The following commission was placed in a series of artists' hands over the last several months, all of whom either chickened out at how many panels there were (forty-one!) or gave some other excuse to get out of doing it. It happened so frequently, I was beginning to despair that I wouldn't have this idea realized.

But then, someone directed me to the amazing  WeWo, who was more than accommodating to me and, despite the amount of work this commission would take, showed that he was more than up to the challenge and would not chicken out. I thank him greatly for months of work and am glad that, after all of this time, I can finally share this with all of you!

This eight-part commission stars my Keepers deuteragonist, Jobe, and Antonio Dominguez, the villain from  da-parrot-masta's "The Date." Antonio has left our world and now come to the Keepers' world, Aterea, to start over. But that doesn't mean that he hasn't stopped doing what he likes doing best.

Preying on innocent fellow humans. . . .

With his meal back in his arms, Antonio sent him another grin. But this one was much different. It wasn't his usual, happy-go-lucky grin. It was a darker, more sinister grin. It was almost evil in nature. Antonio's mask had slipped, and he was showing his true, evil colors to his victim now.
"There's a meal to be had," Antonio said, holding his evil smile, "and I'm having it!"
He opened up his maw widely, almost as widely as a cavern, revealing stalactites of drool dribbling from the roof of his maw. A large, thick, pink tongue was there, as well, as was the waiting back of his throat.
With a loud "nom" sound, he finally shoved Jobe's head into his open maw and closed it around it, drooling and slurping over him.
Jobe shouted loudly as his head and face met with the inside of Antonio’s maw. He was quickly slurped and slathered by his large, thick, wet tongue. He slowly passed through his big, flat teeth and made it to his throat, which gurgled at the approaching meal.
Antonio rumbled and slurped over Jobe, swallowing in Jobe’s neck and shoulders, drooling and slathering more on his meal.
Jobe’s head and neck entered Antonio’s throbbing, pulsating throat. He thrashed his head and violently shook his shoulders as he tried unsuccessfully to get away from the sinister Latino. He threw his hands to his jaws and lips, trying to pull himself free.
Antonio rumbled as he slurped up Jobe’s hands with his surprisingly long, froglike tongue, swallowing down his meal's chest.
Jobe grunted with effort as he now twisted and squirmed helplessly in Antonio's throat. He shook his body and kicked his legs, still frantic to escape.
Antonio happily swallowed down Jobe’s belly now, holding his meal close and raising him with his hands, grabbing his kicking legs so they wouldn't be too much of a problem.

Part five of my commission by  WeWo_.