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Just a few more last rubs. Bryan was going overtime by a few minutes, and Kazgoran knew it. She didn’t comment. The gigantic t-rex had been going through masseuses for years at that point - either they just didn’t have what she was looking for, couldn’t figure out how to make her actually [i]feel[/i] it, or they were too scared to even take her on. She didn’t fault them. Someone her size, it was dangerous to even be around her if she wasn’t careful. That made a good scale-rubber all the more important for her to hang onto.

It was even more unexpected that he’d be the one given his size. He was small even for a human, and in a world with people like Kaz, that made getting stepped on a legitimate worry for him every single day. Yet he navigated her body with such care, crawling and walking all over the mountain of her bulky, powerful form, and all without having to resort to tools to actually get through the firm layers of her outer scales despite his comparative lack of strength. His hands were just that talented. He wasn’t even overtly horny about it. He told her he liked men, and that worked for her if it meant he could focus on making her feel good without getting a boner.

Not that he didn’t admire her. He couldn’t help babbling now and then about how strong she was, especially as he worked some of the finer details of her muscles, those places where other people tended to neglect. That was only natural. Her body was pretty much perfect, objectively speaking. There was no part of her that was weak. When he gushed about the texture of her scales, or even just her vibrant green scales, that was a little more of a personal opinion. She happened to agree.

For as valuable as he was to her, for as relaxed and soothed as he made her feel after their usual weekly sessions, she would have still eaten him if he wasn’t gay. He was just too much of a temptation. Now and then her belly gave a subtle rumble when she looked at him. Pretty boy, limited or no sexual experience, soft, smooth - that was the kind of person who was made for getting crushed in her stomach. Yet she didn’t want to just snap him up if he wasn’t going to get anything out of it, and so she dismissed the thought, no matter how enticing it might have been.

Bryan was always a professional with her, from the moment she was on the oversized table, but there were certain things she didn’t know about. While he stood there, balanced on a stepladder, towelling off her oiled, glistening scales, he was suppressing a side of him he didn’t even fully understand. The leathery scent of her scales along with the massage oil had an effect on him. He bit his lip when she wasn’t looking, looking her up and down, fighting with himself to keep his libido under control. He’d hadn’t been lying about not liking girls. It was just that she was a [i]tyrannosaurus woman[/i]. She was the only exception to a rule he had always thought was absolute.

It was all so confusing. Even thinking about her beforehand made him rush off somewhere private where he could drain some of that tension off, cumming just to get prepared for their session. And even after doing that, he was still working up by the end. Her scent, her size, the sound of her voice. He liked her for more than just her looks. Talking about her work, her passion in the gym, and sometimes even her indulgences. Hearing all about the people she’d been so casually eating meant he was even more excited when working over her taut middle - a set of abs that never showed any sign of extra padding despite her appetites.

It wasn't getting any less confusing for him. Nothing about her seemed like the kind of thing he’d normally like, and yet he had a little entry in his mind specifically reserved for fantasizing about her. Being with her, touching her more intimately than even a massage, tasting her, pleasuring her as best he possibly could. That was all arousing enough. And then there was the thought of being her next meal. Among many. All it would have taken was an impulse, a snap of her jaws when he was working her chest or her shoulders from the front, and he would have been [i]gone[/i]. Merely being in the presence of that much power had such a strange effect on him.

The only problem was that he wasn’t sure if it would have been [i]for real[/i]. She spoke of bringing back her prey now and then, or even the people who ended up accidentally crushed during sex with her. As brutal and hungry as she might have been, she wasn’t a rampaging monster. But maybe he wanted her to be. Maybe he wanted to abandon all those safety nets and delve down her gullet knowing it was for good. Knowing she might have liked him too much to make it permanent convinced him to avoid ever crossing into the awkward territory of asking. It was easier that way anyway.

“And there we go,” he finally said, too caught up in thought to pay any attention to the clock.

Kaz gave a light smile once she stretched and “Mmm. Got a little extra today. Not complaining. Distracted?”

“Oh, sorry. Lost track of time.”

“Mmhmm.” She shrugged one shoulder, paying it no more mind. “I’ll see ya next week. Appreciate the hard work.”

Knowing her, that small bit of praise was from the heart. She didn’t throw approval out casually. He blushed just a little bit but didn’t say a single thing more while she gathered her things and departed, thumping the ground, shaking the entire room with her every step. She couldn’t help that. He watched her until the tip of her thick tail vanished through the door, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she was gone. His secret was safe for another week, at least. Or it would have been, if not for the dragoness who intercepted Kaz on her way out.

“Hey. Kazgoran, is it?” The chubby lady didn’t hesitate to walk right up to the rex. They shared certain things in common after all, like being big, scaly women who ate cute boys.

“Mm?”

“Wanted to tell you something. You were just with Bryan, right?” When she didn’t get more of an answer than a continued stare of semi-interest, the dragon went on. “He’ll never tell you this, but for his sake I wanted you to know - he has [i]such[/i] a crush on you.”

Kaz tilted her head ever so slightly. “Really? Him?”

“Yeah! I see the way he looks at you when you come on. It’s total adoration. Absolutely checking you out. Plus, there’s the way he talks about you to everyone else. He’s practically obsessed. I’m sure he’ll be so mad I told you, but it’s for his own good! Do with that information whatever you want.”

After some time to glance back at the door she just left, and consider what she’d just been told, Kaz finally gave a small nod. “Guess I’ll think about it.”

That was all the dragoness was going to get for juicy gossiping, but when her back was turned, she missed the subtle smirk that appeared on the rex’s face, showing just a little teeth. Bryan wasn’t going to know a thing until their next session, but she was going to roll that one over and ponder until she was flat on his table once more. A week later, and she was stripping down in front of him, trying not to make it too obvious that she was watching him more closely than usual for a reaction. Once she was naked down to her scales, she made a point of stretching herself out, flexing a few muscles, showing off as subtly as a rex could, to see if his eyes were on her.

Of course they were. It was impossible to look away. Whether he was watching her out of lust or professional interest, she couldn’t tell yet. The only thing to do was to climb onto his table, all reinforced and expanded just for her, and wait for him to get his oils ready. She laid her head on her own folded arms and waited for the right opportunity to ask him if he was interested in her as more than a client. Which was to say she lasted a few seconds before she blurted it out in the least subtle way she could have. It had been a whole week, and her patience had limits.

“So. I hear you’ve been hot for me?”

There was a crash. Bryan managed to save the good bottle of oil, but the tray it was resting on fell loudly to the floor in his sudden scramble. Kaz didn’t react. She was waiting for his answer, which eventually came, murmured out in a voice even smaller than usual.

“Who told you that?”

“Doesn’t matter. I think it’s cute. You wanna go out on a date sometime after work? Got time today.”

Oh, it was all happening so fast. Bryan had to think about his response for a long time. He stared at her from behind - taking in the thickness of her thighs, the rise of her rear, her big tail. She was happy to let him stare and figure himself out all he liked.

“Well, it’s true. I do really like you, Kaz. It’s not that I’m not gay. It’s just [i]you.[/i]”

“Mmhmm.” She was as nonchalant as could be about it. “Makes sense. Flattered. Start rubbing, then tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

He’d almost forgotten about his job, but she certainly wasn’t going to let him just stand there. With a shrug and a breath to steady himself, he set into the usual routine of laying those fragrant, scale-friendly oils over her back and working slowly down. This time it felt so much more intimate, so much more intense with every touch. He smoothed across her bumpy skin until he reached her hips, and then he found himself hesitating slightly to rub her butt like he usually did. Of course, he wasn’t going to miss out on such an opportunity even with his secrets revealed like that. He worked along that rump, then down to her thighs, walking atop her increasingly slippery form, and only when he was done getting her good and sleek did he answer her. That was enough time to come up with the right response.

“I guess if we’re just coming out and saying it, I don’t have to hold back. So, all the times you’ve talked about eating people, or crushing them ...”

“Ah, yeah. Want me to snuff you?” Kaz said like it was the least surprising thing she’d ever heard.

Bryan needed a moment again. He was blushing so hard his whole head felt like it was going to ignite at any second. Though maybe he had to think rationally about it all. It wasn’t as if he was the first person to ever get all worked up at the thought of her killing them. Eventually, he managed an embarrassed chuckle.

“I guess you get that all the time. I’m not special,” he said, settling in atop her back, starting his work on her oiled shoulders. If he applied his fingers just right, even her scales weren’t enough to keep him from getting in to her powerful muscles and soothing the inevitable tensions she developed with all her hard work.

“Yup. Don’t sell yourself short though. Don’t get a lot of gay boys getting hot for me. Makes it special in its own way, I guess.”

Again with her lack of subtlety. That was what he liked about her, though. That and so many other things. While he scooted back to get to her lower back, leaning his body into her, putting his full weight and strength into those muscles, he mustered up the courage to go a little deeper. His question came just above a whisper.

“Do you reform everyone you end up eating or crushing?”

“Curious why you’re asking. Does it freak you out to think about? Wanna take a trip into me, knowing it’s gonna be safe and warm when you wake up tomorrow?” She watched him closely, waiting for his reaction. When she didn’t get much of one, she changed gears. “Or maybe you’re the other sort. The kind who’s going to get all flustered knowing how many people I’m wearing on these scales for good, how many people die just to make me a little stronger, a little less hungry ...”

A little shuddering gasp passed through him, even as he managed to maintain his concentration and rub her fine, taut ass. His voice got even quieter.

“You’ve already done that? And to so many people.”

“Sure. Chomped them. Gulped them. Stepped on them. Squeezed them between my thighs. Rode them until they were flat. Lots of ways to kill someone your size, really.”

“So if, say, someone didn’t want -”

“Speak up.”

He cleared his throat, though it didn’t keep his voice from croaking. “So if someone didn’t want to come back, if they wanted to be [i]yours[/i], you’d do it?”

“That’s what I mean. All those things I just mentioned - done those for good. Every one, at least once. Had someone for breakfast today, in fact. He wanted to be mine forever, and it’s a lot less trouble on my part.”

“... You did?”

“Yeah. Hop off for a sec.”

He did just that, climbing down from the mountain of scales while Kaz rolled herself over. Of course his eyes went immediately to her middle. There wasn’t a single side of someone inside of her, not a bulge, not any added fat. It didn’t matter. He believed every word, and just looking at her stomach, knowing someone had been tucked behind those scales just recently, that they were gone forever, part of her - he had to wipe at his lips to keep from drooling. There was no more hiding how hard she made him. He got proudly stiff for her, throbbing without worrying about what she’d think. Though he made sure not to actually touch her with his cock yet. He was still a professional.

“Alright. Back on. I want you rubbing my belly. Don’t be afraid to hump a little too, I don’t mind.”

Well that changed things. He was hesitant to actually grind on her just yet, but he was instantly compliant to her wishes. Up he got, straddling her middle as best he could. Pressing his hands deep down to the scales of her taut abs, kneading in the creases between her muscles, he was already thinking hard about how good it’d feel to get trapped behind all that strength, to feel it flexing down on him, crushing him, pulverizing his comparatively tiny, weak human body. God, his dick was absolutely trembling. With great caution, he eventually reached down to open his robe and let her feel just how hard he was, pressing up against her scales, very slowly rubbing back and forth against her smooth yet textured hide. She offered an expression that looked like mild amusement, for a moment. It was enough to show a tantalizing glimpse of her teeth.

“Horny human. You all like big scaly ladies or is it just you?”

“I mean, I don’t speak for everyone ... “ he began, cutting himself off with a little moan when the sensation of her scales gliding over his shaft was almost too much to take.

Kaz just sat up slightly when she heard that, looking at him more directly. “Thinking about it, aren’t you? Getting tucked away, vanishing from the world, dying just to make me feel good. It’s a pretty big honour. Don’t give it to just anyone.”

“I’ll earn it.” He puffed his chest a little to look as determined as possible.

“Sure you will. Now, up here. Get comfy on my tits. I want something different.”

By the way she licked her lips, he was pretty sure he already knew what she was talking about. He swallowed, and then started traversing her torso, settling down atop her breasts as a cozy seat. There he remained, frozen in place by the sight of her slowly stretching her jaws wide open, revealing the full extent of her dark, wet black inner flesh. It wasn’t the typical pink he expected. It was exotic, foreboding, and ever so tempting with the way it seemed to absorb the light it caught. She pointed inside her mouth, and he reached out without even thinking. If he was really going to end up as her meal, he had to show her how much he wanted it.

Giving her a maw-rub brought a little snort of pleasure from her nostrils that he felt puffing over his chest. He pressed in, immersed in her hot breath, wondering if perhaps he caught a hint of who she’d eaten last amid the heat. It was sweltering. He always thought reptiles were supposed to be relatively cold inside, but maybe dinos were an exception. All that mattered was how good it felt to squish his hands down on her tongue, or the inside of her cheeks, her palate, even her dark gums just below those huge, bright teeth. He could only imagine how much work it took to keep them that white.

There was no indication of when he should stop, so he just kept on going. The more he worked, the wetter his hands got. He could see the drool he was helping her work up, just by letting her sample his taste like that. It all came with an inner rumble like a growl. The anticipation was palpable. He could feel it in the air. Somehow, Bryan just [i]knew[/i] she was thinking about biting down right then and there, whether it was to snip him in half or just envelop him and swallow him whole in seconds. There would have been nothing he could have done, and that was exactly how he liked it.

He was almost disappointed when she allowed him to pull back and dry his hands a little, giving him a little nudge so he slipped along her body. Finding himself sitting just below her bust, he went ahead and played with that a little too. Where he thought he wasn’t usually into breasts, he couldn't help but find [i]hers[/i] sexy. That was becoming a recurring theme. He watched her as she licked her lips and smacked her chops at him, shuddering with lust for a moment, and he was even more excited when she reached for him and wrapped her fingers around his waist, plucking him right up off of her to dangle in the air.

“Could eat ya. Or I could just step on ya. That’d feel pretty good. Let’s see what I think. Get down on the floor. Flat on your back.”

That was when the trembling started. It wasn’t fear. The way she spoke so casually about ending him, he was really starting to believe she would do it. When she set him down, he all but collapsed. His legs were more than a little shaky, along with the rest of him, and balance wasn’t easy. Stretching out flat, splaying his arms and legs wide to leave himself entirely at her mercy was a test of willpower he intended to pass. He didn’t care if he was being stupid, if he was trusting her far too much. This was the most important pleasure in the world for him, and he wasn’t going to let a bit of stupid self-preservation get in his way.

Kaz took her time with it. She must have known how every single passing second felt for him, and she dragged it out at her leisure. Straightening up, climbing off the table, stretching her arms up behind her back, she eventually gave him her attention from far, far above. She towered over him when he was standing, given he came up to her thighs at most. From the floor, she looked like a titan, a jade goddess more like a statue than a living creature. He watched her carefully, seeing that devious grin spreading over her, seeing more and more of her sexy teeth, and then all eyes were on the sole of one huge, scaly foot looming over his face and the rest of him all at once.

It completely eclipsed him, blocking out the lights above as she lowered it little by little. He whimpered. There was no helping that. It was entirely possible that he was living his very last seconds of existence. Any moment, she could have chosen to just smash down on him and crush him flat, absolutely pulped him, and that would have been it. He might not have even known it was happening. All that desire, ended in a single second. Instead, she eased into it, ever so slowly, showing surprising control and care for someone of her size.

Her scales pressed to his face first, then touched down over the rest of his body. His dick ended up grinding against her heel somewhere. He was entirely immersed in her scent, in the light sheen of the day’s exertion on her scales. She rubbed against him, made him grind on her, and applied slightly more pressure each moment. It was comfortable at first, overwhelming after a little longer, and then put some strain on his bones when she squished just hard enough. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move, but he could certainly feel [i]good[/i], pulsing with excitement against her sole, waiting to see if she was really going to go through with it or not.

Again he gave a sigh, both relieved and needy with desire when she let up on him. Kaz chuckled at the sight of him, all shaky and soaked in his own leaking juices.

“Just kidding. Wanted to see if you’d let me. Pretty convinced now.” She gestured with her head towards the door. “Here’s my thought. Let’s cut this session a little short. Meet me out in the parking lot once you get your head together, then you can show me where you live. I’d rather make a mess at your place if it gets bloody.”

The way she said it, it was like even she wasn’t in control of how he ended up dying. Any one of her impulses could have won out. He knew how he would want it, if it was up to him, but it wasn’t. His life was entirely in his hands, and he hoped she treated it with as much greed as possible. He couldn’t even get up by the time she departed. For a few seconds, he thought he was paralyzed, that perhaps she’d done more damage to him in the process of stepping on him than he thought. But no, that was just his nerves, and he managed to struggle his way up to his feet over the course of a full minute or so, despite the strain of his arousal tempting him to do something about it.

Keeping her waiting wasn’t an option. Besides, he wanted to stay nice and hard for her to make sure he could take care of anything she desired. He was ready to fuck that rex if that was what she wanted. Sex with any other woman would have left him limp, but the thought of getting between Kaz’s mighty thighs and making her feel good, in any way he could - god, he was salivating again. Not as much as she had been. He was still picturing her, still breathing her scent on his skin when he changed into his street clothes and rushed out of work after her.

She was waiting out there, towering over the vehicles, muscular arms folded over her chest. He was panting by the time he got to her, dashing along as if she was going to change her mind if she waited a moment too long. As for himself, he wasn’t worried. He was [i]set[/i] on his decision. Though he had to wonder, glancing around, what exactly someone of her size actually drove.

“Where’s your car?”

Kaz chortled. “You really think someone like me would fit into something? Nah, c’mere. Lemme give you a ride home. It’s nearly as fast.”

“Wha -”

Bryan was so caught up in anticipating the perfect evening with her that something unexpected like that totally threw him off. He gazed up at her when she reached for him, and didn’t move when she snatched him up with a single hand. She wasn’t asking. Up he went, caught in a grip that could have easily crushed him right out there in the open air if that was what she was feeling like doing to him. Instead, she brought him all the way up and set him on her shoulders, where he clung into some of her head spikes for support. He was going to have to hold on tight.

“Where we going?”

He gave her his address, and off she went, building up thumping momentum, pounding down the street with a human on her shoulders. The way the wind whipped in his face, he was starting to wonder if [i]that[/i] was how he was going to die. She was at a full run after not long at all, leaving the scenery a blur, eyes watering, his hands sore and his arms shaking from the effort to keep a hold on her. He was slipping. Maybe she would catch him if he fell. Maybe she wouldn’t even have noticed. Thankfully, it was only a few minutes of that distinctly unsafe rex ride before she arrived at his place.

“This one? Huh.” She shrugged at the sight of his two-story place, which nearly threw him off of her. He couldn’t tell if that was intentional or not. “Guess the massage business pays well. Maybe I ought to get into it. For those folks who need it [i]real[/i] deep tissue.”

It was true, he had a pretty sizable place. They [i]did[/i] pay him well for his expertise. For whatever reason, it felt a little embarrassing to have her see it anyway. Especially when it came time to set him down on his shaky feet. He almost didn’t want to be away from her for a second. The run had helped her work up a nice layer of scale-sweat and scent. At least figuring out how she was going to get inside wasn’t going to be hard. The house had been made for people of various sizes, be they human or the typically larger animal people. Even so, she still had to squeeze through the bigger entrance and duck her head down once she got inside.

His decorating hadn’t exactly been with huge, hungry t-rex women in mind. Not ten seconds of her being inside, and she’d already tipped over a table, smashing a vase on the ground. When she turned to look at it, she knocked over a whole recliner with a casual swing of her tail. Careless, or destructive, it didn’t matter. She didn’t apologize. It didn’t bother him. She was leaving her mark on his place and making it a little more hers just by being there. With her back hunched - something that made him click his tongue to see it, no wonder she had so many knots to work out if she stood like that indoors - she scanned around the place and gave her thoughts in the form of a short grunt.

“Look at all the nice things I bought for you. Guess I’ll be taking all this too, unless you’ve got someone you’re leaving it all to.”

“R-really?” He’d never thought about that part, but it was true. He didn’t have family to worry about, so really there was no one more important in his life but her.

Kaz shrugged. “Good way to make sure there’s no going back. Go ahead. Prove you really want me to do it for good. Got a lot of boys like you who just pretend.”

He was so fucking hard just hearing that. Before he could think otherwise, he yanked his phone out of his pocket to get onto an online banking app. He wasn’t going to let her think he was a faker. It was surprisingly easy to transfer absolutely everything over to her. All he needed was a number, which she helpfully recalled off the top of her head, as if she’d done that exact sort of thing before, to previous Prey. No wonder she could afford so many deluxe massage packages. There were a few hoops to jump through just to verify that he really did want to be penniless, completely devoted to the rex. He did them as fast as he could, heart throbbing in time to the steady thump of his achingly stiff cock. It was really happening.

“Good,” was all she said about her new inheritance. She started stripping.

It wasn’t for him. She was just getting her clothes off, and quickly. He stared up at her anyway, trying not to gape. His own clothes were feeling like they were imprisoning him by that point, but he didn’t dare move. She was watching him. He’d seen her naked over a dozen times by that point, but it never got any less hot. Knowing this time was [i]different[/i] only made him more aroused, completely forgetting how much he liked guys when faced with that naked, glistening, lightly sweat-sheened wall of jade muscle. He was ready to do anything for her. Which was good, because she wanted more than just a meal.

“Your turn. Everything off. Then come here. You’ve got that wide-eyed virgin look about you. No offense. Just true. You’re getting laid before you die.”

That was a lot to process. He opened his mouth to stammer some sort of reply, but he wasn’t about to stand there, disobeying an order. His clothes [i]had[/i] to go. They’d grown so tight, so stifling in the last few minutes. Just as she had, he stripped down without making much of a show out of it. He was leaping along the floor trying to get out of his pants as quickly as possible, and he was pretty sure he heard a tear on the sleeve of his nice shirt. That didn’t matter either. Dragging off his last sock, he stood before her in his half-trashed living room, completely in the nude, his every visible throb his ongoing tribute to how much she turned him on.

She looked him over, nodded, then glanced around to find somewhere to crash. His couch would do. It wasn’t built for her of course, but that didn’t matter. She threw herself back and let it cushion her fall, breaking it into more of a bed when it loudly collapsed under the weight of her scaly ass. She stretched herself out, laid back on the wreckage she’d created, and parted her thighs. He’d seen her pussy plenty of times and never even considered what it might feel like. When she beckoned to him, he showed his very first sign of hesitation, but only because he didn’t know where to start.

“Uh ... I don’t think I’ll be very good at what you want ...”

“First time, huh? First time with someone like me? With a lady, maybe? Or just ... in general?” She didn’t bother to give him a chance to answer, and just shrugged. “Don’t really care if it’s good or bad. It’s your last. You might even end up dying during this if I get too rough. That’s the risk you’re taking. That’s what’s gonna make it hot for me.”

She made sure to stare him deep in the soul to make sure he got that message. He froze until she relented. Then it was a matter of scanning her over again, and trying to figure out where to even begin if he was going to manage to successfully pleasure her at his size. She was a puzzle, but an enticing one he couldn’t wait to solve. With a little help. He looked into her eyes, his expression a little pleading.

“Where should I start?”

“Just come here. Touch me. Taste, if you want. Put your whole damn head in if that’s your thing. You’ll figure it out.”

He approached it much like any other massage he’d given her. Except, she wasn’t usually so aroused when he rubbed her. Her scent was prominent. There was something about it that was distinctly reptilian, but he couldn’t place it. Like the rest of her, it was surprisingly warm. He wanted more. For as little as he ever thought he’d enjoy a pussy, he wanted to sprawl across her folds, to spread those lips and get at the black flesh within. He all but threw himself at her once he was close enough to immerse himself in the rich, hot musk of horny dinosaur wafting all through his living room.

Applying much of his body at once to her sex got him good and slick, coating him in an impressive layer of juices that left him dripping and drenched down to the toe-curling heat and perfume she gave him. He rubbed against her, grinding his shaft against the lower reaches of her pussy, kneading the lips and pushing them apart with his hands. It was so much easier when he didn’t ease into it, despite the initial shock of all those sensations at once. He breathed her, he soaked in her, and when he got over the initial rush of it all he started licking.

Oh, the taste! It was strong, filling his senses in a second, but he quickly decided he liked it. She was surprisingly sweet for all blunt nature, and she kept him slathering on her until he was pushing his whole face between her folds. When he felt a distinct flex of pleasure from her, he knew he was doing a good job - while also acutely aware of how powerful those inner muscles were. If he got trapped between them just right, she could have crunched his entire skull at once. Maybe that was how it was going to go. When he looked up at her for approval, he saw her staring, grinning slightly. She beckoned.

“Little higher. Put your dick in me.”

“Will you ... even feel it?”

“I’ll squeeze tight.”

That was as intimidating as it was enticing. Never in a thousand years would he have believed he was going to end up [i]fucking[/i] her when he first met her. She closed her thighs around his hips ever so slightly when he climbed up atop her sex and positioned himself just right. Maybe [i]that[/i] was how he was going to die. All it would have taken was one good squeeze to crush him into dust. He planted his hands on her stomach, feeling those firm muscles beneath her scales, and maybe an ever so distant rumble beneath all the protective layers. He squirmed and nearly lost his balance just thinking about that. However she ended up killing him, he hoped she’d still eat him too.

This time, he had to be tentative. He carefully lined himself up and pushed forward where he was pretty sure the right spot was. The way she was true to her word and tightened up right around his modest shaft as soon as he was fully inside told him as much. She squeezed him [i]hard[/i], but he was surrounded by such wet, squishy black flesh that it didn’t hurt. He’d never felt anything like it. She closed her thighs a little more to envelop him, and then applied a little pressure, and all he could do was gasp out a squeaky moan, collapsing atop her abs, listening to her gut while he trembled inside of her.

It took him a few seconds to remember what he was supposed to be doing after that total system reset. His surroundings were little more than white noise compared to the beast in front of him. She huffed and puffed once he started thrusting into her clamping depths. He was so tiny compared to her. He probably could have fit his entire arm inside of her with ease, and maybe his entire body too, but the way she grunted, the way she flexed and twitched and dangerously gripped him with her powerful legs made it really seem like she was enjoying what he was doing. He was making her feel good enough he saw her mouth something he couldn’t hear.

The whole thing was so overwhelming that he felt fatigue creeping in already. That didn’t matter to him. All that meant was he had to speed up. Even if he was soon gasping for air, he did his very best to thrust into her as hard and as fast as he could possibly maintain. Worrying about being gentle with her was laughable. He tried to batter his way in, to ram her and pound her, to move the mountain that was her body, even as perspiration began to show on his skin and his lungs began to ache. It was all for her. And for him, too.

Just when he thought he was getting the hang of it, that he was building to something, she tipped her head down, leaned in close, and spoke to him a few inches from his face. Her breath washed over him, dousing him in a sweltering layer of clinging heat and scent, helping him sweat all the more. He was slipping and sliding in her tightly gripping cunt, getting slightly crushed by her thighs, clinging to her, shaking for her, and all it took to make him cum was a few good words.

“I’ve decided. I’m going to swallow you whole.”

In an instant, Bryan lost his focus and threw himself forward with a [i]hnnnnh[/i], crying out and grunting through the sheer strain of pleasure unlike any he’d ever felt, unlike any that even seemed made for his delicate body. He shot his seed directly inside of her and then rolled around into a second orgasm the moment the first one felt like it was trickling off. It made him pump and drain his balls until they were sore, and yet even then he was still twitching, still firing off dry until she finally released her grip on him. He didn’t even realize he’d passed out until he woke himself up smacking his face down on her scaly middle.

For him, it was an obscene volume of cum, though it probably felt like little more than a few drops for her. He never felt her cumming, but that was probably a lot to hope for. Laying there, puffing, outright drooling, and still giving the occasional twitch of uncomfortable, overstimulated arousal when he thought about what she just said to him, he finally managed to look back up at her when he remembered how to see. She had laid back again, breathing a little heavily himself. She spoke when she felt his gaze, without immediately looking.

“You did pretty good. Real good for a gay boy with his first pussy. Hell of a last cumshot, right? Hey, come here. “

She beckoned, and up he crawled, as if tugged by a leash. When he got far enough she patted him on the back and made him lay his slick self over her bust.

“Here. Play with my tits a little while you catch your breath. I want you steady when I eat you.”

He knew how to do that. It was time to apply those familiar massage techniques one last time. He lacked his usual oils, but his whole body was so wet that it served nearly as well. Rubbing her pussy juices into her scales, kneading, digging in deep, he got a good hot huff from her when he did his job well enough. He just hoped he wasn’t doing such a good job that she reconsidered the whole fatal thing. Her next words made him sputter in surprise.

“You want me to bite your head off?”

“... Huh?” His eyes were wide, and he immediately stopped rubbing, thinking he’d done something wrong, but she didn’t look any more pissed off than usual.

“Before I swallow you, I mean. It’s gonna suck inside there for you if you go down alive. Could take a while to digest you, too. If you want, I’ll spare you that part, all the same to me.”

“Ahhh ... no thank you.” The weight of realizing all it would have taken was a yes and she would have done it in an instant hung on his every word. “I want to go through it all.”

Kaz shrugged. “Works for me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Up here.”

She pointed to her mouth, and he started crawling, thinking it was the moment. The seconds were counting down. And they still were, but he had more time left. She kissed him instead, laying her big lips against his face and chest alike to leave a big wet smooch dripping down his skin. Her voice was as gentle as he’d heard it, words aside.

“I’m gonna really, really enjoy killing you. I mean, look at you. So cute and precious. Exactly the kind of person I [i]shouldn’t[/i] eat. That’s why it’s so hot. Plus, I like ya. I’ll be thinking about ya afterwards.”

“That’s ... I’m really glad to hear that, Kaz.” He smiled. “I’ve been thinking about how hot it’ll be to [i]be[/i] you. To help you move, to help you think, you know? Maybe help you build a little muscle. I know it’ll be a pretty tiny contribution given how small I am, but ...”

“Nah. You’ll be my most valued calories of all. Alright.” She straightened up a little, cracked her neck to the side, and just like that a shadow fell over her. The light in her eyes was dimmer, the curl of her smile looked more like a snarl, and her entire aura was more menacing in ways he couldn’t fully explain. Her voice was lower, too. “It’s time to fucking eat you.”

He noted that she didn’t ask him if he was ready. That didn’t matter anymore. She’d made her decision, and so had he, from the very moment he suggested it to her. There was absolutely no backing out anymore. He’d already given her everything he owned. It was time to give up everything he had left. Just another Wednesday when he woke up, but it was going to be his last day on the planet, all because of her. She reached for him, and he didn’t try to dodge away from her grip.

Snatching him by the head again, she dragged him much more roughly down his body, shoving his face against her gut. With a little more pressure, he got a much better listen to the groaning and gurgling going on in there. It made him whimper out loud. The constant noise rumbled out to him, waiting for him, calling to him. Kaz’s voice came out similarly, finding the lowest registers of her already deep voice.

“Hear that? Listen closely. That’s all because of you. It’s all ready for some nice, fresh human meat. You’re going to get utterly fucking pulverized in there, and then you’re gonna die for good. Just to give me a snack.”

No matter how many of the grim realities she spelled out, he wasn’t any less aroused. Even after his double orgasm, he was stiff for her again, flinching every time he throbbed especially hard. His cock was still a little sore after that release. That wasn’t going to matter, soon. He laid there for a little longer, draped across her pussy and her middle alike, until she grunted an order.

“Get up.”

Releasing him, she left him to scramble, to obey her one last order. He stood before her and watched her getting up. She couldn’t quite rise to her fullest height in there, so she pressed herself against the ceiling just to loom over him as much as possible. He listened to her rumble, to her deep, hot breaths. He stood before her ready to fall to his knees in reverence, so very tiny, so very squishable compared to the living statue, to the giant among women who he’d invited into his home, all alone with him, with no one to stop her from following her every murderous whim. When she’d let him bask in her for long enough, she reached down and snatched him.

Up he went, soaring through the air, or so it felt. She gripped him tightly enough he could only just barely breathe, and left him trapped there in her one hand, fingers wrapped around his thighs, waist, and chest, pinning his arms to his sides. He’d seen inside her jaws plenty of times, but this time was special. It was the last glimpse. Parting her lips slowly, revealing inch after inch of sleek black mawflesh, she stretched and snapped those strands of spit, creating plenty more the longer she thought about her pending meal. Her breath steamed in his face, thick and heavy, and her tongue sounded ever so slick when she stuck it out of her jaws to welcome him in.

For as much as her maw enraptured him, Bryan took one last look around him, at his home, at the [i]world[/i]. It was all so mundane compared to her. There was nowhere he wanted to be more than inside her. She didn’t give him a moment more, and he didn’t need it. Nor was she delicate with him. He didn’t expect her to be. It all came rushing over him when she shoved him firmly against her tongue, squishing him to the slick black flesh, slobbering all over him, bathing him, soaking him to the core. He felt like he was already part of her. But he could go so much deeper.

Bryan never expected her to savour him. That wouldn’t have even been right. She was a t-rex, and she was going to eat him like a dinosaur should. Even then, it was shocking just how fast she could gobble him down. He felt her tongue press him to the roof of her mouth as if to squeeze out a little more of his flavour, but after that, it was all devouring, all shoving and sliding and wrapping him up in the tight grip of her gullet. She forced him into the dark and then made him vanish down her bulging throat just like that, with nothing more than one, tremendous, soaking wet [i]GULP[/i] that felt as if it must have echoed through his home. There was nothing more definitive, nothing left in doubt. He was her [i]prey[/i].

Down he went. He was moaning his way down, even when the air grew thinner and more caustic. Her body was more hostile to him for every inch he descended. He was plummeting, diving down so far it felt like he was going to fall forever, but eventually he came up against the resistance he expected. That quickly gave way to accept him into the chamber below, where the heat truly turned unpleasant. He was sweltering his way inside of her, cooking ever so little for every minute he spent there, curling up at the bottom of her belly once he was fully down, fully swallowed, fully eaten whole.

Kazgoran didn’t even belch. He wasn’t big enough to warrant one. She patted her gut a few times, sending a resonating thump through the chamber around him. Then she found somewhere to sprawl. She was very good at that. Bryan felt himself getting jostled around, sloshed with the scant few juices there were already present, along with the skeletal remains of her breakfast. She hadn’t been lying about that. Whoever it was, she’d already burned every scrap of meat off their bones, and those too were all pockmarked or softened by the extended stay in her stomach acids. Bryan wondered how long it was going to be until he looked like that.

She could have easily just stayed there for the rest of the day, but she wasn’t about to miss a meeting with some friends just because she’d eaten someone alive. Bryan was just going to have to deal with all the movement that came with her picking herself up gathering up her clothes, making her way right back out of his newly vacant home without so much as a glance behind her. She didn’t exactly care for [i]things[/i] and wasn’t about to waste time going through his junk for something she wanted to keep when she already had everything she wanted.

Every single step she took jostled Bryan up and down, only adding to the shifts and gurgles that were already happening. He was already relegated to nothing more than meat. The gurgles fired up, pumping inwards to churn and squeeze, to start soaking him in gradually deadly juices. His skin seemed perfect for soaking it all up, for getting coated in layers of acids that began to slowly eat away at him. It mostly tickled and tingled at first. He didn’t feel anything concerning, other than wondering where exactly she was taking him. He might not have been a big bulge, but he was pretty sure he was still vaguely visible from the outside as a faint swell in her usually taut middle, if nothing else. Kaz wasn’t in the slightest bit ashamed or embarrassed about slowly digesting someone right in public, right in front of her friends who she met at some bar to chat and drink.

Bryan didn’t pick up everything that was going on. Everything was distinctly muffled when it wasn’t just drowned out entirely by the loud gurgles, or the constant fleshy noises squelching and scrunching all around him. Sometimes things tightened up around him to the point he gave a little whimper, but nobody on the outside seemed to react. He did eventually manage to catch them talking about him when things got a little calmer all around him. A distant voice pointed out the small shape pushing out in the rex’s middle, tucked under her clothes.

“Who’ve you got there?”

The motion Bryan felt rippling all the way down to where he was might have been the result of Kaz shrugging.

“Friend. Keeping this one. He wanted it real bad.”

“Aww, that’s cute. You’re always finding your little devotees.”

Kaz said something in response, but Bryan didn’t catch it. Her belly got a whole lot more active when something splashed over him. At first he thought it might have been belly acids, but it burned in a different way. That was some strong drink the rex was downing, and it poured all over his naked form, stirring up her gut in response. The cozy chamber kneaded him, massaged him, and basted him in thicker and thicker juices until he was starting to feel more than just the usual tingle. He knew the telltale itch as soon as he felt it. And he knew that meant it was only going to get worse, that it was going to hurt. Yet he didn’t regret refusing her offer of sparing him the suffering when there was so much pleasure and excitement to be had in going through the process. He just hoped his squirming didn’t interrupt her time with her friends.

Kaz didn’t totally ignore him, at least. She played with him, toyed with him in subtle ways that only he noticed. Tightening her muscles up around him, clenching on him just to show the strength of her body was a good way to remind him just how powerful she was. In case he’d somehow forgotten, deep down in her stomach. Maybe she could have crushed him completely if she went just a little tighter. He wondered if anyone would have heard the [i]crunch[/i] and final gasps. Or if they would have cared.

Every drink she took was one that stirred up even more of her stomach activity. And she could really knock them back. The bubbling and churning accelerated the sensations dancing all over his skin. It was starting to hurt. It was getting messier. Now and then he felt a part of himself getting softer, getting thinner, slowly burning away to satisfy the rex’s hunger. Something sort of sank inwards in a way that didn’t feel natural and made him yelp in surprise, which got him a pat from one of Kaz’s big strong hands. She spoke to him during a quieter moment.

“Any regrets yet?” She chuckled, drumming her fingers on her gut. “You’re not in much of a position to answer, I know. Wouldn’t matter much. You’re good as dead by now anyway. Belly’s already treating you like meat. Just need to wait.”

“How’s it feel giving yourself up to the big girl?” Someone leaned up close to Kaz’s gut to join in on the teasing, speaking in a singsong voice. “You gonna squirm extra good for Big Green? Gonna make her even bigger, even stronger once you’re all churned up?”

He wanted to say something, wanted to at least show off what good prey he was being, but something really crushed down on him in that moment. He heard a crunch. A distant one, somewhere down around his foot that brought with it a rush of numbness in place of pain. He wondered if Kaz did that on purpose. The best he was going to do was letting out a small whimper escape him when something sizzled away in especially painful fashion. He never screamed. It wasn’t that kind of pain. It was the dark, oppressive, constant torment rather than anything immediate and shocking.

Sometimes it ebbed and flowed, but it never relented. He endured for minute after minute, wondering how much longer he was going to keep breathing in there. His head was spinning, his chest was tight, but he kept gasping away, keeping from suffocating despite how caustic every breath felt in his lungs. Maybe he had to worry about drowning too, for how high those juices were getting all around him, thanks to the bits of him that were already digested.

It was getting harder and harder to pay attention to what anyone was talking about. They weren’t teasing him anymore. He was lost down there, tucked away in the darkness of the t-rex’s stomach, getting digested right in front of several people who knew he was in there, who knew he was slowly dying, and they weren’t going to do a single thing about it. He could have screamed, he could have begged for help, and they would have just teased him further. Not that he was remotely considering that kind of thing, of course. It was just strangely sexy to think about. Some trace of him could still feel arousal despite the gradual havoc being inflicted upon his naked body.

He wasn’t counting, but it eventually felt like he must have passed an hour in there. Or maybe it was a mere few minutes, and the pain had a way of diluting time. It was only going to get worse. The acids were constant, but the squeezes grew more aggressive, bending and twisting him in ways his body wasn’t meant to be. He felt something crack, something crunch, but it was still fairly minor. What wasn’t was the way he seemed to just be outright drifting apart, floating off in several directions at once. There was probably so much more damage done to him than he could even perceive. He was thankful for the darkness, in a way, even if he was curious. The shuddering and squirming he could still manage to provide was his best compliment to her talents. Kaz probably knew exactly what that writhing meant, giving an amused snort.

“Still kicking, huh? Guess you’re really into being there. Almost outta time though. Been a pleasure. And just so you know - I’m definitely going to get off on your last little twitches. They always feel so pathetic.”

She wasn’t really taunting him as she was just stating the facts. At least he thought so. It wasn’t going to matter in a few more minutes. Those words were meant just for him. When she was done, she raised her voice for her friends to hear.

“Boy’s about done. Back in a bit. I got the tab.”

Even in the haze of things, he couldn’t help but think about the fact that he was paying for drinks with her friends with his money. Well, it wasn’t like he was going to need it. Up she got. Even just that small motion was enough to jostle him around dangerously, sloshing the juices and acids even higher. He was all but entirely submerged while she walked. When she got somewhere private, stepping out a back door to slip into the alley, leaned up against the wall. All she wanted was some time away from prying eyes, and that was the best place to get it. Maybe someone could have wandered out and seen her, but it was far too late to care. She already had her fingers down her pants, touching herself to the fleeting moments of Bryan’s remaining life.

“You feel that? You’re fading. I know you are. It’s not going to be much longer at all. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard when you go. Make sure to twitch your best for me.”

He couldn’t even think of answering when the acids rose up over his head, fully submerging him in the stuff. Then he was drowning in addition to everything else she was already doing to his body. It was only going to get worse. There was no hope, no rescue. It was only a question of what was going to kill him first. The pressure on his body threatened to smash him to pulp, the acids were eating right down to the bone, and he couldn’t breath. He choked unpleasantly on the fluids around him, feeling them burning his throat, but that was a problem that wasn’t going to trouble him for long. There simply wasn’t enough left of him to hold together, and for a few glorious last minutes, Bryan got to experience what it was like to [i]die[/i] inside of her - until the rapidly encroaching numbness overtook his entire body, thoughts included.

When he was utterly motionless, when there wasn’t even a hint of life left in his body, she held nothing back. Pulling her muscles up tight around his corpse, around all the meat that used to be her talented masseuse, she showed off how easily she could have killed him at any moment. Pressing, squeezing, flexing, she put more and more pressure on the melting form of the human within her. It soon resulted in some [i]CRACKS[/i] and crunches passing through him when his arms bent the wrong way, or his legs got all wrapped around themselves. She turned him into nothing more than a meaty sludge, into a smashed, destroyed mockery of what he had once been, a completely unrecognizable carcass of what he’d used to be. Partly digested, shattered, and melting away into mush to be stripped down to his bones by the rex’s powerful digestive system, he was right where he’d always pictured himself being ever since he started thinking about her that way.

Kaz hadn’t been lying. She toyed with herself, fingered herself, got her digits nice and wet. The [i]schlick[/i] of her masturbating to the feeling of her prey going completely still mingled with the constant [i]glurrrrrn[/i] of her digesting the last of him. She huffed. She moaned, even, loudly enough that someone inside probably heard. It was all more than he’d ever managed to make her do when he was alive. When he was completely silent and motionless, and her gut settled down, shrinking back to its normal size, she growled out and squirted in a heavy, back-arching orgasm that left her thumping her hips and ass back against the wall behind her hard enough to shake the whole bar.

The alley ended up nicely painted with her lusty scent. She milked out the pleasure for as long as she could, while he fell down to little more than bones clattering and breaking inside of her. Then she sighed. It was a breathy, womanly noise that he probably would have liked to hear coming from her, but he was never going to get that chance. She stretched a little, shook off her soaked digits, and finally stepped back in to enter the bathroom and wash her hands. She wasn’t going to just leave her friends sitting there now that her middle was fully smoothed over and ordinary once more.

“Damn. That was quick,” someone said when they saw her and her flat middle striding back in.

“Eh. He was soft,” she said, but lightened her tone when she took a moment to think about him. “In a good way.”

“Sounded like it.”

If he was still alive, Bryan would have felt the curious touches and strokes to Kaz’s middle that she allowed her friends to give. There was nothing to feel but for her own hard muscle. Not a trace of the human remained, at least not any that were visible on the outside. He was already getting absorbed, already getting distributed through her system to add some small bit of extra strength and weight to her perfected form. The rest was just going to rattle around inside of her over the course of her remaining day. Maybe he wasn’t even going to be the last person she ate before she slept. He was just another meal for her, but a good one, and surely somewhere inside Kazgoran hoped he got everything he wanted.