Melonball’s Experimental Simpson Snack
By Lutro
Oral Vore Ending – A Fitting Meal
The plump yoshi’s thick tail wagged to peek from one side of her protruding, sagging stomach to the other. The languid licks Melonball took that drizzled drool down onto Lisa told her all she need to know: She was yoshi chow unless she took matters into her own hands! With a cry Lisa sat up and shoved with all her might against the dangling dome of a belly before her. To her horror, her hands merely sank into the plush yoshi hide, feeling an eager grumble emanate from within and jostling it some, but otherwise leaving the yoshi un-moved. She heard a chuckle that made her shiver, her eyes peering up to see a bemused yoshi slowly opening her jaws. The yawning mouth exuded stale breath and additional saliva dribbling down, some landing on her own belly, most on Lisa. The girl let out a pitiful squeal when that yoshi tongue – at first swirling about in the maw – extended downward. That scream caught in Lisa’s throat when the tongue snapped to life around her, binding arms to her sides and gripping tightly about her shoulders. She cringed when the bulbous tongue tip slithered around her cheek and across her ear, unable to tear her eyes away from the frighteningly-large orifice presented to her.

And then the tongue pulled.

A fresh squeal escaped Lisa’s lips when she was hefted up, dragged against the pudgy belly she was destined to enter and then up into the toothless dinosaur maw. “Yaahhh–” CHOMP! Melonball snapped her wet jaws down and around the girl, lips pursed around her middle and squeezing tenderly. Lisa cried out and begged for the yoshi to spit her out, but the jaws didn’t budge. Her hands flexed and her bare feet, now off the ground, kicked against the pudgy, malleable yoshi gut fruitlessly. Melonball purred as the intense, fresh flavor of youth permeated her senses. The yoshi swished the protesting girl’s head from one cheek to the other, each cheek bulging appropriately with her meal. Lisa found a shocking amount of room in the yoshi’s mouth: Without teeth and with such chubby cheeks it was obvious the species had the evolutionary advantage when it came to swallowing large prey down whole. She let out a fresh squeal of terror realizing that she was now on that list of prey being eaten alive!

In response, Melonball’s tongue slipped further out and slathered all over whatever it could reach of the girl. The tip snuck downward, lapped up against the pudgy rump of the girl, and slipped up under the dress. Lisa kicked harder feeling her butt and bare skin tasted and slurped over. The icky sensations of being covered in dino slobber left her skin crawling. Melonball couldn’t care less, however, eagerly tasting the supple flesh as much as possible, all while slowly pulling more of the girl into her moist, dripping mouth. Lisa froze stiff when she felt a chubby yoshi paw press up under her dress and flat against her panty-clad rear. The digits sank into the malleable plumpness and gripped, before shoving upwards. Melonball’s eyes fell lidded as her jaws worked, every squelching, wet smack of her lips heard as they parted from her prey and re-applied. Lisa’s squirming form was pushed deeper into the mouth, the girl ending up folding into the left cheek, face mashed to the wall and imprinting on the outside. She tried to fight it, but couldn’t stop as she was tasted, slurped, pushed, chewed, slathered over… eaten whole and alive.

“Help! Someone! Anyone! Don’t let this yoshi dinosaur thing eat me!!” Lisa was bent awkwardly, her head and shoulders pointed to the side while her middle and belly lay flat against the tongue. She felt a brief reprieve when the pushing paw pried itself away from her butt. But horror struck when she could only feel fresh, now-drool-laden hot air on her legs and rear. She was still kicking, but the constant protests left her muscles sore and overworked. As a result her kicking, already ineffectual, was mostly nonexistent, her lower half dangling to be enjoyed at Melonball’s leisure. 

The yoshi herself was in heaven, absolutely convinced she’d made the right decision in eating the young member of the new species she’d discovered. Her tongue pulled out from under Lisa’s dress (which, save for the last couple inches and trills, was completely devoured into the maw) and coiled around the chubby thighs of the girl. She squeezed them heavily, yoshi lips curving to a smile when she heard the corresponding squeal inside, seeing Lisa bend her legs at the knee on reflex. She tasted so good. The yoshi then brought the tongue inward, without releasing the ironclad grip on those chunky thighs. Lisa had stopped kicking to fight against the pull, but it was useless: Her tensed-up legs were forced in between slick yoshi lips and dragged under her chubby form, gathered up against the tongue. In what seemed like an eternity, the tongue coils unraveled, but now Lisa was truly doomed to be yoshi food: Only her plump rear, cheeks outlined in the panties with drool soaking through them, and soles of her feet protruded from the bulging yoshi jaws! “Hrrrrmmmmphhh! Hlllllp!”

Melonball’s lips formed around the plump hips of Lisa, sealing her firmly in the jaws. The girl was bent into an uncomfortable position in those jaws, but a small, rational part of mind insisted that at least she wasn’t sent down the noisy gullet inches away… yet. The yoshi was preoccupied squeezing those jaws of hers tight around the girl again and again. Lisa’s taste exploded each time she did so, her malleable rump compacting and then bounding back to shape at each contraction of the jaws. Saliva squirted free at every squish to boot, Lisa’s toes flexing in agony each time and butt squirming ever-so-slightly. Melonball purred, the sound of delight ringing horrifically in Lisa’s ears: She could tell the yoshi was enjoying her Lisa Simpson meal, and by all accounts that meant she wasn’t going to be spit out. A fresh cry echoed around the yoshi’s mouth as Melonball slithered her tongue out between her lips from under her. Melonball’s tongue maneuvered over each foot, covering them completely with slimy drool, before the bulbous tip flattened up against the pudgy rear. Lisa gasped when she felt the thick tongue splat up against her butt, which jiggled on impact. The tongue slid from one thigh to the other on repeat, the panties doing little to block the succulent flavor Melonball sought after. As the lips lurched and tongue swept across, Lisa was left to whimper, unable to do much else. Melonball slid her tongue upward more after much tasting, hooking around the band of the panties. The tongue sank into the crevice, creating a wedgie that bothered Lisa but was the least of her woes. Each chubby buttcheek came into sharp relief as a result, but was only visible to the outside world a moment. The terrified girl squealed loudly, muffled against the cheek wall, when her hooked rear was dragged inward. Melonball’s purrs showed no end when the panty-clad butt was devoured, yoshi lips sealing completely against each other now, Lisa encased fully in her jaws.

About the only positive from the recent development was that Lisa was no longer bent in any way. She was curled into a tight ball, face mashed against one cheek, rear edged against the opposite. She laid in said fetal position, sideways, hardly able to get a breath while Melonball tossed her head left and right. The yoshi’s plumped-out cheeks jostled and swayed well after she stopped swinging her head, drool flung everywhere and continuing to seep out between sealed yoshi lips. The tongue, job done, now got to revel in the pleasure of the girl’s full flavor: Lisa tried to push against it but it was too strong, the coiled muscle invading every inch of personal space the girl had to offer as it slipped under her dress and into her panties. The tongue didn’t stop for anything, the yoshi producing more drool with each sweeping taste of the tender flesh of the young one. Her tongue pressed against the slightly pudgy girl belly, the chubbier cheeks of her rump, cupped into her rear’s crevice, and slathered all over her sides and chest. Lisa squealed when the tip poked up out the neck hole of her dress and coiled around her neck, tickled her chin, then fully retracted. The tongue completely peeled away from Lisa for a fleeting moment, the girl hoping against hope that it was just all a big messy taste test, but then it returned: The tongue whipped around her middle and yanked her inwards… towards the throat that pulsated noisily and also betrayed the faint grumbling noises of the belly at the opposite end of the thick tunnel.

“No… no! Melonball, don’t, please! PLEASE! Don’t swallow don’t eat me doooon’t!” The words of protest had the opposite effect on Melonball. It only strove the dinosaur to devour her dinner all the more quickly. Her cheeks shrank some as Lisa was yanked into the middle of the mouth, with her back the first to arch into the expanding gullet. Melonball closed her eyes, pulled with her tongue, and threw her head back. Lisa Simpson was swallowed whole and eaten alive with one thick, wet GLRRRK! The girl squealed in terror when she bent into the pulsating gullet, her face mashed up against her panties with her hands and legs pointed up, creating a large bulge in the fat yoshi’s neck. Barely able to breathe, her world was full of sticky, slimy muscles all pounding around her. The distended yoshi neck betrayed Lisa’s bulge, leaving her head upward in the same pose a moment, until the neck bulge vanished and the yoshi’s sagging belly jostled heavily, a lewd slorsh sounding out when Lisa was squeezed into the acid-drenched stomach. “OOORRRRUUUURP! Ahhh, dear Lisa, you were positively exquisite,” Melonball commented with a smacking lick of her lips. Her tail swayed eagerly after having devoured such a succulent meal, Melonball leaning forward and raising her tail a bit to compensate for balance. The squirming, crying bulge in her belly shook the white dome back and forth, the thing sagging further than usual, and visible under Melonball’s tail, belly bunched up at the base.

Inside, Lisa was beside herself with panic. The belly was bigger than the mouth, but the walls constantly closed in around her and slung her every which way, stomach fluids eagerly coating her and already starting to sting. Her clothes and string holding her pearls together, already sopping wet from all the tasting, could not withstand even the initial splashes. Lisa’s dress and panties were ripped away from her body and sloshing all about her before she knew it, with individual pearls from her necklace buffeting her from all directions. The loud grumbles made the naked Lisa shiver and cry out. “Mmpppph!!!!”

The muffled protests were even less prominent deep in the belly than they had been in the maw. Melonball ignored them as she always did, and began waddling for home. A couple minutes along, among the squirming cries of her prey, a particularly loud glorp sounded out. A moment later Melonball leaned forward with her jaws expanded wide, expelling out a tattered dress, panties, and dripping pearls with a long, satisfying UUUUURRRRRP! A follow-up gurgle and subsequent scream from Lisa shortly followed, the girl now completely alone and defenseless in the belly that was all-too-eager to digest her alive.

“I… I can’t believe she ate me...” Lisa moaned to herself minutes later, having given up on shouting for release. “I-I was eaten and now I’m gonna d-d-d-digest and… a-and…!” She tried to say more, but in addition to the stomach swaying to the gait of Melonball’s walk, the walls closed in around her in a churning grumble, but this time they didn’t let go. Lisa was wrenched about until she was laying with chest to the floor, knees under her belly, and butt pressed to the back wall. Her face was no better off: Formerly free to hold up above the ever-rising pile of acids, it was now forced to the floor, where the fluids piled up about her.

“Hrrmph, hmmmmpph! …Chrrrrn grrmble...” Melonball casually licked her lips as she heard, what she guessed, was the final pitiful protest from the prey stewing away in her gut. The soft distended belly diligently roiled away, the yoshi petting over it with a free paw, the digits sinking into the fat. The now-chubbier yoshi completed her walk home without much fanfare with her noisy stomach swaying and gurgling. Her tail swayed pleasantly as she mentally cataloged how filling even a youth of the species Lisa belonged to was. The plump yoshi made it home and settled in for the evening, Lisa Simpson digesting completely over the course of the evening. The sounds of the stomach churned about around Melonball’s home while the yoshi slept, her belly shrinking down somewhat, to a soft sagging paunch. Her tail and thighs and rear filled out more, and there wasn’t a speck of the girl remaining in the powerful yoshi stomach.