The lewd, wet sounds of flesh and gluttony did little to quell the annoyance nearly manifesting nearby. Each churn or glorb was met with another sigh as the photographer looked over his camera: his livelihood. His eyes narrowed at the shamelessly satisfied one settled on the couch they had reserved for another shoot, but with this delay everything would be set back several hours at the very least. The rounded bulge protruded from the beast’s mid-section and settled atop its lap as the movement slowed, allowing for the predator to merely lounge and tend to the ample belly gained over the ‘comical misunderstanding.’

When working in such a business, mishaps were to be expected to a degree of magnitude. However, that still remained inexcusable for the frustrated few who were left in the large, open room with a satisfied individual who showed absolutely no remorse for his actions, only pure elation. A crass belch broke the silence with a rippling Uuuurrrrrrph!! that finally left the photographer looking absolutely dejected and hopeless. There was little that could be done at this point, as he dreaded the only option.

“Well, you’re going to have to open your jaws, and keep them open so I can fit my camera and arms down your greedy throat,” the photographer grumbled as he rolled up his sleeves and shot a glance at a snickering colleague. “And don’t you dare eat me too, we /need/ to have an actual picture, so if you swallow me you’re taking my very expensive camera with you.”

A deep laugh and a halfhearted shrug was all the frustrated artist received for his efforts, but he figured that would be enough to keep him from having to simply give up. The photographer watched before him as the jaws of the predator stretched before him, and immediately the hot, musky scent of breath and jaguar hit along his nose, causing his eyes to squint momentarily. Thick strands of drool connected the gums and tongue together while the gullet lingering in the back of the beast’s throat began to give way for just a few seconds, teasing the photographer as he awkwardly started to guide his tightly clutched camera into the ravenous folds of wet flesh. Although he tried to keep his head away from the moist lips, a helpful hand planted on the back of his head to ‘assist’ him in getting the proper shot he needed. The snug, squishy embrace made it difficult for him to concentrate and remind himself not to let the saliva soaking his fingers cause him to loosen his grip and forfeit his device. It was such an awkward position, one he had never seen quite like /this/ despite his profession, but he did feel a twinge of relief when his previously snicker-happy colleague had taken hold of the remaining hips that were potentially one swift grab and a series of swallows away from being locked within the organic tunnel of the ravenous beast.

Even with the noisy swallows filling his ears, the heat running past his face and chest, and the relentless tenderizing that surrounded his precariously positioned form, once he felt his hands pass through into the belly of the predator his instincts returned and he quickly started to take pictures. It was difficult to tell if he was successful at first, as he normally listened for the obvious ‘click’ noise whenever he pressed down on the rounded button atop his handheld machine, but the photographer’s senses were rather overwhelmed by the other noises dwelling within the working body of the larger creature. Once he felt he had done enough, he awkwardly tried to pull himself back to no avail initially, but as luck would have it the esophagus around him began to guide him free from its hungry embrace. He could feel his colleague yank on his hips more firmly, which soon sent the exasperated (and now quite wet) associated backwards and onto the ground with a loud thump. His colleague had stepped back to avoid getting pinned, but offered a congratulatory clap.

With his camera still in hand, the photographer shook himself off with a groan and dislodged the saliva coating his device while he shot daggers at the elated predator with a full, feline-filled stomach. Oh well, at least he had gotten the shots, though internal ones were /always/ difficult as the talent had a knack for ‘accidentally’ eating their photographer. To be fair, such a worry was not dumbfounded as the guest for the photo-shoot had been quite casually seduced and swallowed whole with no consideration for the artists at work.

“When you said inside scoop, I assumed you meant an interview,” were the words that hung around awkwardly in the air yet managed to fill the ears of those in the room amidst the lewd gurgles and groans.

Then again, mishaps such as these were to be expected in this line of work.

Art ©  Byser , coloring ©  NikyKita , text ©  Jizzal Jag is ©  JagKitty

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