Sarah groaned as she looked for her new dress.  She was tired and didn't want to have to spend a lot of time looking for her little black dress.  Still the party was tonight and she wanted to show off her dress.  
"Perhaps its in the living room."  She said walking around.  She walked into her living room and felt the soft carpet massage her soles.  She stretched as she tried to resist the urge to collapse onto the couch and sleep.  "Dress first, sleep later."  She said to herself.

In her head though she wondered if what she was wearing wasn't good enough.  She has on a short tight pink miniskirt and a tight white tank top.  She brushed her long dark brown hair out of her face as she walked across the floor and to the closet.  Her living room closet was very spacious and it was filled with many boxes and clothes.  

"Lots of stuff in here."  She said.  Looking in one box she found a box of rope.  She smiled and picked up a piece of rope.  "I could use this to have some fun later."  She said looking at it before placing it back in the box.  She then spotted another box.  "My old sleeping bag!"  She exclaimed.  She ran her hand over the silky material of her very thick, seven-foot long, dark grey sleeping bag.  She use to sleep in it all the time but it was so thick that it would get very hot and humid in it.  "Wow."  She muttered.  "Been awhile- now where is that black dress?"  This nonchalant reaction to Sarah finding her long lost sleeping bag was the final straw.  The Sleeping bag had wasted away in this closet, now Sarah barely acknowledge its existence.  The sleeping bag was going to have its revenge by devouring the tasty girl.

It sent out a subconscious wave and Sarah could no longer resist the urge to sleep.  Stretching she mumbled to herself and laid down onto the soft closet carpet and took a nap.  The sleeping bag got to work.  When Sarah awoke she lifted her head and and looked around disoriented.  

"What happened."  She said yawning.  She tried to stand up but could barely move for some reason.  Her groggy mine slowly woke up and she realized she could barely move.  Looking down she realized her ankles and knees had been tied together.  Her wrists and elbows had been bound together as well.  
"What!  Who?"  She said confused.  She struggled for a moment.  "Whoever did this can tie good knots."  Sarah said smirking.  She wriggled around on the floor but only succeeded in having her shirt ride up a bit, exposing her belly and midriff.  

She looked up, she could of sworn the sleeping bag wasn't where it was early.  'Perhaps I dropped it' she thought to herself.  Yet she swore it just moved.  There!  It just moved again.  She couldn't comprehend the strange sight but slowly realized that the sleeping bag was picking itself up.  Her mouth dropped slightly and she ceased her struggles.  She must of still be sleeping.  That explained it.  She was having a dream where she was tied up and her sleeping bag could move on its own.  Yet.  Yet- it felt so real.  She just laid there and watched as the sleeping mag unzipped and opened its front.  Yet this opening didn't lead into a warm cocoon, but instead to its maw- and to its stomach.

Sarah didn't realize this yet and sat there stunned as it moved closer to her.  She shrieked as it lunged and latched onto the top of her head.  Her head was engulfed and it became very hard to see.  "Oh my god!"  She yelled, she tried to roll in her bondage.  She tried to escape, but she couldn't.  The sleeping bag took its time licking and tasting the succulent girl.  Sarah gagged at the putrid breath and tried to keep her face away from the monster sleeping bag's slimy tongue.  Her hair was slick and yet the feast had just begun.

The sleeping bag moved onto Sarah's shoulder's and it enjoyed the slim girls smooth skin.  Sarah started to panic as she realized she wasn't dreaming and was really being eaten.  "Oh god!"  She yelled panicking.  "Someone please help me!  Please!  Someone!"  She bucked, but the ropes held fast as her breasts were taken into the monster's maw.  Her tank top was soaked in saliva as her head slid farther into the sleeping bag's body.  It was extremely hot and humid and she was perspiring heavily.  

She tried to kick her bound legs but it had no effect as her midsection was brought into the hungry mouth.  She felt her belly and midriff being licked again and again by the sleeping bag.  This made her laugh until she was out of breath.  She tried to roll away but the zipper clamped down and restricted her movements.  The tongue tasted her soft and smooth belly and enjoyed her succulent taste.  Sarah obviously was terrified at being eaten and was out of breath from the licking.

Her belly was covered in saliva and the zipper clamped down onto her body.  Fortunate the sleeping bag's version of teeth were duller than a cube and felt almost like a massage on the small of her back.  Finally the sleeping back pulled more of her in.  Her bottom was slurped up followed by her legs.  Her miniskirt and rolled up some, revealing most of her tasty thighs.  Sarah could only scream desperately for help as the sleeping bag tasted her creamy legs.  Her thighs were tasted, followed by her shapely calves.  Sarah's head and midsection were now traveling down the sleeping bag's slimy throat.

She twisted and turned in the tight and slimy throat but it did nothing to stop  or even slow her doom.  She was a meal, she was destined to be nothing more than food.  Her pleads for help could be heard as a low muffle from outside of the sleeping bag, but now only her bound ankles were left in the cool air.  Finally and with finality, her feet were slurped up by her devourer.  The sleeping bag slowly and with great satisfaction zipped its zipper.  Sarah's fate was sealed as she lost any minuscule chance of escaping.  Poor Sarah had become a piece of meat.  A meal for her sleeping bag.  

Inside the sleeping bag Sarah was sent to the sleeping bag's stomach and was forced by the stomach muscles to face up.  She squirmed and struggled to find a way out.  But of course she couldn't.  She stopped a moment to try to calm down and cool down.  Her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat and saliva.  Then slimy substance coated her and Sarah panicked as she felt a light tingle.  She was terrified that she was being digested.  She slowly and gratefully realized that she wasn't.  Instead she felt the energy sucked out for her.  She entered a tired state.  She struggled in the tight confines of the stomach.  She was a captive of the sleeping bag, she was being kept in the very hot and very humid stomach as a slave.  

There the slime transferred Sarah's energy to the sleeping bag.  Some of which was transferred back to Sarah to keep her healthy.  The sleeping bag, with its captive meal, now had enough energy to escape the closet.  But that would come later.  He couldn't have anyone finding Sarah, and she did make a bit of a squirming silhouette in his stomach.  Slowly the closet door was closed.  There it hid as the authorities spent weeks, then months looking for his lovely meal.  They never did find its hiding spot in the closet.  Never did see the light squirming silhouette or muffled cries.  No one ever saw Sarah again....