Claire Dearing was little more than a lump of voluptuous meat in a T-rex's stomach. The dinosaur swallowing her whole with a single gelatinous gulp, as a strong tug of its gullet was all it took to render the redheaded woman that had scheduled its feedings into just another bulge in its belly. Her enzyme-drenched clothing leaving her body effectively naked, leaving the tingling sensation of nibbling peptides to indicate that she was already beginning to digest, as powerful acids bit at her soft skin, eager to convert her into calories to fuel the dinosaur's powerful frame. There could be no escape until she was just a chunky slurry of dissolving female flesh sliding through the bowels of the beast that had bolted her down. Her entire life amounted to just another meal for the insatiable reptile that had devoured her like a squealing snack.

At least she could take some solace that she would be dead before it really started to digest her, as within the stale space it was inevitable that she would soon suffocate. From there, every part of her would be broken down and digested into a thin soup of assorted nutrients until all that remained of her was a greasy smear on the dinosaur's stomach lining. A gooey brown residue of human meat paste, mingled with the undigested leftover innards of the goat that had proceeded Claire down the t-rex's tight throat. The woman's entirety reduced to just a molten mush of marinating meat, as to her misfortune the T-rex was more than happy to swallow its prey alive and whole, allowing her to conduct an intimate inspection of its uninviting interior. Thankfully she would not live long enough to feel the last of her bones grow brittle before invariably being crushed by the stern squeezing of the churning gastric chamber, nor would she feel the pathetic quiver when her bladder let go, emptying the last of her piss into its belly within a pathetic drizzle as she slipped into her final death throes.

It was not like she could blame the dinosaur for following its instincts, it was a carnivore and it was hungry, so it was only natural that it would seek out other creatures to devour when the time came to feed. Humans and its breed were separated by 65 million years of evolution, but that didn't stop a vicious slathering of saliva from being sufficient to shepherd the whimpering woman to its waiting stomach. The sheer size of the animal making any attempt to escape on Claire’s part a fruitless endeavour, as all disorientated woman could do was clumsily writhe against the slick surface of the T-rex's stomach lining, while it basted her fidgeting body in a phlegmy coating of digestive juices. The sticky liquids salty and possessing the most pungent of odours, making Claire's sensitive nose crinkle, as she fought back the overwhelming urge to add her own stomach contents to the excessive amount of mucus and bile, she was wallowing in.

Her futile kicking doing little to hold back the hot juices swilling around her in a perpetual sloshing, as the woman's weak worming did little to lessen the tight grip of the reptile's gut, even as her floundering feet harmlessly thumped against the calcium cage of its lower ribs. A scared smattering of goosebumps peppering Claire's peachy curves, as her frantic spasms quaked ineffectually against the T-rex's cramped core, in what amounted to little more than a skittish shiver against the stomach acid lathering against her dissolving skin. The seconds after she had been swallowed soon turning into minutes, as in-between beats from her racing heart, Claire became acutely aware that it was getting harder to breathe in the stale atmosphere surrounding her, as though the very oxygen in her lungs was being squeezed out of existence. A wheezing gasp escaping her mouth like an unavoidable ringing, as the limited air trapped within the dinosaur's belly was no longer sufficient to continue her adrenaline laced struggles to escape the caustic chamber entombing her. The numbing sensation growing worse with every passing moment she remained locked behind the lower oesophageal sphincter, as Claire's oxygen deprived brain slowly succumbed to the trying rigors of asphyxiation. A timer ticking behind her closed eyelids, as she began to drown within the digestive depths, leaving every articulate thought a lucid murmur within her mind. The woman's own survival no longer under her own control, let alone a guarantee as the corners of her consciousness began to close in a catastrophic cascade.

Her last breath taking a long drag of the visceral aromas of the sweltering dankness of the space she was stewing in, before her once rigid body finally went limp with a final uncoordinated twitch, as the cold caress of unconsciousness claimed her. Its silky tendrils wrapping through her shrinking sense of self, as the urge to resist evaporated with a barely noticeable convulsion, that jittered out of the female's failing flesh like a meek meep. Claire's last lingering slither of life passing like a clueless breeze, before the merciless and inescapable clutch of death grasped her with a terminally tight hug in order to ferry her into the soft arms of oblivion. The T-rex barely noticing when the now dead woman's inconsequential struggles came to an unceremonious conclusion within the clammy embrace of its tart tummy, as this was far from the first time one of its whining meals had bucked against the strangling snare of its stomach, leaving it well accustomed to the stifled screams and futile cries of those that ended up taking a terminal trip to its vile gut. Claire Dearing's last words simply being a slurred exhale of the bitter air let in her lungs, before she completed her transformation into curvaceous calories, that enzymes would soon be nibbling into a glossy paste of her more easily metabolized base components; which in the grand scheme of things was all the supposedly educated woman was really worth now, that she was just melting meat earmarked to sustain the continued life of something higher in the food chain….


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Claire Dearing finds herself stewing in the stomach of another one peckish dinosaur. This time its the star attraction at the park, the ever popular Tyrannosaurus Rex....


My one-hundred-and-fortieth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one featuring a hungry Rexy enjoying a voluptuous lady lunch meat, though I doubt the tucked away park operations manager is enjoying her demotion to a digesting damsel dinner...


This image of a full dino was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

This story is just some voracious musings i had a while ago that has sat in my to post or complete pile, so excuse if it is a bit different than my normal fare, as it was more playing with the idea of a swallowed meal after the devouring deed was done.

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