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She really knew her way around a lute. That was a talent not many people could claim. Brad felt strange and out of place, sitting alone in a hotel bar past midnight. He was only there because his flight was cancelled. Yet it seemed like a strangely popular spot. The slender otter stood out in his red hoodie amid a sea of suits and ties and other formal wear, though no one was looking at him. They were all fixated on the stage, the lighting casting a welcoming spotlight on an occupied stool. He couldn't help but stare right with the rest of them.

She looked more like a brute at first glance. A towering woman of impressive muscle, her violet scales were harsh, bumpy by appearance even at a distance. But she was elegant in her way, with a bright, golden frill fanned out around her head. Her eyes matched that, gleaming there beneath the spotlight as she plucked her instrument. He'd never seen someone play one of those before. It was huge. But she was bigger, easily cradling it across her thigh as she basked there in the attention of the entire hall, strumming her gentle song. Her voice was sweet and soothing, in contrast to her hefty body. He couldn't even make the lyrics out, but found himself humming along anyway.

How drunk was he, exactly? He felt more than just a buzz. Brad was almost certain he had only ordered one drink, but he was feeling like he could just topple over at any moment as his thoughts grew looser. It wasn't a bad feeling. He was increasingly relaxed, slumping into his chair, putting on a dumb, contented smile. But he couldn't let himself slump too much, lest he miss out on a single note of that lovely, intoxicating song. He had never heard such music. Something about the tone, the melody, the rhythm ... it all came together until he could feel it. As if it were reaching inside and touching parts of him never before touched, evoking emotions he couldn't even have described.

The room began to fall away, the longer he watched her. Whether it was her fingers dancing over the thick strings, or the movements of her lips as she breathed those sultry words, or simply the gleaming light within her golden eyes, he was mesmerized. And maybe even attracted. He was a thoroughly gay otter, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the sight of her. So massive, so powerful, and yet exhibiting a gentle feminine grace as she entertained the crowd. Except, it felt like she was singing to him and only him by then. Everyone else had simply vanished from his peripheral as he fixated on her. He found himself leaning over the table, feeling almost as if he were being dragged across the room. She just seemed closer and closer, until he was all but sitting at the foot of the stage, gazing up at her.

When she looked right into his eyes, he froze. Intimidated, maybe. But also enraptured. So very flattered that she would even notice him. And then she smiled to him. The whole thing left him grinning, staring up at her, admiring her every single detail. He had thought she was wearing a dress when he first saw her, but he could see every single part of her. Those scales, glistening like gems, those eyes, those teeth. Even her breasts. He couldn't help but look at them, his entire sexuality getting turned upside down the longer he admired her muscular form. It didn't matter that she wasn't even playing her instrument anymore. He could still hear its smoky tone resonating through his head.

She was naked, and so was he. He was looking up at her from where he lay, stretched out on an unfamiliar bed. The room was cozy and it smelled deliciously of various potent scents, all wafting from the candles flickering around them. She was still smiling to him. From his position, flat out on top of the covers, disoriented and confused, but unable to find the willpower to rise or speak, she looked even bigger than before. Truly a scaly titan of a female. Maybe she didn't turn him on exactly, but he ... didn't mind being in her naked presence.

"There you are. I almost wondered if you would even wake up," she said to him in a soft voice, still smiling at him with her eyes as she spoke.

"What? I don't ... where am I?" he stammered once he finally found his voice. There was still something settled over all his thoughts, like a cloud of smoke wafting around him. Every part of him felt slow, weighed down, as if he were underwater.

"Shhh," she urged. "No need for such questions. You are right where you need to be. Isn't that right? Nod for me."

He nodded. He wasn't sure why. The compulsion to obey her simply came to him, and he didn't bother to question it.

"Good boy. You're a cute one, aren't you? An adorable, soft little otter just waiting for the right woman to come along ..." She inhaled slowly, deeply, keeping his attention locked upon her the entire time. Then she sighed out and continued in a more sultry tone. " ... and take control."

When his only answer was a dumbfounded stare, her smile became more of a grin. He saw her teeth, curved, sharp, bright white. But she was still as beautiful as ever.

"Mmm. You are a suggestible one. So deeply taken. At my command. Left arm up."

At the words, he did exactly as told, lifting his arm for her and holding it in place until she gestured for him to lower it.

"Good. You are going to make for such excellent co-star. Just stay right there while I get us all set up."

He did as he was told. It was as if she had tied him to the bed. But there were no visible bindings, nothing weighing him down. He could have easily just sat right up and fled, but his body wouldn't cooperate. All he could do was tip his head, and follower her slowly swaying tail as she made her way to some electronic equipment set up nearby. He saw a computer, wired to a video camera. A few clacks of keys, and a red light turned on near the lens.

"There we go. Let's put on a good show, otter."

She moved to the foot of the bed once more, reaching down, stroking along his calves. His toes twitched at the slightest touch. Her claws might have been dangerously sharp, but they didn't harm him any. He still couldn't move, only observe what was happening to him. Not that he didn't love every single little touch. He was still intoxicated by her, basking in a presence that was so potent and enticing that he was left squirming slightly. So many questions in his head, feeling himself admiring a body he had never considered his type before.

She smelled nice, too. The room was maybe slightly too warm, but he had no complaints. Especially if it meant her hide was glistening with a generous layer of sweat. There was musk to her, a sexy sweaty scent that filled his nostrils and clouded his mind with thoughts of simply shoving his face against her. It was such an urge that it almost roused him from his helpless state. He wouldn't have even known where to start with a woman like her. But he couldn't help but find himself increasingly attracted to her the longer she controlled him.

"Tell me your name," she softly spoke, and he obeyed.

"Brad."

His swiftness to answer made her chuckle briefly. "Very good. I am Zathinias, the bard. And you are mine now. Smile for the camera."

He smiled.

"Ha!" she laughed. "So obedient. You'll let me do anything I want with you. I know it. Answer me now. Will you give yourself completely to me?"

He didn't think about it. He only nodded vigorously, the bed creaking slightly with the motion. "Of course I will, Zathinias."

"Good. You want to do this. You want to serve me, to please me. Because it feels good. Doesn't it?"

She punctuated that by running her fingers up along the inside of his thighs. Gripping them, squeezing them, massaging at the muscles as she slowly pulled them apart.

"Yes," he answered.

"Of course it does. Now tell me. I can guess just to look at you. You've never been with a woman before, have you?"

"No."

"Good. And have you ever wanted to before?"

"No."

"Mm. That's alright. We're going to change that."

Then her touches were higher, running just under his balls. She pressed a finger firmly to his taint and let that stimulation run right up his spine for a while. He whimpered out, but swiftly silenced himself. She hadn't asked him to make noise, after all. Then she was stroking upwards, using just a single flexible digit, applying pressure in just the right places. She rubbed his balls, his sheath, making them twitch, making him firm up rapidly. His cock thumped down onto his sack, then began to rise the longer she toyed with him.

"How does that feel?" she softly asked him.

"So good ..." he whimpered, his voice a shaky mess.

"That's right. I'm going to make you feel wonderful. All you have to do is obey me. I know you want to. Doesn't it feel good to belong to someone?"

"It does."

He could have rambled on about how he was feeling for a while, but he didn't dare do more than answer her. It wasn't for fear, but rather for the irrepressible, driving need inside of him to do exactly as she said. To follow her voice and her touches and please her in any way she asked. It fulfilled him. Made him feel complete and satisfied, until those invisible shackles upon his limbs were more like a guiding force, driving him on, giving him pleasure when he did something so simple as answer her questions.

She moved slowly on top of him. Her weight made the bed sag down beneath the two of them. She planted her knees on either side of his hips, and lowered herself down, briefly swiping her sex right along his shaft. He flinched to feel it. There was nothing unpleasant about the sensation, but he just ... he wasn't sure. He'd never been intimate with a woman's sex before, and as stiff as he was, he just couldn't help the inherent reaction at the thought of being buried within her. His hesitation didn't seem to phase her. Her alluring smile never faded.

Rather than ride him, she instead just kept moving. Up along his belly. Over his chest. Her pussy was slick with juices and sweat alike, bring forth a feminine scent along with something a bit more masculine, fitting her overall build. She was plenty aroused. Flexing, dripping there before him as she reached out to take him by the hair. He felt her fingers digging into his locks, but he didn't react. Simply remained frozen in her grasp as she sat right upon his chest, heavy thighs pressed to each of his cheeks, trapping him in place. Every breath he took meant swallowing down another dose of her heated aroma, tasting his arousal in the air, sweltering and soaking through his senses.

This time, she didn't give him any commands. She simply took physical control. He was completely locked there between her legs, his nose and lips having nowhere to go when she mashed her cunt right up against his face. He was completely immersed. Smothered deep against her sex, almost inside of her with how hard she was pressing up against him. She really got to grinding, smearing that mess all over his features, leaving him smeared and matted and absolutely sodden with that musky scent clinging to his skin. She'd marked him down, throwing him in the deep end so to speak. Rubbing and thrusting away his hesitancy with powerful rolls of her hips, fucking his face right on camera for an unseen audience.

Soon he could taste her. That potent flavour of sweat-glazed lizard pussy was mashing deep into his tongue. And that was before he even opened his mouth. He kept his lips sealed at first, resistant, trying not to get overwhelmed. He wasn't sure about any of it for the first few thrusts. But the heat was so intense, the aromas wafting into his mind so powerful that he couldn't help but grow harder and harder. He liked this. Maybe he'd always liked this. Or maybe it was just her. He could barely breath but it didn't matter when he was nose-deep in her delicious sex, slowly pushing his tongue inside her so he could obediently eat her out. She didn't even have to ask.

The first sample of her flavour sneaking through his sealed lips was one thing. Guzzling it down fresh from the source was another. He gobbled as he slurped her clean, gulping down the sweat and oozing fluids while he shoved his tongue deeper and deeper. Such a nice sensation, feeling it contracting around him as he pleasured her. But that just meant she was enjoying it. That meant to keep going. So he was swiping and slurping, dragging up and down her innards and folds alike, even flicking over the nub that must have been his clit. He hardly understood how a pussy worked, but when it got a satisfied hissing grunt of a reaction, he knew he must have been doing a good job.

He could barely breathe. She wasn't letting him up. Grinding down on him harder and harder, she forced his head down into the mattress, making a great dent in it as she pushed her weight into him. He could feel his lungs going tight, his head starting to spin. More than it was already. But rather than struggle or panic, he simply shoved right up deeper, until nearly his whole muzzle was inside of her. He sniffed her, huffing his lungs full of pure lizard musk, swallowing it until it was all he could smell, until it was imprinted on his senses. He was drooling it out, gulping it down, savouring her, worshipping her. He wanted nothing more than to please her, and every time her breath came a little sharper, he felt a pang of pleasure right down his spine to know he was making her feel good.

Just before he passed out, mere seconds from him passing into unconsciousness, his head spinning, his eyes drifting shut, his body falling limp, she let him up. He gasped out sharply once liberated, rasping as he set to sucking in the air she offered him. She was only a few inches off of his nose, meaning every breath was another lungful of her musk. But he loved it. He cherished every single drop that fell down upon his fur, adding just a slight bit more to the soaking coating. He was glazed from nose to chin, juices rolling down his muzzle and running across his cheeks. She'd marked him and musked him, putting her scent upon his skin like a potent perfume, and it was all giving him the hardest boner he'd ever had in his life. It wasn't just that he had never so turned on before. He didn't even know such a thing was possible. It was something so much beyond just horny, rendering him so rigid his hips were shaking with the force of every throb there on the bed.

"Good boy," she told him, and his response was purely Pavlovian. The slightest praise, and his entire scalp was tingling. "You did so well for such a new experience. A cute little gay otter until you taste some prime lizard pussy, isn't that so? Don't bother answering. We can all see it."

He just stared up at her with a dazed, horny smile. She smiled back. Her approval was a ray of warmth all through his body.

"Since you're behaving so well, let's give you a reward. Something more familiar to eat."

All he could do was remain still, feeling himself sweltering, coated in her sweat. She rose up on the bed, squatting and turning herself around. Her broad feet planted right by his head, she lifted her tail high, giving him a good look at her ass before she brought it down upon his face. Like a solid, scaly battering ram, she slammed him into the bed as she immersed him in her rump, shoving his nose right up against the base of her tail while his lips locked in a messy kiss with her asshole. She was plenty sweaty there too, that thick rim coated in perspiration, just waiting to be cleaned off.

He got to eating her ass with even more enthusiasm than he'd licked her pussy. Delving in, he shoved his tongue right inside of her. It helped that she was sitting on him so hard he was nearly being crushed. She stopped just short, jamming his muzzled up between those taut cheeks, letting him taste and pleasure as she smothered him deep. He hadn't even got a chance to full refill his lungs yet, leaving them tight again, struggling for air where he was stuffed beneath her tail. He wasn't complaining. Didn't even squirm or fuss while he obediently licked and kissed at her sweaty ass.

She could really move those hips of hers, despite her bulk. Up and down she went, thumping on his muzzle repeatedly, all but using him as a dildo while she took his tongue deep inside of her. Back and forth, grinding, rubbing that salty sweat right up into his nose, making sure he never, ever forgot her scent. It was getting harder to even stay awake, smothered there, breathing nothing but pure lizard, worshipping her ass, drinking the sweat from her scales, swallowing it down. She didn't' relent. Didn't lift herself from his face for anything, even as he teetered towards unconsciousness. She just bounced and thumped her thick ass on his face until she was satisfied, deeply grunting, giving some hisses, flicking her tongue at the camera as she enjoyed his devotion.

"Look at this cute boy. A few minutes ago he'd never touch a woman, and how he's muzzle deep in my ass. You want to know how much control I have over you, otter?"

He didn't answer beyond a steady mmf as he continued eating out her rear, desperately trying to get as many licks in as he could before he passed out.

"Just watch this."

She ran a long finger up along his thigh once more. His leg spasmed and kicked out wildly just to the touch. Then both his legs were going once she reached his balls. She pressed that digit right between them, stroking ever so gently. So softly he could barely even feel it. And yet his body reacted. He was shaking, twitching, humping the air as she so subtly pleasured up. A little further up, and she was brushing that one finger along his cock, flicking at it, giving him the smallest possible amount of stimulation. She leaned down over him, breathing hotly on his dick, but never touching it with her lips. His ears perked beneath her ass as she whispered her next words.

"Cum for me."

He did exactly as he was told, without hesitation. His body obeyed her. In the very same breath as her last word, he seized up, tensed from his shoulders to his toes, and just whimpered there beneath her tail as he blasted his loaded up into the air. It hit her right in the tits, splattering across her cleavage, but she didn't seem to mind. She simply remained on his face, blocking out any chance of air, leaving that sleepy, suffocating state to amplify his orgasm to an even greater height. He was violently convulsing, completely out of control of his own body, his cock swinging back and forth with the rapid motions of his hips as he emptied enough seed to count for half a dozen orgasms. Pints of the stuff, spraying from him, endless, steady, thick, and blazing hot. All while he shook below, gasping out between those cheeks, finally falling into sweet unconscious bliss as the pleasure blew his mind, overloading all his systems and leaving him wrecked, drained, and so very, very drenched.

She rose from him before he could actually suffocate. In his briefly fainted state, he gasped out, still managing to recover despite his forced slumber. In a few seconds, he came to, coughing, choking on all the sweat in his throat. Along with his own saliva, worked up thicker just by her flavour. She sat alongside him, slowly rubbing at her breasts, smearing his cum across her scales, making a show of it for the camera. He was wheezing at first, rolling over onto his side. He couldn't even hold his head up, his arms collapsing beneath his chin when he tried to prop himself up. He panted, he gasped, he coughed and he huffed. His fur was utterly ruined with sweat, his head was pulsing, but the afterglow that swept through his bones, his veins, spreading to every single extremity, even the very tip of his tail, made it all perfectly comfortable.

Flopping onto his back again, he could do little more than stare at the ceiling. His tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth. His eyes were open but he wasn't seeing. He could have been dead, the way he looked. Rivulets of sweat were rolling down his fur. It was mostly hers. She laid a hand on his chest, feeling his head pounding, his lungs working overtime just to recover from the near-death experience. But if there were any regrets, any discomfort, any negative feelings whatsoever in his head, they were all banished by a few sweetly sung words. It was barely more than a hum, yet even that was enough to renew his intoxication, to make every sensation so much more pleasant, putting that dumb, dazed smile back on his face.

"Good boy," she told him when she finished her short song. The praise made him tingle just as much as before. "But what if I said that wasn't enough? I bet you would do anything to please me, wouldn't you? You'd give yourself over to me. Devote yourself to me. Let me do anything I wanted to you."

He tried to answer, but he couldn't. A vague nod didn't properly convey how enthusiastic he felt about such a question, but it would have to do. She softly chuckled.

"That's right. If I wanted, I could take everything from you. Perhaps your mind. Let you never think for yourself again. Follow only my every whim for as long as you live. You'd gladly let me do that, wouldn't you?"

He managed to clear his throat enough to warble out a partly choked response. "Yes."

"Of course you would. And if I simply wanted your body, what then? Would you submit to me? To my appetite?"

"I would."

"I thought so. Then come here, otter. Such a cute boy like you gets my stomach rumbling. I'm going to devour you, alive. And you're going to love it, because you know it makes me feel good."

His response came out more a moan than a spoken word. "Yesssss ..."

She let him see her smile once more. "Put on a good show for the camera, now. Such a market there is for soft boys like you getting swallowed down. You'll make me a small fortune, you know. But mostly, I want to feel you twitch your very last inside of me."

Her fingers locked around him as she gripped her shoulders. She leaned her face down right in front his, her breath hot and scented like rich desserts and wine. He started into the cavern of her slowly opening maw, watching the saliva snap between her curved teeth, and he knew all the saliva was flowing was because of him. She was drooling over him, hissing in anticipation while a gurgle echoed up from her gullet. It was dark inside of her, and it only got darker as she slickly, hotly overtook him, pulling him into her mouth to caress him with her forked tongue.

"Mmmm, yes. You taste heavenly. I won't forget your flavour. Even long after you're digested."

For just a moment, for a breath, a fraction of a second, that word temporarily broke him from his lusty stupor. He glimpsed the reality of the situation, the danger and the terror, and his eyes lit up with fear. It was that word in particular. Digested. It was one thing to think about being swallowed whole by her, tucked away snugly in her innards. It was something else entirely to think about the actual digestive process. Melting, burning. And dying. But his contemplation ended as soon as it began. He was enraptured all over again, staring into her mouth, letting her tongue glaze him in a little extra wetness atop all that was there already. Some tiny part of him knew what he was doing, what he was submitting to was not going to end well for him. But so much more of him wanted to make her happy.

It was that larger part that won over when he heard her moan. The sound was muffled around his face as she began to slurp him in. Just a nibble, a little suckle on his muzzle at first, hardly even eating him yet, but it was enough to bring that sound out of her. That sweet approval he so desperately sought. Knowing she was enjoying him made him almost try to feed himself to her. Easing forward, wanting to feel more of her mouth around his features, slowly, hotly enveloping him until he was gasping down the back of her throat. He could feel her flexing those deadly muscles, swallowing at the very tip of his nose. Once he got caught up in that constrictive grip, he wasn't going to escape. And even after cumming that hard, his balls were starting to clench up, his cock was starting to rise again, filling out against her bulk as she pulled him in close.

Her embrace alone could have crushed him. She had him locked into a hug that had her biceps bulging against his shoulders as she clutched at him. Possessive. Dominant. Controlling. She wasn't going to let him go. Not until her was simmering fully at the bottom of her gut. A little push, a little squeeze, and she was inching him forward, shrouding his vision in the humid darkness of her insides. Her lips were creeping up towards his shoulders, kneading down his throat, clamping tightly. She suckled on him as she massaged his face with her tongue, making sure there wasn't a single detail of him left untasted. Just having her savour him like that, he was slumping, relaxing, fully giving himself over to her whims. No matter how much those teeth scraped across his skin, combing through his fur as she slowly took him inside.

He heard the first gulp, and it sent a shiver through his body. She had already made such a mess of him, but the drool that rained down from her lips, running down his chest and back as she sampled him. Deep and unrelenting, once her swallows started they didn't cease. She just kept working her throat around him. First she took his muzzle, and down he went, his shoulders squeezed together in her jaws but didn't give her any trouble. The fleshy noise around him was only getting louder as he travelled down her gullet, and any attempt at making a sound got firmly stifled by the undulations of her throat. He was smothered just as tightly as before, drawing only shallow breaths, teetering towards unconsciousness. But he held on, staying awake to experience every sensation, knowing it would please her.

She consumed him with an expertise that made it clear she had done it before. Nothing gave her trouble. She squashed him down and made him fit, perfectly sliding him down without even needing to pause. Her breath still passed around him where there was room, ensuring his descent was sweltering, bringing more flavour out of him as she made him sweat. She was surprisingly hot inside for a reptile. He felt like he was sliding into a sauna. The smell of her breath remained sweet, but there was something sharper down below. Something hot, something dangerous, thick and acidic in the murky air of her throat. Yet her control remained firm, ensuring no part of his own survival instinct was functioning. He was just a slippery, sliding otter riding down to his demise, happy that she was enjoying him.

His legs lashed up into the air as she tipped her great frilled head back, whipping him upwards, snapping his spine. Not painfully, just a little crackle of air from his joints as she pointed his feet at the ceiling. Such an angle gave the camera the perfect view of him sliding down. His hips and cock were framed between her teeth. Her tongue played up along his rump, teasing him beneath the tail, giving some deep slurps to his taint. His face was faintly outlined in her chest, but mostly he had vanished beneath her armour-like scales. He was almost gone.

The constrictions of her swallows was getting even firmer, almost crushing at his body. He didn't feel any pain. Only pleasure, the floaty ecstasy of satisfying his new owner. She licked his cock a couple times and took it into her throat, letting it glide its way down as she finished him off. His legs hardly took her any time at all. Even when he was twitching and kicking out with the pleasure of grinding his way down her gullet, getting a nice sloppy rubbing off all the way to her stomach. He was splashing in, pushing past the resistance, finding himself dunked facefirst into her digestives. They didn't do much more than tingle for the moment, but he could already feel them sticking to him, getting on his fur, on his skin, impossible to wipe away.

One more nibble of his feet, and a sweep of her tongue between her toes, and she finally sent him down. She pushed her palms on his soles just to help him along, stuffing him past her lips, her teeth, finishing him off with one final gulp. And it was the wettest of them all, sending down all that saliva right along with him. It washed him to the bottom of her partly flooded gut, while he sagged in beneath her scales, bulging her out as he gathered up into a sodden ball of delicious otter. It was tight enough in there that he ended up folded over himself, his flexibility tested and strained while his knees got shoved up to his ears. Yet he still wasn't complaining, barely even squirming. Even when he heard the first deep rumble of her stomach.

It was an echoing, resonating, deafening noise. It was coming from all around him, and it coincided with her clenching up even tighter around his body. Something crackled, though he was pretty sure it wasn't broken. He would have felt that, surely. It was harder and harder to breathe as well, her sweetness gone in favour of that caustic scent. He found himself breaking from that daze once more, starting to realize just how bad a situation he was in as she stroked over the bulge he made, hefting him up and down and showing him off to the camera. The outline of his body bounced and jiggled while he was left sloshing around with all those fluids, getting even more thoroughly coated. They splashed up in his face, and he was starting to feel a little discomfort as that slime got in his eyes. But before he could fear, before he could panic, he heard her voice.

It was muffled, but it still had the proper effect. Just a few seconds of humming to him, stroking over his captive, partly crushed outline beneath her scales, and he was soothed once more. He sighed out, relaxing his muscles, the itchy burn upon his face fading away to numbness. It was alright. It was going to be alright. She would take care of him. He thought about simply drifting off to sleep, lulled to a drowsy state by the heat and the tightness all around him. He couldn't move. Couldn't see. All he had left was to trust her, knowing she would make sure nothing happened to him while he napped.

Before he could drift off, he was roused, even lightly startled by the abrupt end of her humming song. She belched. It was a rich, wet burp, echoing through the room, projected towards the microphone that was capturing every gurgle and grumble of her gut. Patting him, she flicked her tongue in a hiss, then let her voice fall into a moan as she admired the shape of his slowly digesting body. He might have managed to give her a bulging gut, but her stomach muscles were still strong, still flexing inwards to compress him smaller and smaller, forcing him to bend and twist into an almost perfectly round shape within her. It was hurting.

He wasn't sure when he realized he was being crushed. Or melted. There was a grim sense of the terrible reality crawling up the back of his mind before reaching the forefront. He was burning in her stomach acids. They were eating into his skin. His fur was falling out in slimy clumps, gathering at the bottom of her gut. That meant he was exposed, stripped bare for her juices to really start to work on him. It was plenty more than itching. They were getting through his skin, burning away layer by layer, and getting into his eyes, his nose, his mouth. He couldn't protect himself when he could barely move. At best, he could squirm slightly, which resulted in little more than a bit of wiggling to that bulging, scaly belly. A little extra show for the camera, and the unseen audience relishing in his impending demise.

It was all coming back to him. None of it made any sense. The spell was broken, and he was doomed. He'd willingly let her have her way with him, shove her pussy in his face, pleasure herself with him. He'd worshipped her and submitted to her. And he didn't even like women. Not that way. Especially not enough to let her eat him alive. He wasn't ... it wasn't fair. She'd tricked him. Controlled him. Hypnotized him. And he'd only woken from it at the bottom of her gut, feeling it slowly snuffing the life out of him, showering him with digestive enzymes. He tried to scream out, but he could only gurgle, damningly swallowing even more of that churning fluid.

"There he is. Welcome back, otter boy. How do you feel now?"

She knew he couldn't respond, but she paused to let him try anyway, stroking firmly and uncomfortably against his painfully confined body as she waited.

"For a gay little otter, you eat a good pussy. A shame your first time with a woman will be your last. But don't worry. You'll look great on my tits and ass. How does it feel, knowing you're going to be part of my womanly curves?"

She casually dipped a few digits between her thighs, rubbing at herself as she savoured in digesting him. He probably wasn't going to last much longer. He was sizzling, suffocating, squishing down to a shape his body wasn't meant to take. While he might not have been falling apart just yet, the external damage was already progressing to internal as he choked down those foul-tasting fluids. Coughing, hacking, wheezing, he was only getting worse with every second spent inside her unforgiving depths. And he still couldn't respond to her.

Zath spoke to the camera, still playing with herself and her belly alike, putting on a show. "By his silence I'd say he has no complaints. Probably sinking down into the soup by now. He was a pretty thing, wasn't he? Soft and cute. Mostly innocent. But I know what you sinful watchers like. It's the ones who don't deserve it who you enjoy seeing me digest the most, isn't it?"

She pressed her fingers more firmly against him, making him sink inwards, no long able to hold up to even that modest force. He was squishy, softened, partly digested. Turning into mush at the bottom of her gut, hardly even resembling an otter anymore. Just a mass of sludge, all primed and ready to be liquefied, absorbed, used up for her nutrition. The messiest end. He never thought he'd die like this.

"Such a fun little thing he was. Bright-eyed. Sweet. Eager. But no one's going to see him again. He's almost done. Soon he'll stop twitching and pass down into my intestines. All he'll ever be is something to flush down the toilet."

She put on a sinister smirk, rubbing at herself a little faster.

"Yes, I know you all like that, too. Such dirty ones you are. I'll even let you watch. But first I have to finish melting him down. Go on now, otter. Give up. I don't even need to control you anymore. You have no choice. Die, or die. Melt for me and make me thicker. I'll sleep in bliss and shit you out in the morning."

That was going to be the last thing he ever heard. That wicked, crude proclamation of his fate. All other sound began to drop out as the juices invaded his skull. He was burning, melting, falling to pieces. All his senses began to fail. Sound became hollow. Taste went dead. All was dark, and numbing as he lost control of his muscles. They twitched out involuntarily, giving the audience one last show, making her tightening gut wobble. Then it went still, and he faded into the slime and sludge with one last choking sigh, sinking beneath the surface, slumping to the bottom as little more than meat clinging to his bones. And even those weren't going to stand up to the lizard's acid all night long.

She smiled as she felt him stop moving. Another pat to her fattening gut, and another little belch towards the camera, and she sighed as well. Cozy. Warm. Luxuriant and soaked in sweat as ever. She didn't bother to shower yet. That could wait until morning. For the time being, she just slowly toyed with herself, rendering her juices thicker with each stroke and plunge. She remained fairly calm even as she brought herself to orgasm, giving merely a few hisses and flicks of her tongue as she spread her thighs wide, letting the camera see her pussy gushing. A few hot squirts upon her thighs and she was satisfied, sitting back, stretching out, yawning, humming. She couldn't mesmerize people through the camera quite as well, but she knew they were still enraptured. All those anonymous watchers, masturbating to the sight of her, and to Brad's terrible demise. It made her smile to think about.

The rest of him was was still pressing out on her gut, softer as it squeezed in around her prey. That bulge was extra visible as she reclined, stretching out and splaying her toes in orgasmic pleasure, leaving herself a dripping mess for everyone to see. She didn't bother turning off the stream. They could all watch her sleep, watch what remained of the otter slowly soften down, until her gut was flat again. With maybe a little added chub. There were a lot of calories in an entire person, after all. She folded her frill in against her neck and shoulders and relaxed, breathing slowly, letting herself drift off to the warm sensation of a full belly.

When she awoke, he was all but gone. She was a little softer around the middle as predicted, but much better than that was the added fat around her curves. Some of him went to her hips, and a great deal went to her tits. The first thing she did on sitting up was give them a squeeze. She could still see plenty of activity in her little stream. Plenty of reactions to that sight. Maybe half a cup size of extra weight was padded onto her breasts. She smiled at the camera, rubbing them, not even bothering to say anything. Everyone knew exactly what it meant. Brad was the lizard's titfat for good.

Then she gave a wink, rising to her feet, sticky and a bit grimy with the sweat she wore all night. That could be fixed with a shower, easily enough. She strode forth, taking the camera from its perch, stretching the wire along as she walked on silently to the bathroom, dragging her heavy tail behind her. Setting up once more, she let everyone get a good look at her as she nakedly settled down on the seat of the hotel toilet. She just barely fit there, given her heft and height, but it would have to do. Because there was no more waiting. The otter had digested smoothly and comfortably all night long, but he nonetheless was not waiting for the final step of his messy journey. She kept her tail lifted high, draping it over his right shoulder, and then just sighed as she began to flex her asshole.

A great, solid mass of digested otter began to push out from her rear, sliding down to the bowl below and taking a long time to break off. It was as heavy as a brick, thudding down with a tremendous splash, sending some water up over the sides. A standard toilet was not built for someone of her size, much less for a dump like that one. She flushed preemptively, just to be sure. It probably wasn't going to be enough, but the first few pieces of him went down at least. She kept on squeezing, kept on shamelessly shitting him out, all ruined and unrecognizable. Hardly even a scrap of fur survived the journey, and his bones were barely more than fragments, smoothed and softened, if not completely powder, adding a whitish tone to some of the filth.

She remained nonchalant through it all, only letting slip the occasional grunt or snort as she disposed of him, flushing whenever it was ready to try to keep up with the mess she was making. It took minutes. Maybe near half an hour to fully dump him. He was solid, nearly like rocks at first, requiring some extra force, some grunting and flexing to get him out. Just a slight strain. Nothing to fuss about. After that he was softer, smoothly falling from between those muscled cheeks, hitting the bowl and swirling down the drain. A few particularly soft pieces followed, and then she found herself sealed up tight again. Almost there. Just one more obstacle.

The last piece was a long push, a hard, forceful blockage that took some effort on her part. She grunted out loud, gritting her teeth. The viewers were probably loving it. They always seemed to like when she had to strain a little. Such strange sorts they were, but oh how well they paid. She almost didn't even need to rob him when she was done flushing him away. But she might as well. Not like he had any use for it. Near a full minute of her flexing, of her trying to force out that last piece, and it finally came free. Rushing down into the bowl with a heavy splash, there was a bit of a clatter of bone along with the rest. That explained it.

She didn't bother to look back at what she'd turned him into. Though she did let the camera see. Her audience was shameless, but she was happy to give them what they wanted. Once she got herself clean, she simply hit the handle again, flushing down the very last of him. Maybe it was a bit of skull, or some other significant bone rattling around in there before being sucked down into the partly-blocked drain, fully clogging it in the process, but she didn't really care. He was gone. Nothing but lizard shit. She'd hardly even think about him again. Maybe a brief, fond recollection of her meal when she saw her tits in the mirror. But that was all.

A thorough shower later, and she was as fresh as before, smelling flowery and enticing rather than the sweaty, musky mess of previous. The toilet was pretty much ruined, but that was far from her problem. Nobody could trace her, and any possible witness was far too entranced to even remember her. She'd made sure of that. Nobody ever knew what happened, they never remembered her face, allowing her to walk freely, hunting and stalking her next meal without ever facing any consequences. Even someone as distinct in appearance as her.

Rifling through his wallet and his other possessions, she found a few things to take for her own. A modest haul, but the money coming in from her performance was much better than a standard robbery. It was her new business, her new con, and the only thing she needed to was keep finding victims. Turning the stream off with a little wave, she smirked at the final time. Near half a day she'd been showing off for her audience. This one was one of her most profitable ever. They'd enjoy seeing her ruin that otter. She was going to have to keep that in mind for next time. Maybe make that her new focus. Find the cutest, the sweetest, the brightest-eyed boys as eager to please as they were innocent, and ruin them for profit and pleasure alike. She just hoped she could soon find someone else who so perfectly fit that profile like that poor otter did. What was his name again? Ah, it hardly mattered anymore when he was swirling through the sewer pipes. She turned off the lights behind her and left him to anonymously clog a hotel toilet, for someone else to find.