Claire hated to get hands-on with her work, the redhead preferring to do the majority of her tasks from the sterile office over the humid hellhole that was the insect-infested Costa Rican jungle. As if on cue one of the blood-hungry irritants landed on Claire’s milky skin prompting her to slap it, causing a clap to echo over the creaking sound of a choir of cicada chirping in the morning air. The irritating sound not relaxing Claire in the slightest as she already felt filthy in the humid rainforest air that was prompting a sheen of sweat to glaze her smooth skin. The claggy feeling making each awaked step in heels on the soft ground a slog, But Claire just had to grit her teeth and deal with it as she had to sign off on a new exhibit and protocol demanded a visual inspection.

She could take some solace though in the fact her assistant Zara wasn’t faring much better, the raven hair beauty struggling in the leaf litter in her sandal heels as she had followed fashion over pragmatism just like her normally spotless boss. This hellish experience thankfully short, as it was just a brisk walk from their luxury SUV to the quaint control centre that they were here to inspect.

The squat building looking like a manmade pimple protruding from the verdant foliage, the smooth cement and reinforced steel clean and yet to be tainted by the pervading nature of the rolling green. Reaching the door, Claire swiped her all-access key card across the reader, and even though they were in a top of the line facility the device still had to think about it for a good few seconds before giving a reassuring ping of acceptance once the message got through the latency. This was one of the reasons Claire hated coming out to the far end of the island, as everything was slower, the woman making a note to improve the fibre optic infrastructure as with a clung the maglock disengaged, and with a grunt, she opened the heavy storm door.

The stalwart portal opening letting a beam of light illuminate the dark and climate-controlled interior, which seemed deserted baring the sound of the whirling of industrial fans. The far end of the room glowing with a light blue aura as a multi-screen desktop sat locked, as it patiently waited for someone to sign in. A green exit sign sitting stoically in the right side of the workstation which no doubt lead to the viewing platform that the pair were here to sign off on,

“Hello!?” called Claire, as there was supposed to be someone from maintenance here to give her a walk around. Claire looking around as she stepped into the darkness, her eyes flinching slightly as the automated lighting kicked in, as she entered to cool office space. A sigh and a few clicks on steel behind her telling her Zara was also relieved to be out of the hot tropical air. The aid following in Claire’s wake, closing the door behind the duo with a hiss to stop the cold getting out. Leaving the room to smell of fresh paint, as Claire already noted that some of the necessary warning signs where missing, as the staff had clearly been slacking and still needed to put up the OSHA required signage.

“Wasn’t someone supposed to meet us?” asked Zara as she corrected her glossy hair that was growing frizzy in the equatorial sun. The woman clearly not happy about being outdoors, but was maintaining a level of professionalism, as she would much rather be in the office sorting out her imminent wedding.

“Yes, someone from maintenance should have met us at the door…… I don’t have time for this,” grumbled Claire as she was already making notes of reprimanding for this lack of professionalism. The woman checking her phone to see if the meeting had been unexpectedly cancelled, but the thick concrete was blocking signal leaving her with a hollow bar, which was like another mosquito bite on the already irritated woman. Claire beginning to run through her options, before begrudgingly she came to a conclusion for the correct course of action.

“We don’t need a janitor to see if the viewing platform is fit for purpose, let's look at it and then get back to base I cannot stand these field trips,” said Claire self-assuredly, as she knew these standardised structures enough to be confident of where she was going. Her body shaking seductively as she strutted to the door, she assumed led to the observation area. A brisk swipe of her id and a leisurely ding the door opened on its own, and on well-greased bearings parted to reveal a small room that bared a resemblance to an airlock. This caught Claire off guard as she had been expecting a similar layout to the T-rex enclosure, but this was clearly a revised design, but thinking little of it, she stepped into the tight space, with Zara at her heels as both parties were eager to get this done and get back to their luxury amenities at the main office.

Zara not saying a word, as she retrieved her tablet, and opened a document to take notes, as she had done this spiel enough times to know the SOP. The door sealing behind them with a clunk before a few seconds later the door at the opposite end of the space opened to a natural light unlike the stark LED’s Claire had been expecting. The woman stepping outside, arm raised to block the sun as she was met with more jungle instead of the safe and controlled environment that was a viewing platform.

“Must be one of the external viewing areas,” shrugged Claire, as she took a few steps in the crinkling leaf litter, as she began her inspection as normal. Zara following diligently behind her making notes as her oily hands left streaks on her crystal display much to the aid’s annoyance. All in all, this was a huge inconvenience, but this led Claire to hastily strum off a series of violations that she caught just from a cursory glance caught her eye.

“Lack of signposting…”

“No do not feed the animals sign,”

“No emergency exit sign,”

“No educational signposting for Carnotaurus,”

“no waste bi……,” and then Claire noticed something amiss, and she practically shat herself, as she saw the tinted glass of what a viewing area concealed as a venerable looking tree. The long black glass indicating that she was on the wrong side of the fence, and as if on cue a roar rang out that was enough to make her blood curdle. The two women spinning around to see a towering theropod looming over them with its serrated fangs barred in a smiling sneer.

The Carnotaurus looking at the pair hungrily not unlike a wolf would a sheep as its binocular vision focused on Zara. The thinner woman was, unfortunately, closer to the wall of muscle that was this resurrected predator making her the full attention of its predatory intent. The Carnotaurus cautious at fist as it took a few slow steps that shook the ground. The dinosaur scoping out the intruder to its domain with a combination of interest and hunger. Claire feeling every heavy motion through her soles as she glanced behind the dinosaur to the door that they had entered from that sat partially ajar offering sanctuary from this mess they had accidentally wandered into.

The tickle of adrenalin running up Claire’s spine as her flight response primed itself, as her instincts did what her logic would have concluded too late, she couldn’t fight this thing so all she could do when presented with such primal threats was run. If the Carnotaurus was threatening to eat her, Claire would have been in awe of the charismatic carnivore, as it seemed Dr Wu got better with each species. Unfortunately for Claire, this meant that she was trapped in an exhibit with a perfectly engineered killing machine. Its dappled scales seeming semi-translucent, as the cuttlefish DNA used in its fabrication had clearly left it with some residual chromophores, with were no doubt accentuated by the chameleon genes use to stabilize the genome to make this the perfect ambush predator.

Of course, the intimidating creature didn’t need its stealth when it had its prey cornered and giving a second heart-rending roar it charged forward to secure its quarry. Claire Body freezing in terror as she just looked at the beast, her flight instinct going straight into third gear and stalling, but after a few thunderous steps from the primitive predator, she began to run haphazardly in her heels, periodically glancing back at the maw of sharp fangs hot on her heels hungering for her bouncing buttocks. Zara’s survival instinct faring better as she immediately broke into a sprint, her trappings of civilisation discarded as she dropped the tablet not waiting for her manager's example as she booked it way from the prehistoric predator.

She didn’t get far, as each galloping bound for the Carnotaurus was 5 steps for the smaller primate, and in an instant, it was on top of her. The Carnotaurus’ snub nose hitting the slender woman in the small of her back causing her to buckle and fall into a crumpled heap, that left her svelte shape jiggling as an attractive accident, as Zara mewled in a primal sound of terror. The woman trying to get up, but another nudge left her on her shapely arse, as the Carnotaurus seemed to play with its food, as it looked on the pitiful prey in front of it with a gleam of animalistic curiosity.

Zara’s lip quivering as she saw the mandibles of the creature open up above her, a strand of saliva slapping her shoulder as the creature parted to receive her. A scream coming for a second before being stifled as the Carnotaurus lunged downwards mouth agape and in an instant had the woman in its jaws to the belly button as with a flick of its head it seemed to effortlessly lift its squirming prey from the ground. Claire glancing back to see the shocking scene, the woman expecting the jaws to clamp down and with the stomach-churning sound of tearing tissue hear her aid get bisected, but instead, the seemingly clumsy beast was gently articulate.

The sounds of swallowing and stifled screams of terror filling Claire’s ears as she reached the far end of the enclosure, to find just a concrete wall painted with cement and a slathering of fake moss. The observation window that had alerted her to the threat way to late sitting to the left, as Claire glanced around desperately looking for a way out like a cornered rat. The ginger periodically glancing back to see the Carnotaurus bobbing its head as it swallowed Zara whole like a kingfisher might a minnow, the woman protesting all the while with muffled sounds of protest and thrashing motions of her rapidly growing shorter limbs as she slipped past the pearly gates into the bulging gullet.

Claire growing frantic, as she began to pound on the glass, hoping someone was on the other side of the reinforced charcoal glass. The semi-opaque window designed to prevent the animals seeing the guests as it was shown to reduce stress in the dinosaurs, but right now it was doing nothing to relive the thundering beat of Claire’s heart as it felt like it might explode her eyes squinting as she looked through the cloudy casemate as she saw what looked like a janitor mopping the floor, their baggy blue overalls bouncing slightly as they seemed to be jamming out to whatever they were blasting through their earphones as they worked.

“Help!!”

“Help me!!!!”

“For the love of god!!!!!” shrieked Claire, her normally calm and in control voice breaking as she hammered on the glass as, but a few inches of fortified glass separated her from safety. The employee not noticing her as he mopped the floor so that the space was spick and span for the inspection, their mind running in autopilot as the manual task stilled their mind as they zoned out on the menial labour.

“Please…...” grovelled Claire as she looked back to see Zara’s feet flicking weakly as they hurdled the opening to the oesophagus, the lump in the beast gullet wriggling weakly as a whole woman had been reduced to just a dull lump stretching the carnotarus’s scales. The dinosaur giving an audible swallow as it strained its neck slightly and let the oozing protrusion in its bulky form that Zara made slide to the stomach to form a small swelling in the creature’s middle.

Not even waiting for its meal to settle, the predator waddled over to Claire who continued to strike the glass as if in some deluded state she thought she could shatter something that could contain a Spinosaurus. The steps stopping behind her, the woman not daring to look, as she could even now hear Zara’s distraught vocalisations worming out from the layers and muscle and bone that contained her as nought but a squirming lump in the beast’s gastric sack. Claire letting out a whimper as she heard the crackle of spittle strands snapping and a loud huff as the Carnotaurus opened its mouth and gave one last breath before it claimed its second course.

Claire didn’t know what to do, so the Carnotaurus made the decision for her as with a lunge it just took her, as it demoted her from manager to meal with the clap of its gums. The woman immediately dowsed in drool that cascaded over her in a warm shower ideal to lubricate her so she would go down smoothly. The Carnotaurus then just repeating the procedure it had done with Zara as it tiled its head backwards and began to thread its food wholemeal down its pulsating portal to the gut. The long tunnel rippling rhythmically as with gravity on its side the buxom bosom that Claire had been gifted with folded flush and in a few seconds, she was just a bubbly bum and a pair of thrashing legs hanging from a drooling maw.

She tried to scream, the foul stench of the beast’s innards setting her nose hair afire, as Claire tried to resist the restrictive lapping of the form-fitting throat that fettered her in place like a female flesh sausage. It was all for nought as she felt the dinosaur strain as it shook its head like a wet dog, before with a creaking pop her hips slipped past the precipice and the ample ass slipped into the oiled chute. With her widest part claimed Claire practically coasted down the throat, as she headbutted the stomach sphincter in a sudden stop as she hit the muscular bagel of flesh to quickly before it yawned open like a tote bag to receive the clever head of its well-educated lunch.

Claire through all her refined intelligence and professional front was now nothing by meat that was dumped unceremoniously into the already cramped and caustic chamber that was this beasts’ fetid bowels. The heat hitting her like a wall, as the interiors were like a tart sauna of simmering slop, Zara bunched up in the pit of the convex chamber mumbling broken mantras to herself as she was clearly going into shock.

The woman shivering weakly as she rolled in the waves of the corrugated stomach sack, until she froze when she felt Claire’s body press against her as they were forced to share to claustrophobic space. The two women grunting as they slotted together in the most economical position to stew into soup, which took the form of a rough 69 pose as both women found their heads way closer to each other’s groins then they would normally be comfortable with as their personal space was well and truly violated by the kneading gut as it manoeuvred them like dolls with its strong surface.

The two women squirming against each other in a pointless endeavour as the stomach just clamped down and held them firmly together like a fleshy vice. The atmosphere growing light as the stomach prepared to make the two women all the more intimate as it baked them into a bowel brownie, A fate that Claire was not ready to embrace as she did not want to retire as a steaming pile of dino dung. The Carnotaurus didn’t much care for the opinion of its food though, as feeling vunerable now it was stuffed its semi-translucent skin began to grow warm as it changed its colour to match its environment. This would do well to hide much of its bulk, but its see-through belly still displayed its heavy meal like a fish tank. The curious biology that could only be the result of genetic manipulation allowing any onlooker to make out the blurred shape of two human females twitching softly in the strong stomach before they lost their composure and melted into a meaty chyme.

The Carnotaurus letting out a triumphant vocalisation, before it stomped off to find a place to hunker down and sleep of its lively lunch. The janitor too busy to care, scratching his ear as he continued to clean the laminated floor, as he would rather not anger his bitch of a boss, who unbeknownst to him was well on her way to being a lump of lunchmeat just a few feet away. The man checking his watch before jolting slightly as he realised he was late, as he discarded his mop, and made his way to the entrance, he had the parks operation manager to meet with, little did he know when he would meet her she would be more than a few shades browner and smelling no were near as nice…….

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Claire and Zara go to inspect a new exhibit to make sure it is fit for purpose. What happens next could only be described as like with their previous forays in this gallery: mistakes were made.


A fun little commission I got from the ever-talented  plaguetyranno who did an exemplary job as always. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did seeing it come together. Also on a side note, I am now off on my Christmas holidays from work, so for the first writting project I have had in this freedom was bound to be a finger flexer, hence it's longer than normal length.

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