John Hammond had once mentioned in his memoirs that they clocked the T-Rex at 32 miles per hour. To this observation Owen had stated what in his mind was a witty quip, the thought taking the form of something along the lines of “No point running then as it just means you will die tired”. This statement felt all too true as Claire sprinted away with rapid clicks of her designer heels, as they impacted the concrete in brisk strides.

This had been a stupid idea, the redhead cursing herself as again she had acted without thinking, the same mindset the entire reason the Indominous rex had escaped and in doing so set in motion events that were sure to leave her in the jobcentre come morning. That was if she lasted the that long, as the thumping sounds and unnerving vocalisations rapidly closing behind her indicated that this was not likely to be the case.

The ground impacting with each thud resonating up Claire’s toned calves to her jiggling buttocks as she sprinted as fast as her fashion would allow. Claire finding it hard to breathe, her bouncing breasts striking her chest as the white blouse barely kept her feminine assets contained in this adrenalin-fuelled race for survival. She didn’t dare look back; the hot breath of a huffing snort tainted by the stench of death as the moist breath reeked with the smell of festering flesh that fondled her shoulders with its stomach-lurching miasma.

Clenching her face, Claire just looked forwards and kept running, as a shiver ran up her spine as the true magnitude of the situation caused a cascade of goose flesh to tickle her buxom body even in the humid air of the Costa Rican jungle. Her lip quivering as she began to mutter a mantra to herself, as death loomed like a spectre donning the form of several tons of enraged reptile.

“O’God!”

“O’God!!”

“O’God!!!” the words getting louder and louder before the woman shrieked as she tripped landing hard on the uncaring floor her hands not coming up in time as she landed hard, a splash of water muddying her formerly spotless breast though her appearance was the least of her concerns as she had just enough time to turn and see her death coming at her like a speeding train. Claire’s blue eyes going wide as the reflection of long white teeth framed her world view, as she was like a deer in the headlights freezing up as a cavernous maw came down on her like a meteorite.

“Plea……” trembled Claire as she closed her eyes before being rudely cut off by her head hitting the soft back of the T-rex’s throat with a sodden squelch. Claire didn’t have time to react, her upper body completely drenched in oily spit adding a messy glazing to her normally prim and proper exterior, which was now soiled in the spittle secretions of the brutish tyrannosaur as well as the cold salty sweat that caked the now filthy female. The huge head just swinging back suddenly, the creature not even bothering to bite down as momentum propelled its meal straight towards its groping gullet. The fleshy portal pulsating in anticipation for Claire’s arrival, as T-rex bobbed its head slightly to line the woman up for a smooth transition from person to oozing bulge.

The inertia of the animal bobbing its head bundling Claire up, her knees hitting the bottom of her breasts as she courteously folded into a nice neat package that would render her easy to tuck away to stew. The woman sitting securely on the tongue like a platter, as her feet fidgeted slightly as she found herself stuck in shock of the sudden claustrophobic caress that had embraced her upper body. This being the one-day Claire wished she had not gone to work commando, as the cool night air contrasted hard against the humid wall that was kneading her torso as the T-rex groped her with its oral cavity. This lack of panties leaving her shame on full display, as her shaved groin and normally uptight anus throbbed gently to the women’s overworked heart, as the blood pump made the tightening rear ports tense up with each strum of its fear fuelled fibres. Her pert pucker clenching all the harder as a furry tongue chanced a lick of her exposed taint as the creature began to explore its effeminate nosh.

The tongue worming slightly as the dinosaur savoured the taste of its refined meal that was a big step up from the goats it was used to. The prehensile organ slathering saliva on the meaty woman before its tip found the tips of her toes and curving slightly began to retract drawing its managerial meal into the waiting throat. The act almost gentle, as if the reptile knew the woman was no threat as it simply inhaled her in a gradual slow swallow, that ended with a gulp and a clap of the powerful jaws as Claire was sealed in the sweltering darkness of the titan’s innards. The throat flaps contacting slowly once Claire had passed through the precipice to the stomach like a tote bag as she was unwillingly locked in for the slide to the stomach.

The T-rex stood there for a moment straining its neck in slow S motions as it felt the woman flow downwards towards the gastric chamber, just as countless goats had before her. The stomach sphincter slowly dilating upon her arrival in a lax yawn that crept over the crown of Claire’s head as she was shepherded into the groaning gut. The tyrannosaur not even waiting for its snack to settle into the stomach before it gave a powerful roar and began to plod off without nary a bulge to show for its soon to be digested female occupant.

Claire feeling the thumps of the apex predators’ feet as it walked off, thinking nothing of the fact that it had just devoured the woman that had approved its fixed feeding times. The gluttonous animal instead dominating her for an unscheduled feeding without a thought other than that the busty woman had been a nice lump of calories. Claire had little air when she was kneaded into the fetal position in the tart acrid environment, the woman unable to muster anything as the oppressive walls of the gut held her still as it waited for her to expire.

The sounds of the Tyrannosaurus’s powerful frame becoming her entire world in the dank darkness, and soon the jolting three-toed steps began to lull into one as she was lost in the wheezing of large lungs ventilating and a powerful heart wubbing away. The t-rex not even noticing when the wriggling lump of female flesh within it went still as Claire curled up and did the professional thing and digested not like the T-rex cared, as it simply smelled the air hoping for more morsels to attempt to quench its insatiable hunger……

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Claire should have worn more appropriate footwear, awe well she is going to get intimate with the innards of a theropod, so I am sure she is fine. The follow-up image can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/558813

A fun little commission if got from  plaguetyranno who did a lovely job capturing the last moments of a lousy park manager.

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