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It was a friendly beach, a very friendly beach. Strange things happened here, but if you believed the signs, most of the people at this beach weren't interested in the weird stuff.

Ellie was living proof. An athletic blond nearly six feet tall, Ellie went there mostly for the beach volleyball. She'd played volleyball all through college and now she played it here. If you were good enough, and she was, you could get sponsorships from various businesses, free beachwear, and a surprising amount of spending money.

She stayed away from the shadows of the pier, where the naughty things happened. The people and the animals here both adhered to that rule to keep the city from cracking down. As long as you didn't go past the RULES signs, you could spend a whole summer on the beach and not see anything weird. Well, nothing weirder than the three resident human-animal hybrids, anyway.

Jeff the sea lion lifeguard and Beachcomber the otter looked like what they were, first generation hybrids of animal and human, with short legs and semi-feral builds equally suited to two and four-legged travel. Callie on the other hand was cheetah from a couple of generations back and if you ignored her backward-bending legs, gently swaying tail and four-toed padded feet you could imagine she was a human woman in a close-fitting furry suit and cheetah face mask. All three were the product of couplings between humans and animals. Fucking a sea lion, otter or cheetah might have at best a one in a million chance of someone getting knocked up, but as the local saying went, "If enough people fuck enough sea lions...."

Enough people had, especially around here. These days they sold a bewildering assortment of condoms up on the pier, but not everyone had the patience to gift wrap that sea lion (or whatever) dick before they jumped on. Or even their own. Sooner or later some woman or female animal would end up with another bun in the oven.

And then there was the fact that people very regularly got eaten here. Callie licked her chops more than once when looking at Ellie across the net, admiring her toned physique and the cleavage she'd inherited from her mother. Ellie had heard the stories about Callie and had seen her with sudden love handles and belly fat enough times to believe them. She only had to say the word and she'd have that raspy feline tongue between her legs, and if she said another, she'd wear a nice new cheetah-fur coat for as long as it took the cat to digest her.

Ellie wasn't here for that. She went to the beach and she had fun, sometimes picking up a date from the male volleyball players the same way the cheetah did. If the stories were true the cheetah's dates tended to end in a burp, but Ellie was happy just with the sex. Specifically, sex with men. Human men.

Despite her best efforts, though, sometimes Ellie caught glimpses of the weird stuff. She saw a big-bottomed black girl stretched out under a huge sea otter one time in the shadows of the pier, with water-weasel cock being applied and accepted with equal enthusiasm. She'd had visibly aroused sea lions and seals wave a friendly flipper at her and look pointedly under the pier. One even yawned and pointed with a flipper, hoping she would stick her head into its maw. She'd seen people belly to belly with dolphins in the surf. It was a very friendly beach.

One day she saw how friendly it was not once, but twice.

She was taking a quick dip in a tide pool, cooling off after an afternoon of volleyball. As she washed the sand and sweat from her tanned skin a dolphin's beak appeared from the sea a few yards away.

--- - ---!, the dolphin chittered, and Ellie watched wide-eyed as it coughed a set of dive fins and a rebreather mask onto the sand. She could only see a little of the sea beast, but it was enough to know there was a long bulge in its streamlined body. Those fins and mask got in its stomach somehow, after all.

--!, it chittered, and bobbed in the water. With its beak it gestured at the mask and at Ellie.

"What, you want me to put it on?" Ellie reached out of the tide pool and pulled the flexible mask over her face. She'd heard about the high-tech masks and sure enough icons appeared before her eyes as soon as she had it on. Restaurant icon and distance, "Reformation limit 1,300 meters", compass rose, battery minutes remaining, pier icon....

"Take the mask to the vendor on the pier," the dolphin chittered, "There is a reward for returning them. Flippers too." Then it burped up a set of swim trunks and disappeared under the waves.

Ellie blinked, having discovered the primary function of the masks the hard way. She'd missed even this detail in her efforts to not read about people fucking animals or getting eaten.

She did as the dolphin asked. She attracted just as much attention on the pier as on the beach, with her white-yellow bikini stretched over her tits and ass. Ellie didn't mind being looked at and free money is free money. She grabbed the swim trunks too rather than leave them on the sand.

On the way to the pier she passed closer than usual to the rocks under the pier and a tall furry tube of half-otter waved a friendly webby paw. Beachcomber was sitting on a rock in the midst of a threesome. A red-haired woman was licking out a big-bottomed black woman and the black woman alternated chugs of beer with long sucks on the otter's cock. The black woman, who might or might not be the same one Ellie saw under a sea otter the one time, tossed the empty bottle onto the sand and climbed into Beachcomber's lap. Before Ellie could look away from the sight of her impaling herself on otter cock Beachcomber yawned and the black woman put her face on his tongue.

The red-haired woman was licking the otter's furry balls and fingering herself as the black one started to bounce. Only about half the otter's cock fit into his lover, but that seemed enough for both to be happy. Beachcomber put a clawed "Shhhh" finger in front of his whiskery muzzle while smiling at Ellie around the face in his jaws, then closed them and swallowed the woman's head.

Ellie looked away, reminded twice in a few minutes the sort of things that happened here. She didn't see the rest of the black woman get eaten, assuming it happened, and a few minutes later she turned the fins and mask over to the mask vendor.

"Dolphin spat them up in front of me," she said, and the vendor nodded.

"Yeah, some of the sea life has no use for money and get people to bring them back. Long as they show up I don't care." The vendor passed her a twenty and a ten dollar bill and threw the swim trunks in a box with a few other items of clothing. "We had a couple kids who spent all their time doing it for a while but kids are against the rules under the pier so we had to stop letting them do that. When a kid gets eaten it's a big stink."

"'When'?"

"Happens," the vendor shrugged. "Some of the animals are smarter than others and the dumb ones will eat anyone who looks willing, whether they're supposed to or not. At least here they come back. Some beaches, you only get to make one mistake like that. I heard about this kid who annoyed a seal a ways up the beach, he and his mother both -"

Ellie sighed and held up her hand. She shouldn't still be thinking about this. Yet she was. "But people do come back here."

The vendor had the look of someone who'd answered this question a hundred times. "You know Callie, right? She's been through the guts of every critter around here big enough to swallow her. We even had a raccoon guy show up and eat her a while back. And she's eaten, oh, a lot of people. She comes back, they come back too. The city would shut the place down if we had a shitload of man-eaters and people disappeared for good. Hell, I'm surprised she hasn't asked to eat you."

"She has," Ellie said. "Looked at me and licked her chops. What's it like, being eaten?"

"Don't look at me," the vendor said, but a thin blond man spoke up from nearby.

"Depends on the pred," he said. "Some you curl up inside, like Callie. Others have long stomachs you can stretch out in. People call those 'sleeping bag' preds. Seals, sea lions, dolphins if they're big enough. Most preds are careful not to scrape you with their fangs, so going in is like a massage. Gulp, down you go, and you get a tingle as you suffocate. You don't usually last long enough to really feel the acid."

"Sounds horrible," Ellie said.

"Well, you gotta be into it," the man said.

"Yeah, a lotta people try it, then swear off it forever," said a deep voice behind her. Expecting the half-otter, maybe with the bulge of one or two women in his middle, Ellie found it was the third of the beach anthros. Jeff the sea lion lifeguard was off duty with a beer in one hand and wearing a pair of swim trunks tight enough to show an impressively long bulge. That seemed to be a thing with the two male anthros here and from what she'd seen the advertising paid off.

The blond man at once struck up a conversation with Jeff, leaving Ellie with the impression that he'd been down the sea lion's throat at least once and would like to again. Ellie drifted off, considering what she'd learned.

"No," she muttered as she made her way back to her car. "It's a stupid idea."

She managed to not think about it, much, until the next day when she got to the beach again. First thing she saw was Beachcomber sitting next to the same big-bottomed black girl, talking and laughing. Her hand was in his shorts and to get there she had to reach past a huge soft bulge in his middle. Beachcomber had eaten at least one of his lovers last night and here was the mostly digested proof.

"Damn," Ellie marveled. Beachcomber gave her a thumbs-up and smiled a pointy-toothed smile. The black woman grinned and sank her free hand into the furry softness of her lover's belly. Beachcomber burped and they both laughed.

"Damn," Ellie muttered, and watched them disappear into the shadows under the pier. Beachcomber had a cooler full of beer in one hand and she almost followed them. He seemed like a really likeable guy, he had a big dick and the black girl sure didn't seem to mind being eaten by her lover.

Damn it, she was tempted. What happened to "Just human guys, no weird stuff"? She'd been coming to to the beach for a year and never been tempted to jump on an animal dick. Not until now.

"No animal dick," she resolved. "I'm just going to get this whole thing out of my head and move on."

She carefully read the RULES sign, which laid out all sorts of helpful guidelines like "Your right to complain about the situation you got yourself into ends with the burp or when you let that otter climb on top of you" and "If your feet are in someone's mouth and you're not into that it's definitely time to ask them to stop." And the all-important Rule 13: "Know what you're getting into before you do."

Ellie sighed. "This is a bad idea." But she made her way to the lockers, which were near the reformation spot. There were signs pointing to both. She put her phone and wallet into one of the free use code-locked lockers, punched in a code. As an afterthought she put her shoes and socks in too.

Clad only in bikini top and bottom, she made her way into the shadows under the pier. She didn't want anyone know about this. She knew she could find Callie, Beachcomber or maybe Jeff and it would all end in a burp. But then they'd talk and she'd have Callie licking her chops at her across the volleyball net no matter whose stomach she ended up. No, she needed a nice, non-talking, anonymous animal to feed herself to.

She found one. Under the pier were many sandy paths among the rocks. Some were better trodden than others, some led to tide pools as big as hot tubs. She averted her eyes when she found a man fucking a dolphin in one, not even looking long enough to tell if the dolphin was male or female. The third path she tried led to a secluded nook among the mussel-covered pier pilings and stretched out on the sand was a fat torpedo of a seal.

"Ort," it barked when it saw her. It was a long gray tube of a beast with short flippers fore and aft. It blinked ink-dark eyes and rolled over, slapping its flanks with its flippers and sending waves through its thick fat. Just seeing her and rolling over made six inches of pink-purple cock slide out of a slit, thick as her wrist and surely with more to follow. She was definitely not the first person to come looking for this seal. Emphasis on the "come". It was four or five times her size and wanted her in its lap, or lying next her her with its flippers around her as it thrust.

"No," she said firmly, and it blinked at her. Some animals here were smarter than others and this one knew that word. It looked disappointed right up until she reached out and pried its jaws open. Then it brightened. It also yawned and reached for her with its flippers.

It was over quickly. Ellie knelt next to to the seal and put her head in its mouth. It accepted the invitation, wrapped its foreflippers around her and pushed her in. With an elastic yawn and push of its muzzle it slid its maw over her all the way to her hips. There was a scrape of fangs and then slimy flesh was sliding by on all sides of her, slicking her down with a thick layer of mucus to lubricate her for easy swallowing.

In just a couple of seconds it had her half swallowed, its jaws and gullet trapping her arms against her. Just that quickly she lost any choice in the matter. Ellie tried to keep calm in the wet slickness of its gullet, knowing it was too late to change her mind. Rule 11: "If your face is in someone's gullet, it's probably too late to say 'no'."

It was definitely too late. The seal lifted its head, its already thick neck oddly bulged, and with a toss of its blunt muzzle it engulfed her hips. One more toss and it was to her knees. Only now did it tense, and she felt the ripple of its throat muscles as it swallowed. It really did feel like a massage, it turned out. A great contraction of its throat muscles pushed her through a fleshy valve and Ellie slid neatly in the seal's lengthy stomach.

"That wasn't so bad," she thought. A thick layer of slime coated everything in here, including her, and unlike the throat mucus this stung wherever it touched. That was everywhere, since her bikini top and bottom offered no protection. Belatedly, she realized she should have taken them off and left them on the rocks near the seal. Even if they somehow survived its stomach acids they weren't worth poking through piles of sea poo to find. Waste of a good bikini, that. That was the first thing to go wrong with her plan. Two more rapidly followed.

Ellie saw a glow in a slimy darkness of the seal's gut. She'd forgotten her smart watch! The thing was practically a part of her, waterproof and just about indestructible. She wore it swimming, bathing, playing volleyball, sleeping. Now it was in here with her. She slid her wrist up in front of her face, helped by the lubricating caustic slime, and saw it was 9:12 in the morning.

"Great," she muttered, just as the seal began to hump.

The gray tube of a sea mammal went hard at the sight of her but made no effort to force himself on her when she wasn't interested. It settled for a meal. But its erection never went down and she could feel it against her cheek and shoulder even through four inches of fat. Her slight movements inside pushed the flesh outward against its cock and it began to undulate on the sand, rubbing its shaft against the bulge she made in its belly.

"Oh, you pervert," Ellie swore, but she was in no position to tell it 'no' any more. The seal thrust harder and faster, interspersing its lusty barks with burps, and as the sting of acid became genuinely painful it tensed and shuddered.

The seal let out a long groan as it spurted great ropes of cum across its belly, then it relaxed on the sand. Belly full and internal balls healthily emptied it settled down to sleep off its meal. Just about then, Ellie kicked her last in sloshing darkness. The seal's series of burps had vented the air swallowed with her and sure enough she suffocated rather than dissolving to death. She was a long lumpy bulge in a seal, dripping with cum. Anywhere else, all she would ever amount to is seal fat and copious volumes of waste.

She wasn't anywhere else. Ellie blinked against the stabbing brightness of the sun and covered her eyes. She was sitting on warm beach sand right next to a painted wooden box labeled CLOTHES.

"Oh, right," she muttered. Just at the end she'd started to panic and struggle, for all the good it did. Suffocation does that to a person. Now she opened the box and had a look. Sitting right on top was the set of swim trunks she handed over to the mask vendor the day before.

She shrugged and pulled them on. The elastic waistband made them fit her as well as whoever it was on the way through the dolphin's bowels. A T-shirt only one size too large and with odd, probably stomach juice stains completed the outfit. Then she headed back under the pier.

The tide pool was missing its man and dolphin. No way to know if that meeting ended with a burp the way hers did with the seal. Deep in the shadows to one side something was growling rhythmically and she imagined a big sea otter giving or receiving a good fucking. There was no way to know without looking and she had other business.

The torpedo of seal was dozing right where she left it, its smooth outline now deformed by a long bulge. She could see the shape of her head and shoulders, then a taper, then the swell of her hips. It only took an hour to reform, or so she'd heard, and it hadn't had time to digest her yet. Previous Ellie was softening in a pool of acid but the bulge was still visibly that of a woman.

"Hey." Ellie pushed her foot against the bulge. The seal let out a long, relieved sounding burp and blinked awake.

"Ort," it said happily, and rolled onto its side.

"No!" Ellie snapped, not that it stopped half a seal cock from making an appearance. There was no sign of its cum from before. It was probably mixed in with the sand it lay on now.

"Ort?" Blinked the seal.

"I still don't want to fuck you, you stupid seal."

It blinked at her as innocently as a seal with a human-shaped bulge could manage. Ellie sighed. It hadn't done anything wrong, it was just an animal she fed herself to.

Some animals were smarter than others, the sign said. "Look, I want to reach in and get something, okay? Don't eat me."

It nodded, seeming to understand, and when she spread her thumb and fingers apart in front of its face it obediently yawned.

"Stupid seal," Ellie mumbled as she reached down its throat.

It was a dumb idea. She knew it as she did it and she knew it later when she reformed for the second time that day. The seal's long neck meant she couldn't reach with just her arm. She had to plant her knees in the sand next to it and crawl down its throat. Her fingers were just brushing the fleshy sphincter between gullet and stomach when it happened.

The seal, which up until then was lying perfectly peaceful and compliant, gagged as her shoulders pushed down into its throat. Then, with her so far in she made a great bulge in its neck, it gagged again. This time it swallowed.

Whether it had lured her down its throat on purpose or it was an accident the result was the same. A great contraction of the throat muscles gripped her like a soft fist and sucked her into its maw. The fleshy sphincter opened before her and Ellie slithered into a much less pleasant place than on her first visit.

As her feet slipped past the seal's back teeth and it swallowed a second time she was kicking frantically, for the stomach she slid into wasn't empty and barely coated with acid like last time. Instead a whole, partially dissolved woman was in there and the thing's gut was sloshing with powerful digestive juices busily engaged in breaking down the rest.

The bulge of Ellie's feet moved down the seal's thick neck and once more she slid whole into the waiting stomach. The bulge in its middle doubled in size and her frantic struggle made it change shape and sent ripples through the seal's thick fat. She didn't see its confused expression. It'd be an exaggeration to say it looked guilty. It was more of a feral shrug. "Oops," it would have said, if it talked, and followed that with a burp.

What she did know was that she'd just slid into a caustic hell of sloshing acid and softened flesh. Bones protruded from what used to be her and bruised her intact flesh. Even in just an hour her old face was a skeletal mask and her shoulders, knees and elbows were bony protrusions, the thin flesh there digested away. She didn't need to be told the same would happen to her, as every bit of space the two copies of her failed to occupy was full of hot acid and it attacked her as readily as it did her old self.

"You jerk!" Ellie swore, then choked on acid. She felt just the start of the seal's renewed thrusting. By the time it came once more across the bulge in its long body she was already dead.

"Fuck!" Ellie said as sunlight stabbed once more into her eyes. "Fucking seal!" In a much worse mood than before she yanked clothes out of the box. The swim trunks she'd rescued from the dolphin's maw would now get a trip through the seal's guts. She needed a new set of clothes and soon wore yet a different set of trunks, a tank top shirt (the only thing not three sizes too large) and a mismatched set of flip flops, one of them so corroded looking she was sure it had been through a predator's bowels.

Angry as she was, she remembered something this time. The sign talked about the translator masks, but also apps for smart phones. She got her phone out of the locker and sure enough, there was one available. "Seal," she selected from the pull down menu, then marched her way through the shadows under the pier.

She went right past a woman bouncing on a sea lion's cock and growled at a friendly dolphin that chittered at her from the big tide pool. He was asleep again, and her foot push was more of a kick this time. Just the same thick layers of seal fat absorbed the impact and he grunted awake.

"Ort?" He was learning, at least. Swollen around two women swallowed whole, he recognized this third iteration of her and knew she didn't want to fuck him. There was a certain stiffness to his long ridge when he rolled over but this time his cock didn't slide out the second he saw her.

"Yes?" Said her phone in English.

"I was wearing something when you swallowed me the first time," she said into the phone, and the phone rattled off a series of barks and groans. "I need it back and want to reach down your throat after it."

"I tried to not swallow you last time," the phone translated as the seal barked. "I didn't think you wanted it, but then I choked. I can hold my breath a long time but when you touched my stomach, it was a reflex. Things that deep in are supposed to be swallowed, not just sit there."

"Well, I need it back," Ellie said. "Can you throw it all up then eat it again?"

"Not supposed to do that," the seal barked. "Against the Rules."

Oh yes. Rule 9. "Once it's swallowed, it stays swallowed."

Ellie grumbled. That watch cost over eight hundred dollars! And there it was, probably still fine inside the seal, maybe a foot from her hand. It would most likely go all the way through the thing intact, but the last thing she wanted was to root through seal poo for her watch.

With two copies of her gurgling away it was surprisingly the seal who had an idea.

"If I swallowed you feet first," the seal barked, "And you found it, you could push it back up into my throat. I could cough it up for the next you."

"You can't possibly still be hungry." Ellie gestured at the seal's thick body, which was streamlined now only in the sense that a blimp is. Previously a smooth tube, it was swollen with the six foot long bulge of two human bodies.

"It's that or hope it comes out and you find it," the seal barked.

Ellie groaned, because he was right. It was this or poke through one seal dropping after another and hope the watch survived.

"Fine," she growled, and kicked off the mismatched flip flops. She stripped off the tank top and swim trunks and the seal just stared at her, no more or less aroused. It knew she wasnt interested and it was not like she looked or smelled like a female seal. She put the phone atop her clothes and the lot atop a rock.

The seal yawned and she slid her feet in. "Gently," she said, probably unnecessarily. It had swallowed her twice and barely scratched her with its teeth. A thick fleshy tongue guided her toes into the gullet and the seal swallowed. The massage-like grip of its throat sucked her calves out of sight and she was conscious of how strong its swallowing muscles were. If it kept swallowing she'd be sucked in even if it didn't use its flippers to push her in.

The second gulp took in her thighs and it twisted its head, carefully sliding its jaws over her hips. Its nose went over one hip and its chin the other, with barely a scrape of fang. It must have done this the other two times too without her noticing. This seal knew how to eat people gently.

When it swallowed her ass she felt the grip of throat around her naked legs. It really was too late to back out now. Maybe if she asked it to stop, but no resistance she could offer could keep her out of the seal's stomach. The bulge of hips moved down his long neck and she was to the armpits in his maw.

Whiskers tickled her armpits and the seal tried to speak. "Old brat," the phone on the rock translated.

Ellie sucked in a breath as her shoulders were pulled into its maw. Sliding up from beneath, one yellowed fang left a long scrape on the underside of her upper arm. She pointed her hands above her head to make herself narrower and took a last look outside. A great bulge was moving down the seal's neck and the next time it swallowed she would be gone. Her naked toes already felt the wrinkled valve that lay between safe wet throat, sloshing stomach acid and two half digested bodies.

With a toss of its muzzle she was looking past her hands at the underside of the pier. The seal tensed, swallowed, and like it or not she slid feetfirst into its stomach. The last thing she saw was diminishing light past its fangs as its jaws closed.

It was every bit as bad as she expected. Her original body was nearly skeletonized and thick slime was all that was left of its flesh. The seal's stomach acids were so full of liquefied flesh that it was like sliding into a mass of caustic yogurt. The next version of her had the familiar partly digested feel with the occasional protruding bone.

The gut was full of sloshing gastric juices breaking down two whole women and happy to start on a third. The only good news was the two partly digested corpses were easy to tell apart. Ellie shut her eyes and mouth, tried to ignore the quickly accelerating burn over every inch of her skin and found the nearly fleshless ribcage. At first she followed it in the wrong direction but when she hit the hips she remembered she was backwards in the gut compared to the other two. After that it was easy to find the shoulders.

The caustic juices hadn't detached any bones yet and she followed each arm with one hand. From the feel of it her bikini top had dissolved but she found her watch! Even though the slurry of dissolved flesh and her eyelids she saw the glow as she touched it.

She only had the one breath to work with but the rest was easy. The seal's stomach was packed full of flesh and bone and was just about as long as she was tall. Held in place by two skeletons, with her head almost touching the valve, there was no way to get lost. She pushed her hand back through the sphincter into the throat. Ellie reached as far as she could up the gullet, hopefully past the junction with the lungs, and let go of the watch before pulling her hand back into the stomach.

There was nowhere she'd less want to be, but there was no choice. Ellie deliberately exhaled her breath and as the churning acid ate into her she heard the seal cough, then let out a long burp. At least he didn't start humping the bulge this time. Not while she lived anyway.

For the third time in one day Ellie shielded her eyes from the sun. This time she collected her wallet and shoes from the locker, confident she wouldn't go down a throat a fourth time today. She was making inroads into the CLOTHES box but she should be able to bring the previous set back by. It was her fault for not taking her bikini off before she was swallowed the first time. If she had, she could have worn it home.

From what she felt inside the seal, no one would be wearing it again, ever. It wouldn't show up at the "USED" clothing kiosk up on the pier. She'd learned that some people paid good money for clothes with acid stains and even ones that took the whole trip through an animal. As long as the fabric survived, someone would want it. The bikini hadn't. However few calories it was worth, it was being digested with her original body.

Three times in one day, she mused. One painless, more or less, the other two anything but. As she made her way under the pier, she stopped to eye to the activity in the tide pool. Two dolphins, a sea otter bigger than Beachcomber, a man and a woman were splashing around. She wasn't sure who was fucking who and but everyone seemed to be in on the action. A number of beer bottles were stuck in the sand next to the pool and she took one after nodding in its direction and getting a return nod.

A sea lion hardly larger than herself spread its hind flippers. It was a female and didn't care that she was too. When she showed no interest it gaped and Ellie had no doubt that even this little sea mammal could swallow her whole. She patted it on the head and went on by. One thing was sure. She was over the urge to be eaten.

The seal was dozing where it had been the entire time. It was more blimp-shaped that ever, with flippers, then the bulge of three whole women all stretched out in its gut, then the long neck and head. A couple of feet from its whiskers were the folded up clothes, her phone, and her smart watch set neatly next to it. The seal must have nosed it over once it burped it up.

"Thank you," she said, then swiped her phone back awake and repeated it once she had the app going again.

"Sorry," barked the seal. "I appreciated the first meal, and the others, but I'm sorry it was so painful for you."

Ellie patted him on his flat sleek head. "You figured out how to get my watch back. You didn't have to do that."

Ellie looked at the swollen seal. Three copies of her were on their way to being bowel movements, most of its weight in meat and bone digesting away. With it went her favorite bikini, a set of swim trunks rescued from a similar trip through a dolphin and an acid stained T-shirt that would be a lot more stained when it reappeared. But she still had her shoes, her wallet, her phone and her smart watch. No permanent harm was done. Not to her current self, anyway.

Ellie considered her day. Three trips down a gullet and two very painful visits to an active stomach had cured her of curiosity about that, at least for the moment. But now she was curious about something she'd felt from inside him, twice now. She'd seen and done so much today that what she asked next seemed almost mundane.

"I appreciate you being so nice about it," she said, and listened as it was translated into barks. "Now roll over onto your side."

The seal shot her a curious look, then with a grunt of effort the swollen torpedo rolled until its groin was toward her. She'd seen and felt where it unsheathed and she only had to rub for a moment before its cock slid into view once more, unsheathing fully this time.

Wow. Beachcomber was better hung than any man she knew and this cock was even bigger. Thicker and longer, pink and purple mottled compared to Beachcomber's all pink. The size made sense since this seal was bigger than the otter. It took both her hands to bend it up toward her mouth. It must have an internal bone because it only bent at the base.

The seal let out a grateful groan as she pumped with both hands. She pulled its cock up against her breasts and opened her mouth. He'd swallowed her three times today, but he'd been really nice about the whole thing. It was only fair she swallow him once. She even had a beer to wash it down.