliva dripped down from her mouth to trickle down the building. It was a hint to the others on the lower levels of what was to come; it was a hint of how absolutely thrilled she was to swallow them all down. Naturally, everyone tried to run down to the bottom floors to live longer, but the stairwell was crowded, and the snake-woman’s eager gulps and hand squeezes jostled rubble here and there which blocked pathways down. Her tail still blocked the exit.

One brave soul jumped out a window on one of the lower floors to land on her tail. He aim to slip down its scales to the ground. He succeeded in landing alive, but broke his legs. Worse still, she noticed, and just moved her fingers to pinch him up. In the process, she popped his legs right off. It wasn’t on purpose; she was a bit big, after all. Still, he lived as she just nudged him back inside one of the upper floors to be eaten in time. After witnessing that, no one else tried to escape that way.

Soon the upper end of the skyscraper was in her throat. The view at those executive levels was now of her rippling esophagus, with all its slimy, muscular contractions. Everyone could hear the bending of steel; they heard the tear and crumbling of girders and the crashing of smashed glass. It was all layered beneath that boomy, throaty gulping.

Half the skyscraper was in her throat, then three quarters. With only an eight of the building left outside, she dug her fingers beneath its foundation and lifted it up. Facing the sky, eyes closed, she finished her meal. In just a few more swallows it was all the way inside her throat, and she sighed with satisfaction.

The thousands of morsels inside wished it was dark in her body, but no such mercy awaited. They were heading towards her tail gut of course, as her human gut couldn’t fit them. They saw every bit of the journey through whatever windows weren’t crushed and whatever light her flesh gave off. Of course, the building got all dented and crumpled a bit getting tugged down. At one point, her throat squeezed so tightly it contorted a hole in the building itself. No windows needed there to see outwards into that roiling throat flesh.

The people huddled together for comfort and safety. Their survival instincts had them trying to stay alive. Ouroboros’s body wanted them alive as well. She wanted them in her stomach, then they could die fidgeting about for her pleasure. As such, the muscle worked slower than usual, dragging their fateful journey on and on. Still, a few people stood in the wrong spot and get hit by falling debris. A couple even hung out by the corners of their floor and got crushed when the peristalsis of the flesh-tunnel crumpled those corners: the people alongside. Their screams were silenced by the sounds of smushed steel.

The building entered the tail-gut head first. There was plenty of room length wise in here, and even width, but her digestive system didn’t give them much breathing room. The walls of flesh here kneaded at the building just enough to mash everyone inside. Through the broken windows and other holes in the overturned skyscraper, juices pooled in. It was like a horror movie with her enzymes playing the role of some sort of liquid monster. They slipped in from everywhere. Melted steel dripped from above onto their heads. It was now that they could escape this concrete and metal deathtrap, but that just brought them out to the squishy, fleshy floor of the tail stomach. Like the walls, the floors were lined with juices and not at all hospitable. Their shoes melted here, then their legs as they inevitably fell over from the tumultuous muscular contractions.

Her voice echoed, muffled through the tail flesh.

“Aaaah~”

Her satisfaction contrasted with their screams of agony. It wasn’t too long before they were liquefied by her juices.

Chapter 3: Middle

Ouroboros stretched her tan arms to the sky. She let out another, even boomier sigh as she grew.

“Aaaaaaah~”

That warm, stretchy feeling of growth felt amazing to her. Still, nothing rivaled the sensation of eating, nor feeling her prey faff about her in her gut. On that note, she found herself hungry yet again. Thankfully there was still so much left for her to enjoy.

The military was retreating. They planned to ambush her elsewhere. Other security forces in the city joined the civilians in panicking, hiding or fleeing. This meant the rest of the city was hers to enjoy. Her own buffet. The titanic naga slithered up to a dense cluster of city blocks and dived right in.

At over half-a-mile, her hips were more than 600 feet wide and the thickest parts of her tail was around that width itself. So, more than half a block crumbled beneath her ivory-underbelly as she flopped down atop it. Her tail swayed, sweeping away swaths of city and life as she giggled with glee. The crumpled buildings felt nice beneath her naked front which, too, flopped over a city block further up. Her left tit smashed itself into an empty stadium on the left and her right took care of small side buildings.

Up ahead was an area of city low in buildings but high in people. It had a bunch of small shops, and was a pretty popular area. City officials thought it might be a safer place to hold out, as they thought the smaller buildings wouldn’t get her attention. They didn’t account for just how keen those red eyes of hers were. She zoomed in on the mobs. In the process, her spherical black pupils slimed to a slit-shape for just a moment: much like an actual snake’s.

She wanted all of them. She wanted it all in her belly. Ouroboros slithered forward, pursed her lips, and sucked.

The lamia tilted her head to aim her breath, which sucked with far more force than any building could resist, let alone a human. All those tiny shops flew into her mouth. She was large enough now that they fit right in: no jaw unhinging needed. A woman was torn from her lover by the fierce gal. Her wife hung onto a nearby street pole, watching powerlessly till she, too, was inhaled alongside the post she gripped for dear life.

It wasn’t long till that block was gone. Another satisfied sigh hit the air as did another set of gurgles from her still hungry guts. She moved onto the next block almost immediately, then the next one.

Ouroboros slithered with efficiency. She pounced at buildings to slurp them up. Her hands dug into the city’s foundation to take buildings, people, and road-chunks up in bite sized, compact clumps. And, of course, she kept growing. Buildings tall as that white one she gulped earlier were now only as thick and long as a stick of pepperoni. Sirens blared, screams echoed. Buildings crumbled and the ground quaked. Yet, it was the naga’s gulps, gurgles, and giggles that stood out most among the symphony of chaos.

The military realized they made a mistake letting her have the city. She reached one mile fast, then two then four. Her tail was lumped with buildings, yet the bulges shrank fast as her body kept making room for more. As before, her form grew in proportion. Her beauty and the slender nature of her monstrous form continued to belie an intense, unending hunger.

They sent in some jets with incendiary bombs, but they did nothing to her. They thought her a force of nature. They were wrong. She was more. She was a force fundamental to the universe itself. Cairo fell with ease. Right down her throat, in fact.

Over 10 miles tail-to-tip, she patted her tail gut before looking around. There was a city not too far from here: Giza. It was only a few km away, just a bit of slithering.

‘More.’, she thought.

Between her and Giza city was the Egyptian military: or much of it. They had planned to to ambush her here earlier, but what seemed like a hopeful stand was now more of a swan song. Tanks, trucks, soldiers, and artillery were all lined up in a great clump of green, grey and brown on the road.

Their commanders gave them the option to flee, as the entire nation tried to now, but the men and women refused. They were gonna die anyways, after all. They knew that well. Might as well go down fighting.

The force caught her attention, and she smiled. She spoke to the humans directly for the first time in quite awhile.

“For me?” she boomed. She clenched her fingers into one another and held them close to her bosom. Perhaps she really did think them a gift.

They hit her with everything they had. It amounted to their expectations: nothing. She was bulletproof, rocket proof, and overall invincible through and through. There was more to her power than just being big. As she slithered carefully towards them, the earth quaked enough for sand storms to whip up and for rifts to tear at the upper-most layers of the ground. A bit of her underbelly was displayed as she moved, as she used the strength of her tail to keep her human-half upright.

She leaned down towards them. Her hand slammed into the suburbs and sands miles from their standoff point. She opened wide.

“Aaaaa~”

Her maw was thousands of feet tall and a hundreds of feet wider than that. Her tongue slipped out over a thousand feet in length and licked them right up. Not a single volley of theirs blemished the soft brown skin of her face.

An entire army, defeated with just a flick of her tongue. Well, the fight didn’t exactly end there. Lots of those vehicles were operational when they reached her human-stomach. They fired wildly at the towering walls. The shots only managed to blast some of the stomach slime and juices down from above, hastening their demise.

Well, that and make a little bit of gas.

Ouroboros lifted her hand to her mouth and let out a ‘cute’ little belch. She giggled to herself, then focused on the city of Giza which was now in view.

The city of Giza, not to be confused with the Great Pyramid, was the third largest city in Egypt. Millions of people dwelled within its area which, to the ginormous naga, was about a TV tray in size.

Her mouth watered. From the grey sprawl came missiles which burst against her tail’s underbelly as pinpricks of light. They weren’t even noticed as she dug her hands into the spread. Scores of buildings and hundreds of thousands of people at a time, she fed. The masses were confined in her palms in claustrophobic clumps of city and earth, then stuffed into her mouth to be gulped in a time too fast for them to process her sheer enormity.

She had spent perhaps an hour in Cairo, but it only took her a few seconds to finish off Giza. It was split between her normal gut and tail-stomach, briefly, before both quickly gurgled it away.

The lamia grew again. Her tail dug deep into the surrounding sands by its weight alone. The quakes she made could be heard for hundreds of miles, and the snake-woman herself was now dozens of miles tail-tip-to-head. She moved west towards Libya. Her path took her through the Giza Pyramid Complex deeper in the desert not too far from the city she just ingested. Those wonders of the world burst beneath the ivory expanse of her onyx tail’s underbelly. Those monuments were ancient, but she was both older and beyond them. To her, it was more dust: more sand. She thought nothing of it.

At her height, her head broached some clouds. They tickled her nose, and she giggled before slurping them up like any other meal. They were watery, airy, and not all that filling.

North of Ouroboros was the Mediterranean Sea. She felt like crossing it as beyond it she heard and smelled more densely packed meals than this current country had to offer her. Of course, as she moved to the sea she reached down to scoop up any cities or villages are on her way. If it was large enough to catch her eye and looked human made, she took the time to eat it.

To cross the sea was a distance longer than the naga was tall, but Ouroboros was big and fast enough to circumnavigate the globe in mere minutes without breaking a sweat. The body of water and all it ships hardly had any depth to it either. She figured that out when her tail first slid into it.

Surveillance from jets and satellites showed her slither back towards Libya. They couldn’t figure out why.

Until she lowered her body down into the sea, that is.

The lamia pursed her lips at the water’s surface and drank. All the abandoned or trapped sea vessels were drawn up with the sea into her mouth and down her gullet. There was even some combined navel forces posted there: mere food as well. The water’s salinity didn’t seem to both her. It was something to swallow down and add to her mass, which it did. All the cities still digesting in her guts now found themselves drowning at the torrential water pouring in. She drank so much even her tail gut stored some. Soon, it was absorbed, as were the cities from the northern bits of Africa.

She moved over newly shallower waters into Italy, even bigger now. Rome was the size of a plate of food when she got to it, and it caught her hungry gaze just the same. Down it went as she slithered north still.

She looped west to France and gorged herself there. Not even forests were safe from her now, and she ripped up vast swaths of woodlands and nature alongside cities and millions of lives. When she first reached Germany, she swallowed down yet another city. Her throat worked it towards her human-gut, but its there she realized a minor kerfuffle. Ouroboros was so focused on her hunger that she over-packed her human-stomach a bit. When her body tried to squeezed it through that ring of flesh leading in, the lack of space ended up with the city--and its hundreds of thousands of lives--just getting crushed by the spintcher in question.

The naga giggled. She was a bit amused, but decided to make some room just in case she messed that up again. The walls of that normal tummy rippled and churned as the densely packed civilizations within rumbled. The muscles squeezed just a few cities upwards, back up that fleshy ring into her esophagus again. She wasn’t spitting them back up of course: that’d be gross, and a waste of food! She just got a few cities and several million lives back into her esophagus so they could be moved down it deeper and all the way to her tail gut.

She gave her taut abdominal region a pat, shaking the walls for those morsels within. It felt less stiff now, though the area was just as fit looking as before. Unlike with her tail, her human-gut would crush up whatever’s inside before letting it self show a bulge or get distended.

Germany was plucked and licked clean. All that was left of the country were uprooted forests, uplifted cities, and miles-long trails of saliva many meters deep.

As she glutted, she grew. She slithered just a few inches, from her perspective, towards Denmark proper. That entire landmass was now something she could scoop up in her hands.

So she did.

Chapter 4: Planets

Across the globe everyone’s eyes were on their screens watching this: except for the citizens of Denmark proper, who need only look to the sky to see Ouroboros.

The snake-woman was a monolith to them. Her fingers curled over a chunk of Earth upon which rested Denmark and all the millions of people living there. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, fanning over her lips and letting loose a drop of drool that fell onto a tiny patch of grey. That city and its thousands of lives were all washed away in a tide of cloying, thick spittle.

She didn’t even notice it as she took a big chomp out of the world. Her mouth filled their sky. Her teeth bisected their mountains. She bit only to break off chunks. Ouroboros's snake natures had her abhor chewing despite those human-like teeth she had.

The country disappeared down her throat to stew in her tail gut. She reached down to pick up the other nearby bits of the nation, as it wasn’t one landmass of course. The bits she could reach nearby were smaller, and swallowed down with even greater ease.

She grew again. The lamia was already big enough to see the curvature of the Earth. Her head was in space, but she grew further still. Her ivory underbelly expanded into Sweden. Millions were crushed by the expanding muscle. She gasped in horror: not at the humanity of it, but at wasting so much food. She reached down and uprooted the rest of the country, dislocating her jaw to scarf it down.

At this point it was too difficult to try and keep the humans alive, so she didn’t. If they reached her tail-gut intact, all the better, but she had reached the point where humans were hardly seasoning, let alone meals in their own right.

Norway was to the left: the main part, at least. She coiled around it with her tail, cracking it a bit before passing it up to her mouth. Soon as she swallowed the last of Sweden, she sent that country down her gullet as well.

Another spurt of growth. She was easily visible form space. She slithered about the planet like a worm on an apple.

Ouroboros wanted a cooler treat, so she hopped into the Atlantic ocean and moved towards Greenland. The ocean was scarcely a pool or puddle to her. She dipped her nation-ending hands into the water to scoop up islands along the way. More treats for her.

Greenland was a cold, icy landmass. She wrapped her arms around its southern tip to lift it right up and thrust it into her unhinged jaw. It was cool against her tongue and throat: a novel sensation and flavor to her. The naga wanted it all inside her, so she ate faster than usual. Ice broke with every gulp. The swallowing motions of her throat cracked mountains and ages-old glaciers alike. The country existed as a bulge in that onyx-tail’s gut for just a moment till it fully melted down. The cool waters of the land warmed fast awash in her gut-heat. The following sigh traveled around the world.

She grew yet again. In the process the tip of her tail tore into much of Canada. The lamia quickly slithered north out of the way so as to not completely destroy that meal. She was almost as big as the planet now. Soon she’d depart it, but just one more treat would do. With her tail coiled around the North Pole, she lunged down at North America.

The continent fired its entire volley of nuclear weaponry, but it did nothing. She was beyond reproach from her food. She dragged her world-ending tongue across the continent’s surface and licked the landmass clean. Afterwards, she dug her hands beneath and thrust it all in her mouth. Cuba and the other south eastern territories she just scooped up and swallowed down like mints.

It was time to leave this world. She couldn’t eat the planet while atop it, after all. She bunched up her tail, coiling it up before working that powerful muscle like a spring to launch herself off the sphere’s surface. That resulting quake would take care of the world on its own in some time, but that was time she would not offer.

The naga grew, defying the earth’s gravity while using some unknown power to suppress the own tug her celestial scale form should make. The planet hovered in front of her like a ripe peach. Her mouth watered. She let out a sigh of delight at just the thought of feeling it slip down her throat. The resulting exhale of humid breath washed over the world: sweet and cloying. It ripped up much of the planet’s atmosphere, but they wouldn’t need it for long.

She opened wide, unhinging her jaw once more to make sure she could swallow the Earth without issue. Her upper lips wrapped around the world. Her cheeks squelched against it. Her tongue danced at its surface, savoring the diverse flavors and textures the lush sphere had to offer. Her taste buds made craters as they dug into the crust.

She swallowed. The world went down her throat to her now empty human gut. She rested her hand on her stomach and felt the very planet she slept in once melt away.

Ouroboros wasn’t done. There were still many delights, even here in this star system. The naga turned to the sun: it offered promise, but it was very big. She could feel it try to tug at her with its gravity, but she refused to yield to it. She had powers: vast powers. Yet, she didn’t even think of them unless they kept her satisfying her hunger. Now, she needed one: speed.

She turned towards Mars with her hyper senses and moved towards it. The naga traveled through the void of space much as a snake would through water: by waggling and wiggling her tail. She went far faster than anything that big had a right to, though, and it was mere seconds till she was upon that red world.

It was an arid, dusty world scarcely the size of plum to her. She set her hand behind it and nearly destroyed it that way, but it was intact enough to be gulped down nonetheless. That aridity translated towards a slightly spicy flavor.

From there she moved on to Jupiter. This planet was big: bigger than her, even. But it was gaseous, and so she imbibed it like fairy floss. Its fluffy mass filled her tail gut only briefly before the wisps of it dissolved. She finished its core and grew past its size. That made the other outer planets--Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune--even simpler treats. They disappointed her even, with how unfilling they were.

The naga moved towards the sun with laser focus and intense speed. Mercury and Venus simply burst against her tan bosom as she traveled towards the star. Her mouth watered.

As big as she was, the star was bigger. Like Jupiter though, it wasn’t solid. She could suck it right up. The lamia set her lips at its surface. The heat was immense, enough to scorch planets to black char, but it didn’t even make her sweat. She drunk up its plasma, growing all the while. Once her tail was near full with bulges of star-matter, she took a break, let the mass dissolve, then went in for more.

Within a few minutes Ouroboros grew to more than a quarter of the star’s size. Then, she dived right in. She drank it up from within just like the stew from the camp a day ago. She swam within, opening wide to fill her stomachs, though still having to pause now and then. Her body had to leave the star eventually though: it grew too big to stay within it. At this point, she drank the rest of it like soup.

Her tail bulges dispersed fast. Her fullness was fleeting. That familiar thought danced in her head again.

‘More.’

The naga was still hungry, but there was more. She would have more.

She would eat it all.

Chapter 5: The End

The Ouroboros didn’t warp around the cosmos, but she traveled so fast there was wasn’t much difference in speed. She choose this means of travel cause it allowed her to devour whatever planets or stars were in her path.

She had a next meal in mind: thousands of light years away though still within the confines of this galaxy. By now the naga dwarfed a star in size about twice over, so she had no problem swallowing down whatever was in her path. She’d make minor detours, turning slightly to get another star along her trajectory. The lamia just opened wide and scarfed it all down: planets, stars, and whatever.

Ouroboros’s target wasn’t a star system, but a region of space between galactic arms. It was there two great empires choose to battle in an interstellar conflict ages old. Each side held armies trillions strong. They weaponized planets and entire stars. This particular fight had been going for hundreds of years, as each of the two species had long since attained biological immortality.

Yet, even their most advanced tech failed to gleam the celestial leviathan coming their way. The naga was too fast. One second she wasn’t visible, then the next she coiled her tail around the entire battle-space.

She held still long enough for their sensors to get a bigger picture of her, though not long enough for them to analyze it. Her hunger egged her on, and she swung her maw open and dived into the center of the chaotic throng. Countless war-planets and war-stars vanished down her throat. The metal-clad star-weapons were the shiniest and most delicious treats. They caught her eye and dictated where she’d dive next. Mid-fight, the two sides figured this out and sent their star-constructs onto their opponent’s sides to try and get this new variable to work in their favor. Sadly, they both had the same idea.

Their little game did get a giggle out of her though. Her mirth rattled the hulls of their fleets and weaponized worlds, but they resisted destruction to her booming voice.

She moved faster than they could hope to fathom. Even their biggest planets were dwarfed by one of her smooth onyx scales. She did her best to keep them intact as she fed, but her hunger got the better of her and many of the fleet ships in particular burst against her jet-black strands of head hair, or from an excited wiggle of her tail.

Fleets and planets perished against ropes of her spittle. That was the first danger, but if they made it past that they usually lasted long enough to pass through her throat and settle in her tail-gut. The grudge didn’t end in her insides, though. The planet and star constructs still floated there, as though in space. The battle’s backdrop of stars changed to that of incomprehensibly large, rippling walls of flesh.

The two sides fought to the bitter end, trying to dodge the droplets of acid in order to get the last laugh over their longtime rivals. Reinforcements kept coming as Ouroboros kept eating. This kept turning the tide of war one way or the other: back and forth. Both sides tried to maneuver towards the very end of the tail to make way for more of their allies at the stomach’s entrance.

Soon, there were none of the empire’s forces left outside her tail-gut. In the end, both sides lost as only star-weapons were left, one on each side, and both got smashed as her tail-stomach smashed them to pieces with a surprise kneading motion. It happened deep in the digestive organ at its end. The muscular walls had no issues crushing those advanced alien alloys like foil.

With all those meals dissolved, Ouroboros let out a great booming coo. She rubbed her hands over her naked human-half, delighting in the tingling, stretching sensation of growth.

She opened her eyes when it finished and gazed at a chunk of a galactic arm. It looked very appealing, but she needed to start at its end to fit it in her mouth. She slithered through space towards that goal.

The texture of the galaxy hit her tongue: wispy star soup in the shape of a noodle. She wrapped her lips about it and moved her body along. She never needed to unhinge her jaw; instead, she simply grew large enough to continuing taking in the galactic arm as its width grew towards the core. She engulfed more empires, and countless lone star systems. Individually, they were nothing, but together they made an airy treat which tingled her tongue ever so pleasantly.

Ouroboros reached the singularity-core of the Milky Way and just slurped it right up. The taste was so sublime that she couldn’t help but swish her tail to and fro. Quadrillions of lives dashed to dust in a flash against her smooth scales and under belly.

The rest of the Milky Way was imbibed with ease. She zipped over to Andromeda and did much the same, only bigger now and more efficient at indulging her appetites. She repeated with all the other major galaxies. Each time they seemed smaller compared to her. Andromeda was about a plate in size, then the one after that was a small dish. Soon they were the size of almonds.

Before too long she dealt with the containing super cluster itself: Laniakea. She dashed through it at an incomprehensible speed. Each pass had the lamia gulping down dozens or hundreds of galaxies. She was like a shark swimming through a school of minnows, only the ‘fish’ didn’t move. It was too easy, yet when she finished the last galaxy contained within in, Ouroboros thought of a way to make this all even easier.

Why should she keep going to her food when she could bring it here, to her? That was her thought and she acted on it.

With her size in the hundreds of megaparsecs, she opened wide and inhaled. Of course one couldn’t breathe in space normally, but her powers changed that. It would help the naga consume if she could, so she did.

She sucked in everything. Nothing was safe. Her force pulled in local groups, vast galactic clusters and even nebulae from billions of light years away. It all went into her mouth and down her throat.

Even the most advanced species couldn’t comprehend their fates here. Her inner flesh was too vast. Her immensity had her tail gut unused here, as everything could fit in her normal stomach and dissolve with more than enough time to make way for the other space stuff. Small as her celestial meals were, the bits of acid within the air of her gut sufficed to melt them down.

There wasn’t even a crumb of dust in the vast universe. Ouroboros loomed giga parsecs in size. It was enough that, if she stretched, she could tug at the vary boundaries of the cosmos itself.

So she did.

She reached out with her hands and grabbed at the universe’s border. The naga stuffed it into her mouth, and the way it warped in protest reminded her of those tent she ate one Earth day ago. The entire universe and all its billions of light years of space now rested in her tail gut. All of space-time made just the slightest bulge in her tail for the briefest moment before getting digested like any other meal.

It was just that tan naga now, alone in all reality. There was only enough ‘space’ here for her body, and it moved and disappeared with the motions of her body. The edges of the pseudo-space felt like dry jelly at her skin.

Again, she had that urge. That thought.

‘More.’

She set her hand on her taut tummy and frowned. It grumbled. She had eaten it all and still wasn’t satisfied.

Ouroboros took her tail tip in her hand and rubbed at it, trying to distract from that unyielding hunger. She wiggled it, giggling. She noticed her mouth water a bit.

Surely a lick couldn’t hurt? Just a taste? The naga wondered how her smooth scales would feel against her tongue. She wondered how her tail would feel wiggling down her throat, and how her throat would feel squeezing at her tail.

Ouroboros bent the appendage towards her mouth. She didn’t need her hands to work the prehensile tail into her maw. She slipped it into her throat, then swallowed. She tasted delicious, and wanted more, so she swallowed again, then again. She possessed powers beyond comprehension in her current state, so she encountered no physical barriers to eating herself.

Soon, her entire scaly appendage was within its own gut, but she wanted more still. She gulped down her waist, then up to her bosom with arms at her side going down. Finally, she swallowed her own head.

Ouroboros existed now as a single point within which rested all she had eaten: everything. All was one within her, and still she hungered. This infinitesimal point struggled to eat itself, vibrating at intense speeds till, at last, it exploded in another Big Bang.

Space and time reemerged. Over billions of years, the galaxies would reform much as they were before. In more time still, Earth would return as well. Deep in that planet’s crust, so too would Ouroboros. As before, she’d rest till unearthed again.

The cycle had began anew.

Fin