Lisa Simpson was rather upset with how poorly the Simpsons’ new pet was being fed. Being an elephant, Stampy needed a lot more than just peanuts! Lisa knew she could scrounge up a much better meal for the ill-fed pachyderm. As a result, she gathered up a platter of delectable vegetables she knew would be good for an elephant’s diet, sourcing from several neighborly donations door-to-door, and prepared a big tasty platter for their largest pet. “That’ll do!” she said to herself, everybody else in the home fast asleep due to the hour. The summer evening still had plenty of night to it, letting Lisa put the finishing touches on the meal without any lights.

Satisfied, Lisa hefted the platter with both hands and carefully headed out the back door, closing it behind her. “Staaaampy!” she called gently, spying the elephant near the treehouse. The girl walked up to the giant elephant rear facing her and beyond while petting to his thick hide. “Stampy, dinnertime! And, wow, you do sound hungry!” A loud stomach growl rumbled out under Lisa’s palm which nearly made her drop the food. She just made it around to the hungry elephant’s head and settled the platter down by his trunk. “This is all I could find on short notice, boy, but this is bound to be better than all those peanuts you’ve been eating!” Stampy peeked down at the offering and licked his lips. Everything he saw looked positively scrumptious! Lisa felt the trunk glide over her head and rub her cheek some. She giggled. “Aw, no need to thank me. Just eat up!”

And eat Stampy did. He openly drooled, adding a sticky dressing atop the veggies and a glistening slime to Lisa’s head. “H-hey, careful Stampy!” she cautioned, silently going “ick” at the viscous fluid now running down her cheek. The hungry elephant greedily scooped his trunk down and around the heaping pile of vegetation… and Lisa Simpson’s legs! “Wahhh! Hey! Stampy! Put me down!” Lisa couldn’t help but get thrown onto the big plate of food, landing belly-first across the bed of lettuce that lined the top of it all. Before Lisa could pick herself up the trunk all about her tightened and bound her up along with the entire platter. “No! No Stampy! You’re not supposed to eat me! Elephants are herbivores!”

Stampy didn’t seem to care. His trunk easily lifted the entire contents of the plate, Lisa Simpson included, up towards his mouth. Lisa gasped when the large mammal’s maw fell open, flat teeth shimmering in the evening light along with the thick elephant tongue gliding out to receive his meal. Lisa struggled and pounded at the trunk, gawking inward towards the yawning gullet. “No Stampy! Don’t eat me!” Lisa clenched her eyes shut when the bulk of the vegetables were tossed into the yawning maw, grey lips crunching closed right in front of her face! Lisa peeked open at the sound, then sighed in relief as the elephant diligently chewed up and swallowed down most of the veggies. Although the girl did cringe as the loud GLPs were a little too close for comfort. “Phew… Good boy, Stampy. Now just put me down...”

Despite Lisa’s commands, however, Stampy didn’t let go. She found various bits of vegetation still stuck to her dress, leaves In her hair, and slimy bits of elephant drool and squished tomato juice squirted down her front. “Eww!” she exclaimed, trying to brush it off and not even noticing Stampy going for another bite. It wasn’t until Lisa felt a hot breath waft over her that she saw into the elephant gullet once more, and this time her head was slipping beyond the threshold of the flat jaws. “Yahhhh!!!” Lisa kicked and flailed her arms wildly but couldn’t stop the trunk from ushering her chubby form into the dripping elephant mouth. Saliva-soaked elephant lips closed and pursed around her middle, forcing a squeaky scream from Lisa. When they sealed Lisa’s dress immediately became matted in sticky saliva while leaving her chubby legs and white panties dangling below an elephant trunk. A big leaf or two stuck out beside her, gloppy slobber pouring out and around her. “No! D-don’t eat me Stampy! I’m not your food!” The elephant’s eyes were closed in bliss as his tongue ran over Lisa and about her dress, the girl’s legs barely managing to kick. Stampy chewed the vegetation to bits all around Lisa with her body stuck to the slobbery tongue as she squealed into the gullet the mashed-up food was getting swallowed into. GLK! GLP! ULP...

Stampy elicited more terrified cries out from Lisa when he guided his trunk up between her legs. Lisa felt a tight wedgie forming in her panties when the trunk pushed against her chubby butt, a crevice making itself known among the fabric. Stampy kept his jaws locked around Lisa and pushed with his trunk, the girl whining and crying out not to be eaten with her head now pressed to the smelly throat. Her plush rear squished harshly against the nearly-sealed lips when Stampy applied more pressure. Lisa kicked her legs harder but could hit nothing but air and only sent Stampy’s slobber flicking every direction. Stampy didn’t seem to mind, though, making noises of enjoyment while working his jaws about his plump more-than-veggies meal. Elephant lips bounced against her flabby butt, which was the only thing saving the rest of her from being chewed up by the heavy teeth not quite connecting inside those jaws. Thick drool poured down Lisa’s dress and butt cheeks, drenching her legs and dribbling off her shoes. “O-oh please let me go...” Lisa whimpered, grossed out at the big tongue thrashing across her body over and over. Stampy’s lips noisily smacked each time they parted, thick lines of drool keeping them connected with the bunched-up panties protruding from his maw and the girl’s rump barely restrained within them. 

“No! No! Don’t eat me noooo!” Lisa squealed as her limp legs were pressed together. With a thick schlrrrrrrrp, Lisa’s protruding butt and legs were slurped into the entirety of Stampy’s mouth. Lisa whimpered then squealed when the entire world got dark, wet, and squishy, teeth firmly preventing an oral exit. Stampy’s tongue slathered over Lisa’s face and head, down her dress, and across her now-available butt, Stampy’s cheeks bulging out with what he thought was a most-enjoyable meal!

Lisa’s muffled cries to be let out were silenced for good when her head plunged into the yawning gullet. Without hesitation Stampy swallowed her whole with a squelching NNGLURK. A very Lisa Simpson-shaped bulge sank down Stampy’s neck while Stampy loudly smacked and licked his lips. The protesting bulge receded, then jostled the elephant belly slightly when Lisa slurch’d into his stomach. Stampy flicked his tail idly and shook his head about, letting loose a leaf still dangling from his mouth and feeling full. Lisa found herself mushed about chewed-up vegetables, peanuts, gallons of water, and slimy stomach fluids, barely able to move among it all. “Oh my God! Stampy ate me! Heeellllp! Somebody help meeeee!” Lisa whined, trying but failing to overpower the noisy glorrrrrrns from the slimy stomach. Stampy himself just yawned and smacked his lips, before settling down to sleep his omnivorous meal off. His master was nowhere to be found and it’d been a long day of being chained up in the Simpsons’ yard, after all, and with a heavy meal digesting away in his belly he felt quite sleepy.

Lisa yelled when she was tossed about like a salad, bits of greens and partially-digested mush sloppily flowing all about her. She ended up on her back, up to her ears in the combined fluids of the stomach and feeling the weight of the elephant crushing from above. Her limbs lay splayed and the stinking gurgling fluids only seemed to grow. The belly walls massaged all about her, pressing against Lisa’s middle, head, butt, legs, everywhere. She groaned out and began hyperventilating in panic, whimpering in the blackness of the stomach. “No… Please!” she groaned, just before the massing stomach acids and more completely coated her body. Her last bubbling pleads didn’t even make it beyond the thick elephant hide, only soft churns flowing throughout the Simpsons’ back yard that night.

Stampy’s digestive system was as efficient as ever. The vegetable platter and Lisa Simpson alike were digested away over the course of the next couple days. There wasn’t a sign of Lisa Simpson that anyone could find, mostly due to nobody looking hard enough: On a morning several days after Stampy had eaten Lisa Simpson alive, he let out a soft belch, throwing out a few yellow hairs along with a few white pearls and a tattered, unrecognizable set of panties. The whole bouquet of digestion was drizzled with some surviving pieces of an orange dress, the entire thing blending into the menagerie of random junk that was always a part of the Simpson home.

Stampy had acquired quite the taste for meat and healthy greens that evening, thanks to Lisa Simpson, though he dimly remembered his first combined meal. The plump juicy flavors of the Simpson girl combined with the fresh vegetables would never be topped!