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Dino_Chow |
Height: slrrrrrsh.... slossh~!
Weight: bllllrrrrrrhhhhhhhggggnnn~
Orientation: BBHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPpppphhh~
Nenet_Nefeti, last in line, grabbed Helena_Wilence's belly- a pregnancy so gravid her habit couldn't even begin to dream of covering her outie navel and massively overtaxed underbelly, giggling drunkenly.
"Hah... aha~ We're neeeeext.."
He took Helena headfirst, the eldrich nun's squeal of joy cut off as her face was engulfed by slimy rex maw, teeth scraping over her outrageously bountiful tits and unreasonaly gravid pregnancy, shredding her habit- not that it even began to cover her decency, anyway~.
Her lacy stockings and black silk panties were visible from the sides and back, her habit utterly defeated by that maternal middle, which did droop low and heavy enough to cover her decency from the front... but not from below, as the prehistoric predator lifted the ungodly curvy nun into the air, showing just how wet her panties were~.
He lifted her up, vertical, legs to the sky. Nenet watched in awe as the rex struggled over her belly, those thick thichs and rump, fattened by pregnancy cravings, kicking in the air, jiggling as each jerk of the beast's head sunk her down, inch by inch, until that titanic tummy was conquered, squishing the creature's nun-meal into his tight throat.
Nenet couldn't help it in her drugged state. She sunk one hand into one of her own titanically swollen, milky tits, watching in delight with clouded, unfocused eyes.
Inside that throat, Helena's perverse joy slowly turned to horror as she was roughly squished against the entrace to the dino's IMMENSELY overfilled stomach.....
Outside, Nenet's hands shook as the creature panted in front of her, tongue lolling out and to the side. It wasn't lunging, or grabbing her... The drugged egyptian woman couldn't help but to step forward. One step... two steps... His hot, sticky breath blasted over her, and she could almost swear she could hear squeals, moans, screams from down that gaping throat, inviting her... calling her. Her pregnant belly bumped against the monster's chin as she grabbed the rex's teeth, tugging, lowering it's maw to her as she climbed in. Belly down, legs in, one hand holding the tooth and the other squeezing her tit as the creature responded slowly, lifting, the massive tongue wrapping around her as after just a moment's hesitation... it began to swallow~
She curled herself up, best as she was able, already getting used to the darkness as the rex brought it's head down, level with one of the park's many security cameras for just one moment. the last anyone would see of nenet, or any of the many women the rex, released by the cult of Shub'Nigurath, had chowed down on today, were her wiggling toes and huge, fattened rump, before, with one final, deafening ssssssslllllllllluuuuuUUUUURRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNGGGGGkkkk~, the creature packed those away too, the last bit of slick, dusky milf-meat vanishing down the creature's esophogus with rippling finality. Nenet moaned in delight as she was so roughly pulsed down that slick, tight throat, rudely crushed down, as she was just a hair away from being too big to swallow. it takes a few tries, a few gulps, but once after a valiant effort and a few harsh, wheezing noises that sound suspiciously like a T-rex nearly choking on a far-too-big meal, it was effortless peristaltic sailing to the end. She could hear hear the crying, the screams of pain and terror long before her head was ever constricted by the sphincter to his stomach. she vainly pretended to struggle, barely able to breath, let alone move, before she was rudely squeezed into the pit of the beast's stomach. she sighed, both hands roughly groping her milk-engorged breasts as she prepared to enjoy the last- and longest- moments of her life.
The egyptian milf-meal slipped between the side of the stomach and the churned-up mass of girls many of them gravid and pregnant themselves, partially digested together and letting out hoarse squeals and soft cries as the final member of their macabre mosh pit- or mush pit, perhaps- slipped down to the very bottom of the rotund digestive cauldron. Nenet could feel the ground a hair beneath the lower extreme of that gut, a truly titanic tummy that distended wildely to each side, utterly glutted on helpless pregnant meat.
After taking some time to adjust to the heft weight of it's unbelieveably glutted gullet, the Rex began to saunter off, dragging that gut against the ground at the apoapsis of each step, each knock against the earth causing a new chorus of begging and screaming from the many, many women packed inside. None of them knew how long this went on, but eventually, the prehistoric pred found some a comfy sunning spot and, with a mighty sloshing and a long, satisfied snarl, settled down, sitting on that mass of girlmeat for a moment before falling to his side with a thundering crash, causing that gut to slosh and wobble for some time. Eventually, he rolled onto his back, letting the rays of the california sun fall directly on his overglutted gut.
The entire mass of living, crying girlmeat slowly digested to a uniform mass over four days, broiling in the gut and slowly softening and popping as they were one by one reduced to fatty chyme. the rex seemed to be able to tell how the digestion was going, standing up for a brief walk each day as it's gut seemed to get even larger somehow, rounder, heavier. early on the fourth day, some poor girl, though it was impossible to tell who, was partially sucked into his intestines, still alive and moving for the rest of the day as her enormous pregnant belly kept her legs and curvy rear in the boiling, searing acid, and her head, breasts, and shoulders in the horrific, latex-tight confine of the intestine. But, by the time he returned from dragging his overstuffed soupy balloon of a belly about, she'd stopped moving, and he lay back down, gut groaning and churning happily as he rolled on his back once more, and let that perfect sphere of human chyme warm in the sun~
It wasn't over, of course. For DAYS afterwards his entire gastrointestinal tract was working over time, destroying the literal tons of horomone-rich mommy meat, his guts bloated and fat with nutritious milf-soup, until all that was left under his tail was a compacted lump of all the clothes and indigestible items the girls had, getting larger every day as more and more of the girls were utterly wiped from existance. the Rex's flanks fattened as those pulsing, groaning guts extracted all the calories from the rich girlmeat he'd annihilated, and soon his digesting cauldron of a belly became a rotund mass of hanging fat.
Eventually the rex was left huffing and wheezing under his own weight, his heart racing as he stood, wobbling from snout to stern, his body packing away the adipose from his pregnant gorging anywhere it could find. The beast took a wide, heavy stance, panting softly from the exertion. After a moment, the beast squatted slightly. It snarled, shuddered, and panted with effort, over the next fifteen minutes pushing out an enormous puck of acid-bleached clothes, rings, belts, all compacted together by the creature's inordinately efficient digestion.
The rex looked back, some little part of its' primal brain proud, before, with a final, soft bhuuuuaaaarrrrp~ and a shake of it's head, it stomped off, leaving the mass of tattered fabric and corroded metal, tangled with teensy pieces of undigested bone to bake in the desert. At the top of the pile, pitted, discolored, but still somehow proud, Nenet's ankh glittered, right on top of her final resting place~
the writing was a colaborative effort between myself (RainbowInTheDarK) and Allahsnakbar. Do enjoy.