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🦊 Furry Furry Art Freak Show - From ungodly eyesores to nauseating masterpieces
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Sir this is a dick nipple thread. This is all mundane, hell, even uplifting.
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The last one is kinda cute ngl.
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No. They confirmed the teacher was gay and he got married
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So I looked up my favourite Pokemon. I'm drinking something strong now.
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So I looked up my favourite Pokemon. I'm drinking something strong now.
I hate that I knew instinctively upon seeing the first image that this would be related specifically to cock vore.
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Sometimes when I see weird shit like this, you know there's gonna be that one person in the comments trying to correct an obviously exaggerated fantasy scenario with anatomical info.
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This one randomly caught my eye because the art style seems VERY similar to one of the 2020 Disney+ shorts. Really wonder if it's the same guy or just coincidence.
The short in question: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apx1aUP3MqA
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The last one also has a stomach face. Nipple eyes
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I downloaded this eye-gouging horror so you wouldn't have to.
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“Go to the woodland! Have fun going back to nature! I'm Emily and my ideas are great,” said Jonathon , rolling his eyes. It had been a little while now since he had started back and still no sign of those familiar neon coloured tents. The urge to bring up the phone for GPS purposes were tempered by such an action reminding him of what had just happened to it. The endless extent of foliage in front of him seemed to blur with no real path providing any sense of familiarity. Features seemed to pop out in his mind which he could have sworn were mental landmarks yet seemed to hover in just enough uncertainty as to make such reliance upon them questionable. Below was the disgusting mass of dirtied ground where spots of white mushrooms, random foliage and green tinted roots all lay there as if natural barriers to constantly slow him at best or to be a giant tripping hazard at worst.
“If Emily goes on about those wolf tracks again then I swear...' Jonathon mumbled. “Oh no, it's safe! Wolves don't hurt anyone! It's been proven!” he said with a strained nasally voice. The departure tomorrow morning couldn't have come faster and simultaneously, couldn't feel so distant. After what seemed like an eternity, his blue eyes caught the sight of a set of neon coloured tents ahead. His mind mentally played the incessant questions that'd he'd be bombarded with form Emily and Ryan. All the jokes about finding his way back or being asked about how 'beautiful the dawn was' would have to be weathered.
“OK, I'm back!” He shouted as he closed upon the campsite. They'd probably be still in bed, but if he had to suffer then they would too. Hell, he had suffered enough being dragged into a smelly woodland. Stepping closer toward the tents however, his eyes caught a glance of something; a blur of grey and silver. Jonathon narrowed his eyes as he pulled his head closer toward the neon pink tent which the strange image had vanished behind. “What's going on here?” he muttered as he stepped closer, leaning down. Grabbing the zip, Jonathon yanked it down and let out a sharp gasp.
A pair of amber eyes gazed back toward him with a pair of triangular ears facing forward, while below them lay a broad silver muzzle with a black nose at the tip. Jonathon froze up as if suddenly petrified. “Oh my god…” he said as his eyes gazed down upon a large arm which stuck out below that snout, causing it to bulge out at the sides. In any other situation the lecture about wolves being harmless would have been met with sarcastic remarks yet the sheer sight of this display stole such snide words away. The lupine creature stood there in front of the open rear of the tent with a rotund belly which hung down and swayed slightly with any movement. Above that, the neck was pushed outward too, occasionally moving..
The sound of gentle wind gusts or the now constant tweeting of birds seemed to sink away as opposed to ominous gastric groans coupled with cries, muffled into indistinguishableness by fur and flesh. The engorged lupine suddenly lurched forward and jumped up, planted both large forepaws upon Jonathon's shoulders and shoved him backward upon the ground, that belly behind them sloshing loudly. Flung back against the flat forest floor, Jonathon attempted to pick himself back up only to find those forepaws weighing down upon his grey jacket. Gazing up, Jonathon was treated to a view of that protruding arm being yanked in farther by the wolf, leaving only the wrist and hand itself remaining.
That broad black snout twitched constantly as the lupine gazed up and down Jonathon, whose heart was now racing. He reached a hand down and slowly padded over his pockets with a distinct lack of a familiar shape causing a shiver to flow down his spine. “Oh no, don't tell me the knife…” he said, gazing over to his blue tent nearby. To his right he could hear a rustling and a soft panting which got louder until a moment later another pair of black noses snuffled over him. Privacy was not something considered as these new noses casually poked over him from his head down to his chest and then to his crotch and legs. The sight of additional snouts only served to pump more nervousness into himself.
A loud wheeze was forced out of Jonathon's mouth as the initial lupine now moved those forepaws over his chest, leaving dirtied paw-prints upon his jacket. Gazing over, Jonathon could see fattened wolf parallel to himself. A raised hindleg spawned panicked imagery of being urinated on which, admittedly, was a fate that seemed to pale in comparison to being swallowed whole. Instead that hindleg came down upon his chest, once again forcing a stream of breath from his lungs. That engorged belly lingered over his head with an occasional groan emanating from it.
Confusion stirred in Jonathon's mind for a moment as the wolf stood upon him with its other hindleg. Was it simply inspecting him? Surely it'd be too full by now to take someone else in? Right? Suddenly that lighter toned fur descended upon him while that large bushy tail curled upward. Jonathon was only able to let out a brief curse before his head vanished underneath that plump, fuzzy posterior.
Jonathon was a man rendered seemingly headless by the rear end of a rather plump wolf who had a group of fingers poking out of its muzzle, a strange sight indeed. Jonathon's sight, meanwhile, was one of warm darkness as he felt those haunches cupped around his head with the tip of his nose pushing against something suspiciously hot and un-furred. Every breath rapidly became akin to one breathing against a duvet while a mix of lupine scent and earthiness filled his nostrils. The weight upon him kept him planted firmly to the ground. With the hands brought around to push those haunches upward only seemingly lifting the wolf slightly. The tail itself curled around his head and seemed to complete this rearward envelopment. The world seemed drowned out as if Jonathon had been shoved beneath water. However the sound of further muffled cries and constant gastric groans and glorps could still be clearly heard as if a horrible reminder of what was going on inside. The pressing weight seemed to distribute downward across his body with those large blunt claws resting on his navy blue shirt. There Jonathon lay there with mass of wolf upon him. Padding around with his hands, he could feel the bulge of the wolf's meal push outward from its flanks. A lump from the rotund sides would poke out against one of his hands causing Jonathon to lurch it away. The snuffling and pushing of the other wolves would serve to prod and lift up one of hands; the other wolves themselves being a strong deterrent to any violence upon the wolf atop of himself.
For what seemed like an eternity there was little to do but contemplate what was going on. Jonathon would shift a little, ensuring his nose didn't press against the wrong spot or simply to move his numb legs, but beyond that there was nothing but the gurgles from above with the occasional whining or panting to break up the gastric cacophony. The only other sound would be several loud gulps preceding a low, rumbling belch. Jonathon's eyes had seen one of his friends (probably Emily) get devoured whole, yet such an image didn't feel right in his mind. It was something akin to what one would witness within a strange dream where the laws of reality were bent to serve the odd imagery that the mind projected. It felt fake yet he was hearing the gastric aftermath of such an unbelievable incident.
A flash of white fur was suddenly overtaken by overwhelming light, forcing him to squint while that heavy weight was brought off of him. Lifting his hand over his head, he rapidly leaned upward, sending a mass of white and grey hairs slowly ascending from his clothing. This was his chance! He probably wouldn't get another one! Pushing himself upward with his other hand he stood up only to feel the unresponsive weight below his knees. They tingled yet otherwise almost seemed locked up. He fell once again with another curse before collapsing down into a kneel with his hands taking a fresh coating of mud that lay upon the ground. Looking upward, he was treated to a long lupine face with a full set of slightly yellowed jaws on display which naturally came with panting. This new wolf, more tawny in appearance compared to the last, looked at him with its own silvery eyes, and between the look given and those teeth shown off it did not take much to fill Jonathon's mind with what this new packmember’s intention was.
The new wolf's jaws widened outward to show off the interior of that maw in the morning light. For a split second, Jonathon was greeted to a full view which encompassed that black and pink palate along with the back of the throat. He lurched back as those jaws descended over his head, the sharp pinpricks of those fangs confirming Jonathon's fate. The soft tongue slid warm saliva under his chin while the lupine’s breath washed the stink of rotten meat over Jonathon, making him pull a face. Legs now having some feeling to them again, he attempted to pull away, yet the wolf swiftly loosened its grip and dived farther over him, causing more of his head to be yanked into that interior. A darkening, cavernous world was all he could view at this point before another rapid grab brought him farther into darkness, with only the shimmer of oozing drool and a mass of undulating pink flesh being visible.
Jonathon brought up his hands and attempted to push back at the front of the wolf's chest, yet it seemed to do little as the wolf swiftly grabbed over his head yet again. Those long teeth scraped over Jonathon as he attempted to tug his head downward; causing a small burst of pain. He could the feel the prodding of something against his back end, which was now sticking out in the air. “Someone, help, please!” shouted Jonathon as his own pushes had become outright thumping on the wolf, still to no avail.
His heart was in overdrive again as the unbelievable nature of this all became far too real. This was it, he was being eaten alive! Something out of ancient B-Movies and fairy tales was becoming a reality! Jonathon's next breath was a hoarse gasp as those sharp teeth wrapped around his neck, causing small pricks into the skin. Jonathon completely froze as he could feel the awful sharpness of those teeth grabbing over that delicate skin. Everything was pitch black now with an immense tightness around his head. The flesh around him undulated, pushing him downward a little bit each time. Jonathon could feel the weight upon his shoulders and all of a sudden he was jostled around, causing him to bump (in what limited fashion his engulfed head was capable of) around inside the wolf.
Those familiar pricks came around the sides of his shoulders; the jacket mitigated the sharp pain they brought, yet did nothing to stop that muzzle engulfing said shoulders. Jonathon could feel his arms pressed firmly against his body as they were progressively fed into the lupine, which was intent on gulping him down with seemingly little attention paid to how he may taste. Arms pressed firmly against himself ensured that his hands were unable to do much either.
In the midst of rapid thoughts Jonathon wondered what this must have looked like to anyone watching, the spectacle of a man halfway engulfed into a wolf being probably quite a sight. Images that one would see in a calendar chock full with cheeky photo-manipulated imagery, created for a brief chuckle. Only this was all real, which he was handily reminded of with his chest being pulled inward while his head was squeezed into ever tighter tubing. Every breath Jonathon took was hot and filled with the smell of what was probably a menagerie of woodland animals whose fate he was apparently sharing. The of sounds of agitated groans and rumbles seemed proof of this animal’s hunger as if its terrifying actions weren't already demonstrating that. Was the wolf even enjoying the feeling of fabric within its jaws and would it be even able to get them out of its system? Spiteful imagery of a dying wolf seemed a small distraction to the reality of his own peculiar demise, like something from a red topped tabloid...
Dirtied hands were met with wet flesh as they slid in and felt something warm prodding his fingers apart from each other, curling over the webbing in between and resting upon the knuckles, oozing warm saliva over them. His hands too slipped in with more of his torso and said limbs felt the pressure of what must have been the throat push them hard against his sides. Losing access to his hands was never good with the remaining option being random kicking but yet again, that was only in response to hateful fantasies of giving one of the other wolves a boot in the face. Inside he knew it'd only cause him to end up potentially imbalancing himself and slipping down. Besides, beyond the unreal horror of being swallowed whole was the rather more common horror of those sharp jaws being sunk into his flesh!
A feeling of intense pressure just above his groin summoned a flurry of panic before Jonathon realised he was slowly being lifted off of the ground. Around his head now was the constant rhythm of the wolf's heartbeat along with more glurps and gurgles. Suddenly his nose pressed against a new set of flesh which squeezed open around him and at that moment, an ill timed breath caused Jonathon to feel the contents of last night's picnic soar from his stomach and lump into his neck as if wishing to spurt out. The vile stench of what must've been almost every animal in the forest was intensified by the sheer heat which baked the odour into every hair in his nostrils. Around him the tightness lessened enough to allow him to be fed into this new chamber.
Back outside there was nothing but his legs, which were slowly hoisted up into the air. Another strike of panic caused a flurry of futile kicks into the air as Jonathon writhed his entire body, the thought of just allowing the rest of him to follow into this disgusting place was unacceptable. As he felt himself being curled over, he slammed his eyes shut a moment before more of that mysterious liquid coated his face. Each second passing was another portion of himself lost into the animal with only everything beyond ankles remaining. Two more abruptly applied pin pricks squashed down over his boots, proceeding a tugging motion and then a feeling of cool air against his socks.
“No, don't tell me,” said Jonathon right as he heard two heavy thuds.
Another snap left his toes dangling just beyond those teeth, wriggling helplessly as the wolf's lips rested against the fabric, spreading more saliva upon them. Jonathon felt his feet lift as something pulled his toes inward. Soon they slipped beyond as well, and with a hard gulp he felt them take that same path as the rest of himself. With every inch of himself fed into what was definitely the stomach, it forced a curled posture. All around him lay the feeling of warm liquid, plus the occasional hard spot which Jonathon hardly wished to guess about. It only seemed to take a moment before he was immersed in the stomach chamber which started to rapidly sway back and forth with the wolf's movement. That ominous liquid was kicked up to splash him while the world seemed to slide about as if he was in some sort of fairground ride. A rush of hot air preceded the walls of the stomach clutching upon him hard as a long belch could be heard outside. Jonathon felt disgust before a creeping thought set in. Didn't he need that to breathe? The wolf was hardly gulping in air after all! On top of that, wasn't he being surrounded in acids? Was he going to burn away? So many uncomfortable questions with relatively imminent answers.
Jonathon’s pondering about the nature of his doom was interrupted as everything seemed to tip over upon its side, causing him to be thrown downward with a splatter of acids upon himself. Whatever was the new 'floor' of this place ensured to push him upward. Most likely the wolf had laid upon its side. Now there was nothing but the constant movements of stomach folds over him combined with various groans and glurps around him. By now his body ached and everything became rather exhausting. It was hard to feel afraid or upset or even angry anymore, as if emotions themselves had taxed his already shortened energy. Just lying there in sodden clothes and breathing foul air, there was nothing he wanted to do more at this point then to rest. To close his eyes and let go of all this. Maybe this would all be a strange dream and he'd wake up to that previously unimpressive sunrise. It seemed far more beautiful after where he had gone now. Numbness crept in from parts of his body and with a routine of flickering eyes and stirred head movements he finally drifted off into a slumber. One he'd never wake from.
Had anyone eaten so well or had been so successful literally wolfing down in a group of people? It was a thought that lingered upon the lupine’s mind as he lay there with the collection of yellow and blue tents in front of himself. Gazing back, he could see his distended belly which could easily be heard groaning and gurgling as it dutifully worked upon his meal. With the sensation of being filled with the weight of the human, the old phrase of 'rest and digest' felt quite true here. Any real movement seemed to have inertia to it, with the swaying stomach tempting him off of his paws and back onto the soft ground.
The morning sun climbed into the sky to signify that the busy night was well and truly over with its crisp, cool air being replaced by dampness and warmth. The comforting scent of packmates, the lingering odour of the humans and the fine taste of one of them still residing in and around his maw; all of this made him feel absolutely content. His tawny belly rumbled and a pressure climbed up his throat, parting his jaws to let out a loud, extended belch which opened the eyes of his packmates lying nearby. Lifting his head, the tawny furred wolf sniffed the air to bring in more of that wonderful smell. After a moment or so he placed his head back down while his tongue curled over his muzzle to capture every little bit of that scent.
A spell of fluttering eyes and wide yawns lingered around the trio of stuffed wolves as sleep quickly claimed them all. Rest would be the main event of the day as their bodies set about processing their breakfast. All the while would be a constant spate of clumsy repositioning as the wolves clambered around each other, bellies wobbling and swaying. The beautiful routine of birdsong and rustling of wind would be joined with casual belches. Naturally, devouring an entire human would not be without its side effects and with more portly frames being a guarantee. Haunches would thicken and those back ends would grow and widen outward, wobbling a little on their own with any new movement. Broad bellies and bobbing back ends could present a problem in hunting, but it was unlikely that the pack would even need to hunt for a couple of weeks after this.
As late dusk crept in the wolves departed, leaving a trio of unoccupied tents which scavenging animals or other individuals could root around in. With the presence of fresh wolf tracks, maybe someone could work out what would have happened to their former owners yet, though few could ever believe the reality of it. Of course neither could Jonathon and his friends yet they were now, at best, a wordless swaying mass of furred belly or a thick shaking set of haunches. This trip’s draw had been about 'going back to nature' and for Jonathon and all of the other campers, they could've never imagined such a statement being so true....
===*DISPOSAL POST BELOW*===
Then again, they couldn't imagine much anymore. As the sun set and cast its golden light upon the woodland once more, the tawny pelted wolf padded to a secluded spot near a collection of bushes. He snuffled over it before turning around and squatting down with that thick tail arching upward. That pink pucker slowly distended outward as the lupine felt a solid pressure build up in his bowels. A second later a large brown log pushed its way outward, ensuring that the anus kept open before plopping down upon the ground with a soft thud. Another log followed and as it exited outward it broke in half, leaving the interior of the dropping on full display before that too fell upon the ground.
As another slid outward, it had a glint of white inside it and as it broke up it revealed a white bone which stuck up out of the growing mound like some sort of grotesque monument. More droppings contained theses bones which broke up the mass of brown but as this pile steadily grew, one could make out pulled, slender rags of fabric which seemed to be in and among some of the droppings; fabric rendered irrevocably damaged by the digestive process. Sometimes the tawny lupine (who spent this time casually looking around) would clench his teeth as something hard and painful would slide out of his colon with the feeling of that pain released being heavenly.
Anyone who'd be willing to gaze upon this growing mound would have noticed the strange appearance with off-coloured blues and greys being in and among chunks of white poking out in places, like strange gemstones in a mass of brown rock. The tightness and pressure that had built up in the lupine was now rapidly fading away and leaving nothing but relief until another, far larger object started to push its way out. With teeth gritted the wolf felt something press hard against his colon and then slowly squeeze through his anus. Slowly but surely a large white skull collapsed upon the pile before rolling off next to it. Gazing back, the wolf stood up and kicked dirt over the mound before happily trotting off again. For Jonathon and the other campers, the trip had been about 'going back to nature.’ It would be safe to assume that this was not the intended way of fulfilling that phrase.
“If Emily goes on about those wolf tracks again then I swear...' Jonathon mumbled. “Oh no, it's safe! Wolves don't hurt anyone! It's been proven!” he said with a strained nasally voice. The departure tomorrow morning couldn't have come faster and simultaneously, couldn't feel so distant. After what seemed like an eternity, his blue eyes caught the sight of a set of neon coloured tents ahead. His mind mentally played the incessant questions that'd he'd be bombarded with form Emily and Ryan. All the jokes about finding his way back or being asked about how 'beautiful the dawn was' would have to be weathered.
“OK, I'm back!” He shouted as he closed upon the campsite. They'd probably be still in bed, but if he had to suffer then they would too. Hell, he had suffered enough being dragged into a smelly woodland. Stepping closer toward the tents however, his eyes caught a glance of something; a blur of grey and silver. Jonathon narrowed his eyes as he pulled his head closer toward the neon pink tent which the strange image had vanished behind. “What's going on here?” he muttered as he stepped closer, leaning down. Grabbing the zip, Jonathon yanked it down and let out a sharp gasp.
A pair of amber eyes gazed back toward him with a pair of triangular ears facing forward, while below them lay a broad silver muzzle with a black nose at the tip. Jonathon froze up as if suddenly petrified. “Oh my god…” he said as his eyes gazed down upon a large arm which stuck out below that snout, causing it to bulge out at the sides. In any other situation the lecture about wolves being harmless would have been met with sarcastic remarks yet the sheer sight of this display stole such snide words away. The lupine creature stood there in front of the open rear of the tent with a rotund belly which hung down and swayed slightly with any movement. Above that, the neck was pushed outward too, occasionally moving..
The sound of gentle wind gusts or the now constant tweeting of birds seemed to sink away as opposed to ominous gastric groans coupled with cries, muffled into indistinguishableness by fur and flesh. The engorged lupine suddenly lurched forward and jumped up, planted both large forepaws upon Jonathon's shoulders and shoved him backward upon the ground, that belly behind them sloshing loudly. Flung back against the flat forest floor, Jonathon attempted to pick himself back up only to find those forepaws weighing down upon his grey jacket. Gazing up, Jonathon was treated to a view of that protruding arm being yanked in farther by the wolf, leaving only the wrist and hand itself remaining.
That broad black snout twitched constantly as the lupine gazed up and down Jonathon, whose heart was now racing. He reached a hand down and slowly padded over his pockets with a distinct lack of a familiar shape causing a shiver to flow down his spine. “Oh no, don't tell me the knife…” he said, gazing over to his blue tent nearby. To his right he could hear a rustling and a soft panting which got louder until a moment later another pair of black noses snuffled over him. Privacy was not something considered as these new noses casually poked over him from his head down to his chest and then to his crotch and legs. The sight of additional snouts only served to pump more nervousness into himself.
A loud wheeze was forced out of Jonathon's mouth as the initial lupine now moved those forepaws over his chest, leaving dirtied paw-prints upon his jacket. Gazing over, Jonathon could see fattened wolf parallel to himself. A raised hindleg spawned panicked imagery of being urinated on which, admittedly, was a fate that seemed to pale in comparison to being swallowed whole. Instead that hindleg came down upon his chest, once again forcing a stream of breath from his lungs. That engorged belly lingered over his head with an occasional groan emanating from it.
Confusion stirred in Jonathon's mind for a moment as the wolf stood upon him with its other hindleg. Was it simply inspecting him? Surely it'd be too full by now to take someone else in? Right? Suddenly that lighter toned fur descended upon him while that large bushy tail curled upward. Jonathon was only able to let out a brief curse before his head vanished underneath that plump, fuzzy posterior.
Jonathon was a man rendered seemingly headless by the rear end of a rather plump wolf who had a group of fingers poking out of its muzzle, a strange sight indeed. Jonathon's sight, meanwhile, was one of warm darkness as he felt those haunches cupped around his head with the tip of his nose pushing against something suspiciously hot and un-furred. Every breath rapidly became akin to one breathing against a duvet while a mix of lupine scent and earthiness filled his nostrils. The weight upon him kept him planted firmly to the ground. With the hands brought around to push those haunches upward only seemingly lifting the wolf slightly. The tail itself curled around his head and seemed to complete this rearward envelopment. The world seemed drowned out as if Jonathon had been shoved beneath water. However the sound of further muffled cries and constant gastric groans and glorps could still be clearly heard as if a horrible reminder of what was going on inside. The pressing weight seemed to distribute downward across his body with those large blunt claws resting on his navy blue shirt. There Jonathon lay there with mass of wolf upon him. Padding around with his hands, he could feel the bulge of the wolf's meal push outward from its flanks. A lump from the rotund sides would poke out against one of his hands causing Jonathon to lurch it away. The snuffling and pushing of the other wolves would serve to prod and lift up one of hands; the other wolves themselves being a strong deterrent to any violence upon the wolf atop of himself.
For what seemed like an eternity there was little to do but contemplate what was going on. Jonathon would shift a little, ensuring his nose didn't press against the wrong spot or simply to move his numb legs, but beyond that there was nothing but the gurgles from above with the occasional whining or panting to break up the gastric cacophony. The only other sound would be several loud gulps preceding a low, rumbling belch. Jonathon's eyes had seen one of his friends (probably Emily) get devoured whole, yet such an image didn't feel right in his mind. It was something akin to what one would witness within a strange dream where the laws of reality were bent to serve the odd imagery that the mind projected. It felt fake yet he was hearing the gastric aftermath of such an unbelievable incident.
A flash of white fur was suddenly overtaken by overwhelming light, forcing him to squint while that heavy weight was brought off of him. Lifting his hand over his head, he rapidly leaned upward, sending a mass of white and grey hairs slowly ascending from his clothing. This was his chance! He probably wouldn't get another one! Pushing himself upward with his other hand he stood up only to feel the unresponsive weight below his knees. They tingled yet otherwise almost seemed locked up. He fell once again with another curse before collapsing down into a kneel with his hands taking a fresh coating of mud that lay upon the ground. Looking upward, he was treated to a long lupine face with a full set of slightly yellowed jaws on display which naturally came with panting. This new wolf, more tawny in appearance compared to the last, looked at him with its own silvery eyes, and between the look given and those teeth shown off it did not take much to fill Jonathon's mind with what this new packmember’s intention was.
The new wolf's jaws widened outward to show off the interior of that maw in the morning light. For a split second, Jonathon was greeted to a full view which encompassed that black and pink palate along with the back of the throat. He lurched back as those jaws descended over his head, the sharp pinpricks of those fangs confirming Jonathon's fate. The soft tongue slid warm saliva under his chin while the lupine’s breath washed the stink of rotten meat over Jonathon, making him pull a face. Legs now having some feeling to them again, he attempted to pull away, yet the wolf swiftly loosened its grip and dived farther over him, causing more of his head to be yanked into that interior. A darkening, cavernous world was all he could view at this point before another rapid grab brought him farther into darkness, with only the shimmer of oozing drool and a mass of undulating pink flesh being visible.
Jonathon brought up his hands and attempted to push back at the front of the wolf's chest, yet it seemed to do little as the wolf swiftly grabbed over his head yet again. Those long teeth scraped over Jonathon as he attempted to tug his head downward; causing a small burst of pain. He could the feel the prodding of something against his back end, which was now sticking out in the air. “Someone, help, please!” shouted Jonathon as his own pushes had become outright thumping on the wolf, still to no avail.
His heart was in overdrive again as the unbelievable nature of this all became far too real. This was it, he was being eaten alive! Something out of ancient B-Movies and fairy tales was becoming a reality! Jonathon's next breath was a hoarse gasp as those sharp teeth wrapped around his neck, causing small pricks into the skin. Jonathon completely froze as he could feel the awful sharpness of those teeth grabbing over that delicate skin. Everything was pitch black now with an immense tightness around his head. The flesh around him undulated, pushing him downward a little bit each time. Jonathon could feel the weight upon his shoulders and all of a sudden he was jostled around, causing him to bump (in what limited fashion his engulfed head was capable of) around inside the wolf.
Those familiar pricks came around the sides of his shoulders; the jacket mitigated the sharp pain they brought, yet did nothing to stop that muzzle engulfing said shoulders. Jonathon could feel his arms pressed firmly against his body as they were progressively fed into the lupine, which was intent on gulping him down with seemingly little attention paid to how he may taste. Arms pressed firmly against himself ensured that his hands were unable to do much either.
In the midst of rapid thoughts Jonathon wondered what this must have looked like to anyone watching, the spectacle of a man halfway engulfed into a wolf being probably quite a sight. Images that one would see in a calendar chock full with cheeky photo-manipulated imagery, created for a brief chuckle. Only this was all real, which he was handily reminded of with his chest being pulled inward while his head was squeezed into ever tighter tubing. Every breath Jonathon took was hot and filled with the smell of what was probably a menagerie of woodland animals whose fate he was apparently sharing. The of sounds of agitated groans and rumbles seemed proof of this animal’s hunger as if its terrifying actions weren't already demonstrating that. Was the wolf even enjoying the feeling of fabric within its jaws and would it be even able to get them out of its system? Spiteful imagery of a dying wolf seemed a small distraction to the reality of his own peculiar demise, like something from a red topped tabloid...
Dirtied hands were met with wet flesh as they slid in and felt something warm prodding his fingers apart from each other, curling over the webbing in between and resting upon the knuckles, oozing warm saliva over them. His hands too slipped in with more of his torso and said limbs felt the pressure of what must have been the throat push them hard against his sides. Losing access to his hands was never good with the remaining option being random kicking but yet again, that was only in response to hateful fantasies of giving one of the other wolves a boot in the face. Inside he knew it'd only cause him to end up potentially imbalancing himself and slipping down. Besides, beyond the unreal horror of being swallowed whole was the rather more common horror of those sharp jaws being sunk into his flesh!
A feeling of intense pressure just above his groin summoned a flurry of panic before Jonathon realised he was slowly being lifted off of the ground. Around his head now was the constant rhythm of the wolf's heartbeat along with more glurps and gurgles. Suddenly his nose pressed against a new set of flesh which squeezed open around him and at that moment, an ill timed breath caused Jonathon to feel the contents of last night's picnic soar from his stomach and lump into his neck as if wishing to spurt out. The vile stench of what must've been almost every animal in the forest was intensified by the sheer heat which baked the odour into every hair in his nostrils. Around him the tightness lessened enough to allow him to be fed into this new chamber.
Back outside there was nothing but his legs, which were slowly hoisted up into the air. Another strike of panic caused a flurry of futile kicks into the air as Jonathon writhed his entire body, the thought of just allowing the rest of him to follow into this disgusting place was unacceptable. As he felt himself being curled over, he slammed his eyes shut a moment before more of that mysterious liquid coated his face. Each second passing was another portion of himself lost into the animal with only everything beyond ankles remaining. Two more abruptly applied pin pricks squashed down over his boots, proceeding a tugging motion and then a feeling of cool air against his socks.
“No, don't tell me,” said Jonathon right as he heard two heavy thuds.
Another snap left his toes dangling just beyond those teeth, wriggling helplessly as the wolf's lips rested against the fabric, spreading more saliva upon them. Jonathon felt his feet lift as something pulled his toes inward. Soon they slipped beyond as well, and with a hard gulp he felt them take that same path as the rest of himself. With every inch of himself fed into what was definitely the stomach, it forced a curled posture. All around him lay the feeling of warm liquid, plus the occasional hard spot which Jonathon hardly wished to guess about. It only seemed to take a moment before he was immersed in the stomach chamber which started to rapidly sway back and forth with the wolf's movement. That ominous liquid was kicked up to splash him while the world seemed to slide about as if he was in some sort of fairground ride. A rush of hot air preceded the walls of the stomach clutching upon him hard as a long belch could be heard outside. Jonathon felt disgust before a creeping thought set in. Didn't he need that to breathe? The wolf was hardly gulping in air after all! On top of that, wasn't he being surrounded in acids? Was he going to burn away? So many uncomfortable questions with relatively imminent answers.
Jonathon’s pondering about the nature of his doom was interrupted as everything seemed to tip over upon its side, causing him to be thrown downward with a splatter of acids upon himself. Whatever was the new 'floor' of this place ensured to push him upward. Most likely the wolf had laid upon its side. Now there was nothing but the constant movements of stomach folds over him combined with various groans and glurps around him. By now his body ached and everything became rather exhausting. It was hard to feel afraid or upset or even angry anymore, as if emotions themselves had taxed his already shortened energy. Just lying there in sodden clothes and breathing foul air, there was nothing he wanted to do more at this point then to rest. To close his eyes and let go of all this. Maybe this would all be a strange dream and he'd wake up to that previously unimpressive sunrise. It seemed far more beautiful after where he had gone now. Numbness crept in from parts of his body and with a routine of flickering eyes and stirred head movements he finally drifted off into a slumber. One he'd never wake from.
Had anyone eaten so well or had been so successful literally wolfing down in a group of people? It was a thought that lingered upon the lupine’s mind as he lay there with the collection of yellow and blue tents in front of himself. Gazing back, he could see his distended belly which could easily be heard groaning and gurgling as it dutifully worked upon his meal. With the sensation of being filled with the weight of the human, the old phrase of 'rest and digest' felt quite true here. Any real movement seemed to have inertia to it, with the swaying stomach tempting him off of his paws and back onto the soft ground.
The morning sun climbed into the sky to signify that the busy night was well and truly over with its crisp, cool air being replaced by dampness and warmth. The comforting scent of packmates, the lingering odour of the humans and the fine taste of one of them still residing in and around his maw; all of this made him feel absolutely content. His tawny belly rumbled and a pressure climbed up his throat, parting his jaws to let out a loud, extended belch which opened the eyes of his packmates lying nearby. Lifting his head, the tawny furred wolf sniffed the air to bring in more of that wonderful smell. After a moment or so he placed his head back down while his tongue curled over his muzzle to capture every little bit of that scent.
A spell of fluttering eyes and wide yawns lingered around the trio of stuffed wolves as sleep quickly claimed them all. Rest would be the main event of the day as their bodies set about processing their breakfast. All the while would be a constant spate of clumsy repositioning as the wolves clambered around each other, bellies wobbling and swaying. The beautiful routine of birdsong and rustling of wind would be joined with casual belches. Naturally, devouring an entire human would not be without its side effects and with more portly frames being a guarantee. Haunches would thicken and those back ends would grow and widen outward, wobbling a little on their own with any new movement. Broad bellies and bobbing back ends could present a problem in hunting, but it was unlikely that the pack would even need to hunt for a couple of weeks after this.
As late dusk crept in the wolves departed, leaving a trio of unoccupied tents which scavenging animals or other individuals could root around in. With the presence of fresh wolf tracks, maybe someone could work out what would have happened to their former owners yet, though few could ever believe the reality of it. Of course neither could Jonathon and his friends yet they were now, at best, a wordless swaying mass of furred belly or a thick shaking set of haunches. This trip’s draw had been about 'going back to nature' and for Jonathon and all of the other campers, they could've never imagined such a statement being so true....
===*DISPOSAL POST BELOW*===
Then again, they couldn't imagine much anymore. As the sun set and cast its golden light upon the woodland once more, the tawny pelted wolf padded to a secluded spot near a collection of bushes. He snuffled over it before turning around and squatting down with that thick tail arching upward. That pink pucker slowly distended outward as the lupine felt a solid pressure build up in his bowels. A second later a large brown log pushed its way outward, ensuring that the anus kept open before plopping down upon the ground with a soft thud. Another log followed and as it exited outward it broke in half, leaving the interior of the dropping on full display before that too fell upon the ground.
As another slid outward, it had a glint of white inside it and as it broke up it revealed a white bone which stuck up out of the growing mound like some sort of grotesque monument. More droppings contained theses bones which broke up the mass of brown but as this pile steadily grew, one could make out pulled, slender rags of fabric which seemed to be in and among some of the droppings; fabric rendered irrevocably damaged by the digestive process. Sometimes the tawny lupine (who spent this time casually looking around) would clench his teeth as something hard and painful would slide out of his colon with the feeling of that pain released being heavenly.
Anyone who'd be willing to gaze upon this growing mound would have noticed the strange appearance with off-coloured blues and greys being in and among chunks of white poking out in places, like strange gemstones in a mass of brown rock. The tightness and pressure that had built up in the lupine was now rapidly fading away and leaving nothing but relief until another, far larger object started to push its way out. With teeth gritted the wolf felt something press hard against his colon and then slowly squeeze through his anus. Slowly but surely a large white skull collapsed upon the pile before rolling off next to it. Gazing back, the wolf stood up and kicked dirt over the mound before happily trotting off again. For Jonathon and the other campers, the trip had been about 'going back to nature.’ It would be safe to assume that this was not the intended way of fulfilling that phrase.
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For those of you not willing to read, here’s a synopsis;
A camper is swallowed whole by a feral wolf, than pooped out, all with great detail.
2/10 I do not recommend.
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Why not Lower?
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I mean, he put together reasonable sentences and did describe it very well, I can’t just give him a 1 or a zero all willy-nilly…..that wouldn’t be responsible of me.
