The short Deathclaw girl yelps as one of the group members ruffles a hand through her hair. "What a cutie!" he says with a laugh. "What's the matter? Can't find your mommy, kid?"

Amelia puffs her cheeks in protest. "I'm not a kid!" She swats their arm away, only for another group member to reach in at her face.

"Little pipsqueak~" the second young man coos while pinching at her cheek. Amelia shoots a furious glare at him as her tail begins to flick with irritation. How dare they belittle her! She's not some child in need of their coddling! Sure, she's short, but she's a grown woman!

Amelia makes another attempt to be reasonable, though she starts to growl at them. "I am not cute!" She slaps the second man's hand away. "I am a Deathclaw! And I demand your respect--"

Suddenly, the third member of the group picks Amelia straight up off the ground, and holds her high up into the air. With a clearly mocking tone, he teases her, "So cute I could just eat you up!"

And in that moment, something in Amelia snaps.

It's hard to say what happened next. In a moment of blinding rage, Amelia manages to grab the man holding her up by a fistful of his hair. Using that as an anchor, she yanks his face toward her opening throat. At the same time, she thrashes out of his arms, and while still swallowing the first man, she drags herself over to the second and third who had been watching so close by. Having not even finished her first victim, she crams in the next one, swallowing two men at a time. The last one left doesn't even get much of a chance to realize what's going on as his friends spill out into Amelia's rapidly growing belly.

The last man is forced into her gullet before she's even done swallowing the legs of the last two. The startled shouting that echoes across the desert cuts off into silence. Amelia greedily chugs down her last morsel, and by now, she feels her claws coming up off the ground. A few last slurps is all she needs, and finally, her stomach swells up to its limit.

As she comes back to her senses, Amelia is almost shocked to realize what she did, but at the same time, it brings to her a rare and rewarding sense of pride. It's an experience that she hardly ever got to enjoy while living at home, as most large prey would be eaten by the larger predators in her household. In fact, never had Amelia managed to devour more than one human in a single sitting, let alone three! The satisfaction of this feast is overwhelming. Amelia can't even move. The mass of her stomach renders her immobile, and utterly helpless... and yet, she doesn't care. The closes her to bathe in the hot sun while her expression is that of a big, smug, drooling smile.

"Cute enough to eat, huh?" Amelia is paraphrasing a little. She rolls her hips to grind against her belly. She can hear their muffled begging and pleas for her mercy. "How about cute enough to eat a group of jerks like you?" Oh goodness, that sounded corny. Then again, what does she care? Not like any of these losers will live to ridicule her cheesy one-liners.

With so many hours left in the day, all Amelia can do is watch the scenery and listen to her stomach. Her digestive system gurgles and glorps until it snuffs out the feeble cries of the three boys inside...

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