How (better not) to create a lake god
(soft and hard vore, graphic digestion)
There it was, the familiar mix of squelching and tearing as his long yellow teeth sank into the flesh of the first gazelle he had caught in his new home. The crocodile had arrived in this strangely isolated lake only today and already it proved to be an amazing hunting spot. He felt a rush as the warmth of his prey’s blood was sensed before the familiar taste inevitably reached his tongue. By this point, his initial bite was only half over. As his jaws continued to close, seemingly not yet disturbed by the presence of a gazelle’s neck and shoulders between them, the loud cracking of multiple large bones drowned out the other noises caused by his attack.
His lunch started to bleat in panic and pain or most likely both, but the crocodile was not caring for any of that. He doubled down on his bite, crushing the herbivore’s shoulder blades driving shards of bone who knows how deep into the soon to be consumed body. Whether the gazelle’s windpipe had been crushed or slashed, he neither knew nor cared. All he had to know was that the kicks of his meal’s legs were growing weak and pathetic very rapidly. By the time they were hardly an inconvenience anymore he finally threw his head side to side, snapping and breaking more things in his prey, yielding the satisfying result of a barely twitching gazelle dangling from his jaws in a weird angle.
Next the hungry reptile propped himself up on his forelegs, his head and throat hovering high above the ground, for now. Then he started to toss his head back and open his jaws, lunging forwards with perfect timing to ram the technically lifeless body into his maw. Thanks to half a dozen fractures, the gazelle’s neck was nearly as flexible as the pythons he often liked to snack on and as a result, the head plus the annoying horns easily bent out of his way. With the next lunge, the gazelle was thrusted into his gullet properly, chest first thanks to its bizarrely contorted neck, before his jaws closed again. There was a crackle of ribs under his bite and the vibrations shuddering through his long teeth told the experienced crocodile that his prey was lined up with the insatiable funnel that was his gullet just right.
The next toss caused the predator’s leathery neck to droop pretty far down as the firm warm meat of his large meal started to fill his throat. It was a laborious process getting something of that size down his gullet, but it was going to be so worth it once the whole thing will be sitting in his stomach. Again and again the crocodile repeated that toss, lunge and swallow trinity of consumption, feeling the inertia of his head and neck shifting further down as the weight of the gazelle started to drift towards his stomach. Once the somewhat springy chest with all the broken ribs was well engulfed in his throat, the reptile settled down some more, no longer in need of gravity to process his meal. The long slender legs and hooved feet of his meal were jumping and dangling from his maw each time he worked his jaws, slowly drifting inwards. But already the crocodile was scanning his surroundings for very unlikely dangers to or much more likely additional fuel for his body.
As he casually worked down the last bits of the gazelle and felt its firm hips slipping into his throat, the crocodile took note of some buildings on the flat lands close to the lake. He did not recognize a farm when he saw one but that is what it was. What he did notice were the anthro wolves walking around, doing this and that. Things that prey do. He had seen some of them use floating machines to travel over the water before, just when he had arrived earlier. He was fairly certain a few of them would find their way into his stomach eventually. He had occasionally been preying on the two leggers and was slowly increasing his kill count into the double digits with every careless swimmer, fisherman or way too curious young one he came across.
 
By the time he finished his assessment of the very prey rich environment, he gulped a last time, finally adding the semi-mangled corpse of the gazelle to his stomach contents, which, so far, had been a few smooth rocks and a mostly digested heron. The latter one’s beak and the stones present in his digestive tract will do wonders to break down the large, still pleasantly warm prey he had just consumed. But, as lovely and work intensive this meal had been, the ever growing reptile felt that there was still room for more in his stretchy belly. There almost always was.
So, instead of resting in a hidden but sunny blace on shore to sleep off his meal, the reptile went into the lake, drifting through the water with his hind paws and tail touching the shallow muddy ground while his head was right at the surface, perfectly level and almost impossible to spot against the murky water. It was a nice feeling to have the water support his weight. His almost full stomach was especially glad to feel the even pressure from all sides, allowing the gazelle to basically float in the slimy flesh surrounding it. Another benefit was a very nice, even coating of the highly concentrated acids seeping in through small glands hidden in the mucus coated stomach walls. Only the firmness of all the rocks bunching up at the very bottom of his stomach was a little uncomfortable, but experience told him it was soon going to improve once the currently solid body inhabiting his belly falls apart into mush.
 
The crocodile's decision to be both greedy and patient was soon rewarded as his keen eyes spotted two canines running and bouncing along near the shore of his lake. One was tall and slim, wearing cloth or leather on nearly every part of his body, the other was a good bit smaller and quadruped, repeatedly bounding after a piece of wood the other one threw around. The croc started to slowly paddle closer to them, seeking to sneak up on the obviously distracted duo. The two legger was a bit large, but he would gladly take a leg or two. The other one he could fit whole.
But the reptilian glutton did not get far, before one prey decided to -accidentally- deliver the other one right to him. The massive croc stopped moving when the wolf threw his stick right past his head and surely enough the man’s pet jumped directly into the mucky shore, right next to the large pipe which was spewing all kinds of weirdly tasting refuse into the lake. The crocodile had decided to stay well away from its eternally spilling opening ever since he got close enough to taste its influence on the water once.
Much more important than the gradient of the water quality was the twenty thousand odd calories eagerly paddling towards him. He stayed as still as a statue as the canine snack closed in with pathetic speed and a ridiculous amount of splashing. But eventually it was time to strike at last and the crocodile could give the dog a close impression of what happened to unaware, terribly bad swimmers in his lake.
 
For Ako it was simply the greatest joy to be out playing with his master. The dog was proud to always retrieve his master’s precious stick, no matter where he threw it or how far. Once he even had to fight a raccoon for it. And he won. Obviously a little water was not going to stop him from fulfilling his duty. He had gotten so many encouraging words and head pats already. This was the best life.
At least until the glistening water surface suddenly opened up right in front of him and got replaced with an increasingly dark fleshy tapestry framed with massive yellow teeth. Ako’s instincts fired all at once, letting the dog feel like he might not have a life at all very soon. He was thinking about turning back, fleeing to the safety his master provided and to go away from the big evil unknown thing that was in front of him.
As the crocodilian jaws closed down, they soon corrected Ako, showing him that the crocodile’s body had, in fact, already engulfed him. As the beastly maw lunged at him, he got caught with his snout slipping off the creature’s palette, his nose right against the death bringing teeth while his hind paws seemed to sink into something like a leather couch, only softer. Everything happened so fast and still it felt slow to the dog. Luckily for his predator, the canine moved much, much slower still and was unable to get out of the way, as the jaws fell shut, no matter how much dog was in the way. His spine started to bend backwards but the jaws held him like a vice, he was folded up in the direction his body was the least adapted to accept, but he might as well try to push over a mountain, such was the force of the jaws crushing down on top of him.
Ako heard the sickening snap before he felt it. It was a familiar sound, like when he chewed on pig bones and broke off a piece, only much louder and from inside of him. By the time a searing pain petrified the dog and told him that the noise came from his own spine, the croc’s teeth were already interlocked and his head pressed on the top of his own hips. It had no business being there, but yet, there it was. Through the gap left by a missing tooth he could see his owner rushing into the surf to get him. Maybe there was hope yet? The dog had been sick and feeling close to dying before and his master had rescued him from that. Why would he not do so now?
 
Ako got his answer when the crocodile opened his jaws again and lifted its huge maw upwards. Gravity pulled the mortally wounded canine downwards, making him helplessly skit towards the enormous gullet widening up to engulf him next. From his perspective, he saw the second most terrifying and very last thing in his life: His master stopping his stride and looking at him, sad, defeated, shocked. There was no help coming after all.
The dog had one of those terribly slowed down seconds to feel the despair sinking into his heart just as he sunk into the gullet of the reptile he was about to feed. Had he been paying here just five hours ago, he would have been safe, he would have caught that stick. Now he was folded in half, engulfed by cruel jaws and feeling the sting of his own broken spine getting mangled even further as the tighter throat engulfed him. Thick flesh convulsed around him, leathery skin expanded to allow him easy passage to his acidic grave. Ako was still conscious and could feel it all. As the beast finished him off, he was folded tighter still, his snout rearranged between his hind legs and his ribs starting to hurt like fire as one after the other cracked as the beast that was eating him swallowed again and again. At least it was forcing the air out of his lungs for good. They would never fill with a fresh breath again. if not for the lack of such inside a crocodile’s digestive tract, then for the fact that his passage through the stomach sphincter caused shards of broken ribs to pierce his lungs in five different places, starting a race between death by asphyxiation and drowning on his own blood.
 
The crocodile was completely indifferent to the dog’s fate, now that it was in his stomach where it belonged and either outcome yielded the same amount of nutrition. Those twenty something kilos of meat had been exactly what he had needed. Now, as he curiously observed the former pet owner standing in the surf like a very sad and edible tree, the successful predator retreated towards shore in order to take a well deserved nap, while his stomach processed pet and wildlife alike.
His belly felt pretty tight and full when he dragged himself on shore. It was a lot of work for his legs to lift himself and the added weight of his ample feast far enough upwards to have a tiny bit of clearance between the ground and his midsection. But he saw the strain on his muscles as part of the reward of being a very successful predator. When he finally laid down in a nice spot between some shrubs that did not block too much of the sun but shielded him from most angles, his bells expanded to both sides as his body weight rested on it. He felt his still firm meals getting sloshed around and pushed into new positions inside his belly, already eager to soon wake up and feel them much more viscous.
He took in the view from his new favourite resting spot and observed the nearby village some more. It was amazing how peaceful it was when he was not out hunting and devouring anything that moved. No other crocodiles were here, for some reason and in addition to that and seeing more fragile two legs walking about, he could hear their animals in the nearby stables. It seemed the crocodile had stumbled about the perfect little habitat.
 
As murderously violent his day had been so far, the reptile did not find it hard at all to fall asleep. His behaviour was hard coded in his instincts and a predator like him had no use and therefore no capacity to feel such alien things as remorse. The result was him forgetting all about the creatures he had maimed killed and consumed apart from being grateful for how well they kept his stomach busy.
In there, things started to get a whole lot busier once the scaly beast’s metabolism could focus solely on breaking down the two whole bodies he had engulfed. The peristaltic motions kneading his stomach contents grew a good deal stronger and vastly more frequent than before. They had to pick up the slack from the lack of swimming and walking motions after all. On top of that, the glands which were seeping lukewarm, viscous digestive juices into the vast fleshy chamber were now supplied with a lot more energy. The inevitable result was that the croc’s stomach walls were repeatedly covered in thick trickles of the flesh and bone melting fluid, just for all of it either being rubbed into his furry prey or to pool below them. This industrious activity in his belly combined with the hard gastroliths, the heron beak and most importantly the sun baking down on his dark green back, caused the beast’s stomach to work at remarkable speed.
As the crocodile slept peacefully, his stomach eventually got a good grip on his prey. In detail, it meant that the fur had been mostly removed and weaker or more exposed portions of them, such as the eyes, ears and the flanks which were soaking in acids the most, were completely melted or falling apart now. The strong peristaltic convulsions combined with the stones contained in the stomach caused softened flesh to be scraped off frequently. Again and again this kind of motion made fresh portions of prey available to the reptile’s stomach acids, basically leading to the gazelle and dog being delaminated one layer of nutritious flesh after the other.
Eventually this process had progressed to a point where the bottom of the croc’s stomach was pooling with so much nutritious paste, that the fleshy sack clenched in a different way in order to pump the viscous meaty slush onwards into his intestines. Soon the pet was going to fuel the crocodile which had killed it, potentially even giving it the strength to hunt and devour his former owner. The greedy reptile would not mind that one bit. The only preference he had when it came to his food was that it fits easily and contains as little indigestible components as possible. That was a lesson he and his stomach had learned when they both encountered clothed prey for the first time, half a decade ago. but in the end food was food.
 
Around the time the crocodile was waking up again, his midsection felt a lot less firm. He was too lazy to lift himself up, but he knew it would be easier now, with a lot of his prey flowing through the entire length of his digestive tract. At this point his churning stomach had already broken the two corpses wide open, spilling and mixing their entrails to the point of requiring a biologist to tell them apart. It was going to take just another day to reduce anything but the largest bones, teeth and claws to paste. Those almost indigestible remnants would then serve him to grind apart his next meal and maybe the one after that, until even the gazelle’s horns would be worn down and softened far enough to effortlessly pass through him. For now, he simply relaxed, carefully observing his new dominion and trying to figure out where best to ambush a meal when he inevitably grew hungry again. Well, not hungry in the literal sense, as prey was too abundant for that to happen any time soon, but let’s say he was expecting the return of his very healthy appetite within a day or two.
 
 
Usually that dog alone would have fed him for almost a week. Together with the gazelle his stomach had been perfectly packed front to back but yet here he was, a mere three days later, feeling that nagging emptiness in his belly. There should have been a thick new layer of fat on his flanks and tail by now but he felt none of that either. The dozen fold increase in growth speed caused by whatever artificial chemicals and hormones the nearby farmers dumped into his lake via the waste pipe had gone unnoticed so far. Yet, this was exactly where the eighty something thousand calories had gone which he felt were missing. Luckily this was very far from an unsolvable problem. After all, the area was teeming with life, civilised or otherwise and with the water being murky and thick with algae, the crocodile would have an exceedingly easy time making himself all but invisible.
So the hungry beast, grown to almost seven meters in length basically over a few nights, was now sitting in the shallows, waiting patiently. The occasional lion passed by for a drink, seemingly taking turns with tightly packed groups of gazelles and buffalos. Even another wolf man came by, but none of them close enough for him to strike with reasonable odds of success. The prey animals, in his eyes this very much included the lions, were naturally cautious but it would grow much worse if they actually knew he was there. So his greenish slitted eyes barely poked above the thick algae muck which had almost the exact same colour as his scales as he waited for hours. In his pre-growth-hormones experience, one good ambush could keep him fed for a month. He was about to find out that his chemically influenced metabolism was going to cut this short to a small fraction of the expected time. To his great luck though, this did not make the feeding itself any less satisfying.
 
Eventually, as the sun already started to slowly sink down from its noon apex again, a big juicy zebra walked up to the edge of the lake. The crocodile silently prepared for a lunging attack, his long toes and claws digging into the soft mud below, his thick tail priming to give additional thrust. The girth of the equine frame walking towards him told the crocodile that his prey was heavily pregnant. He could hardly believe his luck as all those delicious calories kept walking directly at him. The zebra was delivering herself and her unborn offspring right to his jaws and they were happy to receive this present.
 
He waited until the zebra was lowering her head to drink, feeling amused really at how their snouts almost touched. But then he struck, his powerful tail and surprisingly long legs catapulting him forwards, the meter long jaws wide agape. The zebra probably only saw its vision getting engulfed in pink flesh and yellow teeth before the latter one sank into her flesh.
Of course the large equine struggled with a lot of force and while the weakness caused by her pregnancy was a nice boon, the crocodile had to work very hard to wrestle her into the water. Luckily he was equipped with sufficient strength and body weight to simply overpower his feast on legs. A savage toss of his head and tail in the same direction made him nearly moon shaped while the zebra was torn off her hooves and flunk into the lake. He used his advantage quickly, pulling and tugging on his prey, ignoring the appetizing sound of his teeth scraping over the equine’s skull and shoulders in some places. He needed her in the right spot to have an easy time savouring his meal.
Eventually he was deep enough in to no longer be able to touch the ground at all and neither was his struggling prey. Most of the spray getting kicked up was caused by the zebra’s attempt to not become additional fuel for the reptilian predator’s metabolic furnace. But what could she even do, other than inconvenience such a huge beast? With her nearly cracked open head stuck in his jaws as he determined that she was going to be pulled under. She was then forced to engage in a very involuntary breath holding contest with a crocodile that had hunted like this for two decades now.
 
The croc was loving this however. Lugging the zebra around was hard but oh so rewarding. Every ounce of weight trying in vain to resist his bite or his pull was eventually going to be forced down his gullet and into his stomach to be melted down and used. All of this was his now.
When the zebra started to shudder rather than kick, he knew her time was almost up. Small puffs of blood clouded his vision as he lessened his grip a little and shifted her around in his jaws until her neck was perpendicular to his maw, so he could rip it off more easily. But not quite yet. He was having too much fun. He flicked his tail again, pulling the near motionless zebra back to the surface to allow her to breathe. The crock moved his jaws open and closed a few times, looking as if he was chewing but in actuality he was reducing the pressure on his meal’s windpipe. He felt the jagged breaths of her. The way her powerful body regained its strength and eventually started to thrash once more, sending water flying everywhere and occasionally glancing off his thick hide with her hard kicks.
‘My turn’ thought the scaly beast and finally commenced feeding. The Zebra still seemed to concern herself with her posture and keeping her head above water or trying to pull out of his jaws and kicking him. But as his much heavier body started to roll against the inertia of his prey and his own swirling tail, she should be more concerned about keeping her head attached.
With a satisfying loud snap that resounded through the waters of the lake, the zebra’s spine broke and the panicked kicks were reduced to wild incoherent spasms. This allowed the crocodile to revolve around his axis once, mangling the zebra’s neck into a gory, blood gushing corkscrew, but he did not stop there. He turned another time, then another, his speed increasing as the meat, tendons and sinews keeping the zebra’s neck attached to her body was wrung increasingly thin until he felt hardly any resistance anymore and pulled his jaws to the side, ripping off the first piece of his feast. By the time his head emerged above the surface, busily throwing the mangled face and most of the zebra’s neck into his ravenous gullet, the water was still bubbling with the bloody patch surrounding him.
 
The dead mare’s head fell into his throat pouch, making a nice visible bulge, which soon tightened up again as his swallowing motions ushered the severed body part into his empty stomach. The added weight of around twenty kilos was barely even felt by the croc, but gladly there was a lot more to follow.
With no competition in sight, the crocodile casually approached the floating corpse again, inwardly smiling as a twitching hoof harmlessly bounced off his snout. A moment later he latched his jaws onto the thick muscular thigh of a zebra hind leg, feeling immense satisfaction as his long teeth sank into the delicious meat, deeper and deeper without even scraping a bone. This was going to be amazing.
Again he performed a beautiful death roll, snapping tendons and pulling the hip joint from its socket before twisting the large muscles until they tore eventually. Again he lifted his head high, but this time his maw was slowly consuming an absolutely massive chunk of meat. The leg, its attached meat and the sweet irony blood seeping out of every tear or tooth mark were still warm. He loved feeding on mammals, especially if they went down whole with little work. But if he wants to gorge himself he needs to work for it and he did not mind if said work consisted of biting, twisting and tearing into equine flesh until he felt sore from his tail to his throat muscles. It was for a good cause.
Eventually the hooved foot sank below his snout as his throat laboriously pulled on the thick haunch and eventually relocated the entire chunk of nutrition to his eager stomach. One down, four to go.
 
The crocodile’s head went back under the sloppy mix of algae covered lake water and fresh blood. Quickly he found what he was looking for and drove his teeth into the second leg. He could already tell that his prey’s corpse had gotten significantly lighter as it turned with him a lot more this time. Still the weight of the bulky pregnant torso was plenty heavy and allowed him to neatly twist off the second hind leg and devour it much like the first. By this point his throat was already well stretched and took in the girthy chunk of fresh warm meat with greater ease. With something in the range of eighty kilos of prey piling up in his stomach already, the reptile felt very happy with himself as he went back to tear off and consume even more.
With nothing in the way anymore, he settled for the pregnant ex mare’s bulging belly this time, feeling excited by the wide angle at which the soft meaty belly between his teeth stopped his jaws from closing any further. He was struggling to tear off a piece this time, but was fully aware of just how rewarding this was going to be. So he put his back into it and every muscle at his disposal on top of it. With savage thrashes the reptilian beast tossed the whole zebra left and right, feeling his teeth slowly pushing deeper. He popped a stomach here, lacerated a kidney there, but he simply could not bite through the whole thing. He was no shark after all. However he was tenacious and very very greedy. So he started to roll himself around once more, as soon as he felt his snout starting to sink into the zebra’s flesh. This was going to be the most laborious cut he had taken out of anything in his whole life but also the most filling. Eventually mangled flesh started to press back against his throat flap, which was closed against the ingress of water. He tried to swallow, but while some shreds of meat entered the pouch between maw and throat, it was still firmly attached to the zebra as a whole.
In order to finally defeat the thick belly he wanted to tear open and spill its contents into his own, more deserving stomach, he pushed the corpse over to the shallows, where he could push against the ground and offer more resistance to thrash and shake against. His plan worked out and at long last there was a drawn out, blissfully meaty squelch when a huge chunk of meat, torn entrails and entire organs came free. He pushed his head above the water and started to gulp, enjoying the incredible sensation of large nutritious pieces almost flowing down his bulging throat and then spilled into his stomach, spreading weight and heat in his belly. When he looked back down at the utterly mutilated body again, he saw some movement coming from it. More or less.
Floating just outside the half empty abdominal cavity of the equine was a fleshy bag of sorts which was barely attached by some length of fleshy tube to the main body, if one could still call it that. Inside this thing was definitely something alive, something kicking. What the crocodile found out just then, was that he might have killed the mare, but not her foal. Yet. With an eager push of his tail, he swam over to this extraordinarily rare treat. He took the floating uterus into his massive jaws, almost gently, lining it up between the rows of yellow teeth. Scraps of the trapped foal’s mother's flesh were stuck between most of them as he tossed back his head and swallowed. The slimy fleshy bag was about the same size and weight as the dog he had taken a few days ago, maybe a bit girthier, but it went down as smooth as silk. A subtle bulge formed in his scaly neck, the soft gulp allowing him to still feel the unborn foal struggling a little as it was forced through his stomach sphincter and reunited with about half of its mother.
By then the croc was feeling slightly full, having consumed easily over two hundred kilos of flesh guts and bone. He was contemplating whether to devour even more or keep the rest for later and then found that his stomach was able to squeeze its contents tighter together, so there was still room for a little more.
 
By now most of the zebra was inside of him anyway, so he could try to finish it all off just as well. The crocodile swam back over to the mangled equine corpse, which had by now sunk since water had flowed past the flayed torn off neck and into its lungs. He picked it up around the shoulders and dragged it back to shore. Not where he had caught it, but close to his new hiding spot. He did not need the entire savannah to see him chew up and devour such a large meal since it might dissuade future prey from visiting his lake.
Once he and his meal were on the muddy shore, he started to toss back his head and work his jaws. He was not big enough to outright swallow a grown zebra with their wide chest and shoulders. He was however strong enough to crush all of that into a more manageable shape. When his teeth sank to the gums into the delicious flesh, it was no reason for his powerful jaws to stop closing just yet. Instead they went on, driven by some of the strongest muscles in his body. A series of cracks and snaps showed that it worked, allowing his maw to close a bit more each time. One snap translated to a few more degrees his jaws could close. Each time he opened his maw for another crushing bite, he tossed his prey back, deeper into his gullet. His neck was stretched out grotesquely as the zebra was slowly but surely devoured.
The shoulders had been the hardest part. A lot of bones met there and they were covered all over with thick muscles and tough sinews, all of which the croc intended to devour and consume. Once that challenge was beaten, snapping the ribs a bunch at a time was an easy exercise and the reward was spreading his scales enough to show his bright skin from his jaws to his chest. The sounds of broken bones grinding on one another accompanied the zebra corpse down his throat until his stomach, laying flat on the ground, was spilling out to the left, where the stretchy digestive organ made a turn in his belly. Still, even with the zebra mulched into a splintery bloody pulp, there was simply too much meat for his stomach to contain all at once. The firm hooves pressing on the inside of his throat pouch and giving it an odd shape for the next few hours was a gentle reminder of just how literally fulfilling his hunt had been. Digesting all of this was going to take days and it would have been a week if his metabolism had not been stoked by the wondrous chemicals polluting his lake.
 
The crocodile spent days just lounging in his favourite spot. As time and digestion went on, the soft ground even moulded itself to the extended shape of his highly busy midsection while the sun baked down on his back. This was the life! Simply sitting flat on his gut, soaking up warmth and melted equine flesh alike as he stealthily observed all the prey surrounding him. The two legged variety seemed particularly abundant, but while that was reassuring to know, the reptile did not intend to use his legs for another day or two.
By then his robust stomach had melted and ground the zebra, well, technically two zebras, down into a thick stew with a bunch of bones floating around inside. Neither of the corpses occupying his midsection were recognisable anymore besides maybe from the shape of the skulls. But once there will be no more meat to soften the churns of the muscular walls or the grinding from the gastroliths and other bones, those skulls would get pulverised.
At any given time, his stomach was sloshing and groaning, either busy letting its walls drip with fresh, highly potent acids and enzymes, or pumping a fresh batch of chyme onwards to keep the growing reptile’s thirsty intestines swollen with zebra smoothie.
 
The only things disturbing his peace were the occasional growing pains as his body increased its length, girth and subsequently its greed for flesh at a staggering pace, and the anthro wolves who eventually found him. The croc slightly gaped his maw to show the three teen boys he wanted to be left alone. their turn would come soon enough if they came this close to him when he was not already very well fed. The croc was not yet aware of just how much the new environment and its pollution influenced him, but he did notice that the three two leggers, who would have been big prey some years ago, now seemed like snacks on legs to him.
He was not surprised when a bit of a growl and added gape of his jaws made the trio run off. What did surprise him was them returning half an hour later, each one holding a cat by its scruff. Prey carrying more prey, that was new. He lifted his head slightly, for the first time in days, and smelled the air. The felines were horrified, obviously, while the canines holding them seemed oddly excited. He was contemplating actually moving in order to get a stupidly easy snack, one way or another. But at the same time the crocodile was really fond of the little ditch his heavy gut had pressed into the muddy ground and wanted to stay right where he was. His hand was forced, or rather his jaws were, when the first wolf in the group swung his petrified cat backwards and then tossed it over to him. Even though he was not a very smart creature, the crocodile habitually fed by tossing things into the air and into his maw, so he was very good at guessing the trajectory of flying pieces of meat.
 
This one just happened to take the shape of a light brown tomcat with thin dark stripes. The feline started struggling wildly as soon as he was airborne, tail and paws flailing to adjust his pose. A split second later he was nice and upright, ready to hit the ground and bolt off like the wind, except he was still headed towards crocodilian jaws wide enough for him to stretch out in comfortably. Next he tried to turn sideways mid air and with some success too. The problem was that those jaws were still getting bigger and he still headed right for them until he felt the firm impact of his muscular body in that scaly monster’s jaws. His body mostly slapped on the dry floor of the croc’s maw but his hips landed right on the jaw line, those blunt yellow teeth crashing painfully into his hips. At least he guessed it would be painful, given how sharply he stopped. The adrenaline rushing through him from being eaten alive was numbing everything down and accelerated his perception into life’s most cruel slow motion since he was unable to move quickly enough while witnessing those yellow teeth closing around him. Or through him. Struggling as he might, his legs were perfectly shaped to fit in the gaps between the crocodile’s teeth and he was able to see them being locked in such places, just below his hip. There just was not enough time for him to free his limbs and so they were eventually gripped, then snapped and ultimately crushed by the croc’s teeth. He heard that sickening snap and crunch noise going through his skeleton up into his head while most light was shut out. Oddly enough there was no pain at first but surely that was going to change soon.
 
“Woahhh! Did you guys see the weird angle on its legs?” gasped the one who threw the croc his tiny snack. By the time he was half done uttering that sentence, the beast had already tossed back his head and devoured the feline. It had not even made an impression in his thick, somewhat pudgy neck. All the motions seen from the outside were the crocodile’s swallowing motions crushing his cat snack down towards his preoccupied stomach.
“Seems our pet croc wants more.” said another one, who was holding a night black cat in a firm grip. “I’ll throw this one right into its gullet.” he added, showing no mercy for the feline life he held in his hand. Instead another set of slitted eyes went wide as their owner was tossed towards the insatiable reptie. Once more the jaws gaped wide, empty as before and ready to receive another living morsel and true to his boast, this wolf had better aim.
 
The second cat got a slightly different view from the first. She had witnessed her predecessor getting crunched up and almost inhaled by the scary beast and tired to avoid entering the jaws altogether. She spread out all of her limbs as she was hurling face first towards the center of that maw. Maybe she could bump into the croc’s snout somehow and bounce off and flee?
Her hopes were crushed as thoroughly as her predecessor’s legs when the crocodile’s maw opened up before her with such gape that he might as well be a building. She too got that adrenaline fueled slow motion, once she flew over the threshold of her predator’s jaws. Those terror inducing teeth passed harmlessly underneath and above her as she continued her journey. Then, right in front of her, the wide soft flap closing off the croc’s throat pouch opened like a theatre curtain. The beast’s body was inviting her in, offering her delicious flesh a place to stay. She tried to refuse vehemently, but inertia could not be argued with and thus she sailed right past that massive hole in the back of the reptile’s maw. That same opening had passed large dogs, whole people, entire gazelles and other meals of that size before. No matter how big the cat made herself, she entered the fleshy orifice beyond the maw without even touching anything.
 
The three teens gawked in awe as the croc jaws fell shut with a satisfying clack. Some panicked meows could be heard for a second, before the huge reptile’s throat contracted firmly, the whole leathery section pulling upwards as it massaged down cat number two.
“THIS is how you throw a cat!” boasted the wolf who had deposited his victim so neatly in the croc’s digestive tract.
“Oh yeah?” asked the next one, eager to one up his peers. “I am going to hand feed it.”
And this is the story of how a farmer boy would have won a Darwin award if the croc’s digestive tract had left any proof.
 
The wolf walked closer to the lazy crocodile, the cat dangling from his right hand. It was not a very big one, but it was the only one he could catch in time. He saw the beast opening its maw and there was a fair bit of fear welling up inside of him as he fully realised how massive the reptile was. Its throat was easily wide enough to fit his shoulders and that alone should have warned him against trying this kind of stunt. Yet the peer pressure forced him onwards and when he was close to that set of jaws, one as long as his entire body, he shifted his grip, taking the cat into both hands, clasping it by the waist. This however broke the feline’s petrification and the cat was not even remotely thinking of letting him place it neatly on the tongue of a crocodile that had devoured two larger cats already, in under two seconds each.
With a furious cry the cat started to turn into a whirlwind of teeth and claws, struggling with all the terror and fear that crocodile’s mere presence provided it with. The other two boys laughed as the third one clearly mishandled his cat, gaining a lot of bloody scratches as his reward. However those did not sting as badly as the remarks thrown at him from behind. However that was about to change, as his hands still approached the crocodile.
He lowered his highly unwilling cargo down, past the threshold of the crocodile’s front row of long yellow teeth. The beast held perfectly still as he moved, about to let go of the cat, when those big heavy jaws suddenly fell shut. He had barely enough time to realise how horrible his mistake was. Not enough to feel the pain, not enough to scream. All he had was a sudden squelching and cracking sound and the visual input of everything below his elbows being gone. His lower arms, hands and the cat were no longer his, they belonged to the crocodile now. As shock played a cruel joke on him, he was distinctly aware of the bright, blood coated splinters emerging from the sides of the croc’s jaws, in the gaps between its teeth. They used to be parts of his bones but now they looked like makabre tooth picks for the reptile that very clearly intended to make a meal of him.
 
His friends screamed before the prey did, both rushing in to pull their injured companion from the deadly jaws of the crocodile. They pulled him off his feet and yanked on his legs, trying to get him out of the jaws’ grip. Sadly for everyone but the feeding reptile, they were too weak to just pull off what was left of their friend’s arms and so infinitely too weak to make that two ton croc even budge. It seemed almost as if the beast was mocking them as it waited for them to change their grip, leaning in before trying to pull back with renewed force, only for the reptile to then tug for the first time, tossing its madly screaming prey up to his chest into its maw. When those jaws closed again, there was a sickening crunching sound as who knows how many ribs were reduced to shatters by those massive teeth. Their friend made a strange gurgle sound that they could not really identify as the noise someone made when trying to scream in pain with their lungs filling with their own blood.
“We will get help, just hold out.” shouted the first one who found an excuse to run off that did not involve admitting he was leaving someone to be eaten alive.
The second still uninjured anthro looked at one of his friends vanishing up towards the village and another one down to his hips into a crocodile and picked the safer route as well.
 
Meanwhile a mortally wounded wolf was halfway down a slimy croc throat already. It had been fun tossing some cats right into this place, but actually being the one getting pulled in by peristalsis was utterly horrifying. He feared the continuously progressing swallowing even more than the next bite that might break his hips or some bones in his legs. Broken bones could heal, but being a carnivore himself, he knew what happened to consumed meat and he knew that this was all that he was to that crocodile. Some convenient prey to be consumed and digested.
Unlike his arms, shoulders and chest, his legs did not get mangled by the croc’s jaws. They did however get lifted up into the air as the huge beast used his own weight to push him along its digestive tract and conclude its meal. Soon his arms met another opening, this time a more reluctant one. Since his lower arms now had the consistency of minced meat with some splinters in it, they folded up -and not at a place they were naturally intended to- instead of pushing through. But once the huge swallowing muscles of the beast that just ate him clenched around his entire body, his torso was pushed inside eventually. Once in the stomach, he met the full horror of what happened to reptile food. Two of the three cats were still alive apparently as he felt some wild squirming and kicking around his body as he slipped into a thick caustic vat of melted zebra meat and bones. As if to make this horrific experience even more foreboding, the bones felt almost soft and bendy since the strong acids already drooling from the roof and sides of the stomach had dissolved a lot of the compounds which had made them strong and brittle. This was going to be him soon. Just unrecognizable paste, even the bones.
 
Over the coming days the crocodile peacefully resumed digesting his vast meal. The mostly liquid zebra has gained quite a lot of friends by now, in the shape of three house cats and a very foolish and very dead wolf boy. The beast had no idea that the desperate cries of his dessert’s friends fell on mostly deaf ears and were swiftly replied with a farmer brand beating for “making up silly stories for their runaway friend”. The people of that village had no idea that the wolf in question was indeed not running, but rather slowly seeping through a reptilian digestive tract, giving off his useful nutritious components as he thickened into waste.
 
For the crocodile it was another one of those odd moments where he had expected to be resting and idling for weeks to come, feeding on nothing but the energy stored as fat from his gargantuan feast. But while he did gain a healthy bit of girth from it all, only little was actual padding and the broadening of his frame was definitely accompanied by a gain of body length. He knew it because the comfy hole his heavy gut had formed over half a week of delightful inactivity suddenly felt too small for him and his hind legs started to bump into some annoying roots all the time. While weight and muscle were gained, the peaceful contentedness of a full belly went away, causing the now eight meter long behemoth of a reptile to swim out into the lake once more, looking to fuel his metabolism again.
 
 
Inevitably the boat sized crocodile was eventually spotted by someone who was not out fishing while drunk or some silly kid with a wild imagination. Reports of a “lake monster”, “giant crocodile” and the like were passed around and soon it was generally accepted that a reptile with a maw as long as a grown man was in the direct neighbourhood of the farming village. And it was good that way. With the vanished boy chalked up as a runaway and the empty fishing boat as some bad omen rather than the direct result of that crocodile’s appetite, the consensus was that the beast was good. After all, over the course of the summer it had been seen drowning lions and other dangerous predators in the lake and thus protecting the cattle. “The Big One” as everybody called him now, was also quite fond of feeding on his own kind, it seemed. Time and time again fishermen had feared for their catch as some smaller croc approached their lines, only to have the offending reptile snapped up and sent down the Big One’s jaws in just a few seconds. In other words, the crocodile had gotten away with absolutely everything so far, growing to over nine meters in length and topping three tonnes in weight while the wolves did not seem to acknowledge and or mind that something like a dozen of them had already been introduced to the Big One’s stomach. And while those “missing persons” did return, they were not looking much like wolves by then.
 
 
Eventually though there came a day when the croc’s ownership of the lake was getting challenged. While bite sized reptiles had mostly vacated the lake on foot to extend their life expectancy, or through his guts if they did not, there was a new big croc around now. An adult beast five meters long had entered the hunting grounds and was quite boldly claiming one prey after another at the rich local buffet. Fish, fishermen, pets, hyenas and all sorts of nutritious meals had gone down his gullet. The wrong gullet, as the Big One thought. Even though he was twice the size of that newcomer, he had not tried to confront him yet, out of laziness. Also that smaller male went out of his way usually and he did not feel like pursuing him while there were still so many far more harmless meals to go around. But when he saw the other croc wounding but not killing a zebra, thus scaring the entire herd away for days, he had had it with him. From that point onwards he was actively hunting his rival and made it his business to usher that reptile into his digestive tract where he could think about the error of his ways while turning into something more useful: reptile paste.
 
 
It had proven to be rather difficult to catch the intruder off guard however. Oftentimes he hunted in shallow waters where the Big One had to stand up and waddle around, visible as a christmas tree at night, whereas the “smaller” only car sized crocodile could sneakily swim around. However a suitable opportunity finally came up when the Big One heard one of those high pitched screams associated with those wolf anthros. He quite liked eating those by now and frankly these preys aided that new habit of his by pinning any death the Big One caused on the intruding crocodile instead, since the Big One was the benevolent balancing factor that kept the bad predators away from the cattle and people and such. In their minds at least.
Now, this scream was coming from way too far from his jaws to be caused by the nine meter crocodile and as such was a good indication of where to find his nemesis.
 
Sure enough he moved quicker than usual, wanting to be in time for a massive feast as he saw a bunch of wolves near his resting spot. They were shouting, splashing and struggling in the water, four of them pulling on the fifth one’s arms as the intruder had his yellow teeth sunken deeply into one of the unlucky wolf’s legs.
The Big One flicked his tail, swimming over as quickly as he could. This was his chance, to make weeks of only filling his belly part way pay off at last. He wanted that annoying smaller croc to finally feel how upset he was, preferably by cramming the whole damn thing into his belly. He was confident in his ability to consume absolutely any creature he came across by now and thus did not even regard the half dozen people in front of him as he moved in for the bite. They and that crocodile together were barely half his weight after all.
 
 
 
He did not want the leg, he wanted the whole damn wolf! That was why he had not death rolled yet. A leg would last him a day at best, the entire person would comfortably feed him for a week, even with that weirdly strong hunger he had felt recently, ever since he discovered this lake. The delicious taste of canine blood ran from his teeth over the insides of his maw, taunting him, as he tugged and pulled. But the prey’s friends were just too many and refused to let go. Together they were not strong enough to overpower the crocodile himself, but enough to make him slip on the muddy shore.
Things changed drastically when a crushing pressure grabbed the middle of his tail and suddenly pulled him several meters backwards as if he weighed nothing. The last fibers keeping the broken leg attached to its former owner were destroyed in the same second as his lofty position in the food chain was impressively readjusted. He was thrashed into the water, breaking through the shallow layer of liquid and impacting who knows how many rocks afterwards. Then the grip on his tail shifted and a hold pulled him backwards. Firm points prodded his lower back and hips, his legs pinned between the ivory prison bars of a larger reptile’s teeth. He knew what was happening now, but he could not believe it, until the next lunge folded his fat tail painfully to the side and sank his hips into what could only be the Big One’s throat.
Once his aching tail was swallowed well below the other crocodile’s jaws, he noticed that the pain did not get better, the contrary was very much the case. The huge beast’s gullet was stretchy but also strong, folding his tail until something tore inside and caused him to experience red hot pain as well as making him fit down much easier. How did he notice? The next gulp dropped his hips into the fellow croc’s gullet far enough to feel the leathery skin under his loins impacting the lake ground and half a second later the huge jaws came crashing down on his torso.
He was looking in front of him, as the meal he tried to make left a bloody trail on the weg shore as it was dragged away. No later than when his own maw had closed to swallow the meager leg did the other reptile’s teeth crush down on his back and his belly. The powerful, all consuming digestive tract of his was squished out to the sides, forcing his belly to take on a weird compressed shape as he suffered from that bite. He felt his breathing become impossible while his predator clamped down, only to become a horrifically painful affair later on when he swallowed again. Clearly some of his ribs were cracked by then.
CRUNCH
The next bite was even more violent, aimed at making his more challenging midsection fit down the spread out throat which had already reached his abdomen. This time the long teeth pushed visibly into his back, demonstrating even to the gawking wolves on the shore that his body was broken. Again and again the jaws came down like spiked steam hammers, stopped by his thick scaly hide only to carry on crushing his rib cage into splinters until he felt himself slipping deeper still. He was inside another crocodile’s maw up to the chest now. Deep enough for the terrible creature to lift his head and guide him deeper under the weight he had worked so hard to gain. His tail base and rear started to slip into the stomach already. He could feel the slight increase in heat, the sphincter slipping tightly over his bite wounds. He was about to become stomach contents for a bigger version of himself and all he could do was cause the various bulges under the other beast’s lower jaw and in his throat to wiggle slightly. His bloodied jaws gaped in desperation but there was nothing to bite down on. They were close to a meter long and powerful enough to snap a horse’s neck like a try stick, but here he was being proven to be too little a predator to even survive in this lake.
His descent stopped again when his shoulder blades were stuck in the back of the other reptile’s jaws. He knew what came next and he hated his predator for waiting, for catching a break in the obviously laborious task of consuming him. Then his mind was taken to the more urgent matter of more bones being broken in his body. The larger crocodile’s teeth seemed to simply refuse to stop, their superior length being shown off once more as his previously flailing front legs fell still, except for some pitiful flopping each time the feeding beast flicked his head upwards and lunged forwards with his jaws, causing his throat to bulge even further.
Bit by bit he was reduced to a drooping neck and a belly so full that the skin showed between the scales. A whole ton was his weight, an uncountable amount of calories, most of which were already being worked on in the eager stomach of the gargantuan beast that was feeding on him. This could not get any worse. He was crippled beyond help, mostly engulfed in the merciless stomach of another crocodile and only his head remained halfway sticking from the left side of his predator’s jaws. He thought this was the end. The next swallow would allow him to suffocate in a cramped belly or the next bite would break his neck.
He was proven wrong. His agony was yet to begin in earnest. His bulk was too much to be consumed whole and yet, the successful predator containing almost his entire body simply did not bother killing him. He could still squirm, still breathe, still see those damned two legged snacks staring back at him while he could now also feel his body starting to be digested. He felt it when the skin between his tough scales started to soften and blister, he felt it when the peristalsis massaging the deadly liquids into him caused some to even enter his submerged orifices and he learned that the Big One was allowing him to experience the unspeakable horrors of being digested to death, just because he was too full to polish him off right now and too lazy to kill him.
 
 
No matter how casually the five meter croc had devoured surprised or careless wolves left right and center, the Big One had shown him that he was just -almost- at the top of the food chain. This lesson came in the shape of strong acids and enzymes eating into the soft spots between his scales. Due to the slope of the shoreline, his tail and hips were the lowest spots in the Big One’s stomach. Of course all the acids pooled there first and started to melt his scales, the skin between them and the flesh underneath. It was just tight, wet and too warm at first but eventually digestion showed its effects on the half eaten crocodile. An annoying itching turned into a burning pain, causing him to struggle again. It was a race for the most painful injury, thanks to his crushed ribs and shoulders but with how it was looking, the acid burns would win eventually.
He felt no short amount of panic and frustration as he was trapped in a fleshy acit vat with no hopes of escape. All he could see were the yellow teeth of his predator, all he could feel was the occasional clench of the digestive tract he stuffed to capacity. None of it was even close to killing him. The tight gullet holding him mostly still even prevented a stray piece of rib from piercing his lungs. At some point he just gave up and tried to merely endure his demise as best he could. Still some of the process of being life food was so painful that he thrashed anyway. By this point those motions merely aided the digestive process which was currently at a stage where large patches of scaly hide slipped off his softening flesh like mushy gloves.
His tail and hind legs were the first parts to get this treatment and when the digestive juices got access to the bare flesh below his thick hide, it felt as if he had been suspended over a bonfire. This was definitely much worse than any of his broken bones. Driven by instinct and against better reason, the crocodile thrashed, fleshing his muscles only for some of them to give way and part like drenched paper when flexed. He had done the same to countless smaller crocs himself but at least he had always swallowed them whole or killed them first.
Minutes which felt like days slowly trickled by. The reptile prey did not even know if it was his body getting used to the burning agony slowly creeping up his form or if it was a sign of him finally dying, but he grew almost used to the feeling. He still reacted impulsively and with firm struggles when a fresh sting of pain hit him. He was skinned up to his belly now, but that was as little interest to him as the setting sun or the wolves still gawking at his horrid demise.
What did catch his interest however and made him almost hopeful in a morbid way, was the sudden sensation of descent. He slipped downwards. His chin was sliding over the back of his predator’s tongue and the gullet around him shifted. for the first time in hours the Big One moved and swallowed again. Hoping for the relief of his death, the partly digested crocodile was oddly relieved to feel his hips pressing into the collapsed bone structure of his completely flayed tail. It was finally happening, he would just get to suffocate at last. Except he didn’t.
The strong swallowing muscles surrounding him pulled, his soft semi melted rear forced some of his melted flesh down into his predator’s intestines and then it all stopped. His snout was still poking out of the throat of his predator. All was dark and he was not even visible from the outside anymore as the beast consuming him shut his jaws with a loud clack. But whenever he breathed, the poor prey had fresh air available as well since his snout was in that space behind the maw, which also neighboured the beast’s windpipe and throat.
From there his slow fall from top predator to unrecognisable sludge continued. A lot of the tail and belly fat which he had gained by craftily ambushing hyenas, local bipeds and even adult lions was already being absorbed by the bigger croc’s guts. In a way he had not really stolen those preys but rather processed them for him. The thought would have infuriated him if his mind was not so utterly occupied and crippled even by all the pain soaring through his system.
The slow but steady march of digestion carried on unperturbed. Every now and then he could really hear inside his head how the lower end of the stomach was suckling on him, scraping up the last bits of mushy flesh, mixing them with the rest of the croc smoothie he was due to become and pushing it into the intestines. He could hear it because the stomach folds were touching bare bones in some places. At least his spasms became noticeably weaker as the actual muscles started to dissolve. Those which used to sway his tail, to keep him straight when walking on land or the ones meant to let him run after his meals on land, they all came apart now.
It was dark outside now, but he had no way of knowing that since his eyes were in the darkness of another crocodile’s gullet for hours now. But from the slow breathing and very fast digestion he could infer that his predator was actually asleep already. Not even needing to be awake to do this to him, to put him literally through him. Time and time again he heard those noises. Soft wet squelches caused by digestive juices and his own molten flesh that thickened them or the jarring grinding of bone on bone or the occasional gastrolith knocking on parts of his slightly exposed skeleton. It started to feel normal already when things finally changed for the better.
 
A firm clench from the vast stomach surrounding most of his mutilated body was finally enough to split his abdomen wide open. The first tear started a chain reaction in his weakened flesh. Again, what used to be a vicious predator behaved like a wet paper towel and simply kept tearing open, spilling his guts into the tight stomach working over him. With his organs accessible to all those juices, to shards of his own bones or to smooth rocks which had already helped digest countless preys before him, he was not going to last another minute. No matter how resilient and stubborn to stay alive his body was, at last it gave in. The darkness of his closed eyes in the dark gullet seemed to turn more complete and emptier as his senses fizzed out. The gut working over his broken body was a faint massage, the feeling numb, the mind breaking, the burning of being digested alive reduced to a mere concept of warmth. And then there was nothing, except that reassuring feeling of his snout getting engulfed in an idle throat and his body sinking all the way into that fat busy stomach where it belonged by now.
 
 
It had taken two and a half days just for this other crocodile to melt enough to sink all the way into his stomach. The process was slow since such a girthy and difficult to digest meal took a lot longer than the odd wolf person, runaway dog or savannah critter. During this time he had already grown once more in girth and length, his intestines flooded and busily sifting through melted fellow crocodile before his rival’s head even entered his stomach.
Now he was finally ready to move and laboriously lifted his bulk from the trench his huge body had dug into the muddy shore. It was time to move to his favourite digesting spot and finish off the remaining two thirds of his colossal meal. His guts had to deal with over 600 kilos of reptile meat and that was with the liquefied parts already discounted.
So he parked himself in that oval shaped area where the dirt was compacted, twigs brushed aside and stones sunken into the earth due to him resting there most of the time ever since he arrived at the lake. It was comfortable. With the morning sun heating his bulk and his tail -by now as long as two men- resting in the water, he could manage his temperature perfectly. While he was doing that, he wondered about the wolves. Those silly tasty things were gathering near the spot he had been for the past days. He had no idea why but they seemed to be obsessed with the hole in the ground he had just pulled himself out of.
He did not know they were looking for “their protector”
They did not know he was already wondering if causing such ditches in the shore would make it easier for him to hunt and eat them.
 
As he observed and wondered, his digestive tract was slowly winning the great struggle against his big prey. The lower half of the smaller croc was either gone now or in a horrible shape. The skeleton was a collapsed heap up to the hips, which had been dislodged and started floating around when he had been walking. The bones performed as temporary gastroliths while being slowly softened and crumbled themselves. It was a win-win for the stomach.
Further up the acids had barely eaten through the thick hide in some places. Digestion was progressing inside out much faster than anywhere else since wonderfully oily things like liver and stomach melted in the highly concentrated, enzyme enriched acids like butter, while thick scales, dense muscle and strong bones took much more effort. But eventually all of it was going to pass.
The prey’s head looked really out of place inside the very messy stomach. It was a meter long and basically in an almost pristine condition. The scales were hard, the skin mostly solid. Only the murky eyes and the small trails of blood occasionally seeping from the gaps between the teeth betrayed the early effects of digestion.
Each time a wave of peristalsis ground over the more or less firm corpse, more meat and thick skin was scraped off the former crocodile. Occasionally a new organ popped free and floated about. And every few minutes the sphincter to the intestine opened up to receive several more liters of thick, smooth reptile stew.
 
Another day passed and surely enough the huge crocodile spent most of it sleeping, fattening and growing while his smaller cousin continued to turn liquid inside his stomach. By the time he woke up the next day, he felt his hind legs brushing against the roots of some water loving tree. He was a bit annoyed, feeling confined a bit and looked around. He was still in the right spot. He simply no longer fit it like before. He remembered how this spot had been big and comfortable to him just some months before and now it felt cramped. He got up with surprising ease, feeling his belly far less heavily than before and started to work on his hideout some more. The tree that annoyed him was a bit big and also an important part of his shade and camouflage so it was going to stay, but towards the land there were a few shrubs and other small stuff he could do without. With some sways of his tail and mostly by just walking into them, over them or rolling his 12 meter long 7 ton body against them, he flattened them with ease. As he worked on his gardening, the crocodile felt some occasional cracking in his further shrinking stomach. The bones of his meal were finally giving in and, at last, his insatiable belly was ready for more.
 
Luckily, the wolves were eager to provide. Not the usual small boat with two anglers he loved snacking on when nothing meatier was on offer, but they did prepare an actual buffet for him. He did not know but they did observe him as he slept, the shrinking of his gut, the growing of his body. When he looked at the shore again, where he had consumed his recent meal, he did not see his little ditch again. Instead there was a small wood construction, a pair of funnel shaped reed barriers held upright by sticks. He did not notice the sign above it, but for the wolves it was an important part. It read “Anuket’s tribute” . Apparently they now saw him as the avatar of an ancient god and given that the few hundred villagers did not have a single weapon capable of piercing his hide and that his recently grown stomach could hold ten of them with ease, it seemed fitting.
He was wondering what it was all about when he noticed two wolves in front of him. They were adolescent ones and they approached, holding chickens. He recognised them. Last time they visited him there were three. They fed him cats and he had managed to snag one of them as well. They were good eating. He got up, approaching his prey and sure enough they suddenly reeked of fright. The best sauce. He walked a bit faster, his legs longer than theirs by a lot. They squirmed and started to toss some chicken at him. Even though he was so enormous now, he did not hesitate to make use of even the smallest prey. With an easy snap of his jaws he basically inhaled one bird after the other, feeling their wings still beating in his throat pouch. They only stopped when his actual gullet grabbed them and plunged them into his stomach. However he had to slow down for each one and thus allowed the wolves to escape.
Before he knew it he was near the strange structure and standing inside the funnel, at the slim end And before him was the village's oldest fattest cow, kept from turning and running by a bunch of wolves with pointy sticks.
The cow was terrified of course. The wolves did not care. They raised them for meat in the first place but thanks to their odd perception of Anuket, they think the notorious man eater is their protector and want to reward him. The bovine thinks hope for an already full crocodile instead of resisting the very hostile sticks any longer and slowly trotts forwards. Likewise the crocodile approaches his meal. To the wolves he was receiving their offering well, while the reptile was just going for the cow since it seemed so much more worthwhile than lean canines.
 
When the beastly protector opened his powerful jaws the community started to chant. It was odd and chaotic due to this being their first offering to Anuket, but they would surely get better over time. They drove one of their most valuable animals right into the huge jaws of the crocodile. The reptile was so tall by now, even with his low to the ground stance, that some of the canines struggled seeing into his maw. The lucky front row wolves however cheered when they sat the jaws open, the yellow teeth longer than their fingers, the flaring opening to Anuket’s throat wide enough to just crawl into. He was magnificent!
Then his colossal jaws closed around the cow. They were so broad that he was pushing the prey’s legs apart when he pushed forwards to engulf her. When his maw closed down, he grabbed the cow but did not thrash her around, nor did he crush her as everyone knew he could. After all, they had seen him do it to a crocodile larger than her. This was clearly another sign for his good will and joy over their sacrifice. And it showed that Anuket was far more than just a particularly large reptile. A benevolent spirit lived in him, that was certain.
They all watched in awe as he lifted the cow off the ground with obvious ease and then lunged forwards. The prey fell down, into his throat pouch, bulging it nicely as gravity handed the nutritious herbivore to Anuket’s gullet. Within a few blissful seconds, they watched him gulp down the cow, whole and alive, watching it spread his armoured scales until the skin showed and then vanish into his belly without a trace. The first ceremony was a great success!
Then Anuket turned around to retreat to his sanctuary to digest their offering. However his enormous tail had a lot of reach. He crashed through the simple barriers and hit a few of the wolves standing there as he waddled over to the water to have an easy swim home. The impact was strong enough to send three grown men flying, groaning in pain. Two got back up but one was left on the ground, clasping a broken leg which was standing off to the side at a very unnatural angle. He screamed in pain and for help and while some started to rush closer to help their neighbour, Anuket turned around as well.
 
Sure, he had just crushed the six chickens in his stomach with a literal ton of beef, but there was always room for more and the screams of prey in pain were irresistible. At this point one of the wolves hardly fed his growing body for two days, but food was food and their lives meant nothing to him.
 
The group of wolves eager to help suddenly changed their minds when a set of jaws half again as long as the tallest villager moved towards the screaming wolf. They were shocked. Their protector had crippled one of them and now he was coming back to eat him?
Luckily the town priest had the right words for the situation.
“Fear not. Anuket chose you. He will make you stronger than any of us. Make us proud and become a part of him.”
It absolutely did not remedy the panic of the soon to be eaten wolf. No one bit. However it did cause the rest of them to keep their distance. No one thought about rushing in and snatching the injured man before the jaws got to him, no one even considered a massed attack on their reptilian god even though they had him fifty to one. Deep down they all felt that they were but snacks to the crocodile and it was his benevolence that allowed them to live. What was this one casualty compared to the dozens he saved when devouring the other crocodile, the notoriously man eating one?
They watched Anuket’s jaws open again. Led by the priest the chanting began anew, more coordinated this time even if a few voices were cracking since many were about to lose a friend to their god’s insatiable appetite. Then the crocodile turned his head sideways, trying to get as little mud as possible with his dessert. He held the wolf so gingerly as to not hurt him more.
“Fear not, you are going to a better place.” shouted the priest before Anuket lifted his head. They saw their fellow wolf, half dangling from the huge jaws, screaming and flailing. Then the maw opened just a little bit and the wolf descended into the maw.
 
That “better place” turned out to be a huge gullet. With the sun right in his back, the wolf stared past his legs right at the massive pink chute that was leading to his gastric demise. The throat flap opened in advance and let him slip into the throat pouch without even touching the curtain that usually closed off the gullet. It was so apparent now that he was very far from the first wolf Anuket had eaten. He now believed the kids’ story of him taking their friend, or that he was behind the “runaways” or the “drowned fishermen” . He was right too. But he would be unable to tell anyone. With a painfully firm clench the swallowing muscles heaved him into the beast’s throat and then effortlessly pushed him further past the croc’s chest and into the stomach where he was being pushed over the cow’s rear and placed in a really strange posture. His feet were draped over the bovine’s belly, his back bent painfully over its haunches while his upper body was basically squished between cow butt and the stomach entrance. At least until the whole chamber convulsed once. Then it shifted, changed shape, ground over him, moving the halves of his broken leg around in an agonising fashion. The cow was still moaning in panic and probably pain and on top of that he felt a slime soaked chicken flutter under his left shoulder now. This “Better place” was literal hell, he thought. As soon as Anuket’s stomach started to produce fresh acids and he found out just how much air was still left in there, he would be right once more.
 
A small dent could be seen in the drooping leathery hide of the huge reptile. Then it grew tight when Anuket swallowed and the deed was done. They looked into their new god’s eyes when he lowered his head once more. They saw a pleased gratitude where there was actually just too much complacency to continue feeding.
With the ceremony concluded, they watched the well fed godly beast return into the lake, causing widespread ripples in the calm water surface as he swam.
 
His body was weighing closer to 7,5 tons now, thanks to his meal. The chemicals he was now soaking in were going to ensure almost all of that would go into his never ending growth.
 
Anuket had returned to his favourite resting spot again to digest his meal. As the thick paste flowing through his intestines bled valuable nutrients into his bloodstream, the crocodile resumed his unnatural growth. Once more he outgrew his comfy shady spot by the water. Only this time a flick of his tail, which now weighed over a ton in itself, was enough to uproot the trees that were restricting his comfort.
Eventually his growth stopped, when his length reached sixteen meters and his hunger returned. His drugged body wanted to resume growing, resulting in him slipping back into the lake to seek or ambush his next prey. The fish which he had been gorging on not too long ago ceased to be of interest by now. Most of them could fit through the gaps between his knife sized teeth anyway. The fishermen who came after those fish might be an alluring source of nutrition though and ever since the wolves had started to worship him, they had been particularly plenty and unconcerned with their own survival.
Luckily for the anthros however, Anuket was presented with one of his favourite treats instead. It appeared that it was time for the zebras to migrate across the savannah once more. Last year he had eaten one of them and had been sated for days. This time, knowing that this was their only chance to get water for days, his appetite might prove more of a localised extinction event.
When he moved into his ambush position near the edge of the trees he liked to rest under, he was very easy to notice. The equines saw him and his colossal bow wave arriving at the shore just like he saw them staring at him, thirsty, weary, obviously pondering whether to risk certain death at his jaws to avoid dying of thirst. The crocodile, while hungry, proved to be more patient than the zebras. It did not take long before one of the younger males decided to trust his agility over his ability to go a whole week without water. He inched closer to the life saving water which was housing the deadly jaws that had to be attached to the amber coloured eyes staring at him. He needed the water though, his whole herd needed it. He looked back and just like when crossing crocodile infested rivers, some his herd was following, timidly. The more experienced ones stayed back, but maybe they were simply able to endure their thirst for longer?
Then he heard a liquid rush and sudden splashed. He whipped his head around, only to stare right at a pink fleshy chute, wide open and waiting to greet him. Then came the crushing, snapping and crunching. He hears his flesh tearing and bones breaking before he realised what was going on. By the time he figured out that he was in the middle of being eaten alive, he was already so badly injured that his life was forgone. The pain started to sear through him right when the huge reptile tossed back its head and him along with it. He was swallowed up to his belly in one casual gulp. His front legs were dangling limply along his torso and his powerful rear was kicking out savagely, hitting nothing but thin air as he listened to shards of his own broken bones grinding on one another as the beast swallowed again.
 
And just like that the entire zebra was gone. Anuket swallowed firmly, forcing the still kicking bulge under his lower jaw to slip past his collar bone and then felt the familiar relief of several hundred kilos of fresh, living meat spilling into the vastness of his stomach. What had taken a dozen minutes last year was over in seconds now. And the crocodile was far from full. He lowered his slightly gaping jaws into the water again, cleaning his teeth and palette, showing off the empty cavern of his maw with a final swallow, to get some stray bit of flesh down and then receded back into the water. After half a minute there was not even a blood stain anymore, just the same pair of staring reptile eyes as before.
While his stomach got to work on the first zebra, Anuket was very pleased to see that the zebras were either very thirsty or thought that he was full, because they did not let him wait for more than ten minutes before contributing to his diet again.
This time three of them tried to drink at the same time, others staying back to see what becomes of the brave ones. Their caution would be rewarded, just like Anuket’s patience because the crocodile suddenly shot from the water again. His enormous body, carried by legs like tree stems, surged forwards, allowing him to twist his head sideways and clamp his unspeakably huge jaws lengthwise along both flanks of an adult zebra. Using the momentum he had gained, the reptilian beast turned to the side, using his occupied maw to just pin down the second zebra while swiping at the last one with his tail. Since his biggest scales possessed the thickness and density of cobblestones by now, that quick flick of his tail pulverised the third zebra’s hips and half of its legs and ribs. He could even feel his tail entering the warm mammal’s body without breaking through its skin. He simply crushed and reshaped half the animal with that hit.
 
As the horrified herd was at a loss whether to stare at his busy jaws or what he had reduced his fourth victim to in less than a second, the one punned under the drooping crocodile throat was learning a lot more about the way Anuket fed than it wanted. It could feel the struggles above, how its badly mauled herd mate was simply funnelled down the croc’s gullet. The softness pinning it down was then replaced with a firm, heavy and desperately struggling weight. Then, just as the realisation of what it was caused by set in, the crocodile’s throat tensed up and the desperately fighting prey was gone, its shrill whinnies muted by thick layers of reptile flesh. When the zebra felt the weight of the beats’s jaws lifting off of it entirely, it knew it was next. It struggled to roll on its hooved but before it could find any purchase, a dozen giant teeth lacerated its muscular haunches, refusing to stop until a sickening tremor and crack heralded the breaking of the zebra’s hip.
 
Anuket casually lifted his head up, letting another half ton of warm equine meat simply drop into the elastic embrace of his throat. When he crawled on shore in his entirety, the herd realised that he was not yet sated and bolted, leaving his fourth meal of the day alone with him. His cold, greedy eyes looked into the dark and pitiful ones of his next prey. Soon they would be just a small contribution to the nutritious chyme he planned to reduce the entire herd to.
The crippled zebra looked up, using her last strength to stare at the slowly parting jaws, by now welcoming them as the quickest way out of her searing agony. Once her neck rested on the beast’s maw floor, she relaxed, making things easy for her predator. Everything down from her neck was crippled anyway and she yearned to be free from her ruined body. Sadly for her, the beast did not bite down. Huge as it was, well fed as it was, the monstrous crocodile was still saving every calorie it could and almost gently lifted her up and lunged a few times until she was resting in his maw, just her hind hooves dangling beyond the jaws. Another flick of the reptile’s head sent her literally falling into its throat. Slimy flesh engulfed her, softly massaging her down. Her several dozen bones that were broken in over a hundred places made a terrible noise like two rocks grinding on each other with coarse sand between them, which showed her yet another dimension of agony. It all culminated when the tight sphincter of the beast’s stomach tightly widened around her and then it was finally done. She was consumed, already coughing from the acrid fumes filling and burning her lungs, doomed to feel the struggles of her also devoured herd mates while thick digestive juices dripped from the occasionally pulsating walls of the predator’s stomach.
 
Four adult zebras were something in the range of three tons of meat. That was more than he had ever eaten ever before, yet Anuket had consumed this vast amount of prey with visible ease. His stomach was pumping in huge amounts of digestive juices from all sides. The deep folds of his active stomach were occasionally building little pools before the weight of the deadly liquids or some contraction made the fleshy cauldron change its shape and let the flesh eating fluids gush over the still living beings occupying this horrid place.
In contrast it all simply felt very comfortable to the crocodile. He felt safe and happy with the weight in his midsection, or the firmness he perceived when he lowered his body a bit much and his drooping belly touched the lake floor.
Luckily for him he was literally guarding a large amount of the accessible shore of the lake. The zebras were naturally afraid of going to the side populated by the villagers and for good reason. Anuket was not the only one appreciating their taste. Then there were other areas around the lake shore that were either extremely muddy or steep. In other words, the equines could either run a gauntlet here, where seemingly insatiable jaws waited for them, at the far end where countless arrows and spears waited for them or at one of two spots where a single wrong step would leave them defenceless to the point where they might as well be tied up sacrifices to the beast.
Luckily for the insatiable reptile and his never ending growth, the zebras could not fight their herd instincts and instead of overwhelming his reach, they ended up trying one of those options after another.
For now his stomach was crushing and tearing up four zebras already, so the hers relocated and tried their luck near the village. It only ended with two of them getting speared a minute after they arrived and during their escape, the herd lost two more to a single snap of Anuket’s jaws.
While the reptile ignored the praises of the villagers thanking him for “his gift”, the crocodile swallowed, finding equine snack number six to no longer fit his stomach. But his gullet was so vast by now that it simply had to wait its turn. Given the volume of his digestive tract, it was more of a living meat factory at this point anyway. By the point he had crossed the lake again to intercept the next foolish attempt of the her, his intestines were already swelling to the girth of grown men under the flood of freshly pulped meat his stomach pumped into them.
Anuket now watched the remainder of the thinned out herd stumbling over a steep rocky ledge. He was about as amused as a reptile could be as his stomach reduced the first six zebras of the season to a pile of loose bones which would further facilitate the digestion of the next ones he would inevitably consume.
It took the equines quite a while to sneak up to the ledge, going closer to the partially gaping jaws they could already see below them. Just as the odd lion before, the foremost zebra ended up slipping and tumbling towards the now gaping jaws with a panicked whinny. It landed astonishingly softly in Anuket’s cavernous maw, somehow missing the teeth that were framing its shocked body like yellow stalagmites. Then the jaws fell shut with a loud clack and they all saw the beast lifting his head and how the bulge made by a whole zebra vanished. No one in the herd was surprised to find the croc’s maw utterly empty when it opened again, but they needed water. At the village they had managed to get in a few sips, well, ten of them had while four lost their lives. Maybe things worked out better here?
 
It turned out that things only went well for Anuket’s stomach though. One equine after the other was either caught in his maw after a grace less stumble or Anuket simply lunged some five to ten meters from his hiding spot to grab more food. Nothing had prepared the zebras for something his size, or even half his size for that matter.
As a result it was not long before Anuket had to store freshly caught and half crushed zebras under the long winding roots of the mangroves he tended to rest among. For the first time in his life, he was faced with a much so convenient prey that he could not hope to swallow all he could catch but knew he only needed a few more days to digest them in the end.
 
When the zebras tried to explore the mud patch, Anuket’s underwater pantry only grew. The crocodile was able to digest food at a ton a day now, but that was far too slow to keep up with the amount of meat the draught plagued herd was literally piling up for him. He greatly enjoyed the comfort of dragging his fat belly, bloated with animals in all stages of digestion, over the soft ground to pull zebras off the mud and into his jaws like a kid would pluck a dandelion.
Here and there the huge beast still devoured one, everytime he felt his throat becoming available. He usually had four to five in his stomach melting at a time and an additional one waiting in his gullet. Things only got difficult when the number of mostly intact bones broke the four digit barrier, then he had to do something about it.
While ANuket was busy rolling over trees and large rocks, exerting the pressure on his belly that was needed to pulverise ten or more zebras worth of bones, the remaining equines got a good shot at drinking. A few were stuck in the mud when he came back to collect them but in the end that was the best the herd was able to do. Filling his stomach until the amount of bones alone was a logistical problem for a sixteen meter beast.
 
Over the next few days Anuket culled the herd down to barely twenty. They had been nearly a hundred when they arrived. On the flipside of this tragedy was one very happy and fat crocodile. For the first time since he arrived, he had food stockpiled to the point of the lake running red for a while and he was able to put on some fat because even his chemically jacked up body was not able to handle all that nutrition in time.
However, that changed after several days. When he was done plundering his pantry, and found little satisfaction in his new skill of swallowing a two man row boat plus its occupants instead of bothering to pull them out first, he knew he needed to hit the farms. The anthros had always been nice to him, but his attitude had turned more and more indifferent towards them as they had shrunken relative to him. Right now, after his colossal feast and him doubling in size again, they were like ants. Little condiments to consume alongside the cattle he was truly after.
With hungry resolve, 35 meters and over 150 tons of hungry crocodile set in motion towards the farm village.
The villagers had interpreted Anuket’s growing size as some good omen. Now their “protector” was so huge they could see him almost all the time. His bulk was taller than some young trees even when he was laying on his belly and if he moved inside the water, the whole lake got churned up.
The wolves got a very rude awakening when the crocodile entered their village for the first time. All their kneeling, clasped paws and pleading did not stop the crocodile for longer than it took him to pick up and devour a few of them at a time. To the giant reptile, they were inconsequential little treats now. But meat was meat and that was what he was here for.
Those who were outside of his considerable snapping range survived to see their neighbours or family swallowed whole and alive in quick and easy motions. They made no bulges, no imprints or any other sign that they were even existing anymore while the beast’s stomach started to break them down. Meanwhile the crocodile walked over the fences to the cattle pen. His lurching steps and swaying tail collapsed a few huts and razed the front of a barn as he passed, seemingly hardly feeling the impacts as he splintered in seconds what took days or weeks to build.
Once he was among the cows, he started to herd them together in a corner of the pen, using his massive tail to guide or shove them into a spot where he could grab two or three at a time. Those animals did not share the misguided beliefs of their canine owners and tried to run, but usually it only ended with an express trip past half meter long yellow teeth and down Anuket’s gullet. Or a running bull would disappear besides or below Anuket, only to be swiped back by his tail, tumbling back into the killing zone with a dozen broken bones and twisted legs as a result of a lazy tail swipe. The crocodile was no actual god but he sure dominated the helpless village like one as he consumed the main source of food and income for hundreds of people in a single sitting.
Unlike the wolves he had snacked upon on his way here, the cattle actually managed to bulge out his thick scaly neck. The typical crocodilian pouch like throat drooped when one or two struggling bovines were pushed through and was distended until skin showed between spread scales when it was three or more.
Anuket was delighted with this feast. There was so much of it that his stomach filled up rather rapidly. The zebras had been good but this was divine. The cows had no chance to escape him. Their only way they could get away from his jaws was through his digestive tract and that was where they were all going, usually pair wise.
As the mooing grew more and more muffled as Anuket fed his way through the large herd and his belly started to finally droop a little, he managed to overlook one of the delicious animals and a cow got stuck under him. She tried to escape but there were scales all around her, pressing down with the weight of dozens of her herd mates which were already melting in Anuket’s greedy stomach. Eventually he walked over her so far that she pushed against the enormous crocodile’s first genital slit. This got quite the reaction out of him. Since Anuket’s chemically induced bottomless appetite caused him to consume any potential mate rather than breeding them, he was more than a little pent up. When he felt the warm rump of a cow on his slit, it soon bulged before parting and allowing his somewhat pointy cock tip to slide right into the cow’s sex. The bovine soon got a reason to wish she was in his stomach as the crocodile’s mating tool proved to be bigger than her own body. At least in length.
Anuket felt the warmth engulfing his tip, something he had never felt before and he growled in lust fueled satisfaction. As his member continued to emerge from his body, making loud squelching noises from the lubricating grease his slit produced he also started to thrust. At first he pushed the cow a little forwards but when she got stuck under the bulk of his stomach there was nowhere else to go.
A few shocked villagers stood on the sideline at what they estimated to be a safe distance as a five meter long crocodile cock gapped a considerable distance before vanishing inside a cow, stuck under a monster croc’s belly. As Anuket got really into it, he broke up the cow’s insides, ploughing her whole body rather than just her sex. Reptile pre and blood mixed into a pink slush and drooled down the doomed animal’s rear as Anuket took visible pleasure in the heated tightness that engulfed about a third of his member. Each time he pushed in, the cow’s belly and flanks bulged out in an attempt to make space for the beast’s girth, but to no avail. Every second thrust or so, another snap announced the breaking of another bone or the popping of another organ. By the time Anuket finally came, the cow was already dead. His whole lower body spasmed in orgasm as he pumped insane amounts of lukewarm sticky reptile semen into the abused bovine corpse, bloating its torso even more. He had utterly pulped the cow’s insides by then, which was demonstrated rather vividly as jets of blood stained croc seed gushed from the maw and nostrils of the dead cow. It was a chilling side for any mammal in viewing range as the corpse repeatedly moved when another jet of reptile cum rushed through it. The mutilated body only came to rest in a large muddy puddle of mostly cum when Anuket was good and done with it and his messy cock slipped back into his slit.
 
This exertion had cost Anuket several cows worth of nutrition and after relocating the last three members of the herd to his stomach with an easy snap of his jaws and a toss of his head, he aimed his appetite at the next best thing. Soon the staring wolves learned more about what was definitely not a safe distance as they went down the croc’s throat next. By then most survivors of the village had changed their belief significantly and were hiding in their huts and barns to hide from their supposed protector who was currently busy consuming every last one of them. A few crazed worshippers of Anuket still tried to appease him by stripping naked and offering themselves, but the beast ate them without even bothering to stop for that. Instead he immediately followed his nostrils to the next prey scent, which was right behind a conveniently easy to collapse wall of wooden planks.
One after another the wolves were either caught fleeing or plucked from the rubble of their collapsed homes. When faced with a beast so huge and powerful that it could tear down buildings by accident, there was no escape when Anuket actually tried to destroy something to get at the tasty snacks inside.
One time a wolf managed to rush underneath the crocodile’s busy jaws and beyond the drooping belly whose contents mooed and screamed for help or mercy as they melted under loud gurgles. The agile canine nearly made it past the monster’s hips, when Anuket decided to turn around and look somewhere else for another prey. In doing so, the beast dropped his hips and the wolf got suddenly engulfed in pungent slimy tightness. He had no idea where he was, or why the scent and taste his face marinated in got him aroused, but he was struggling for his life.
Anuket on the other hand was deeply enjoying the sensation caused by the wolf who just slipped into his feminine bits. The herm crocodile was for the first time feeling how nice it was to have something of considerable size pushed into his pussy. As a result it grew only tighter and slimier, much to the wolf’s horror. Once more Anuket stopped his feeding frenzy for a short moment of newly discovered sexual bliss. His convulding walls sucked the wolf deeper, trying to milk over a cock that was not there. But it turned out that a struggling person was working for Anuket as well. After only a minute and before the wolf had time to drown in his juices, Anuket came. His inner walls crushed down on the wolf, reducing him to a bone splinter laden paste that shot out of the scaly’s slit along with a healthy amount of squirt. The intensity and amount of the croc’s orgasm even managed to bury a small hole into the dusty ground below, which would serve as that poor wolf’s grave.
 
His voracious carnage lasted for twelve hours in which he consumed in excess of 30 cows and 300 odd wolves. When he had swallowed his last prey, the first dozens were already a liquid flowing through his guts. He felt the last struggling wolf enter his stomach and then looked back. Occasionally he poked his snout at a torn down pile of wood, finding only dust and debris. He had depleted his hunting grounds entirely and igured now that his lake was shallow enough for him to stand in, he needed to find somewhere else to go. As he left, the chemicals lingering in his system gave him his last growth spurt, as he headed towards the direction his instincts suggested. He probably had to go some time without food, but he was well off for now and looked forward to finding more cattle farms in the future. They were really convenient.