Eliza_Morian

"Mmmph. Fuck meooooOOOOOOOOORRRP" Eliza's moan of relief became a belch of satisfaction at her gut settled with its new occupant. The walls of this cramped closet were the only thing keeping Eliza upright, her fingers leaving scratches in the weathered paint whilst her belly, and its latest victim, did all it could to bring her down. "That's it, easy does it" Eliza tentatively lowered herself down to her knees, her bulging gut squeezed between her and the timber door, each creak of the wood causing her to slow. Her meal was already causing a racket. All "You can't do this to me!" and "Please not like this!" Nobody was going to hear him over the din of the party though. "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP, urgh. Excuse me..." Eliza's belches were another matter though. Dabbing her damp forehead with her food's t-shirt, an satisfied smile spread across Eliza's lips. She could barely think through the pleasure that was soaking her mind, admiring the way her belly stretched and contorted over her date's once handsome face. He was still just as handsome in her gut, if a little tear-stained, reddened and not nearly as smug as he was before. "To be honest, you were a real pain in my ass" Eliza moaned, before mimicking the boy's cocky grin. "Now you're just going to be an itch in it..."

Kind, personable, easy on the eyes and a riot at a party. Eliza is every young man's dream girl. It almost feelings like a blessing to earn her attention, and to see a smile spread across her lips. But it's all an act. A well-rehearsed act with the same ending, everytime. Eliza's always devising the best way to get you on your own, somewhere secluded and quiet, or at least where you won't be heard. Be that your bedroom, a bathroom, or a closet, that's where your nightmare begins.

Cruel, sadistic, and with a look in her eyes that borders on manic, the real Eliza is a man-eating monster. It doesn't matter why, or how. Those aren't questions you'll be able to ask when she's having you for dinner. The reality is she was just as likely to eat you as any other poor guy at the party. You were just more susceptible to her charms than most. Worry not (or at least, no more than you are already). By the time Eliza's done with you, she'll be ready to move on to the other men available for her to eat.

Unfortunately, it's a rigged game. By the time you realise her intentions, you might as well give up on your hopes and ambitions. They'll be digested along with the rest of you in a few hours. Those lascivious eyes of hers were only ever looking at you with gluttonous intent. Imagining how you might struggle in her gut. What kind of face you'd make in her belly. Do you beg for mercy, or curse her name when digesting alive? All questions you never asked about yourself, but she'd be happy to answer for you.

It'd be inaccurate to say that, once you're down Eliza's gullet, your fate is sealed. That happened hours ago, you just weren't paying attention. But once she's swallowed you, there is no going back. Your potential futures had reduced to a singular, bouncy outcome. Fuel for Eliza and fat for her backside. But, you've got a few hours before that becomes a reality... most days. If you're "lucky" you might land in Eliza's gut and become swirling, creamy sludge in a matter of minutes. Just don't expect it to hurt any less. Otherwise, you have a few long hours to get acquainted with Eliza's stomach. An unbearable heat, sticky stomach walls clinging to your naked flesh, and what's left of Eliza's last meal drenching your feet.

You can struggle. You can scream. But there's nothing you can do to save yourself. Anyone that hears you is doomed to join you, and there's no getting out of her gut. So you might as well get as comfy as you can. Before her stomach boils the flesh on your body, pain seeping into your skin with each moment. Cries for help become incoherent screams and garbled nonsense. Like wax dripping from a candle, your flesh melts away. A gooey sludge trailing down your naked body one droplet at a time. Pooling around your degrading body. Your body grows weaker, as your muscles ache and tire. Imagine wading through custard, and then realise that you basically are, struggling against your own molten flesh with half-digested muscles. Your eyes failing you is almost a blessing. You no longer have to see your ruined body in that grim, pink light. The sound of sloshing flesh is almost peaceful as you sink into nothingness.

All the while, Eliza is having the time of her life. Loud belches, slow moans, and all manner of mean comments that you can make about someone who just got eaten. Your name fled her memory as quickly as your taste left her tongue. All that matters now is how your struggle and scream. A feisty meal might just be something for Eliza to remember... but probably not. After a few hundred meals, you rarely see a difference in how people struggle and beg. It all sounds the same. And after a few hundred meals, you lose count. So even Eliza doesn't know her bodycount.

So, you're a gooey, sloshing slop in Eliza's gut, and whatever life left in your is now bubbling to the surface. So what's next? Simple. Your near-gelatinous mass is pumped through Eliza's body to make way for her next meal. Most of you is going to be destroyed for fuel. It's hard work digesting a man alive. But the rest will make a nice, if often insignificant, addition to her bust, backside, and hips. And that's it! The end of your story. Everything you were, and could have been, churned up and made into sludge. Like reading a story but the main character doesn't make it past the prologue. Oh well. At least your friends will mourn you... until Eliza makes them join you.

Other than that, there's not much else you need to know about her. Eliza's single, unemployed, and the few friends she has are usually man-eaters like her. She hangs out in libraries, gyms, bars, any place you might meet young men for a meal. You're never going to learn much about her. Her past is a mystery, and her future is not yours to witness, except as a jiggle in her backside...












STATS & INTERESTS
Age: 29
Height: 5'11 (or about 181cm to you metric people).
Weight: Don't ask her that...
Sexuality: Straight.
Favourite Superhero: Serleena.
Favourite Food: Men.
Favourite Drink: Double Pink Gin & Tonic.
Likes: Getting her way. Sunsets. Stargazing. Eating people. Long walks on the beach.
Dislikes: Annoying people. Losing. Hiking.
Special skill: Holding one man under each arm whilst she swallows a third.
Most people digested at once: 9.

EVENTS

On one unfortunate evening, Yummy_Boy was cornered by Eliza. After confessing that he would do anything not to become trapped in her ass, Eliza promptly swallowed the young man, learning that Elliot did live up to his namesake. With a belch and a giggle, she remarked that he was d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s, and slowly churned him up in her gut as Elliot begged and screamed for her to stop and, when his gooey end was guaranteed, to just let him pass into nothingness. But Eliza, the Goddess Assphrodite had other plans. Now Elliot's existence is one of intense boredom, learning how few sensations a backside experiences. But such is the fate of many trapped in Eliza's ass-terlife. If you're looking for Elliot, just watch Assphrodite walk. You'll see him jiggle with each and every one of her steps.

AUTHOR NOTE
Eliza is, for all intents and purposes, me. A few liberties have been taken with her appearance (primarily the size of her backside) but this is who I am (would be) as a Pred. She is not specifically a character in any world, but more the man-eater I am. That being said, she can easily slip into any modern setting.

Anything included below (as a like) are things Eliza enjoys and will happily partake in. Anything not listed is likely not a shared interest, and it would be better to ask than assume that it's something Eliza enjoys. But again, this lists of likes (and dislikes) encompasses most of her interests.