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She was so... empty. Her belly might have been round, but it was mournfully hollow. She sobbed silently to herself and ground her gash to the warm metal, shivering in delight when electric shorts skittered across her sensitive flesh. Why did they hide from her... Didn't they know how good it felt...? If they'd just try it, they'd see, it was amazing...

The creature, still bearing a few vaguely wolfish features, jerked from her reverie when the dull thunder of a dropship breaking atmosphere crashed across the encampment. She leaned over, peering round the electric tower she was intimately tangled in, squinting and sheltering her eyes from the sun peeking over the horizon. A small ship was scorching a path down toward them. She smiled slowly. Maybe these ones would like to feel good. Or... or maybe they'd taste good... She was growing hungry, as well. Oh, but there should be more than one of them, she shouldn't have to decide. It was always so hard to decide.

A clank below drew her eyes round. Faintly, she heard raised voices, arguing. One of the doors, the cursed, sealed doors holding her from her friends, was emitting thumping and screeching noises. Were they finally going to come out and play with her? She slithered down the tower, drool falling in slathering strings ahead of her.

Finally, the door burst open. "This is our chance, I'm not going to let them leave us behind! You'll thank me for this!"

"You're gonna DIE you idiot! I-- I'm closing this up!"

A young orca --Joseph?-- stumbled out into the light, shading his eyes, but he took pause at that. "You wouldn't-- listen, just give me two minutes, okay? We haven't seen any of those things for a whole day, they probably wandered off. Just two minutes!" He struggled to get a look at the sky. "Which way are they coming from? Shit, do we have any flares?"

A faint groan rose in her belly as she slid onto the ground at last. Ohhh, a big one! He'd keep her nice and full for at least an hour... But... then she'd have decide... Maybe his friend inside? Oh, hee hee, if she could get inside...! She was so tempted to go meet the orca, but instead, she worked her way around, into the shadow of the sealed building. She stayed off her paws to make sure she moved nice and quietly, sliding right up to the wall and working her way around to the door.

"Hey!" The orca shouted at the sky, squinting, as the distant dot swelled into a small freighter, slouching between four squat thrusters like an alligator. He hollered and waved wildly, even laughing as it drew closer. And in a flash, it shot by, circling the entire settlement and its outlying facilities, drawing lower, disappearing behind the treetops. He was a bit hoarse and coughing as he took a few steps back, trying to catch sigh of it again. "Do you think they saw me? I shoulda..." The door finally slammed shut. "Wh-- godDAMMIT Brandon open that door! I'm trying to--" he was just starting to rush toward the closed portal when he skidded to a stop, kicking up dust.

The other one had been too alert, she couldn't sneak up on him. She ached with disappointment... but at least she had one. "J-j... Josf..." She drooled out his name, and he blanched, backpedaling desperately. Tentacles shot out, and suddenly he was free of the ground. Screaming frantically, he flailed in the air, whipping up and in as she leaned back. Hot, wet darkness enveloped his head in an instant, and she cooed, legs curling around his bulk affectionately, though it was her many other limbs that worked to shove his struggling, powerful form past her lips, his bluff hide butting wonderfully against her sweet spots. She slowly leaned back till she was arched upside down, shrieking in ecstasy as she fucked herself with his torso, burying the orca inside her to the waist only to playfully drag him free enough for him to start grabbing at her ass and her legs, to almost think he might have a chance of escape, before crushing him right back into her needy folds.

But the rumble in the sky was growing again, and she knew her new friends would like a surprise. So she coiled around her playtoy and slithered off into the darkness, orgasming steadily as she worked him in slowly deeper and deeper, her belly jutting out wonderfully before her. Oh, he was so strong, he thrashed wonderfully! She finally settled down in a nice, dark place to giggle and moan, seizing his calves and fucking him in and out of her womb ferociously until he was utterly sodden and limp, and she was aching with satisfaction, drunk on pleasure and faintly crackling, little arcs of light kissing between her many limbs whenever they brushed across each other. Finally she sighed and gently worked him in fully, folding the orca into her warm embrace to hug his bulk, purring faintly. By the time she was done with him... there should be new friends coming, she hoped.

When the ship circled back, thinking they might have seen a survivor, there was only a dissipating cloud of dust...

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Wrapped in a tight, camo green uniform that still managed to show some cleavage, Sangria was the first to hit the ground. She drew a deep breath of the chill morning air and hefted her scanner, grinning. "Yeah, lots of life around here." Her voice was nearly lost in the roar of the engines, still powering down. "How big do you think it is? These look mostly human sized." She sounded disappointed.

"Is that all you bring?" Olaf struggled with the wide unloading portal, having to angle to one side a moment to get the top of his pack through. The bear was bound in a well-worn set of red fatigues, with a thin set of exoskeletal frames running down his legs to help support the preposterous mass of metal on his back, tanks and menacing barrels peeking from the chassis. Several pipes ran from the pack to devices wrapped around his paws, each tipped with huge, spiked claws of their own. "If you are eaten by a wild dog, I will not help."

"I can handle myself." The drake patted a small cannon of some sort slung at her hip. "You know we've got an army for the firepower, right? And a ship?" She thumbed back at the freighter, which had been outfitted with several heavy turrets. "Or are you just showing off?"

"I would very much like to show off. Find us our monster so that I may begin." He smirked.

"First priority is getting the status of the camp." Teresa climbed down between them, scanning the nearby buildings. "Find us some survivors we can talk to, please." Bound in dark blue, she wore a small, metal pack on her back, over which was slung a slender rifle. She thumbed the comm control on her wrist. "Emilio?"

The response rang in each of their earpieces. "Waking up the help now. Gonna set up a perimeter here, then find a system to tap into. Not much available wirelessly right now, it looks like. You guys go on ahead."

"You'll be alright on your own?" The finch leaned back, squinting into the darkness, where several robots, little more than cannons with wheels, were unpacking themselves.

"Pft, we could only be so lucky. If this creature of ours comes anywhere close, I only need to ID it and it'll be paste in seconds with all this hardware. Make for a real short trip."

Sangria growled softly and prodded her comm. "Don't you have nonlethal rounds or something? What if this thing is unique?"

"Well, you better catch it before I do, then. Happy hunting, folks."

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He wasn't sure how he did it, really. He'd wanted to sneak up on them, to be unseen, and... his body... shifted. He could look right through his claws. He could scarcely breathe, and the world felt strange, but he was able to slip right up and perch on their little ship without them noticing. He couldn't help but grin as they wandered off into the complex together. New meals. But these ones were armed... He'd have to be careful. As they shrank into the distance, he crawled to peek down into the darkness of the hold. Metal creatures were sliding out, easing down onto the dusty earth with small thuds. Ooooh. Toys! He watched them with wary admiration, then slid inside, crawling along the ceiling of the hold. He paused when another being stirred. One more?

A weasel stretched and grunted, emerging from the cockpit scratching himself. He followed the robots down onto the landing zone, and the creature smiled slowly and went on the way the other had come from.

The room at the front was cramped, crowded with two chairs and an array of consoles. He considered the controls for a time, sniffing, flexing his claws. Finally, he reached out... and tapped deftly at the main control screen. A few soft chirps answered his careful touches, and with one final click, the engines began to roar anew.

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Emilio straightened from petting one of his toys, eyes widening. "The hell...?" He turned on the ship. The glow of plasma was rising under the thrusters, and the engines were revving up rapidly. Did somebody on the station call it back? Why in the hell?! He snarled and hopped back into the hold.

Something loomed in the shadows. He drew up short, and looked back. His mobile sentries sat ready to be deployed. All they needed was an ID and a clear line of fire. He looked forward, his headset swinging on one ear. In the dull red light of the cargo hold, thick plates of living armor rolled and unfolded, and fangs gleamed, parting in a grin. Emilio stumbled backward, slapping at his controls, "uh--!"

The glimmer of teeth spread to every corner of his vision, and he saw only black. Wet flesh slapped to his muzzle, crushing suddenly to his head and rushing down, jagging at his shoulders, then twisting and engulfing them. A foreign heartbeat thundered in his ears as he stared in dumb shock into the void, and slowly, his feet lifted from the ground. His arms were pinned to his sides, and flexing muscle hugged to every inch of him to the knee, drool slowly soaking through his clothes. Suddenly the world lurched up, then down, violently, and again, and each time he slid a little deeper into the abyss. His teeth creaked, and he rasped out a moan, feet giving a few weak kicks. He couldn't breathe.

Heavy flexes rolled over him, seizing at his torso, dragging down, then seizing his legs and cramming them in behind him. Finally the heavy grip of muscle loosened around his head, and he slid into a vat of juices that stung his eyes before he snapped them shut. He finally started to thrash and punch and kick out, but his feet were little more than a subtle swell in the beast's neck, soon disappearing.

The creature flowed down, off the ship, just as it finally attained lift and began to roar into the sky. He took a moment to sigh and enjoy the last few futile lurches of his meal as it settled heavily in his gut. He looked around at the bright yellow robots with their heavy caliber apparatuses, smiled slowly, and set to work, rubbing occasionally over his swollen middle as it began to churn.

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A creaking scrape of metal on metal, and a slam. The edges on the former door still glowed orange and yellow, beads of molten metal rolling lazily to pool on the floor of the cafeteria-made-bunker. Inside, the terraformers gaped in horror.

"NOW can we talk?" Teresa folded her arms.

"Y... you... you bitch! Now that thing's gonna get in!!" A pig scrubbed at his forehead, looking around nervously as if their nemesis might already be in the room. "We don't have anywhere else to go! Do you have any idea what you've done?!"

Olaf blew out the light on his torch. "I opened a door." He sighed. "How boring."

The finch stepped inside. "You don't need to worry about the creature. We're here to take care of it and get you all to safety, but first, we need--" A blip came over the comms, and cut out. She paused, and looked to the others. Olaf shrugged, and Sangria looked around outside, frowning. Teresa thumbed her controls. "Emilio, you say something?"

There was no answer. Sangria stepped clear of the building to try it. "Helloooo? You read us, tech boy?" A moment, and the roar of engines rose nearby. She straightened, looking askance to the finch.

Teresa stroked her temple. "Alright. I'll take care of things here. You two go check on him." They nodded, and as they moved out, she turned on the pig. "Now. You've wasted enough of my time already. WHY is the field offline."

Olaf huffed as he adjusted his pack and set off with the drake. "Our fearless leader seems rather... harsh, for a doctor."

The drake snickered. "Just don't make her mad, huh?" She glanced down to her bio-readout often as they hustled back to the landing site. "I don't know. I heard she was a softie, myself. Kinda surprised. But then... if she was behind that disruptor, and now it's down and lots of people are dead... I guess that could make this all her fault." She smiled grimly. "Maybe she's taking it personally."

"Hmmh." The bear frowned. "I do not know if that is the best person to lead a rescue." They rounded the corner of the last building, and stopped. "...Shit."

Sangria sighed at length, scratching the back of her head. Finally, she thumbed her comm. "Uhh... so, Teresa? Did we have another way to signal that troop ship? Cause uh... our ride's missing, and the weasel's little toys are in little pieces." She frowned and stepped up to kick at a torn bit of scrap metal. They weren't even gone that long! What could tear through that much metal that easily? She found herself grinning slowly.

A puff of static over the comm. "Alright." The avian sounded weary. "We'll keep trying Emilio. I don't care if he panicked and ran, we need that ship. Meet me at administration-- go northeast, it's the one with the satellite dish. I'm going to go see if I can get the sonic field back online. It sounds like some idiot might have just flipped the switch. And either way, we might be able to signal the station from there if we can get power up."

"Sure thing, boss." The drake flipped her comm off and sighed. "Looks like this whole thing's going tits up already."

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Inside, the workers stared nervously at their would-be savior as she finished talking with the others, then grew silent, wide-eyed, as she simply collapsed with a little flicker of light. Then, against the bright, pale light of morning, a mass of tentacles descended to fill the doorway, slopping down in a an undulating heap capped with a torso that almost looked humanoid, but for a swollen belly. The creature was just starting to stoop over the finch when somebody sobbed with terror and finally broke away from the others to run deeper into the building. The creature straightened and whipped around. She was a shadow against the light, but a wide grin was barely visible spreading on her broad, wolfish maw as she surveyed the terraformers huddling inside.

Somebody screamed. Suddenly the thunder of feet was everywhere, chairs and tables overthrown as they fled in every direction. The creature lunged into the darkness of their compromised shelter. Wild arcs of raw energy surged here and there, illuminating crowds in flight, and bodies fell jittering to the ground. A young doe scrambled behind an overturned table, covering her head, trying to choke her frantic panting down to silence and go unnoticed as the creature rampaged through the shelter, but something slithered around her ankle. She barely started to tense before she was sliding rapidly across the floor, and when she whipped her eyes down ahead, she saw the creature-- staring straight at her.

It was hard to tell in the half-light, but it looked like the lower half of the creature's face... unfolded... into two short tentacles, spreading eagerly. The doe lurched up into the air and more tentacles seized at her, her shoes and some of her clothes tearing violently from her body even as she thrashed and cried out for help. The creature's mandibles seized her feet, drawing them tight together and gulping them smoothly into a warm vice, surprisingly soft, but soon flexing down tightly around her ankles. Her arms were tied together over her head as myriad tentacles thicker than her legs curled round her hips, her belly, even rubbing those strange, slimy leather appendages over her breasts, setting her thrashing desperately and groaning with disgust, begging for mercy. But the eyes peering up at her over her disappearing calves were lit up with joy.

Her feet sank into the monster's neck, then its chest, and she didn't even slow in her descent as that amorphous mouth slid up around the full breadth of her thighs and hips, slopping drool over her panties, hot breath pumping across her intimates. She shuddered violently, slowly going into shock, squirming but losing the strength of will to go on. Delicate hands stroked up her back, combing through her fur, and she gave one furious shake, trying to throw off the affectionate gesture as hot flesh gripped at her belly. She was practically face to face with the monster, and she stammered out something spiteful, or she tried to. The thing's mandibles curled up over her shoulders as the creature leaned back, turning her upright-- and dragging her down that gullet, ramming her feet into the bottom of its stomach and forcing her to curl up against those slick walls. Undulating lips rose around her neck, then slurped up her head, and the tentacles finally released her, letting her flail out with some last, faint scramble of hope-- before a heavy gulp dragged her down that neck, the darkness surging up around her. The air shoved from her lungs in the pressure, and she grew quickly lightheaded, staring at that faint glimmer of light above, until her arms were slurped up and the portal sealed. Flesh rushed up around her, until she was slammed down into an acrid vat, crushing in on her, easily molding her into a tight little ball, venting the last of her air with a tiny burp. She could breathe nothing but the thick musk of this place, hot and sealed around its new meal. Mercifully, she blacked out.

While the monster had been feasting at its leisure, a rabbit had taken the chance to bolt for the door, surely the only real chance at escape. But without even looking, the creature lashed out a tentacle and seized his leg. He fell, scrambling and screaming as he was dragged ever so slowly back, deep into the curling tangle of those thick, rubbery appendages. Without so much as a glance downward, she pulled him up, suspending herself on her tentacles to spread in welcome.

In the darkness, he couldn't see what was coming, but he'd heard what the others had seen her do. He started to thrash violently, blunt claws rebounding off her thick hide, and as the subtle bulge of two little paws slid down her gullet, she emitted a twisted, wet sound that might have been a giggle. With a single, violent lunge she shoved his legs into her, mid-thrash, and she wailed, arching, as his powerful legs beat against her tender inner walls, the raw force of his panicked need to flee driving her rapidly to orgasm. It was almost as good as... w-with him...! The one she'd once scorned, but in one glorious night, she'd learned the truth. How wonderful it felt... to be truly full beyond full, to be destroyed.

Her inner muscles seized down as she quaked with naked lust and shrieked, and his legs were crushed together, his very hipbones creaking dangerously. Churning, powerful, wet muscles seized and labored over him, dragging him inexorably deeper, almost consuming her tentacles along with him before they noticed enough to pull away, to let her hot, drooling lips gulp him up faster than her excess juices could run down his bristling fur, barely falling into his open, screaming mouth before her lips were closing around him, crushing his arms and ears together into a pitiful little trail, the last glimpse of his existence slowly but steadily slurped up into her core. Her insides churned delightedly around the dual presences, one to use, one for fuel to quicken the process. Ohhh, it felt wonderful to be full again!

And in that moment, she was still, and silent, and the radiant crackling of electricity through the air faded, letting darkness fall. She was but a statue cast in shadows under the dim, distant light of the doorway. Those that lingered, the injured or the stealthy hiding among the fallen, stirred silently, cautiously. She had stopped... was this their chance? Was two at once her limit?

A wolf rose, silent as taut silk, moving through the darkness, placing every step with care to approach the doorway. She turned slowly to him, and her mouth split wide in what might have been a grin. Oh... she really shouldn't...

He bolted, but she surged into the air and her tentacles seized around him, tossing the poor canine into the air. They collided with a slurp, his head disappearing, arms seizing at her head, clawing in as she suckled and twisted her head as though meeting a passionate kiss, her mandibles crawling down his flailing form, and with a single heavy swallow, she dragged his arms in by the shoulders, his body slowly disappearing in lurching, greedy, wet noises. His legs kicked at first, but as his waist neared the amorphous, sloppy line of her lips, he fell limp. Shock, blackout, or simply squeezed just a little too hard, she couldn't say, but at least he was tasty, even if he didn't squirm on the way down. She shoved on the bottoms of his feet and rammed him down her gullet, her belly bulging out with a low, leathery creak. One or two more labored gulps and his feet disappeared, letting her turn to consider her little banquet.

An overturned table suddenly flew across the room, leaving a cowering pidgeon to scream in terror, suddenly exposed, but she couldn't even run. Her legs were dead under her. She stared up at the monster, eyes half dead, as it looked at her... reached out... and shocked her. She collapsed. Dull crashes rang out as she flung aside every hiding spot where the waking lingered, inspecting them, then leaving them unconscious. The main room was soon little more than a great pile of furniture in one corner and a spread of bodies, waiting for consumption. She rubbed her belly as it visibly rolled and churned on its own, gurgling noisily, and she drifted into a dark doorway. Others hid here, and she drove them out into the dim light with a screech and a few fierce strikes of lightning. They scattered, screaming, and most of them were brought falling boneless halfway to the outside door.

But one, she seized. An elephant-- a massive bull, trumpeting noisily as her tentacle whipped round his middle. He was so large, she actually lurched a little stopping him in his tracks, but she dragged him to the floor before her with that morbid grin, drawing close.

"P-please, no! Anything! I'll do anything! I can help you! Do you understand? I can help y-yaaaahhhaaha!" His frantic attempts to reason with the monster cut short as his clothing tore from him in a single wrenching motion. "What--? Listen, just don't--" He gasped sharply and shuddered as tentacles drew round his nethers, suddenly not so leathery and rough but slick and warm, tender touches pressing in-- probing deep into his sheath, making his eyes roll up in his skull as he tried to beg, but he could not form words. His pounding heart fueled a stirring below, and under her insistent touch, curling round his heavy sack and rubbing parts within him he'd never known he could feel, he grew aroused, despite his terror.

Slowly, a hefty, proud tool jutted up between them. He had had so little call to use it, being rather oversized for most any of the women he'd ever met, he found some tiny part of himself growing excited, after so long. He hated himself, but a shaky little moan dragged from him as she descended over him, slick, powerful lengths of muscle twining and spiraling over him. Her body pressed close, and in a dozen places tiny static charges tickled and nipped at his own thick hide as their bodies slowly intertwined, her many limbs drawing his arms and legs into a deep tangle as they curled in around him. She drew a slow breath as his tip was drawn to a dark rose with gleaming, gluttonous petals. He knew people had disappeared whole into this place. But this could not stop his body from reacting as it tenderly pressed to him, and swallowed his manhood inch by inch. She hissed a sigh over him, and he found himself throbbing with need, pushing up.

Plump breasts pushed suddenly to his face, and he quaked a moment before leaning to nuzzle back, his trunk curling around that warm cleavage, hugging her soft flesh as the gravid mass of her belly pushed firmly into him. He could feel something inside churning rhythmically. He swallowed tightly, eyes watering, and seized a dark nipple in his mouth. She squealed softly, and he shifted, pressing up harder into her, which drove a low gurgle that might have been a moan from her throat. Her grip tightened, but almost seemed to massage at him, and he seized what leverage he could with hands and legs both to do all he could to appease her. He launched into a full rut, panting tightly against her tit, body curled and flexing against her great swell of a belly as it broke down his coworkers into sludge.

Eager cries swelled from her, delighted coos and purring moans, and she shifted down and forward, letting him prop his back tight against the ground through the wall of her firm tentacles, her body eclipsing his entirely. He grunted tightly and pounded into that powerful, ravenous cunnie, laboring against the rippling crush of her muscles seizing delightedly against him, milking at him, occasionally giving a sudden pull that had sent a chill of terror flying through him for the space of a breath. But... it was... good. He didn't thrust merely to survive, his hips drove up on their own, his fingers tightening against her thick hide as his head fell back and he groaned raggedly himself. Gods help him, she felt good. Men had died in this place, but it was everything he'd been needing for years, years of frustration and solitude. At least... at least he had this...

With this bitter thought, he submitted to greed. If it was going to end, he was going to damn well claim all the pleasure he could in his last moments. His body grew heated, and she gave a fresh trumpet of joy as he hammered brutally at that sloppy cunt, trying to ignore the sense that he was butting against a heavy mass with his very deepest thrusts. Maybe... maybe if she had a little proper seed, that might satisfy her like a person couldn't? O-or maybe if she saw him as a mate or even a pleasure toy, sh-she wouldn't--

Her mandibles spread and the world went dark. He screamed, fumbling to a still a moment... but her nether lips churned around his base, and she shoved and ground impatiently to him even as a fat tongue dragged over his brow, tasting him, an angry rumble beating against his forehead. He lurched into motion again, belabored and frantic, fucking her with equal parts lust and terror once again as she suckled and slurped at his entire head, her mandibles tangling and knotting playfully with his trunk. He grit his teeth, staring down that dark gullet, crying in silence as he fucked her mercilessly, trying to murder that damned hellhole and its delicious, sinful inner reaches with every stroke, her entire body jiggling and heaving subtly with the crash of their hips as her excess juices slopped down his sack and made a slick mess of his lower half.

He recognized dimly as his balls started to give painful lurches of warning that, when he climaxed, he wouldn't be able to keep going. And that would probably be... it. Part of him said that meant he should hold on forever, just keep fucking as long as he could, to resist and stay alive, who knew, maybe help would come. But part of him... part of him came alive with the thought. He didn't understand what was happening, but his body lunged into furious thrust after thrust, slapping his heavy balls against the fat ass of this monster with the sheer force of his thrusts, reaming at her walls, attacking her insides with his elephantine powerhouse of a cock, and a chill, irresistible thrill ran through him. This was it. He would meet his end at full blast. Somehow, somewhere deep down, he relished the thought, and his balls were churning and churning with new fury as they lurched violently up and down to hammer at her cheeks.

His body steeled, and he roared down her gullet, his arms suddenly crushing in at her body, clinging to her, demanding she take it in full as he drove the final stroke home and erupted deep in her filthy cauldron of a cunt, blasting her well-occupied womb with firehose blasts of seed, holding nothing back, firing his full contents from the very first jet. He bred her, and in his mind, he was breaking her, he was taming her with his cock alone, and he thought he might have even felt her belly swelling further still, weighing down with his raw passion and lust. Bear my calves! Be washed clean of this terrible fate and be mine!

She lowed, a heavy, satisfied sound, her many tentacles roiling delightedly around him as he pumped and pumped into her. And as she squirmed and rolled her hips to grind around that fountaining obelisk, her head pressed, and she dragged him into her gullet with dreamy eyes. When she could stoop no lower with her belly in the way, she finally dragged him up, his shaft spraying his last few wads over her fat stomach, her legs, and her many tentacles as she dragged him down, though she was obviously struggling. Not only was he twice the size of her usual meal, but she was already well-laden. He gave a few weak kicks as she labored, and finally paused with him half-buried in her thoughtlessly greedy maw. Her belly gurgled in protest as she slowly forced him down, and her own eyes watered as she strained fiercely, stretching herself to new limits inch by inch to cram the twitching, drained bull elephant down into her stomach proper. His thick, powerful legs and spent cock dangled from her mouth a long time as she gulped and gulped, struggling around him, until at last, with a wince, she managed to slide him down, till he was but a fat swell lingering in her throat, her entire upper half not just weighed down but visibly distorted, her chest bulging out, her neck morbidly wide as she worked still to find space for him. But it was enough. She crawled languorously through the room, trying to find a few more to put to sleep. She'd never had so many at once, she didn't even know what to do with them all...!

Shuffling heavily, groaning faintly and half-dragging herself along, the monster slid out of the building and retreated, as well as she could, into the stark shadows of the buildings in the late morning sun.