Blob vs. Secretary [Graphic Digestion, Absorption, Blob/f]

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Blob vs. Secretary [Graphic Digestion, Absorption, Blob/f]

Postby sarkan » Wed Mar 31, 2021 11:44 pm

Artist is VoraciousMoga, Commissioned and Written by me

“We have to do something! We can’t just let it get her!”

“She’s my secretary, and I have seniority here. Besides, it’s already too late to save her. See?”

The scientists watched a couple of security monitors. On the screens was the secretary in question, Miss Scarlett Wilson, sitting at her desk, dutifully typing away at a document on her typewriter. She was currently alone in the reception area… except for a purple ooze that was seeping from underneath the door into the next room behind her.

Miss Wilson - like most of the female staff in the new ‘Nanotechnology Organization’ - was quite attractive. And like most working women in this post-WW2 era, it was quite obvious that she had spent several hours that morning dolling up her hair and makeup. She wore her shoulder-length blonde hair straight up top with a part on one side, and then rolled into wavy curls framing the sides of her beautifully unique face. The curls landed around her neck, gently brushing the top of her candy-striped blouse in black-and-white. The blouse’s short puffed sleeves gave way to Miss Wilson’s supple arms, which ended with her petite fingers and red-painted fingernails - nimbly clacking away at the typewriter with grace. A matching striped bow sat below her neck, with a number of black buttons running down the center of her chest, keeping the taut blouse (already strained from her large breasts) from opening up. The blouse was tucked in behind a tight pencil skirt she wore around her bottom, also matching the red of her fingernails. And below her red skirt, her legs were clad in black pantyhose, ending in a pair of pointy-tipped red pumps.

But what were probably her two most popular features were her stunning big blue eyes, and her distinctive mouth, which seemed to wear a permanent smirk that was slightly lopsided yet so very ravishing. Her thin lips, coated in the same shade of red as her skirt and fingernails, were flanked by her adorably charming dimples and rosy red cheeks.

The duteous young secretary - no older than her early 20s by the look of it - continued keying into the typewriter, obediently working on a report for her boss well past the end of her shift. The clattering of each key being pressed in rapid succession echoed through the security monitor’s speakers, heavily fuzzed with distortion.

Meanwhile, directly behind her, the purple ooze started increasing in size in all directions into an amorphous blob. And, as if both rolling and sliding across the floor at the same time, it started approaching the bottom of Miss Wilson’s chair.

“You’re really just gonna let it do this to her??”

“You know damn well we can’t risk a containment breach! Like I said, it’s already hopeless for her. We’ll have the containment team standing by once it finishes. And on the bright side, at least we can get a good look of how this thing feeds in a practical setting.” The blob stuck out a tendril towards the oblivious secretary’s feet. It closed the gap inch by inch. And finally, it ever-so-gently made contact with Scarlett’s left ankle.

The rapid typing started slowing. Scarlett’s expression changed from one of concentration to confusion, arching her thin eyebrows as she just barely felt something down below.

The blob started wrapping the tendril around her lower leg loop by loop - still with the utmost delicacy.

The typing stopped, and Scarlett finally looked down. And then she opened her big blue eyes and her cute mouth wide as she drew in a deep breath.

Scarlett’s scream distorted heavily through the speakers.

She sprung up from the chair and started climbing onto the desk - shoving off the typewriter in the process which came crashing down on the floor; an act of survival over obedience. The tendril was still wrapped around her ankle, currently in a game of tug-of-war with her as she pulled and pulled for it to release her.

With one strong jerk, she was finally able to break free and she pulled her legs on top of the desk along with the rest of her body.

The tendril receded back, disappearing into the rest of the blob, which suddenly became docile. And for a brief moment Scarlett seemed safe. However, unbeknownst to her, the blob was now analyzing her unique ‘scent’ that the tendril had collected after making contact. And the scent was unlike that of any other meal the blob was ever fed previously. It decided that she would make for a very tasty meal, and it quickly entered into a rage.

The blob pulsated violently and let out a subhuman, subsonic roar that completely overwhelmed the security monitor’s speakers momentarily - as well as Scarlett’s eardrums.

This was her cue to run.

She immediately sprang off the desk and ran towards the door out to the hallway. However, to her terrifying surprise, the door was inexplicably locked. Shut airtight. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she then tried the door again and again, cursing out loud about this incomprehensible situation.

The containment team stood right outside the door, having sealed it off just moments earlier; as well as sealing her fate. They stood by as they heard Miss WIlson’s screams of frustration and fear muffle through the barrier that both blocked her escape and kept the predator and prey inside their cage.

As Miss Wilson pounded against the door while crying in despair, the blob had quickly made its way around the room, and was swiftly coming up on the terrified secretary from behind without any hit of slowing.

As feet became inches between the two of them, the blob roared once again as a large maw formed above it - almost as tall as Miss Wilson.

The terrifying unearthly howl emanating from right behind her triggered Scarlett to spin around and face her aggressor. And she didn’t even have a chance to scream as the maw chomped down on her head.

“I can’t watch this…”

“That’s not very scientific of you. We have a job to do here you know.”

Through the monitors, the secretary’s head disappeared behind the opaque purple surface of the blob’s outer skin.

Miss Wilson couldn’t breath. She raised her hands up around the sides of the maw in an attempt to pull her head free - but the second her hands made contact with the blob they sank inside themselves.

With her head and arms up to her elbows now inside the blob’s maw, it had no problem lifting Miss Wilson up off of her feet. One red heel came clattering to the floor as her legs became airborne, and the blob positioned her body vertically above its mass.

The maw started to retract into the rest of the blob’s body, and with it came more of Miss Wilson, who was now kicking her pantyhose clad legs futilely and squirming the rest of her nubile young body. The rest of her arms, her neck, and her breasts vanished into the blob.

Inside the blob, Scarlett could feel an intense tingling sensation across her upper body. The intense struggling and lack of air was making her lightheaded - as was the blob’s absorption that was physically making her head and upper body lighter. The process had begun.

As her thin waist and taut belly slipped below the surface, her kicking and squirming started slowing down, and then turned into seemingly random spasms that shuddered throughout her body.

“Subject is exhibiting signs of mental loss. It appears the creature’s digestion has begun.”

Almost in response to the scientist's observation, Miss Wilson’s legs shot straight up and tensed all muscles for a second or two - before they suddenly dropped limp - bent at the knees. Her body no longer made any movement of its own - allowing the blob to continue its meal without difficulty.

Her tight rear-end and the red pencil skirt that formed around it both sank in and exited from sight. And finally her dark pantyhose-clad legs sank in as well - one foot still donning a red pump that amazingly stayed on in spite of the struggle. The tips of her kneecaps were the last thing the scientists saw of Miss Wilson before she fully disappeared below the surface of the blob.

The pulsating blob calmed down and became docile once again.

“Subject has been fully ingested. Creature appears to be entering a state of hibernation. The containment team can proceed.”

The scientists watched as the team entered, quickly sealed the door behind them, and started their procedures.

About half-a-minute later, the blob “spit up” Miss Wilson’s candy-striped blouse with its cute bow, her scarlet red pencil skirt, and her scarlet underwear. All completely intact without any hint of a tear. Her blouse still buttoned up. Empty. All dry as they were before they entered the blob, though some of her sweat still did stain them. They fell to the floor unceremoniously.

Immediately after, the blob spouted out a drop of itself about the size of a coconut. It landed directly on her dry clothing, completely splattering them. This ooze took on a slightly redder color than the traditional purple of the rest of the blob.

“As predicted, the creature appears to breed shortly after ingestion. The containment team will secure.”

The blob’s purple skin started to become less opaque, haziness clearing, and then almost fully transparent.

And inside the blob floated one of Miss Wilson’s arms, still intact up to the shoulder, and down to her fingertips that were typing away at her typewriter just minutes earlier. Also floating inside was one of Miss Wilson’s legs, still intact up to her hip-joint, and down to toes, still donning one of her red pumps. Her leg was also still clad in her black pantyhose. Clear by the way it was scrunching up, the other leg of the pantyhose floated empty.

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

* * *

Miss Wilson suddenly woke up - after all had gone dark for her shortly after her head was ingested by the blob and she passed out from the lack of air.

However it was still as black for her as it was while unconscious. At least as far as traditional sight was concerned. In fact, Scarlett could no longer hear, smell, or even taste. And she certainly felt different.

Regardless, in a completely new alien way, she could still sense the members of the containment team around her. And could tell that they were literally giant compared to her. Maybe she was lying on the floor so she tried to stand up, but couldn’t move a muscle. In fact, she couldn’t feel any muscle.

Suddenly Miss Wilson felt something unlike anything ever before, as she could feel herself being scooped up and poured into a small container. She could also feel the presence of clothing floating around inside of her.

She did not like any of this. She tried to scream, but couldn’t. And as the lid of the container was closed, even Miss Wilson’s new senses became muted, and she was left with nothing but her own confusion and terror - as the containment team carried her to her new home in the lab.

Miss Wilson just wanted to go home...

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