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Jane still couldn't believe where she had ended up.
The crocodile who she met at the bar, and who she later went on a date with, seemed like such a wonderful and charming man. Suave, smooth, but also down to earth, not unreachable, not a jock. The vixen could not have imagined that after 2 weeks of dating him, and finally getting the chance to go back to his place and consummate their love, that she would be so casually snapped up by those jaws, swallowed down by rippling muscular contractions, and finally nestling in her new, unwanted home: the pit of his stomach.
The tight, fleshy confines of the reptile's belly were completely unyielding. As soon as the vixen was dumped out into the wet, sloppy chamber like any other meal the crocodile had gobbled up, she was forced into quite the awkward position, curled up inside the best she could be: her legs folded up against her chest, her arms crossed 'round them, and her ample breasts squished awkwardly to the sides of her body. Her sleek, soft fur and hair was already matted with the crocodile's drool, but now that fluid was mingling with the more acidic juices both resting in the gut and actively being secreted by the walls massaging and pressing against her from every side.
The tightness of her new home was oppressive, to put it lightly. The walls felt soft on the surface, but whenever you squished into them, it was clear that there was rippling muscle and power just beyond them. Every wiggle and struggle she made barely reflected on the outside, and her predator surely didn't think of more of letting her out afterwards. No, the wiggling was the most enjoyable part! Why else would you eat something whole and alive if you didn't want it to kick it around in there?
"Ugh, that fucking son of a bitch...Martin!! Hack me up RIGHT NOW!!" Jane howled at the top of her lungs, her teeth gritted and her eyes looking up at where she assumed the ears of her predator were. She couldn't hear much over the constantly assailing cacophony of gurgles, groans, and the thumping backbeat of his heart, but she did feel the gut tighten around her a few seconds later, and hear the results of it afterwards: a long, deep belch, followed by a few thumps against her form...
She couldn't believe how easily she had become a snack. The two of them were just cuddling, for quite a while even, before Martin made the first move, planting a long, wet smooch on her snout. The shenanigans progressed until it became full on sexual, Jane happily riding her lover's throbbing length. She enjoyed it, so much so that she didn't even notice his jaws snap around her head as soon as he came into her. Even now, she could feel the feminine juices dripping out of her, betraying the fact that she had been robbed of an orgasm. She wished she could at the very least reach down there and relieve herself, but with her arms and legs tucked in such an awkward position, she really couldn't do anything else except wiggle as a solid mass...
And that is really all she was at this point, a solid mass. A lump in this predator's gut, constantly pressed against and churned, prepared for the process of digestion. Already Jane could feel it starting to come on, the slippery and slimy fluids coating her body making all of it start to tingle gently. She could wiggle and thrash and scream as much as she wanted to, but at this point she was nothing but food. And the worst part? She didn't even fill him up, despite how tight his stomach was around her. She was just a snack...
And like all snacks, eventually she would melt and churn away into nothing but a thick soup in the belly that squeezed around her form so tight. Martin would belch proudly as he felt his gut start to really work on her, rubbing and pressing on the gradually softening form in his middle until it noisily turned the wiggling, tasty fuck he just had into a thick sludge. It would truly be wonderful to feel that coursing through his bowels, gradually absorbing every last bit of her. She would probably end up on his thighs, or maybe his gut. He really needed some ass fat, as well...but he couldn't control where she ended up. At least, once he decided that she should be in his belly, anyway...
?Jane still couldn't believe where she had ended up.
The crocodile who she met at the bar, and who she later went on a date with, seemed like such a wonderful and charming man. Suave, smooth, but also down to earth, not unreachable, not a jock. The vixen could not have imagined that after 2 weeks of dating him, and finally getting the chance to go back to his place and consummate their love, that she would be so casually snapped up by those jaws, swallowed down by rippling muscular contractions, and finally nestling in her new, unwanted home: the pit of his stomach.
The tight, fleshy confines of the reptile's belly were completely unyielding. As soon as the vixen was dumped out into the wet, sloppy chamber like any other meal the crocodile had gobbled up, she was forced into quite the awkward position, curled up inside the best she could be: her legs folded up against her chest, her arms crossed 'round them, and her ample breasts squished awkwardly to the sides of her body. Her sleek, soft fur and hair was already matted with the crocodile's drool, but now that fluid was mingling with the more acidic juices both resting in the gut and actively being secreted by the walls massaging and pressing against her from every side.
The tightness of her new home was oppressive, to put it lightly. The walls felt soft on the surface, but whenever you squished into them, it was clear that there was rippling muscle and power just beyond them. Every wiggle and struggle she made barely reflected on the outside, and her predator surely didn't think of more of letting her out afterwards. No, the wiggling was the most enjoyable part! Why else would you eat something whole and alive if you didn't want it to kick it around in there?
"Ugh, that fucking son of a bitch...Martin!! Hack me up RIGHT NOW!!" Jane howled at the top of her lungs, her teeth gritted and her eyes looking up at where she assumed the ears of her predator were. She couldn't hear much over the constantly assailing cacophony of gurgles, groans, and the thumping backbeat of his heart, but she did feel the gut tighten around her a few seconds later, and hear the results of it afterwards: a long, deep belch, followed by a few thumps against her form...
She couldn't believe how easily she had become a snack. The two of them were just cuddling, for quite a while even, before Martin made the first move, planting a long, wet smooch on her snout. The shenanigans progressed until it became full on sexual, Jane happily riding her lover's throbbing length. She enjoyed it, so much so that she didn't even notice his jaws snap around her head as soon as he came into her. Even now, she could feel the feminine juices dripping out of her, betraying the fact that she had been robbed of an orgasm. She wished she could at the very least reach down there and relieve herself, but with her arms and legs tucked in such an awkward position, she really couldn't do anything else except wiggle as a solid mass...
And that is really all she was at this point, a solid mass. A lump in this predator's gut, constantly pressed against and churned, prepared for the process of digestion. Already Jane could feel it starting to come on, the slippery and slimy fluids coating her body making all of it start to tingle gently. She could wiggle and thrash and scream as much as she wanted to, but at this point she was nothing but food. And the worst part? She didn't even fill him up, despite how tight his stomach was around her. She was just a snack...
And like all snacks, eventually she would melt and churn away into nothing but a thick soup in the belly that squeezed around her form so tight. Martin would belch proudly as he felt his gut start to really work on her, rubbing and pressing on the gradually softening form in his middle until it noisily turned the wiggling, tasty fuck he just had into a thick sludge. It would truly be wonderful to feel that coursing through his bowels, gradually absorbing every last bit of her. She would probably end up on his thighs, or maybe his gut. He really needed some ass fat, as well...but he couldn't control where she ended up. At least, once he decided that she should be in his belly, anyway...