Two young friends, Carol and Tara, hiked through the bramble strewn, jungle path. Their destination was to be a picturesque waterfall so they could take some risque videos for their online influencer pages. It was hot as hades in the lush hellscape. Carol wiped the glistening sweat from her brow, her other hand clutching her designer handbag. She wished she’d picked a closer attraction to visit… but an obscure, out of the way waterfall would allow them to get shots they just couldn’t get with tourists ambling around.

“C’mon Tara, catch up… it’s just at the end of this path, it can’t be too much further.” She hurried her friend.

“I’m coming… I just need to catch.. my breath… I'm not used to all this hiking.”

“Well, just be glad I talked you out of wearing heels… I don’t know what you were thinking”

“Daddy never… let me go .. hiking before… how was I .. to know … what to expect!” Replied Tara breathlessly

Deep below the earth, their voices carried as vibrations. She awoke hungry underneath the remains of the hollowed rotten log that she called her nest. Warm, succulent scents wafted past her, arousing her voracious hunger. Her antennae twitched and hundreds of legs uncurled, ready to carry her to her prey. The giant Centipede had awoken, and it was again, time to hunt.

Tara was taking a breather about 30 feet further down the path. She’d almost gotten her stamina back, when a red and black blur shot out of a nearby fallen tree stump and made a beeline for her friend Carol. It was some kind of enormous insect thing. There was a cracking sound as she opened her insectoid jaw to clamp down on the blonde’s legs. The socialite, suddenly brought low by the creature, let out a surprised ‘meep’. The giant Centipede’s sucking mouth slurped her in, up to her round buttocks, lifting the protesting girl up off the ground.

Redheaded Tara gasped in horror, as her friend was slowly consumed by the chitinous nightmare. Carol twisted and squirmed in protestation, her boobs flinging clear of her dress and bra. Her sweat soaked nipples jiggled as she was sucked down into the ravenous abyss with regular wet slurps. Her first scream echoed in the forest, and then was cut off as soon as it began, as the maul wrapped around her pretty face.

Tara watched as Carol’s screaming bulge traveled leisurely down the centipede’s length. She backed away from the nightmarish female centipede’s visage, but found only rocks barring her way back further… she was trapped, there was nowhere for her to run.

The meat thing squealed in the Centipede's belly, and satisfied her. Her strong stomach slathered her prey in strong digestive juices. But her meal would be digested quickly, and still the centipede felt the need to feed on more of these delicious meat things. Her antennae twitched, and she became aware of another one close by, whimpering softly as she tried to blend into the rocks. It would do nothing to save her.

Carol was in absolute agony. Her dress had just disintegrated into scraps of nothing at the first touch of the burning liquid, then her skin went the same way. First it blistered, then it liquefied, leaving behind a bloody raw mess. Blood squirted from her pussy and nipples, and she could feel as her muscles turned to taffy, and dripped off her bones.

“S…saa…uhve…. Meeee!” She begged weakly.

Her pathetic mewling turned to gurgling as she received a splash of acid to the head, and her face began to peel off. Her asshole burned as it dissolved into a thick red goo. Without enough integrity to hold them in, Carol aborted her guts through her ruined undercarriage and into the sulfuric stew with a gruesome plop.

Her rapidly deteriorating body convulsed violently as acid impregnated her bulging titties until they popped in twin rivers of melting fat. The skeletal Carol thing shrieked until her retarded brain turned to soup in her skull and she finally died.

The centipede coiled around her next victim, giving a satiated noxious belch. It reeked of Carol’s decaying flesh, and strong acids, and the meat thing recoiled at the smell. Her cavernous mouth opened wide to imbibe the next meat thing, that had taken to shivering immobile on the floor, pissing itself in fear. It wasn’t as large as the first one, but it would do to fill the freshly opening gap in her stomach.

Tara watched as the enormous monster insect crapped out Carol’s gooey skeleton onto the jungle floor. She couldn't tear her eyes off the shit covered cadavre, even as she smelled the foul decaying breath around her, it smelled like a decaying corpse… probably Carol’s, she mused horrifically. Tara felt the cold dribble of saliva as it touched her hair and shoulders. A dark maw descended from above. She stiffened as the creature enveloped her upper body in a single bite, slurping her up like spaghetti.

The centipede took her time, savoring the meaty flavor of her prey, before scurrying back to her den to comfortably digest the meat thing. It crawled back up into the tree hollow and back down into its earthen burrow. Surrounded by tiny sticky bones, and clods of clay, she began to lay her clutch in her nest. Tara still screamed, her face still visible pressing up against the predator’s side.

Her designer label clothes had been burned off her small breasted frame. She didn’t want to be a skeleton like Carol. It wasn’t fair. She shouldn’t even be here… how did she let Carol talk her into coming along. She vomited as the first layer of her skin evaporated from her glistening red muscle. Her private parts ached terribly as the moisture in them mixed with sulfuric acids to melt them faster. Her labia sizzled as they were converted into bloody slop.

“It’s buurniing myy puussy!” She exclaimed obtusely, clutching at her precious flowerbud as it flowed between her raw red fingers

Tara’s screams only increased with intensity as she was transformed into chyme one layer as a time. She thrashed and kicked as her mosquito bite breasts were entirely erased from her chest. Burnished orange hair fell out in clumps; the squeals of pain only subsided after her organs failed and deliquesced.

Tara’s bleached skeleton was pushed further down the centipede's digestive tract, until finally her bleached bones were squeezed out its butthole in a splash of brown liquid shit. The centipede coiled happily in the puddle of Tara’s remains, and went back into hibernation. Soon her new brood would hatch, and she would awake again when she sensed the need to hunt again to keep them fed.