Nick walked through the zoo, humming quietly to himself. The graveyard shift always seemed so dull! He was now taking the initiative to look for something to do. He figured he'd start at the back of the zoo where the reptiles were stationed. The iguana's, frogs and snakes seemed fine. Now, for the gators. He went up to the cage, looking in and counting the animals. "One...two...three......? Three? There should be four. Hmm..."
Ah there she is… her color blends in so well with the foliage in her enclosure, you didn’t see her. Jasma is one of the largest crocodiles in captivity, measuring nearly 20 feet from toothy snout to armored tail. She’s lying on the side of the enclosure away from the others (they tend to keep their distance). Her protective eyelid slides back to reveal one golden eye, which watches you. The eye focuses on you and lingers, seeming to recognize you. She gives a slight hiss of hunger, but otherwise makes no move. She’d been asleep, and the coolness of the evening has put her into a low-energy state.
He saw you, his eyes widening a bit. He was always taken back by your size. It truly was a remarkable sight! He heard your hiss of hunger, taking note on it. Slowly, he crept closer, examining your body. You did indeed seem a bit thinner than normal. He was a bit thankful you hadn't gulped down the other crocs in the cage! He had an idea and quickly acted upon it. He runs out of the enclosure to a nearby freezer. In there, there were buckets of meat prepared for tomorrow’s meal. After checking his watch, he concluded it was already tomorrow, so he grabbed one and went back in, closing the door behind him. He had a key, so it was okay. Slowly, he approached the giant croc, not wanting to alarm you. He even held some meat in his hand to show you what he brought.
Jasma eyes you sleepily. Although her arrays of backward-curving teeth are a horror of saurian predation, you’ve never seen her actually bite anything with them. Perhaps this is because everything you’ve ever seen fed to her was small enough not to need any tearing or chewing. Indeed, she’s so gentle with her food as to be almost fearless of any of the others trying to steal it away. It’s almost like she savors each bite.
Jasma sees the meat you’ve brought her, lifts her head a little, and turns it slowly toward you. Her great jaws open slightly, revealing her yellow-red tongue behind those bar-like fangs. She begins to drool a little and hisses again softly, the cool breath caressing your forearm. As expected, her breath isn’t exactly sweet: it’s the odors of a carnivore diet – one of the most ancient predatory reptiles to ever walk the Earth. And your offering of meat is about to add more decay to that fetid maw! But you know she loves this raw, dripping stuff; it’s what she craves.
He smiles a bit, clearly very happy to see you as gentle as ever. He watches your maw open and is frozen in spot for a few seconds by the sight. It was hypnotizing...almost inviting. He quickly shook the feeling off and tossed a nice lump of dripping meat into your maw. He quickly grabbed two more large chunks and threw those in. He didn't seem to mind your breath that much and was clearly more focused on making sure you were fed just fine. He watched you handle the pieces of meat while inspecting your maw. His eyes slowly traveled up your body, seeing your immense size and your large belly. He shudders at the thought of what goes on in there and immediately goes back to watching your maw work on the pieces of meat, having more ready when you finish.
Most of your co-workers would think you’re crazy feeding such a large croc by hand. But this one’s always been so docile; she’s never seemed like much of a threat to you. As you drop the raw flesh into her mouth, she slides it around inside for a while, working it over with her tongue to get it nice and gooey with her brand of reptilian drool. Even in her hungry state, this is a languid affair (unlike the other crocs that just tend to bolt it down greedily). When good and ready, she tilts her head up slightly and darts it forward, the palatial valve at the back of her maw sliding down to allow the meat access to her gullet. With movement of head and tongue, she guides the food deeper in, swallowing it lazily.
Her mouth is now awash in drool and meat residue. She makes no effort to sweep all the small pieces into her throat… that can wait until later. Now she steps forward lazily, turning her head and gaping open lazily for you, her jaws brushing gently against your arms and shins. It’s such a smooth, relaxed movement that it’s clear she trusts you completely.
He stared into the giant maw as you played with your food. The movements of your tongue were so...enticing. He smiled as you brushed against his arm and shins. He was flattered, really. He'd seen you keep your distance from other trainers before, but never him. He suddenly had another idea. The man put the large bucket down and, after plopping three more nice fleshy pieces of meat into your open maw, he got down onto his knees to watch the show from a better point of view. The large tongue you had was soooo inviting. He almost wanted to reach out and rub it as it sloshed around the meat. "Mmm...Why are you always so nice to me, hmm?" He chuckled, knowing he wouldn't get a response but still enjoying the thought of conversing. It was relaxing, really, and it made him trust you a bit more.
Jas doesn’t seem to mind that you’re watching her. It’s fortunate that she makes such a clear distinction between her food and you. Her huge saurian jaws are now easily close enough to snare you, which would be devastating due to a croc’s legendary bite pressure. But her interest seems exclusively to be in the squishy chunks of meat you feed her.
Inside the gradually warming chasm of her maw, you see her oily tongue slide around the meat like and anaconda embracing its prey. The overall shape of her mouth guides her food deeper in at the slightest tilt of her head. With jaws still agape, she tilts her head up, allowing the gobs of flesh to slide over drool-soaked tooth and tongue, past an open palatial valve and into her pharynx, where she just lets it sit for a little, pulling down her scaled jowl a little. From the open pit of her throat come stronger smell of her carnivore diet and digestion. Now one golden eye is staring at you, as if pondering your unusual interest tonight.
Without yet having swallowed the meat, she gapes again and turns toward you. But in your position, the upper jaw is almost above you, the smells of her maw are stronger. And by now, you're probably out of food for her.
He's thankful for the front row and actually still a bit shocked that you haven't attacked him. If he made it this far, he assumes he's fine for a good while unless he starts harassing you. His eyes constantly remain on the sharp teeth you have, making sure he doesn't get near them.
He's very happy to feel a bit of warmth coming from your maw. "This means you'll get a bit of your energy back, Jasma!" He watched in fascination as the tongue slid and slopped around the meat. "Mmmm...Such a big, slimy tongue." He closed his eyes for a few moments as he felt a wave of crocodile breath hit him. It was incredibly gross and almost unbearable, but it only seemed to enhance his crave to get closer. Suddenly, he took off his upper clothes, tossing them aside. Using the last piece of meat he had, he reached in and placed it on your tongue. But...he started rubbing against the tongue afterwards, taking note of just how nice it is to feel.
The huge tongue undulates against the meat, its bumpy surface seeming to soak in the flavor. Now the big croc turns her head toward you further, her lower jaw leaning against your thighs as her upper jaw arches over and around your head and back. At this point your co-workers would probably have you committed. Nevertheless, Jas’s gentleness is unwavering: although you’re clearly fully within her bite radius, her teeth don’t touch you.
Now she puts on a little show, languidly swallowing the drool-soaked meat in her pharynx: her throat opens very wide and the red flesh and drool just slides away out of view with a squishy gulp. Her fleshy palatial valve – sort of an extension of her tongue at the back – slides back up into place automatically, sealing the food inside her as it’s pulled deeper.
The carnivorous odors in her maw are now all-surrounding. There's no doubt at all that you're nearly inside the mouth of this gigantic reptile. As a pure experiment in measuring, you estimate the size of Jas’s maw. Although your body could easily fit inside her maw when it’s opened, you’re not so sure about it when it’s closed. It could be a tight fit. But given Jas’s gentle tendency never to use her teeth, you suspect that even if you can’t fit, she’d just leave her jaws slightly open. That might be a good thing to keep some fresh air flowing in, not to mention keeping an eye on the outside world.
The man smiles as he watches your maw work. It truly was amazing and breath-taking. Part of the breath-taking was the smell, though. But he disregarded that for now. He simply sat and watched the show, following the poor piece of meat back into the throat all the way until it disappeared. The sight was too much. He had to inspect it closer. Besides, it sure did look like you wanted more food!
He stood up slowly so as not to alarm you. He decided he couldn't do it with clothes on so that he didn't hurt you. So, he quickly dropped his pants and stepped out of his shoes and socks. He managed to stay on the clothes, so he wasn’t getting himself dirty for you. He then kneeled down again, inspecting the maw some. He ran a hand over your tongue, murring softly at the texture. He put another hand in, rubbing the tongue down a bit.
The surface of the great croc’s tongue is slimy and bumpy with her taste buds. It also has little strands of meat and mucus here and there because she hasn’t bothered to sweep it out, thinking you might have more food for her. The animal’s golden eyes watch you calmly, and she holds her jaws agape for you. By now, her metabolism is starting to speed up a little, sensing the arrival of food in her stomach. This has warmed up her breath and tongue a little, making it even stronger with the stench of decay. Also, no one brushes this animal’s tongue or teeth, so they’re pretty much in the state they would be in the wild. Now her tongue begins to respond to your rubbing, pressing back up against your hands and undulating. She tilts her jaws around you a bit more as though she enjoys this massage and would like more of it.
Nick is worried at first. He hopes you don't mistake him for food! But as he feels your reaction to his rubbing, he calms down a bit. The stench of animal breath makes him wrinkle his nose. It almost gets him to back away entirely, but he sees that you're enjoying what he is doing. He forces himself to stay. At first, he's afraid when you start to move your giant maw towards him. After a few seconds, he realizes what you want. If he were to go deeper in, he'd practically shove his head into your throat. After a few seconds, he wouldn't be able to do that without taking a bit of massaging away because of the angle. After thinking for a moment, he realizes he might have to climb in to give you what you want.
To confirm your suspicions, the great jaws slide forward a little so that you’re hovering farther back above her tongue. A few teeth brush along your naked back lightly and ticklishly, but they’re quickly pulled away, confirming the big reptile’s gentle intentions. She clearly doesn’t want to touch you with her jaws, knowing that even slight pressure could damage you – especially since you’re now naked before her – something she’s never seen a human do before.
The warmth of her breath guards you against the chilly air, surrounding you in her presence. If park visitors were watching, they might think this a remarkable spectacle of trust between man and beast… more amazing than any lion-tamer.
As amazing as it currently appeared, it didn't even compare to what the keeper did next. He...lifted his leg and, after turning around, started climbing backwards into the gaping maw. First one foot was in, then the next. His feet and lower legs slid against the drool covered tongue a bit. "Mmm...I’m not food, okay? I'm just trying to give you a nice massage." He slid in a bit, letting his full weight go into the maw. Though he shivered a few times while outside your maw, the warm air coming from your lungs and throat did indeed help him out. He smiled at the comfort, relaxing a bit more. Using his hands again, he'd start massaging different areas of your maw, making sure you were comfortable and relaxed.
Jas remains calm as you climb aboard her saurian maw. Soon you’re entirely within her boat-like jaws, with upper teeth hanging down like stalactites, each one curving carnivorously back toward her throat (which is fortunately closed at the moment). Her muscled tongue is warm and slimy against your bare flesh, and you can’t help but get a little of her food on you, not to mention copious amounts of her sticky saliva. But nothing a good shower can’t fix later!
By now, you imagine that the sensors in the pebbled surface of her slimy tongue must have tasted your skin. From the way her tongue responds to you, it’s clear that she likes your flavor. Although you’re not sure that that’s a good thing, perhaps there’s no harm in giving her a little pleasure (as long as she keeps her instincts in check!)
He is surprised to see how calm you are. At the very least he expected some protests because he was so heavy, but you seem strong enough to hold him. He looked up and around himself, enjoying the view of the world from inside your maw. Though it smelled horribly strong of swamp breath, carnivore breath, and now freshly digesting and decaying meat, he didn't seem to mind that much. It made him wrinkle his nose a bit, but so long as he wasn't churning in that gut of yours with the meat, he'd be happy!
After relaxing a bit and taking in the whole idea of being inside your maw, he realizes he came in for a reason. He feels your bumpy, slimy tongue underneath him and smiles happy, rubbing his hands against it with care. He starts sliding himself about, rubbing his legs back and forth so he can give you a nice flavor to enjoy.
Tasting your body and feeling your sensuous movements in her drooling mouth, the massive croc hisses in pleasure. She seems to love having such a large animal in her jaws – especially one as nice and warm as you are. The warm air of her breath and hissing vocalizations wafts up around you, immersing you in her affection.
Unfortunately, although Jas has always made a distinction between you and her food, having the fleshy weight of your body in her maw begins to awaken her instincts. She still has a great fondness for you; but in the mind of a reptile, there’s no connection between swallowing something and killing it. It would never occur to her that being ingested by an aquatic carnivore would be dangerous for you (to say the least). All she knows is that hunger tugs at her consciousness, and she wants to feel you inside her.
Abruptly, the great jaws scissor down around you until they’re almost sealed. Pressure from her palate above and tongue below force your body to conform to the contours of her mouth as she presses her jaws closed, trapping you in hot darkness. The whoosh of her breathing reverberates around you. A distant part of your mind notes that your earlier estimates of her maw size were a little off, because clearly she’s able to hold you entirely inside without crushing you (though you do feel pressure against nearly every joint, and breathing is difficult). Despite the dire circumstances now, another plus is that the warmth of her body soaks into your skin, dispelling the last traces of the chill you’d felt from being naked in the outside air.
The feel of your maw around him is so relaxing. He closes his eyes and simply continues to enjoy the feel of your flesh around him. He doesn't seem to mind the feel of meat chunks clinging to his body, nor does he mind the odd sensations of a crocodiles tongue slurping around his form. Overall, he seems to like his current position.
He isn't prepared at all for the sudden closing of your maw. You take him completely off guard. He feels himself suddenly compressed into a tight spot. When he opens his eyes, he sees the inside of your mouth...almost completely black. "Err...what the..." He doesn't panic. One thing he learned when dealing with animals is never to panic. He gently pushes against the top of your mouth. He concludes you're keeping him inside by force and he is well aware of the power in your jaws. He doesn't even bother to squirm beyond that. There is obviously a good explanation for all this.
While he waits to find out why you just snapped your jaws shut around him, he starts to relax in the consuming warmth that carries out into your maw. Though the stench is becoming more powerful and harder to put up with, he still remains calm inside of you. The taste of the man coated your tongue with incredible flavors. He was irresistible!
The tongue surges beneath you a little to lock you in place, tasting your bare flesh, bending your body a little here and there as though discovering where your joints are and how your body is meant to flex. She’s apparently never had such an opportunity, especially so kindly-provided, to study a human so intimately!
You feel a little jolt as the big croc hoists you up, apparently having lifted her skull off the ground. She’s stronger than you realized, being able to lift you with little effort. Your foul prison of bone and tongue now shifts and sways a little as Jas apparently steps forward, turning and sliding her great bulk in a crocodile’s distinctive twisting gait. Soon you feel a little cool wetness as water begins to leak between her teeth (you recall someone saying a croc’s maw isn’t watertight, which explains the seal of the palatial valve). Apparently Jas has entered the small pond in her enclosure! Fortunately the water isn’t too deep here, and you’re able to keep breathing despite the slight leakage of swampy water into the reptile’s sultry maw. Now you begin to sway a little as Jas deploys her powerful tail to swim deeper out into the center of the pond, submerging a little more, but keeping you locked in her jaws, warm and cozy.
Nick grunts in discomfort as he's compressed and squeezed by your powerful jaws. If he'd known this was possible, he definitely wouldn't have tried it! But...he still trusts his captor a lot. He feels you will not harm him. In fact, his feelings are clarified as he feels you start to move around a bit. Most crocodiles would simply gulp and go. He now knows you're definitely not going to eat him, so he tries to enjoy himself a bit. He murrs softly as your tongue starts caressing his body. His taste is incredible when you get near his crotch, but for the most part his flavor is delicious.
Suddenly, he feels the mildly cool water leak in a bit. He realizes you're under water and panics slight until he realizes the maw won't flood. So, he merely has to put up with the fact that the swampy water just added another gross stench to your breath. This made breathing difficult, but since he was already compressed inside the maw, it didn't make a big difference.
You feel a slimy fold of flesh slide down past your sensitive feet. To make sense of this, you recall your earlier voyeurism of the great croc’s eating habits: apparently Jas has opened her palatial valve! Although that’s not a good sign, everything about the predator’s treatment of you is still so gentle and calming.
Now you feel your body tilt up a little as Jas apparently raises her head at a slight incline, the same feeding behavior you saw earlier! The reptile’s powerful tongue presses the air out of your lungs, forcing your body backward by about one foot so that your shins and feet enter her pharynx behind her tongue. Now the pressure eases off a little, so perhaps she was just repositioning you for her comfort. However, against the soles of your feet you can now feel the exposed slimy texture at the back of her maw, which feels like a warm oyster, shaped like a sphincter or iris. This could only be the entrance to her gullet!
The crocodile’s brain still has no problem holding two contradictory thoughts simultaneously: her affection for you, and the fact that she feels the weight of a prey animal in her mouth! Unfortunately, even if you were to press with all your might, you couldn’t budge the crocodile’s jaws even an inch, even though she’s barely making an effort to keep them closed.
The zoo keeper's eyes widen a bit as he feels something down by his feet. It takes him a few seconds to realize this is the flap that leads to the gullet and the throat. He starts to grow nervous, thinking he was about to get shoved into the pulsing throat as your next dinner. Since the maw was so tight, he wasn't able to squirm that much. Finally, he feels it. Gravity shifts as your head tilts back a bit and he slides down slightly into your gullet. Instantly, he tries squirming. Even with the extra room, he can't do much. He tries forcing your jaws open from the inside, but of course it fails. He feels his feet and shins go into the gullet flesh. He tries reaching around your bumpy tongue so he can grab onto it and stop his descent into your body!
His hands press through the thin flesh in between your jaw bones. If someone was watching, they'd see hand prints press out against the bottom of her jaw and gullet, clear signs from a man that is trying to escape inside. He wasn't completely convinced you were going to swallow him so naturally he would hope you wouldn't.
Jasma feels your struggles and hisses in pleasure, blasting you with her breath from the inside. If anyone were watching from outside the enclosure, all they’d see exposed above the murky pond’s surface is the eyes, nostrils, and raised ridge of scales of Jas’s mammoth tail as she swims lazily. They’d have no idea of what was going on in her sultry maw – that inside she had such a large payload in her mouth – much less a living payload – much less a person!
However, no one is watching – and even if they were, there is little they could do for you at this stage. Mercifully, it’s clear to you on the inside that Jasma is quite fond of you, for she treats you even more gently than the meat you fed her earlier. You feel yourself hoisted higher as the big animal tilts her jaws up a little more, raising them above the surface of the water to keep from ingesting too much water.
She works her jaws around you calmly but insistently, getting you thoroughly soaked in her sticky saliva. Her jaws and tongue are so powerful that although you can hold onto them somewhat, you’re still being forced inexorably backward into the slippery crocodile. Your feet and shins pass into the animal’s open gullet, which is very slimy with reptilian mucus and drool. A little light and cool air flows in as the great saurian jaws gape slightly, but before you can do anything the great head gives a flick. So expert is this movement at helping the crocodile feed that you quickly slip into her gullet up to your waist, before you try to pry yourself out. But by then it’s too late because the jaws seal shut once again, compressing you in the living foulness of her digestive tract, along with bits of the meat you fed her earlier.
The poor man is absolutely helpless deep inside your maw and gullet. He hears your hisses and is surprised. The fact that you’re enjoying this makes it even worse! He wrinkles his nose up again, trying not to breath in the foul air. Animal breath by itself isn't that bad, but combining it with swamp water, live food, and meat, it was almost unbearable.
The realization starts to kick in as he feels the large maw lift up once more. He was indeed going to be eaten by the crocodile unless he did something. The feel of your tongue on his body felt so good, though. The sensations were irresistible! He had to get out, but at the same time it was so nice being inside. The air is disgusting, but the feel of the tongue all over him is so pleasant.
He watched as your maw parted open a bit. Just as he was about to jump up for some freedom, he feels your maw gulp loudly around him along with a very strong neck and maw motion. “Aggh! Jas…what are you doing?! I…I’m not food. Please…don’t eat me!” He grunted and tried pushing against the maw. Obviously it didn’t work out just like the last few times he tried. His face is suddenly mashed into a small puddle of drool containing the meat he fed you earlier. Yuck!
Although she feels your struggling, Jasma still doesn’t perceive any danger to you. There simply isn’t any connection in her mind between swallowing someone and killing him. To her, you’ve simply offered your own body as an extra treat tonight, to help fill up her lean body. The fact that you’re struggling is actually a bit of a turn-on …like her cousins on the Nile, she’s finally getting to find out what it’s like to dine on live game!
Meanwhile, you get to experience the feeding behavior of a Nile crocodile first hand: she keeps her head tiled upward but continues to flick it gently. This movement is optimized by evolution and the shape of her body to use her prey’s own weight against it. Inside, everything is so warm and slimy that you’re drawn deeper and deeper by both her feeding behavior and the slimy walls of her gullet. The throat ripples and pulls until you feel your feet slip past her stomach entrance. You can even feel her heartbeat and pulse around you now, reverberating into your ribcage, but slower than your own racing heart.
He shakes his head in disbelief as he feels himself gulped down a bit further. The sensation of your gullet pulsing around him is absolutely disgusting and, for the most part, scaring the daylights out of him. He has no decent angle to struggle from. He feels your throaty gulps as you try forcing him into your gullet. He presses out against the tight walls, only to feel your muscles force him back in. He tries climbing back up that great throat of yours, to no avail. His grip on your tongue starts to slip and, given a few more gulps, he'd let go completely. "Jas...Please! Don't do this! I'm not food!" He pouts quietly as he's forced deeper, feeling the disgusting smelling slobber bath him more. He feels his feet enter your stomach which frightens him even more!
You protests do nothing to stop the feeding crocodile. Perversely, they seem to encourage her! It’s almost as though your struggles amplify her instincts, reinforcing the concept that if something acts like prey, it must be!
Now the great reptile apparently decides it’s time to get to know you a little better. As she gives a mighty swallow, her tongue rises up against your arms and head, pushing them down past the palatal valve. In the sheer sliminess of the drool-soaked esophagus, your grasping fingers find nothing to hold onto. Just before you’re sucked down completely, you feel the slick palatal valve slide back into place above, locking you into her gullet.
Here some of Jas’s characteristic gentleness ends. Apparently her digestive tract at this stage isn’t much under her control, for her gullet constricts you with lung-crushing force, driving the air out of you and driving your body downward and deeper into her. You feel your legs spilling out past her sphincter and into her stomach. Soon the rest of you is forced inside too, which is a relief because now at least you can take a breath. But you wish you hadn’t: the air here is 10 times fouler than her swampy, fetid maw! Even assuming it’s breathable, it might not be for long.
What’s worse, lacking much of a healthcare plan, Jasma’s gut is infested with worm-like parasites. Even now, some of them are absorbing nutrients from the digesting chunks of meat that you thoughtfully fed her earlier. You’re immersed in the tight embrace of the gut, intimately getting to know both the parasites and the chunks of her meal. In fairness, most of these parasites aren’t too harmful since crocodiles have been living with them for millions of years.
Fortunately for you, the crocodile’s stomach has grown lazy over the years, having been accustomed to receiving pre-butchered meat. Her gut wasn’t really expecting an entire animal to arrive – especially a living one as large as you. On the downside, your body lacks a protective coating of olive oil like the arm of the man you saw retrieve the data logger from a croc’s stomach. What’s worse, his arm was in her sedated stomach less than a minute. Your stay is likely to be much longer, especially since Jasma has clearly decided that you’re part of her diet now.
He feels his grip finally release entirely against the powerful crocodile. All this time he was thinking of you as a possible friend. He thought of you as simply a very friendly animal. He didn't even come close to describing what this animal is like. Outside, you're a bit bumpy and rough, but overall very calm and gentle. As he felt the strong muscles start pulling him into your throat, he realized his assumptions were very wrong.
With what little light he has, he can only look up and watch as the throat flap closes. His last connection with the outside world just shut in his face. He tries grabbing onto something, anything, in order to slow down his sliding process. Nothing works and your gullet doesn't seem keen on helping him out. He feels the lung crushing squeezes from you and, as crazy as this might sound, wants nothing more than to get out of the gullet before he's permanently injured. He gets his wish. He feels himself slide into your churning gut.
Instantly, he breaks into a coughing and gagging fit. The stench in here is unbearable. He regrets feeding you that meat. Well, he regrets coming in here, but now he definitely regrets feeding you at all. He can barely breathe without his throat burning from the disgusting stench. Instantly, he starts squirming about, pressing out against the slick, pulsing walls. He feels a sudden pile of slimy worms fall on top of him and a bit of the meat as well.
Now officially eaten, you have no say at all as to where the crocodile takes you. Inside the warm sourness of the steamy stomach, you feel a bit of swaying as the crocodile’s tail drives you around in the pond. Then a bit of sandy scraping as Jasma apparently beaches herself. Now there’s a bit of lifting and shuddering as your crocodile captor steps out of the water and slinks over to her usual sleeping spot, away from the other crocs, where you found her earlier.
You feel slimy fluids seeping down around your body. You fancy you can even feel some of the meat digesting and dissolving, since it has been here longer. There’s even a bit of suction at your feet as the crocodile’s digestive tract automatically sucks little bits of chyme deeper into the beast.
Contented, Jasma settles her well-fed bulk down on the ground near your discarded clothes. She looks forward to her next feeding from you, not realizing that Houdini acts aren’t part of your repertoire.
The poor guy tires out pretty quickly. Fighting against an incredibly strong crocodile whose stomach muscles are constantly contracting and massaging his form is definitely not a good idea. He pushes out against the walls, only to be pushed back in again. He feels the disgusting stomach contents start to slosh around, bathing him in a pool of who knows what. He feels you walking around, surprised to feel that you moved on so easily. He doesn’t understand how someone could go from so gentle to so voracious!
Nick simply lies inside your churning, steaming gut. He knew there was no way out of your prison. As he lay there, he heard you relax. He knew you were going to sleep so you could digest him faster. No matter how hard he seemed to struggle, it didn’t have an effect on your sleeping habits.