Piper Wright was renowned for her investigative prowess as a journalist, and her skills as an investigator exceeded even that reputation. Thus, when the news broke that Nora had vanished without a trace following her routine exploration of the Commonwealth, Piper's intuition told her that something was amiss.
 
 
"Something ain't right about this, Blue," Piper muttered to herself as she reviewed the details of Nora's disappearance. She paced around her cluttered desk, deep in thought. "She doesn't just up and vanish without a word. I've seen her face down Deathclaws and Super Mutants without flinching. This silence of hers, it's... it's eerie."
 
 
Typically, Nora's daily excursions held no cause for concern. She'd rise from her bed, clad in her custom-fit power armor, and set out from her dwelling—the same structure she had inhabited two centuries before her cryogenic slumber in a vault. Her days would be spent charting the wastelands, returning by sunset with clinking caps in her metallic pockets and a new weapon or trinket slung over her shoulder, eager to share her findings with the settlers of Sanctuary.
 
 
Nora wasn't a stranger to occasional deviations from her schedule. There had been instances when she ventured far from home, absent for days or even weeks, sailing to distant islands or embarking on train journeys to soda-themed parks, all to address the issues plaguing those places. The nature of her current disappearance, however, set off alarm bells.
 
 
Piper couldn't help but remember the countless times she had interviewed Nora after her expeditions, their conversations filled with laughter and excitement. "Remember that time, Blue? When you stumbled upon that hidden cache of pre-war snacks? Or that Nuka-Cola plant? Those were the days."
 
 
As a leader of numerous settlements and the general of the Minutemen militia, Nora always kept a radio within reach. She had even installed one on her power armor to stay informed about any issues, whether it be a bandit raid or a routine check-in. Yet, yesterday marked an abrupt deviation from the norm—Nora had fallen completely silent over the radio. No warning, no final message, not even a distress signal before she vanished. The last transmission received was the faint sound of her radio turning on, followed by heavy, guttural breathing, and then silence. Piper sighed and leaned back in her chair, fiddling with her trademark press cap. "This isn't like you, Blue. You always let someone know if you're going off the grid like this."
 
 
 
 
Most dismissed it as Nora getting herself into another tight spot, perhaps battling ghouls near the Glowing Sea, accidentally triggering the radio before dealing with the threat. However, Piper possessed knowledge that eluded the settlers and the entire Commonwealth. "Nobody knows you like I do," Piper said, her voice filled with determination. "And you've got another secret you're keeping from everyone, don't you?"
 
 
Unknown to everyone but Nora's lover and best friend, Piper, Nora was in her final trimester of pregnancy. Without the custom rig, her body was heavy and weighed down by the unborn children. Nora couldn't afford to leave her settlements undefended, nor could she rest at home for the sake of her unborn baby. She had devised a compromise, predominantly donning the suit. Its inner frame had been specially modified to accommodate her burgeoning belly, with additional space for her swollen breasts.
 
 
For the most part, this arrangement had proven effective. Nora could venture out almost daily to oversee her settlements and explore the wasteland, all the while cocooned within the suit's protective embrace. It cradled her, safeguarded her, and facilitated her movements, ensuring that the rigors of pregnancy did not strain her. Over the past eight months, this solution had worked seamlessly, and nobody suspected anything unusual as Nora adopted the practice of wearing her suit full-time.
 
 
Piper paced around the room, her worry etched on her face. "You've been pushing yourself too hard, Blue. Your dedication is admirable, but you can't ignore the risks." With just weeks remaining until the birth, Nora continued her ventures into the wastelands, despite Piper's fervent pleas to stay, if not for her own sake, then for the sake of her unborn child. Nora's disappearance was the tipping point, signaling to Piper that the worst must have occurred. Piper clenched her fists, her concern deepening. "Damn it, Blue. You better be alright out there."
 
 
Now it fell to Piper to uncover the truth, to discover where Nora had gone and what fate awaited her and her baby. She began her quest by questioning settlers and searching for clues in Sanctuary before embarking on her journey into the wasteland. Armed with nothing but a 10mm pistol and her unwavering determination, she donned her signature Red Leather trench coat, a garment that did little to conceal modest yet perky breasts and a fat ass that could captivate the most stoic wasteland wanderer. she strode down the worn, pre-war roads.
 
 
Piper's mind buzzed with numerous scenarios. “A woman in power armor—what could possibly challenge her? A pack of wild mongrels? Unlikely. A radscorpion or two? Child's play. A bandit ambush?” Piper chuckled as she recalled how Nora had dispatched waves of scantily clad marauders during their travels together.
 
 
Yet, as she pondered further, increasingly absurd, perilous, and implausible scenarios filled her thoughts. “What if she'd been dragged into the ocean by Mirelurks?” The vivid image of Nora struggling in desperation beneath the waves haunted her. “What if Supermutants had her pinned down?” The gruesome image of Nora being spit-roasted over a fire flashed before her eyes. What if a platoon of gunners had disarmed her? Suddenly, Piper's thoughts turned explicit, picturing Nora lying on her back as gunners slowly unzipped her vault suit. Her pregnant belly swayed with each thrust as one gunner indulged himself pounding on her lower half, while another gripped her throat from above, forcing her to choke down his manhood repeatedly, her pale breasts heaving and colliding with her belly, releasing spurts of fresh milk with each violent encounter.
 
 
Piper blushed and covered her mouth, “Get your mind out of the gutter, now isn’t the time for that!” shaking her head to banish the vivid fantasies. Each step she took only fueled her wild, unrealistic, and increasingly erotic ideas. But even as she passed a ruined building along the street, she remained lost in these perverted thoughts, oblivious to the lurking presence of eyes and razor-sharp claws hidden just behind the decaying structure.
 
 
An hour had drifted away, leaving Piper no closer to solving the mystery of Nora's disappearance. At most, she had entertained the notion that Nora might be in some form of danger, though not necessarily the kind requiring immediate rescue. Her notepad had become a repository for both unconventional ideas and crude doodles born out of sheer boredom during her fruitless walk.
 
 
With her legs growing weary from the ceaseless journey, Piper eventually spotted a smooth stack of glistening scrap metal. She decided to halt and take a breather, opting to dig into the squirrel bits she had packed along for sustenance. While Nora's safety remained her paramount concern, Piper realized that she would function more effectively with a well-fed stomach.
 
 
Finishing the last bite of the chewy meat, Piper reclined onto her hands, her fingers clutching the polished metal plates beneath her. She let out a heavy sigh, her voice tinged with frustration, "I've searched this place all afternoon, and it's like I'm missing a piece of the puzzle, a tiny nugget of information, something to lead me to Blue." Her words hung in the air as she stared into the distance, her eyes filled with determination. "An indispensable clue, that's what I need." Piper's voice resonated with unwavering resolve. Sighing heavily, she rose to her feet and continued her trek, abandoning the greasy paper bag that had once held her meal. Landing just beneath the pile of scrap, dented inward and covered in a thick layer of dust, the text decaled onto one of the pieces read out: “NORA X-01”.
 
 
Another hour passed, and then another. Piper tirelessly queried every settlement she encountered, conversed with every traveling brahmin trader, and even engaged in cautious dialogue with the hornier raiders who hadn't immediately opened fire on her. None of them had caught a glimpse of Nora since the previous day. Piper's frustration mounted with each fruitless inquiry. Her best friend's safety was at stake, and she felt like a bumbling detective, fumbling through this search as though it were her first attempt to locate a missing person.
 
 
Finding herself once more in the desolate wilderness, Piper unleashed her anger by pounding on the ground and letting out a primal scream. “AAAARRGGHH DAMN IT! I can’t do anything right! Where the hell could she have gone!?” Her outburst startled a gathering of crows feasting on a nearby radstag carcass. Unbeknownst to her, it also drew the attention of a looming predator that had been silently trailing her for the past few hours.
 
 
Piper's ears picked up a low growl emanating from behind her. “Who's there!?” before she could react, a sharp force tore down the length of her jacket. She swirled her head around, only to find nothing visible there. Employing her detective skills, she squinted her eyes and hastily examined the dusty ground. There, imprinted in the soil, lay a sizable, three-toed footprint.
 
 
She swiftly rose to her feet and drew her pistol, her eyes darting across the horizon in search of a target. Whatever had inflicted that mysterious slash was both swift and stealthy, having
vanished by the time she pivoted for another look.
 
 
PAP PAP PAP
 
 
Gunshots echoed, each deafening strike revealing Piper's frantic attempt to defend herself. However, her shots missed their intended target, beads of sweat formed on her brow. Unseen by her, the mysterious attacker continued to lurk, observing Piper's nervous twitches. “Come out and show yourself!” She brandished her firearm, her gaze darting in every conceivable direction, her torn jacket fluttering in the wind.
 
 
SLICE
 
 
Another attack, this time slicing through her pants and leather shoes. Piper reacted with uncontrolled gunfire, her adrenaline surging wildly through her veins.
 
 
SLASH
 
 
PAP PAP PAP
 
 
More rips, more tears, and more gunshots. With each passing moment, Piper's attire disintegrated, leaving her nearly half-naked. Her brown pants were torn asunder, revealing the lacy white underwear she wore beneath them. Her cute little waist and gorgeous ass, typically concealed from prying eyes, was exposed to the elements.
 
 
PAP PAP PAP
 
 
RIIIIIIIP
 
 
Another precisely placed strike, this time slicing a path upward along Piper's chest. Her body briefly lifted a few inches as her clothing came with her, the attacking creature tearing through it effortlessly. As she was flung upward, Piper's perky breasts were exposed, escaping the confines of her detached bra before plummeting back to the ground along with her. She landed on her back, cushioned amidst a pile of her discarded attire. The only articles left clinging to her body were her snug-fitting underwear and the press cap she steadfastly kept on her head.
 
 
Covered in a growing sheen of sticky sweat, Piper's body gleamed in the bright sunlight as she swiftly rose to her feet once more. Her breath came heavy, and droplets of perspiration traced paths down her face, chest, and over her breasts, ultimately falling from her stiffening nipples in heavy droplets.
 
 
Piper had encountered every native creature in the Commonwealth and then some, but none possessed the same combination of speed, cunning, and brutality. Not every mutant or abomination had the finesse to toy with their prey in such a manner, let alone the precision to shred clothing without harming the person beneath. There was no mistaking it; this could only be the work of one creature:
 
 
“A deathclaw…”
 
 
Swallowing hard, Piper took aim once more, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. "Come on, Piper," she muttered to herself, "Just need one good shot." The deathclaw was swift, but in the Commonwealth, no creature could outpace a bullet, or so she hoped.
Then, right in front of her, she spotted an encroaching shadow. A black, keratinous hide covered in menacing spikes, gliding forward with monstrous deliberation. It boasted two long, sinuous arms ending in four-fingered claws, each one sharp enough to cleave a brahmin in half. Its beady eyes and a maw filled with razor-sharp teeth were the last things many wastelanders had ever seen. Not to mention the pair of curled horns strong enough to flip a truck.
 
 
She muttered to herself again, this time louder. "Steady, Piper, steady," she encouraged herself. Her voice shook, but her grip on the pistol remained firm.
 
 
Piper focused her gun, widened her stance, and squinted through one eye as she peered down the glowing green sights. "Okay, you ugly monster," she mumbled through clenched teeth, "It's you or me." She aligned the glowing green marker with the creature's cloudy yellow eye. With a deep breath, she exhaled slowly while squeezing the trigger.
 
 
CLICK-
 
 
Piper's heart raced as she witnessed the ejected magazine of her gun hanging mid-air, a mixture of disbelief and horror gripping her face. She fumbled with her weapon, but the harsh reality was undeniable - she had run out of ammunition. In a moment of panic, she lowered her empty gun and raised an arm cautiously in front of her, taking a step back. She stammered, "Easy there, big fella... Nice Deathclaw, right? We don't have to do this..." But the ominous growling advance of the Deathclaw made it clear that words weren't going to be enough to deter the relentless predator.
 
 
As her trembling fingers reached for the extra magazines stored in the pockets of her clothes, she managed only to fondle herself as her fingers brushed against her thighs. Her gear scattered and ripped away during the Deathclaw's brutal attack. "Oh no, not now," she muttered, a hint of desperation bleeding into her voice.
 
 
She retreated slowly, her voice quivering with fear. "Stay back, you big brute!" she called out to the approaching Deathclaw, "No need for trouble." She inched backward, carefully trying to create more space between herself and the advancing predator, all the while plotting an escape.
 
 
But as she maintained her focus on the menacing Deathclaw, her foot got tangled with a stray piece of rebar, causing her to lose her balance and tumble backward. With no chance to brace herself, she landed with a heavy thud on her back, the force of the impact enough to send her spiraling into unconscious.
 
 
Within seconds, the massive reptilian creature stood over her, inspecting her form. Deathclaws were creatures of instinct, but mutations and exposure to F.E.V. had endowed some with enhanced abilities, including increased strength, speed, intelligence, and even curiosity.
 
 
With a calculated motion, the creature raised one of its many claws and gently pressed it against her cleavage. The sharpened appengage sank in without breaking the skin, it pulled its finger out. Watching as the flesh gave way before returning to its original shape. Its claw then traced a path downward, gliding over her flat stomach toward her crotch. It eyed the piece of laced white fabric wrapped around her hips and under her raised butt before letting out a snort and flexing a finger, slicing through the fabric in a single precise movement. Piper's body was now completely exposed, a privilege that only Nora and a select few others had ever experienced.
 
 
The Deathclaw gripped her shoulders, being careful not to harm her exposed skin, and lifted her off the ground. Her arms and legs dangled limply in her unconscious state as it drew her closer. The massive lizard unfurled its tongue, sliding it across her glistening form. It began by wrapping its tongue around her crotch before gliding upward over her stomach and toward her breasts, then sliding over each one before running over her neck and finally her face. It forced its own tongue into her slack mouth, tasting her moist interior before retracting the muscular appendage into its own maw.
 
 
Her entire body tasted salty, but her scent had a uniqueness the creature had never encountered before, different from the usual scent of fresh blood. It intrigued the beast. Its curiosity sated, and its hunger growing by the second, the reptile opened its jaws before tilting Piper’s head forward, and slowly but firmly, began to push her in.
 
 
Almost instantly, her hair was drenched by saliva. The creature's tongue, initially driven by curiosity, now wrapped around her head and coated it with a slick layer before pushing her further in. Her shoulders pressed against the sides of the monster’s mouth as her breasts were squeezed against her body.
 
 
Piper groggily awoke to find herself being continuously pushed inward, tightness pressing in all around her. Her hips and ass remained just outside as the deathclaw’s hardened fingers gripped onto her thighs, preventing her from slipping out as the tongue extended once more, sliding past her stomach and in between her legs. She felt something grasping at her head, and a warm and wet feeling around her crotch.
 
 
Opening her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment. Before her stretched a moist, undulating tube, growing darker and darker as the light receded into pitch blackness. A moan escaped her lips in surprise. She felt something begin to intrude on her lower half, thick and moist, sliding up and down over her exposed bottom while also pushing inward. “Ugn, my head… Where am I?” Piper could hardly see through the strands of sticky black hair coating her face.
 
 
In her disoriented state, she struggled to remember who she was. "I'm… Piper…" she whispered to herself, the words providing some anchor to her identity. Diamond City, her younger sister, and the life of a detective flashed through her thoughts. The relentless warmth and dextrous appendage kept advancing, pushing deeper inside. Piper gasped, her entire body reacting to the relentless pressure.
 
 
She knew she had a best friend named Nora, but she liked to call her Blue because she always wore a vault jumpsuit for no other reason besides fashion sense. As the creature continued to exert pressure, Piper fought to regain her clarity. The widening muscle was encroaching deeper inside her depths, and she couldn't suppress the cry that escaped her lips. Her head was mere inches from the waiting throat.
 
 
Through her grogginess and the haze clouding her thoughts, Piper managed to mumble, "Blue...in danger. I've got...to find her." But her memories remained fragmented, elusive puzzle pieces she struggled to put together. The tongue relentlessly pumped in and out, seeking the leverage to push her further. It finally found a foothold at the very bottom of the passage, propelling her further in from inside her very womb. Piper's eyes hazed forward as she continued to pant into the throat, her drool mixing with the surrounding saliva.
 
 
She recalled something following her, but everything after that became a blur. Strangely, she felt an overwhelming sensation of unease mixed with an odd sense of pleasure. Her belly and womb swelled as the tongue continued its relentless massage, each thrust propelling her further forward.
 
 
Gradually, her head disappeared into the waiting throat, her entire face enveloped by the muscular tube as it contracted around her, drawing her deeper in. Her hips grazed against the deathclaw's jaws, and her lower body endured a relentless assault from the tongue, sending waves of pleasure rippling up her backside. Another forceful thrust of the tongue pushed her forward again. “Guhn, huff… Blue, where are you?” Her own tongue lolled out of her mouth as she moaned out.
 
 
Her thoughts became increasingly muddled as she grappled to piece together her fragmented memories. The growing warmth in her belly made it even more challenging to regain her train of thought. She struggled to understand why something hot, firm, and slippery was moving in and out of her.
 
 
She bit her lip as the throat tightened around her shoulders, forcing her arms against her sides. The sensation of the rough tastebuds against her nipples sent shivers through her as they scraped against it.
 
 
As more of Piper's backside was thrust into the mouth, the tongue penetrated deeper into her. The tip slammed against her womb while the base stretched her further. Piper's eyes rolled back into her head, “B-Blue! I’m… c-cumming!” she cried out as the muscle gave one final push, filling her completely. She reflexively placed a hand over her swelling stomach, feeling it burrow inside her, pressing her abdomen outward. She muttered absentmindedly to herself, "heh… I'm pregnant... heh... Look at me, Blue..."
 
 
Piper sighed with a mixture of relief and pleasure. The tongue, now pulling out wet with damp fluids and the scent of pheromones, relaxed and settled at the floor of the mouth. It continued to slather against her intermittently to prevent her from sliding out. With newfound clarity, Piper slowly began to piece together her situation, realizing she was tightly squeezed within a hot and sticky tube.
 
 
"Pregnant... Nora... Where did she go? I haven't seen her since yesterday..."
 
 
The Deathclaw lifted its heavy, prey-filled maw into the air, using gravity to help slide Piper downward. One breast after another squeezed in between Piper and the waiting gullet.
"I was supposed to find her. I searched everywhere, asked everyone, and then-"
Piper's eyes widened as she suddenly dropped downward, her slender waist providing little friction against the muscular walls closing in on her. Her descent halted when the entrance to the deathclaw's throat met the wide curves of her hips, thighs, and ass, slowing her fall with a distinct *PLOP*.
 
 
Looking down, Piper peered through the viscous slime coating her cleavage and the strands of saliva hanging between her now sore thighs. She saw a ray of sunlight piercing through, illuminating her body, along with a set of teeth slowly encroaching, blocking out what little light managed to filter in as they approached each other.
 
 
-And then something attacked me!?"
 
 
Realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and her heart raced in her chest as memories of her previous encounter flashed before her eyes. If she was still alive, and no one had come to save her, then...
 
 
"-Then something is eating me!"
 
 
Piper began to struggle and writhe against her fleshy restraints, desperately trying to free herself. With her arms immobilized at her sides, her only hope now rested on her legs. She kicked and screamed against the roof of the mouth, her heels slamming against bone, and her toes scraping against flesh, but her efforts proved futile.
 
 
With every kick she made, struggling against the ever-closing jaws, Piper involuntarily flexed her ass and thighs, the contracting muscles squeezing her further inward. The relentless descent continued, the light from above growing dimmer as her ankles slid past the hard protrusions of the Deathclaws teeth. Soon met by the slimy, tickling sensation of the tongue dragging itself over her toes.
 
 
In a final, desperate act, she flexed her knees and spread her legs, attempting to push out against the rapidly closing jaws. Her efforts strained her hips against the opposing force of the Deathclaws' jaw. She could feel the tension in the muscles as they continuously attempted to clamp down completely over her. "Come on, Piper, think! You've faced worse odds," she muttered, trying to bolster her own courage.
 
 
Seconds ticked by, and Piper felt a sense of temporary relief, believing she had bought herself some time to formulate an escape plan. However, suspended upside down halfway inside the monster's gullet, she began to feel light-headed as blood rushed to her head. Each passing second seemed to drag on as she fought against muscles designed to crush bone. "I can't end up as Deathclaw chow," she groaned, her voice strained and panicked. The salivary glands at the base of the throat continuously secreted saliva, pooling against her bottom and flowing down her navel, between her breasts, and ultimately over her face. She felt herself slipping, fearing that if she stopped fighting for even a moment, the rest of her body would be swallowed completely.
 
 
Outside the wriggling confines where Piper fought for her life, the Deathclaw struggled to keep its prey down. It vigorously shook its head up, down, left, and right in an attempt to dislodge the slab of delicate meat it had worked so hard to entrap whole and alive. Through the scales and sinewy throat muscles, the top half of Piper could be seen, her face and perky breasts imprinted outward against its flesh.She panted heavily between her efforts to free herself. "Not...giving up," she gasped, her muffled protests barely reaching the outside world. Upside-down, her body slowly sank towards the Deathclaw's belly due to the powerful gulping throat muscles before being jerked back up by her shapely legs.
 
 
Her breaths slowed, and she had never strained herself this much before. Her face felt heavy, her muscles weak, and if the Deathclaw had a gag reflex, she should have triggered it by now. Slowly but surely, her legs began to lose their strength. "Nora, please... I can't let them win…" Piper whispered through trembling lips, her voice now barely audible. She glanced up once more to see the light fading, with only inches between the gnarled teeth allowing in the faintest amount of sunlight. Her head still pounded from the concussion, her thighs were weak from the tongue's assault, her calves exhausted after a long fight against the jaws, and her mind was fuzzy from the rising pressure in her head. She couldn't last much longer.
 
 
However, she couldn't give up. Nora still needed her, and she needed to be found and saved from whatever evil creature or faction had her. For the sake of their friendship, for the sake of Nora, for the sake of her baby. Piper, gasping for breath, her mind a whirlwind of exhaustion, couldn't help but wonder if Nora had met the same gruesome fate, scooped up and swallowed down by another ruthless creature of the wasteland, just as she was being devoured by the Deathclaw. "Did Nora end up like this too…?" she panted.
 
 
But Piper was at the end of her rope; her legs shook and trembled before suddenly giving in. The Deathclaws' teeth clamped shut, bathing Piper in darkness. With a resounding gulp, her butt slid into the esophagus, the tongue behind her took one last curious lick of her tenderized thighs and weary calves before they too were sucked down into the depths. "Please, be safe, Nora," she murmured as darkness closed in around her, her words fading into the abyss.
 
 
As her feet disappeared into the throat, Piper's face met an opening on the other side, slowly sliding into a more open space. Immediately, her shoulders were met with a wall of flesh, followed by her back. The relentless contractions persisted, forcing her body to stretch the walls around her. Her lower half emerged with a soft plop, gently smacking against the interior of the stomach. Piper's form curled into a tight ball as her knees pressed against her chest, her breasts pushed uncomfortably against her face. Eventually, her feet escaped, leaving her completely trapped within the deathclaw. "I'm... I'm inside this... thing's stomach," she gasped, her words trembling as the relentless contractions continued to compress her already constrained body. "Can't... breathe... gotta get out... somehow."
 
 
The space was hot, cramped, and constricting, with pulsating flesh closing in on all sides, leaving no room for air. The muscular walls contracted and squeezed around her, cradling her in a relentless grip. Despite the darkness and the constant sounds of digestion, Piper remained aware of what was happening outside the stomach. She felt a clawed hand briefly rest against her, offering momentary support before withdrawing. The organ she resided in shifted left and right, causing her body to slide slightly against the moistened walls as the deathclaw attempted to move with a belly full of live prey.
 
 
Outside, Piper's voluptuous hips hung suspended from the scaled skin of the lizard's belly. Her thighs were tightly compressed as she swung heavily from side to side. Occasionally, a small hand would press against its confines, only to be forced back in by the stomach's undulating walls, accompanied by Piper's subdued expressions of frustration.
 
 
The massive reptile continued its journey southward, venturing deeper into the wild and uncharted territory. Every few minutes, its belly would contract, forcing Piper into an even tighter ball as the skin around her stretched taut, gradually flattening the deathclaw's belly. Only the slight bulges in the small of Piper's back, where her compressed yet plump and meaty butt resided, remained as evidence of her presence within.
 
 
Inside the creature's stomach, Piper felt the onset of its digestive processes. Her tender thighs, voluptuous rear, and modest bosom were firmly and tightly encased within the stomach, subject to the kneading and churning motions as digestive enzymes streamed in from the walls. The warm liquid pooled beneath her, sloshing about and occasionally splashing against her body as the deathclaw awkwardly moved from one clawed foot to the other. Trapped in her current position, curled into a fetal position on her back, Piper had no choice but to endure the dark, humid interior. "This is... unbearable," her voice strained and weary. The sounds of digestion and the creature's erratic movements seemed to drown out her feeble protests.
 
 
Time seemed to blur inside the stomach's confines, with no way to gauge its passage. She occupied herself by brainstorming escape plans, imagining various ways to break free from her fleshy prison and reunite with Nora. Piper's desperate words echoed within the constricting darkness, "I… I can't give up, I won't give up. Nora, I'm coming for you." These thoughts occupied her mind between the sounds of digestion and the deafening thud of the creature's heartbeat just above her.
 
 
After a while, the Deathclaw stumbled upon a small clearing within the foggy marsh. Inside a partially destroyed concrete military bunker, it found a simple bed made of twigs and bright red leaves, alongside a collection of bones that could have belonged to various wasteland creatures. Using its claw, the creature gently inspected its meal, lifting its stomach and Piper with its arm and then letting her drop back within its belly. Piper's body, soaked with digestive fluids, sloshed and bobbed inside, and she let out a muffled moan of protest.
 
 
Piper, panting and weary, muttered between strained breaths, "Blue... I can't give up... I won't. I'll find you. Just need to rest for a moment..." Her voice was a mix of exhaustion and determination, her eyelids heavy as she tried to cling to her will to rescue her friend. The relentless pressure of the stomach's walls weighed down on her, making every word a struggle. Her thoughts were filled with her friend's tender face, her short black hair, her tight blue jumpsuit and the plump and swollen proportions they struggled to contain. Her voice grew sleepier, softer, as she whispered, "Just a little nap... Then I'll find you, Blue. Don't you worry," before she finally drifted into slumber within the Deathclaw's belly, the creature's powerful muscles continuing their rhythmic contractions, digesting her slowly but relentlessly.
 
 
As the day waned, the Deathclaw began to experience an odd sensation building up within its stomach, a pressure that crept up its throat. With an almost questioning tilt of its head, it emitted a deep bark, followed by a low rumble. The creature regurgitated and expelled a weathered leather press cap, slimy and soaked in digestive juices, which landed with a wet slap on the floor before it.
 
 
Finally settling within the Deathclaw's stomach as it nestled within its makeshift den. The creature allowed its powerful digestive system to take control, readily embracing the challenge of breaking down Piper's soft, curled-up form. The air was filled with an unsettling lullaby of gurgling digestion and Piper's restless musings as the Deathclaw, too, surrendered to its own slumber. While the beast slumbered, its prey continued to weave various escape plans, even in her dreams. The creature's potent muscles contracted and relaxed in a rhythmic pattern as the digestive process relentlessly worked its magic, slowly but surely breaking down the tenacious journalist who had embarked on a doomed quest to uncover her friend's fate.
 
 
Just beyond the deathclaw's lair, across the desolate and debris-strewn terrain, atop a small hill, a colossal green behemoth continued its relentless march. With its club firmly gripped in hand, the creature's massive, swollen belly sloshed with each deliberate step. From time to time, a pair of large breasts, nestled upon the protruding pregnant mound, revealed themselves through the skin, pressing gently against the stomach's lining. Amidst the creature's grumbles and gurgles, a faint, persistent moaning resonated from the depths of the belly. Deep within the Deathclaw, Piper was ironically so close, yet so far from discovering the fate of her friend.