Carnivore Cruise Line

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''Your Cabin'' (replace: ?escape)[](if: $metbuckley is 0)[When you walk through the door, [Buckley]<buckley|(click: ?buckley)[(show:?desc)] immediately asks, "Did you get my ice cream sundae, $name?"|desc)[ Buckley is a brown bear with an enormous belly, but he's a vegetarian who joined your group for a cheaper room in the prey section of the ship. Still, you sometimes shudder at the way his stomach growls when he looks at you.] You wince and reply, "Shit. I'm sorry. I forgot. I went to find out if they'd had any luck finding our friends, and this elephant at the service desk just licked his chops the whole time as he told me they wouldn't waste their time on us. It was terrifying, man." Buckley just grumbles and sinks back onto his bed, ignoring you. The seven other bunks packed into the dim interior room are empty. You wonder again what happened to the rest of your friends. It's early in the evening, but you're exhausted. These bargain tickets were indeed too good to be true. You climb up into the top bunk over Buckley—safety in numbers, you figure—and sink in, ready to be lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of the sea. Just when you close your eyes, the ceiling above you trembles with stomping footsteps and the muffled sounds of sex. Buckley sighs and says, "Yeah, that rhino upstairs has been going at it forever. You know… if you can't sleep, you could always go get me that sundae." The bear's belly growls. (set: $metbuckley to 1) ](else:)[Buckley is soundly snoring in the otherwise empty cabin. (if: $friendbuckley is 1)[His gut gurgles happily, filled with the ice cream you brought him.](else-if: $peter is 1)[Now that you look, you can see the vague bulge of Peter's wriggling rabbit body in your friend's belly. ]You look around at the empty beds and wonder what happened to your friends. The rhino in the room above you is still going at it, so you might as well get out and enjoy one last night on the ship. (if: $friendbuckley is 1)[](else:)[Maybe even get Buckley that sundae he wanted. ] ](if: $friendbuckley is 1)[](else:)[[[Keep trying to sleep->BuckleyNegative]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Buckley devours you in your sleep and you meet an unexpected friend inside him.]]] [[Exit the Room->Deck 5 Elevators]]

''Deck 7 Elevators''(set: $lastelevator to "Deck 7 Elevators") You stand between the elevators and a huge stairwell at the center of the ship, on the seventh floor. There's a deck map on the wall. A huge crowd rushes about and you have to lean against a wall just to avoid getting crushed under foot. A throng of passengers hurries to get seats before the show—//A Magical Evening with Oliver the Occultist//—in the ''Venator Theater''. A pack of laughing hyenas pushes you aside, with a terrified antelope between them, on their way into the ''Frog Prince Pub''. [[Attend the show->Venator Theater]]|hide)[(if: $harry is 1)[ [[Slip through the stage door->SaveHarry]]](else:)[ //(link-reveal: "Locked Scene")[ (You must attend the show.)]//]] [[Grab a drink at the pub->Frog Prince Pub]] <div class="deckmap">(link: "Deck 10")[Deck 10 is currently off-limits to morsels like yourself] - Moonlight Lounge | Pool Deck | VIP Cabin [[Deck 9->Deck 9 Elevators]] - The Beastly Bistro | The Feeding Trough | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 8->Deck 8 Elevators]] - The Aviary Atrium | The Promenade Deck | Carnivore Cabins ''Deck 7'' - The Frog Prince Pub | The Venator Theater | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 6->Deck 6 Elevators]] - Fitness Center and Spa | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 5->Deck 5 Elevators]] - Prey Showers | Prey Cabins ''Deck 1-4'' - Crew Only</div>

''Deck 8 Elevators''(set: $lastelevator to "Deck 8 Elevators") You come out straight into the enormous, bustling ''Aviary Atrium'' on the eight floor. There's a deck map on the wall. Hundreds of beasts of all shapes and sizes, and even a few burly humans, are sitting and strolling around the expansive room as a songbird sings at the center. You could explore this area or duck out onto the ''Promenade Deck'' encircling the ship for a walk and a bit of fresh air. [[Explore the Aviary Atrium->The Aviary Atrium]] [[Walk the Promenade Deck->Promenade Deck]] <div class="deckmap">(link: "Deck 10")[Deck 10 is currently off-limits to morsels like yourself] - Moonlight Lounge | Pool Deck | VIP Cabin [[Deck 9->Deck 9 Elevators]] - The Beastly Bistro | The Feeding Trough | Carnivore Cabins ''Deck 8'' - The Aviary Atrium | The Promenade Deck | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 7->Deck 7 Elevators]] - The Frog Prince Pub | The Venator Theater | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 6->Deck 6 Elevators]] - Fitness Center and Spa | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 5->Deck 5 Elevators]] - Prey Showers | Prey Cabins ''Deck 1-4'' - Crew Only</div>

''Deck 9 Elevators''(set: $lastelevator to "Deck 9 Elevators") The pair of eateries on this deck seems to attract a ravenous and sizable crowd. Predators big and small eye you as they pass on their way to fill growling bellies. There's a deck map on the wall beside a large, whimsical sign that reads, "Come hungry. Leave happy." ''The Beastly Bistro'' is an upscale eatery featuring a wide array of live, fresh-to-order entrees, whereas ''The Feeding Trough'' is an all-you-can-eat buffet that's open every hour of the day. With such a constant source of food, you start to think that it's more than simple hunger that must drive these predators to consume prey like you. [[Step into The Beastly Bistro->The Beastly Bistro]] [[Step into The Feeding Trough->The Feeding Trough]] <div class="deckmap">(link: "Deck 10")[Deck 10 is currently off-limits to morsels like yourself] - Moonlight Lounge | Pool Deck | VIP Cabin ''Deck 9'' - The Beastly Bistro | The Feeding Trough | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 8->Deck 8 Elevators]] - The Aviary Atrium | The Promenade Deck | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 7->Deck 7 Elevators]] - The Frog Prince Pub | The Venator Theater | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 6->Deck 6 Elevators]] - Fitness Center and Spa | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 5->Deck 5 Elevators]] - Prey Showers | Prey Cabins ''Deck 1-4'' - Crew Only</div>

(if: $captaindeck is 1)[[[Go up to the Captain's Deck->Captain's Deck]] ][[Go down to Deck 9->Deck 9 Elevators]]

''Deck 6 Elevators''(set: $lastelevator to "Deck 6 Elevators") You stand between the elevators and a huge stairwell at the center of the ship, on the sixth floor. There's a deck map on the wall. It's a little busier here than below. A wide range of people are milling about, from hulking dragons to meek mice. The ''fitness center and spa'' is on this floor, and appear to be somewhat busy even as the day turns into evening. Your noisy upstairs ''neighbor's room'' is also up here if you want to give him a piece of your mind. [[Check out the fitness center and spa->Fitness Center and Spa]] (if: $metrhodar is 1)[[[Confront Rhodar->Rhodar's Cabin]]](else:)[[[Confront the noisy rhino->Rhodar's Cabin]]] <div class="deckmap">(link: "Deck 10")[Deck 10 is currently off-limits to morsels like yourself] - Moonlight Lounge | Pool Deck | VIP Cabin [[Deck 9->Deck 9 Elevators]] - The Beastly Bistro | The Feeding Trough | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 8->Deck 8 Elevators]] - The Aviary Atrium | The Promenade Deck | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 7->Deck 7 Elevators]] - The Frog Prince Pub | The Venator Theater | Carnivore Cabins ''Deck 6'' - Fitness Center and Spa | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 5->Deck 5 Elevators]] - Prey Showers | Prey Cabins ''Deck 1-4'' - Crew Only</div>

''Deck 5 Elevators''(set: $lastelevator to "Deck 5 Elevators") (if: $leftroom is 1)[](else:)[As you walk out, Buckley shouts, "Don't forget the ice cream!" (set:$leftroom to 1) ]You stand between the elevators and a huge stairwell at the center of the ship, on the fifth floor, the bottom floor for passengers. There's a deck map on the wall. It's not so busy down here on the prey cabin floors, but you can hear plenty of commotion upstairs. As you walked by, you did hear water running in the ''communal shower room'' for your floor. ''Your cabin'' is also on this floor, but from the growling of his stomach as you left, you imagine Buckley wouldn't be happy to see you without that bowl of ice cream. [[Check out the showers->Prey Showers]] [[Go back to your cabin->Your Cabin]]|hide)[(if: $playerpred is 1 and $fivesixfour is 1)[ [[Find someone to eat at the Prey Party in Cabin 564->Prey Party in 564]]](else:)[ //(link-reveal: "Locked Scene")[ (You must hear overhear a rumor in an otter's belly and learn to devour prey)]//]] <div class="deckmap">(link: "Deck 10")[Deck 10 is currently off-limits to morsels like yourself] - Moonlight Lounge | Pool Deck | VIP Cabin [[Deck 9->Deck 9 Elevators]] - The Beastly Bistro | The Feeding Trough | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 8->Deck 8 Elevators]] - The Aviary Atrium | The Promenade Deck | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 7->Deck 7 Elevators]] - The Frog Prince Pub | The Venator Theater | Carnivore Cabins [[Deck 6->Deck 6 Elevators]] - Fitness Center and Spa | Carnivore Cabins ''Deck 5'' - Prey Showers | Prey Cabins ''Deck 1-4'' - Crew Only</div>

Three-headed dog argues over which mouth gets to eat you Robotic vore/sex

See the shape of a black dragon looming over a deck above Swim in pool Dive into pool (Shark OV) Look over the deck Unlocked tempting fate: Billy eats you in the pool after you tf into a fish Waterslide that is safe first and second time, but on third a reluctant predator incredulously devours you, scolds you for teasing him. The slide just seems to keep going in darkness until the surface turns soft and you hear gurgling and a beating heart. All the hot tubs are full but one. You get in and lips retract over the edges to reveal razor sharp teeth that trap you in the center of the warm water in an enormous shark’s (maybe shark) mouth as he laughs and gulps you down into a belly full of prey from a night pulling the same trick. Asher follow-up (missing friend) (What triggers this hidden event?) Rhodar is relaxing in a luxurious robe in the atrium after impregnating his wife on their honeymoon since you didn’t interrupt him. He leans back and folds his arms behind his head as you walk by. His pheromones immediately intoxicate you and drops you to your knees. When you stand up, your vision is unfocused and you find your limbs moving on their own. You climb into the rhino’s lap and open his robe to reveal his growing cock. But you’re confused when you sink your own little dick into the mouth of his enormous dick. The phallus growls hungrily as it slurps, sucking your balls into it and lathering them up until they suddenly pop off you and slide down his shaft until it gurgles with a cummy burp. Your crotch feels warm as his head presses to your now-smooth body and slowly sinks into you, splitting you open into a pussy around him. Rhodar breeds you and you feel the moment of conception as your insides rearrange into a womb for his son. He takes you as a second wife.''

Golems Werewolves Other magic

Secret ending with the dragon captain Save all your friends or become a black dragon by devouring them one by one

After so much time indoors, it feels pleasant when you step outside into the crisp air wafting over the ocean. There's a setting sun on the horizon, waves glistening as far as the eye can see. This wide, outdoor walkway encircles the entire ship, and it's filled with people enjoying the views, couples on romantic strolls, and more than a few predators walking off meals still wriggling in their bulging bellies.|choice>[ (link: "Take a walk")[(set: _random to (random: 1,9))(replace: ?choice)[](show: ?random)] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ For once, you have no idea what might happen. Your mind buzzes with many horrifying possibilities.]] [[Leave the promenade->Deck 8 Elevators]]]|random)[(if: _random is 1)[ ''(if: $metotto is 1)[Otto](else:)[A pudgy otter] is lying back in a deck chair with his shirt off, his brown belly wriggling with some unlucky snack.'' He nods to the bulge in his swim trunks and you eagerly climb into his lap. He lies back and lets you ride his thick cock until he spurts a load so massive your slender stomach bulges out with otter cum. "Thanks, sport," he chuckles as he sends you on your way. [[Return to the promenade->Promenade Deck]]](elseif: _random is 2)[ ''(if: $metasher is 1)[Asher](else:)[An enormous alligator] is standing at the edge of the ship with his mouth hanging over the tumultous sea.'' A howling cat is holding onto his open jaw for dear life as the gator shakes his head with a teasing grin. "Climb right in and you'll be safe," he cackles as you stroll by. You thank your lucky stars that wasn't you for once. [[Return to the promenade->Promenade Deck]]](elseif: _random is 3)[ ''(if: $metfaeron is 1)[Faeron](else:)[A regal frog] is standing at the railing, lashing out his tongue at passing birds and bugs.'' His round belly looks to be swarming with the creatures, struggling little bulges beneath his flesh. You hurry to walk by, but just as you're almost out of reach, the frog's powerful tongue lashes around your ankle and retracts, dragging you straight down his gullet and into a belly full of prey. The frog lets out a booming belch and pats your bulge in his gut. "Much obliged, bud. You really hit the spot." Game Over | [[Reverse your fate->Promenade Deck]]](elseif: _random is 4)[ ''(if: $metoliver is 1)[Oliver](else:)[A tall owl in a strange costume] is performing card tricks for a small crowd.'' You stand at the outskirts of the assembled group, but he calls you forward and has you pick a card—the Nine of Diamonds. He shuffles it back into the deck and flutters the cards back and forth in his feathered hands with impossible speed. He sends the whole deck flying chaotically into the air, but they all come back to his hands as if by magic. He offers you a card: the Queen of Clubs. The audience groans and he frowns ostentatiously. And another: the Ace of Spades. The crowd begins to murmur and he wipes imagined sweat from his brow before giving you a wink. "Oh!" The owl exclaims. "I remember where I left it." The magician suddenly grabs you and opens his beak unnaturally wide. You're shoved straight down without even a moment of friction before you tumble into his belly and make a huge bulge on the slender man's body. "Did you find it?" He asks excitedly. You fumble around his stomach floor and sigh when you pick up a card: the Nine of Diamonds. The crowd goes wild. Game Over | [[Reverse your fate->Promenade Deck]]](elseif: _random is 5)[ ''(if: $metrhodar is 1)[Rhodar](else:)[A hulking rhino] stomps along the promenade, the deck trembling and groaning with every step.'' "Hey," he suddenly growls when your paths cross, "why don't you kneel down and rub my hooves, runt?|rhodarchoice>[ (link: "Agree")[(replace: ?rhodarchoice)[](show: ?rhodaragree)] (link: "Refuse")[(replace: ?rhodarchoice)[](show: ?rhodarrefuse)]]|rhodaragree)[ ''He slumbs back into a deck chair and stretches out in his gargantuan hooves on the floor in front of him.'' You kneel down and begin kneading at the powerful feet. He closes his eyes and groans with relief as your little hands work wonders. The rhino lifts a hoof to your face and rubs it all over you until your tongue slides out and licks it clean of all the dirt and sweat. By the time you repeat the process for the second, you start feeling a bit strange. You find that you can't peel your hand from you hoof. In fact, it's buried inside the massive limb to your wrist. He doesn't seem to notice, just moaning as he pushes his hooves at you. The next time he brings one to your face, the whole world goes dark as your head disappears inside. It isn't long before his hooves have split your little body between them and swelled up a bit. The rhino snorts and opens his eyes, looking down between his feet and snorting, "Huh. Wonder where he went. He was damn good at that." He shrugs and rises back to his hooves, which feel mightily relieved. He brings his immense weight down on your new form to walk off and enjoy the rest of his vacation. Game Over | [[Reverse your fate->Promenade Deck]]]|rhodarrefuse)[ ''You laugh out loud at the absurd request and start to walk away.'' The rhino snorts in amusement and spins on his hoof to bring the other down on your back and pin you to the floor. You squirm and cry out, but the massive creature just chuckles cruelly. You feel a strange sensation as the world spins around you, swelling up into something that looks foreign to your eyes. You find yourself pinned beneath a hoof several times the size of your entire body, shrunken down into a puny wretch. He lifts his hoof and stomps it on the ground beside you with such force that you twist and tumble along the quaking deck. "Let's see how long you last on a busy deck at that size," the rhino laughs as he walks away. You dodge and scramble about the deck for a while, screaming at creatures who can't hear your meager little voice for help. A few nearly step on you before you get the hang of it, one notices you but just laughs as gives you a little kick, and finally, once you're too tired to keep up, a man's loafer sinks down on you hard and smooshes your little body into nothingness. Game Over | [[Reverse your fate->Promenade Deck]]]](elseif: _random is 6)[ ''(if: $metwalter is 1)[Walter](else:)[A fit, older wolf] drips sweat off his bare chest as he does a seemingly endless number of push-ups on the deck.'' You pause to watch and he smirks up at you and says, "Climb on, son. I could use the extra weight." You do as he says, and hardly seem to slow his movements. Grunting with exertion, the wolf growls, "Lie across my back and rub my shoulders. Why don't ya?" You lean forward to go prone on your stomach, your face between his glistening shoulderblades and your feet propped across his muscled ass. You blush a little at your hardness digging into his back. Your little hands knead into his muscles and he huffs happily. He actually begins to speed up, pumping his arms up and down at a frenzied pace. Already damp from his perspiration, you hardly notice that you begin to sweat. It isn't until your heart begins racing that you notice how weak your fingers now feel. You try to lift yourself up, but your arms and legs are sapped of all their strength. "Mmmmmm," the wolf moans, "that's it, son. Give it all up." He swells as you shrink, his back becoming as big as a king size bed beneath you. The hard-on in your too-large pants dwindles into nothing, a little nub even at your size, and you imagine his manhood enlarging. He finally rolls over—sending you tumbling out of your oversized clothes and across the deck—and jumps to his feet, fully renewed. He towers over you as you've diminished to perhaps a foot tall with hardly enough muscle to get up off your knees. The wolf admires his enlarged body and nods approvingly, "Not much muscle on a runt like you, but every bit helps." You manage to rise to your feet, shouting in a little voice, but he just snorts and gives you a quick kick that sends you tumbling under the railing and off the edge of the ship. You land in the water, too weak to swim and small enough to make a great meal for a hungry fish. Game Over | [[Reverse your fate->Promenade Deck]]](elseif: _random is 7)[ ''(if: $metdrakon is 1)[Drakon](else:)[An enormous, black-scaled dragon in a captain's hat] hurries across the deck, flanked by a kobold ship officer and a gray-haired human man in a suit.'' You decide to take advantage of the opportunity and wave him down as you ask, "Excuse me, sir. Can you help me? Several of my friends have gone missing, and I—" The dragon cuts you off by clenching you so hard in his colossal fist that it knocks the wind from your lungs. He's smirking when he lifts you to his glistening maw filled with knife-sharp teeth. "Your friends were food, and so are you," he whispers, sniffing at you like a freshly-cooked dinner. "But it would be rude to keep you to myself." The dragon captain glances over to the handsome, gray-haired man—who fills out his expensive suit with an impressive mixture of pudge and muscle—and asks, "Are you hungry, Emerson?" The man chuckles and opens his mouth wide as will go before remarking, "I don't have quite the jaw you do, Drakon." "An easy problem to solve," the dragon rumbles before turning his shining eyes toward you. Your already-small body shrinks down in his clawed hand until you're hardly larger than a common mouse sitting in the center of his palm. "Have a snack, my friend." You try to scurry away, but Drakon tosses you toward the human and he catches you snug in his fleshy fist. "Oh, he's got some energy," Emerson laughs as you squirm against his grasp. "There's just no meal quite like one of these little critters." The man pops you into his mouth and shuts his jaws tight, letting you roll around on his massive tongue and struggle to pry his teeth apart. With a toss of his head and a quick gulp, you're dragged down into the man's esophagus and inexorably pulled deeper until you plop down in a belly full of more conventional food. Emerson belches and the three men all laugh as he says, "Hot damn. There's nothing like this cruise, is there?" You're trapped in the human's expansive stomach, wriggling pleasantly against its walls. It isn't long before huge splashes of whiskey wash down on you as you overhear conversation about expanding Carnivore Cruises into a fleet of ships. Every time you squirm seems to convince Emerson a little more than he ought to invest heavily in the venture. (set: $metemerson to 1) Game Over | [[Reverse your fate->Promenade Deck]]](elseif: _random is 8)[ ''Buckley calls out to you when he sees you walking the promenade.'' The burly bear lumbers heavily to catch up to you and huffs, "Hey, $name! I couldn't sleep either so I figured I'd walk around a bit. Mind if I join you?" "Sure, Buckley," you say, beaming up at the big man. The two of you stroll along, taking in the sights and sounds as you're safe from others in the presence of this massive predator. "I've gotta say," Buckley finally breaks the silence, "I'm surprised you've made it this long. No offense, but you're a snack. You smell like damn candy and you're basically bite-sized. I'm glad, but wow—congratulations, I guess." You blush and chew your lip for a moment, hesitating before you admit, "Well, to be honest, I haven't." "What?" Buckley raises an eyebrow. He rests a big paw on your shoulder protectively as you pass by a shark who can't seem to stop staring at you. "Someone swallowed you, but you managed to get out, then?" "Not exactly," you say, lowering your voice to a whisper. "It's more like I undid it completely. I've always had this weird sense for things, like I know what's going to happen. And sometimes I'll do something dumb and wish so hard that I didn't… and then I'm back right before it happened." The big bear goes quiet for a long while, never taking his hand from your shoulder where he could surely hear your frenetic heartbeat. (if: $peter is 1)[Finally, he asks in a quiet voice, "I ate you. Didn't I? When you tried to go to sleep?" You blush and ask, "You… remember?" "It's like a dream. I remember bits and pieces, like how you tasted…" He can't help but growl the last word hungrily. You wince as you feel his paw squeeze your shoulder a bit tighter.] He asks, "So, if I devoured you right now, you'd be fine?" (link: "Protest that you would still have been eaten")[''"No," you protest, "it would still have happened because I'd remember it."'' Buckley suddenly lifts you off the ground in both hands, grinning as he huffs his hot breath all over you. "You're like the perfect, guilt-free snack, $name," he snarls. "Maybe if I swallow you down a hundred times I'll //really// remember it too." You start to protest, but he lifts your face to his mouth and rubs his tongue all over you, coating you in ursine slobber as he moans, "I want to remember that taste forever, even if it takes a thousand times. You're perfect for me, $name. Zero calories and zero regrets. Now, get in my belly." The bear shovels you into his mouth, balling you up inside and closing his jaws behind you as you roll around on his tongue. His saliva washes all your flavor off onto his tastebuds and he moans in a wild, reverberating frenzy until he finally tilts his head back and gulps you down. All that talking got his stomach stewing. By the time you plop down in his gut, you can hardly protest before it begins breaking you down into bear pudge. "I bet you'll wake up and come back to me, $name," he chuckles. "You must like being a meal for a superior creature if it keeps on happening to you. Prove me wrong. Don't let me eat you again." He snorts with laughter as you drift off into unconsciousness to be digested. Game Over | [[Reverse your fate->Promenade Deck]]]](elseif: _random is 9)[ ''(if: $friendsayid is 1)[Sayid](else-if: $metsayid is 1)[The huge, black scorpion from the sauna](else:)[A huge, black scorpion] lounges in the waning sun on a deck chair, his carapace warming beneath its rays.'' He smirks as you draw closer on your walk and spreads his thighs enticingly, squeezing the huge bulge in his bright red speedo. "Come on," he whispers, "have a taste, boy." With his menacing stinger lingering to the side, you're brave enough to kneel on his foot rest and lean forward until your face in buried in his lap. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his swimsuit and tug it down until a gargantuan black cock spills out. His hard shell extends over the length of his member, but it's much softer on his shaft and spongy at the head. You manage to open your mouth wide and engulf him as he leans back and folds his powerful arms behind his head. Your teeth drag along his too-thick shaft, but it must be pleasant to him because he moans for more. You push yourself down and manage to slide the scorpion cock right down your throat before you gag and choke on it. But when you go to pull back, you feel a sharp stinger pressed to the back of your neck. "Keep going," the scorpion calmly instructs, "take it all." You have little choice but to swallow down more as that poisonous needle digs at you. You gulp down inch after inch of his enormous manhood until your jaws are pressed into his crotch and his huge, carapaced balls. Unable to breathe, your world spins around you as he holds you there with hardly a touch. When the scorpion finally allows you to pull back and relieve your screaming lungs, you gasp for air until he grabs you with both hands and begins sliding your mouth up and down his shaft like a toy. He finally erupts down your throat and fills you stomach with a seed that has a tinge of his paralytic poison. You feel a sudden burn in your stomach, followed by a rush of euphoria as the poison takes hold and your limbs weaken. "A fine reward for you, cocksucker," the scorpion chuckles as he rises up and puts your limp body in the chair. "You'll recover in a few minutes, but until then enjoy the ride." You lie there, helpless, as your mind swims with pleasant hallucinations. When you recover, you find yourself aching for more. [[Return to the promenade->Promenade Deck]]]]

''The Aviary Atrium'' As you make your way around the tall room, spanning half the length of the ship, you can't help but stare at the [songbird]<songbird|(click: ?songbirdtemp)[(show:?desc)] performing at the center, singing for a captivated audience filling every seat beside the atrium's cafe.|desc)[ This tall, broad bird has blue feathers coating his wings and back, and a big, orange belly above his stubby legs. He sings beautifully, with an almost mesmerizing rhythm that urges you to come closer. As he belts out wordless tunes, his feathers fluff up excitedly and he rests his eyes on you for just a moment before grinning back over his enraptured audience.] You pass the Guest Relations desk and see the same [clerk]<clerk|(click: ?clerk)[(show:?desc2)] you spoke with earlier about your missing friends. He was rather unhelpful, but you could always give it another try.|desc2)[ Towering over the desk, the clerk is a rotund, grey elephant in a well-fitted blue suit. He has a name tag that reads, "Emerson" and a flat head of gray hair above his floppy, wrinkled ears. His massive trunk shifts from side to side as he speaks to a customer. Even from a distance, you can hear his huge gut growling with hunger, reminding you of his peculiarly threatening brand of politeness earlier.] At a seat by one of the windows, a ''slender blue dragon'' is slumped against the glass with a frown, mumbling to himself about something. |createlater)[[[Listen to the songbird->SongbirdSings]]] [[Approach the Guest Relations desk->GuestRelations]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The elephant clerk "helps" you search for your missing friends up his trunk or down his cock.]] [[Offer an ear to the blue dragon->LimpDragon]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The blue dragon turns you into a permanent cock ring.]] [[Leave the atrium->Deck 8 Elevators]]

''Venator Theater'' The theater is packed by the time you finally arrive. The crowd is bristling with so much excitement that the many carnivores in the audience have temporarily forgotten their hunger and the prey their fear. You see one seat available up on ''the balcony'' and a few right ''up front''. You must decide where you'd be safest, but you don't have long. [[Take the seat on the balcony->DrakonSeat]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Captain Drakon sits on top of you, sending you on a journey up through his intestines and into his belly as he enjoys the show and digests you.]] [[Take a seat up front->OliverShow]] [[Leave the show->Deck 7 Elevators]]

''The Feeding Trough'' Hungry crowds swarm over buffet trays, filling their plates with heaping portions of every cuisine imaginable. To your relief, none of the grub in this particular establishment looks like a cousin of yours—not a piece of live prey on the menu. Still, none of the bestial men stuffing their mouths look like strict vegetarians either. To your delight, you see the ''ice cream machine'' is still in working order, though it seems quite popular because there's a bit of a line to use it. It might be worth grabbing a bowl of ice cream for Buckley while you're here. As you scan the room, a ''buck with a belly'' rounding out his Hawaiian shirt smiles at you before shoveling a mouthful of mashed potatoes between his jaws.(if: $metwalter is 1)[ In a booth by the window, you see ''Walter and Will'', the wolves from the gym, scarfing down plates full of meaty protein.] [[Get in line for ice cream->IceCreamLine]] [[Greet the friendly buck->BuckBait]](if: $metwalter is 1)[ [[Approach Walter and Will->WalterFriend]]](else:)[ //(link-reveal: "Locked Scene")[ (You must meet Walter in the gym)]//] [[Leave the Feeding Trough->Deck 9 Elevators]]

''The Beastly Bistro'' You feel out of place the moment you step inside this luxurious restaurant. Everywhere you look, there are live prey struggling and squirming, served up with marinades on platters or already doomed within predator bellies. A ''cart full of pastries'' sits unattended just a few feet from the door and you find yourself breathing deeply of their sweet scents. You wonder, would anyone mind if you tried one? (if: $metsayid is 1)[''The scorpion from the sauna''](else:)[''A scorpion''] sits alone in a booth, excitedly tapping his long, black stinger on the table as he bounces in his seat. It seems like madness to speak to him, but perhaps looks can be deceiving. (if: $playerpred is 1)[](else-if: $isaacsaved is 1)[](else-if: $friendotto is 1)[You see ''Otto, the portly otter'' from the sauna, sitting alone in a booth with a platter full of live fish in front of him. He smiles and waves you over. ](if: $playerpred is 1)[](else-if: $isaacsaved is 1)[](else-if: $friendotto is 1)[[[Join Otto in his booth->OttoFriend]] ](else:)[//(link-reveal: "Locked Scene")[ (You must befriend Otto in the sauna)]// ][[Try a pastry from the cart->TurnedtoDough]] [[Approach the excited scorpion->HungryScorpion]] [[Leave the Beastly Bistro->Deck 9 Elevators]]

''Frog Prince Pub'' You walk into the busy pub and see a wide range of people carousing. A ''massive ram'' gulps down pints of beer while a smaller sheep rubs his belly. Something inside it squirms. A group of hyenas cackle while a trembling antelope kneels, servicing them under the table. But your eyes are drawn to the (link-reveal: "eponymous frog")[(show: ?desc)] behind the bar, pouring drinks and conversing with customers.|desc)[ The big green Frog Prince smiles and laughs easily as he chats. His bulging eyes scan the room and rest on you several times. He wears a regal white outfit that stretches over his enormous belly, with a purple velvet cape, and a simple gold crown on his head.] [[Order a drink from the Frog Prince->MeetFrogPrince]](if: $friendfaeron is 1)[ [[Go to the bathroom to relieve yourself->Bathroom]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The ram transforms you into a living urinal.]]](else:)[ //(link-reveal: "Locked Scene")[ (You must befriend the Frog Prince)]//] [[Leave the pub->Deck 7 Elevators]]

''(if: $metrhodar is 1)[Rhodar](else:)[Rhino]'s Cabin'' You stand outside the rhino's door. His heaving grunts are punctuated by a woman's howling moans. You take a deep breath and knock, courage fading as you hear the squelching sound of his wet cock sliding out, followed by enormous stomping footsteps. The door opens, and ''a ten-foot tall rhino towers over you'', arms folded across his chest and cock dripping down juices into a pool at your feet. He glares down at you and asks, after a moment of tension, "What do you want, pint-size?" [[Apologize and try to leave->RhodarPositive]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Rhodar shrinks you, puts you in a condom, and fucks you into his wife.]] [[Yell at him->RhodarNegative]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Rhodar puts you in his mouth while he fucks his wife and gulps you down just as he cums.]] [[Just run->Deck 6 Elevators]](set: $metrhodar to 1)

''Fitness Center and Spa'' You step into the gym area and feel suddenly small. The place is full of muscled predators strutting about, but they seem to take little notice of you. You see an ''unoccupied treadmill'' your size, where you could run a bit. It never hurts to be faster than the big guys. But after the week you've had, you wonder if it wouldn't be better to try the ''sauna'' instead. [[Get in a workout->WalterWorkout]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ A daddy wolf will swallow you whole.]] [[Relax in the sauna->OttoSauna]] [[Go back to the elevators->Deck 6 Elevators]]

''Prey Showers'' Steam wafts out of the room when you open the doors, obscuring everything inside the expansive group shower. It's dim, and the light switch seems to be broken. It sounds like dozens of showerheads are running, but you can't hear anyone using them. You take a tentative step and say, "Hello?" Silence. You shrug and start to disrobe as you make your way to the nearest showerhead. You forget your worries and relax, washing away the unexpected stresses of this strange vacation. You let out a scream when a large, scaled hand squeezes your shoulder. You spin on your heel and find your face buried in the huge armored gut of an alligator. He smirks down at you and says, with a southern twang, "Sorry, little fella. I didn't mean to startle you." He releases your shoulder, and you stumble back to get the full measure of him. Standing over eight feet tall, ''the gator is a tower of muscle and fat'' with a colossal floppy cock swinging between his thighs. He leans down and holds out his hand. "Name's Asher." [[Shake Asher's hand->AsherPositive]] [[Sprint toward the door->AsherNeutral]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Asher transforms you into steam and inhales you.]] [[Kick Asher in the cock for a head start->AsherNegative]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Asher's cock devours you and turns you into gator cum, feeding you to an unexpected friend.]] [[Just run->Deck 5 Elevators]](set: $metasher to 1)

''Your Cabin'' You sigh and say, "Hopefully he'll stop soon. I'm exhausted." Buckley grunts disappointedly and shifts around, making the small bed creak under his weight. The rhino stomps and slams above you, grunting as his partner moans. He finally rises to a crescendo and stamps on the floor when he cums, but your hopes for quiet are dashed as his thrusts never even seem to slow. Still, you eventually manage to drift off to sleep as the thumping fades into the background of your mind. Hours later, a loud slurping sound wakes you in the quiet room. Your feet feel wet. You blink away your sleep, and realize something warm and slick has engulfed you up to your knees. You look down and see Buckley standing at the foot of your bed, his maw stretched wide around you. "What the fuck, Buckley?" You gasp as you uselessly struggle against the tugging of his throat. "You're a vegetarian!" He grins and grabs your hips to shove you deeper until his jaws clamp around your waist. Now that you're awake, he's free to moan and growl at the pleasant fullness of you in his mouth. He continues his wordless work. You scramble to grab something, anything, to pull against the gulping muscles of Buckley's throat, but he easily lifts you up into the air. "(link-reveal: "Stop it, Buckley! We're friends!")[(show: ?hidden)]"|hidden)[ ''Buckley leans his head back and holds you upright,'' letting gravity pull you down toward his growling belly, eagerly awaiting its savory meal. Your stomach disappears and you slap at his snout, but you freeze when he menacingly presses his sharp teeth against you. The bear holds your arms to your sides and shoves you downward until your head is snug between his jaws. Your feet dangle in the cavity of his stomach as he holds you there, eyes locked on yours. He rubs your bulge in his throat and reaches down to stroke his huge, leaking bear cock. "Don't you fucking dare," you threaten. He laughs around you. You squirm in his throat and it just makes him harder. Buckley grabs his cock in both hands and pumps it in a frenzy, squeezing his esophagus to slide you around. You try begging, "Please, Buckley, please just let me out. I won't tell anyone." But your desperation drives him over the edge. He paints the wall with a quart of cum in one gush, the smell filling your nostrils just before he gulps. His jaws shut above you. His body trembles with pleasure. He grunts as his insides slurp over you, dragging you down into the belly you've so long admired. Once you're safe inside, you feel Buckley pat his gut as he lets out a long, deafening belch. ''In the dim light, you see a bound and gagged rabbit, your friend Peter. Buckley said he disappeared when they went to lunch together that afternoon, but apparently he didn't go far.''(set: $peter to 1) Buckley's voice reverberates through the stomach walls. "Sorry, $name. I keep warning you guys I'm hungry. It's tough being packed in this tiny room with all you cute little snacks, and when my belly starts rumbling, I just can't help myself. I guess I'll be switching to a predator room next time." Buckley's gut jumps with excitement when it starts filling with digestive juices. He lies back down in bed, rubs himself, and teases, "You know, if I felt some wriggling in there I might feel generous, $name. Why don't you fuck Peter and I'll burp you up after?" You stare down at the helpless rabbit's fearful eyes and ask yourself, "Should I see where this goes or just give up?" [[Sodomize Peter ->BuckleyNegative-Epilogue]] | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:"Your Cabin")] ]

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''Prey Showers'' You shake Asher's massive hand and say, "Nice to meet you. I'm $name." The gator smiles. "You're a cute little morsel. Hard to believe you made it through the week." You recoil a bit, leering at Asher's enormous belly, but he lifts his palms apologetically and says, "I'm more of a lover than a fighter, $name." You notice his cock has begun to drool, rivulets of alligator precum running between your toes and down the drain. You smirk and say, "Clearly." Asher turns a different shade of green and laughs. "Guess he likes you." The gator kneels down and asks, "Would you mind if kissed you, $name?" You stammer, surprised, but he presses his mouth to yours. The gator's tongue fills you, stretching your jaw wide as he skillfully kisses you. You hardly even notice that he lifts you up into his arms. "Ahh," the gator sighs when your mouths part. "I'm afraid you've got me a bit riled up, little guy." He plops you down on top of his cock's mushroom head. It's big enough to feel more like a barstool than a sex organ. "Just relax and let ole Asher work." (link-reveal:"You protest")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[, "You're too big!" ''And it seems impossible, but the gator just keeps pressing his head to your ass.'' His precum floods inside your loosening hole and slicks his way. With one hand wrapped around your chest and the other on his cock, he keeps pushing his square peg against your round hole. And suddenly, with a pop and a gasp, Asher's inside you. "That's it, $name. Let daddy in." The gator rears his head back and lets out a satisfied growl as he allows your obscenely stretched body to adjust. He sits down with a booming thud as he starts pumping you up and down in both hands, like a living toy for his cock. Tears stream down your face as you moan with masochistic pleasure. You look down and watch your stomach bulge out as the gator rearranges your insides to his satisfaction. You hear a loud gurgle and you swear a muffled voice came from from Asher's gut. He distracts you with a powerful shove that distends your rib cage around his gator dick. Asher's precum starts flooding up your throat and into your mouth. With nowhere else to go, it drips out your lips and down your chin. The gator grins down at you and asks, "Don't you just wish you could stay down there forever?" With a throat full of precum, you can't speak. Do you… [[Nod your head->AsherPositiveA]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Asher transforms you into his cock.]] [[Shake your head->AsherPositiveB]]]

''Prey Showers'' You sprint past the monstrous creature and make for the door, but it's locked when you rattle it. You turn and find that the gator has disappeared into the steam. "Now, now, now," Asher's voice booms, echoing through the room, "it's a bit rude to run away in the middle of a greeting. Don't you think?" "I just want to go," you plead. "But you were enjoying this lovely steam just a moment ago. Doesn't it feel nice to suck down that humid air? That revitalizing vapor always reminds me of home." You remember there's another door on the other side. With one last glance around the opaque steam, you make a break for it. You see the door, just a few steps further, but when you reach for the handle, a clawed hand grasps you by the waist and lifts you off the ground. Face-to-face with Asher, he grins with all those terrible teeth and takes savoring breaths. He fixes his eyes on you and says, "Perhaps it //is// time to go. There's just one last matter to be resolved." He lifts you up to his snout and breathes deeply through his nostrils. "Mmmmmm," he whispers. "That's the stuff." "What—" you start to say until you notice the flimsiness of your voice, "(link-reveal: "—what are you doing to me?")[(show:?hidden)]"|hidden)[ ''Asher chuckles and takes another whiff'', but this time steam wafts off you into his nostrils. His enormous fingers dig into your fading body. With every sucking breath, your vision darkens as you feel his lungs squeezing around your gaseous body. Finally, the gator lifts your hollow shell up to his nostrils and sucks in the last of you. His insides hum with deep, satisfied breaths, but every exhale leaves you behind. His voice is all-encompassing. It makes your vaporous body tremble when he says, "You feel incredible. So steamy and satisfying. I'm going to absorb everything you are, all that rejuvenating moisture. You'll be mine, forever." As your consciousness fades, you reawaken behind Asher's eyes. Your essence merges with the gator's body and fuels him, leaving you forever a silent passenger in his mind. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''Prey Showers'' You slam your foot into Asher's manhood, but he just grins and laughs. Stunned, you look down to see your foot lodged between the gator cock's flaring lips. It slurps you up to your ankle like a helpless noodle. Asher crosses his arms over his chest and watches you try to pry yourself from the precum-gushing head. With a sudden squeeze, the cock throws you off balance and sends you tumbling to the ground. The head drags you toward it as it gulps down your knee. "He's such a glutton," the gator chuckles. "I really need to wear a 'Do Not Feed' sign as a belt. My cock is fat enough already, don't you think?" You kick at the head, but your other foot just ends up slurped down alongside the first. The gator groans as his massive cock engulfs your thighs and starts coating your hips with lubricating precum. You look up at Asher and shout, "Stop! Please." "I'm not doing anything, little fella," the gator insists. "Then help me!" "Oh, of course." he leans down and grabs you by the waist, lifting you from the grasp of unhappily groaning manhood. You grin up at the gator until you notice his cloying smile. "But, on the other hand, you felt lovely in there." "Please don't," you beg. "I'll make you a deal. Just let me enjoy this and I'll let you out. Scout's honor." Without delay, he shoves you back down and lets that enormous snake slide its lips over your legs, past your waist, and up across your chest. "Oh god," the gator moans. "You have no idea how satisfying that is." As his massive phallus hugs and squeezes around you, it's hard to deny the pleasure. But still, against his swollen head you pound your fists. He laughs and wags his cock. Your hand slips down into the ravenous chasm, and it grabs the other when you try to pull yourself free. Helpless, you're swallowed until his lips are squeezing your shoulders together. (link-reveal:"You look up past the gator's gut and protest")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[, "You said you'd let me out!" ''"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Asher says, rolling his eyes, "just stay right there."'' He knocks the air out of you when he firmly grips his shaft in both hands. "Oh fuck yeah," the gator mutters. "Can you feel your feet splashing around in my nuts?" You open your mouth to yell, but around you the gator cock belches up a flood of precum. You cough and sputter, shouting unintelligibly as he strokes himself. Asher slowly presses his thumb atop your head and pushes you down into his shaft. "Sorry, little guy," the gator groans. "I was never much of a Boy Scout." Your body numbs below you as it rapidly dissolves into gator cum. Asher squeezes, pushing up your head between his lips where you get one last look at the colossal, grunting gator before you melt. The gator groans, spraying thick ropes of you on the shower floor. Gallons and gallons of you pool on the floor as the gator stands over you, wringing every last drop from his enormous member. Too far from a drain to seep away, you watch helplessly as the gator grabs a towel and soaks you into it. "I bet my new boy would love to gulp you down. Let's bring you back to my cabin and you can finish your existence as a belly full of gator cum." [[Epilogue ->AsherNegative-Epilogue]] | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''Prey Showers'' The gator smiles wide, all his teeth glimmering in the dull light. He gloats, "I knew I'd get you. You're a little short, but I can always use more girth." Asher leans over and lets his saliva rain down onto your body as he grabs globs of precum from your open mouth. With every inch of you slick, he strokes your entire body. His cock starts tugging your insides along with it when it slides around. Giant gator hands squeeze you tight, folding your limbs up across your chest. Your skin takes on his dark green hue and Asher pumps his fist over you until you're the outer layer of an enormous gator cock. Your thoughts simplify into an obsessive desire to be touched by your master. Your little eyes perch on top of the gator's new, shiny cockhead, gazing up at the mighty creature as he lets out a guttural groan. His cum rushes up through your entire body and blasts out your lips in a moment more satisfying than a thousand of your own petty orgasms. "Look at that, you're not such a little guy anymore," Asher marvels as he grabs his jeans and stretches them around you. The world goes dark when he zips up, but you have a feeling the gator won't neglect you for long. [[Epilogue->AsherPositiveA-Epilogue]] | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]

''Prey Showers'' You shake your head, wary of the gator's sinister smile. He shrugs and says, "No harm done, little guy. I better lift you up a bit then." Asher grabs you tight and pulls you up until his tip is back against your stomach. You can feel your body clinging to his manhood as he pulls it away. You cringe as you realize you were already merging with the gator when he asked. He starts pumping you up and down, whipping you along his length now that your battered hole can offer no resistance. He rears his head and lets out a groan that echoes through the wet room. His shaft throbs and you watch your slender stomach stretch and swell, sloshing around with gallons of gator cum. By the time he finishes, the last bursts of his overflowing cum gush from your mouth like a fountain. Asher purrs as he pulls you off his dick and floods the floor with excess seed. He plops you down in the draining puddle of milky fluid and pats you on the head. "It was nice to meet you, $name, my little cum balloon. I'll see you around." You weakly say goodbye as the gator pulls on some jeans and walks out. You're leaking from everywhere and barely able to move, so you slump down on the wet floor and take a quick nap. When you wake, you're able to stand again now that the cum has absorbed into you or emptied down the drain. [[Head back to the elevators->Deck 5 Elevators]] (set: $friendasher to 1)

''Fitness Center and Spa'' You jump onto the treadmill and start going at a decent pace. It feels freeing to lose yourself and run for a bit. Endorphins lighten your mood, and you smile as you listen to the thumping gym music. A burly, graying wolf with a firm muscle gut catches your eye. With a younger wolf who looks just like him as his spotter, he lifts a stunning amount of weight. The sweat dripping down his shirtless chest makes you let out a little sigh that loudens when you spy the enormous bulge in his gym shorts. The older wolf sees you and smiles, mouth full of shining, sharp teeth. He walks up and stands on the other side of your treadmill's console. The wolf stands tall and you find yourself running face-first toward his bulge. "Good evening," he says softly. "I noticed you admiring me, so I figured I'd introduce myself. I'm Walter, and that's my son, Will, over there." The other wolf obliviously lifts a few heavy dumbbells. "I'm $name," you say, blushing and smiling up at the wolf as he rubs his fingers over his muscled gut. "A pretty name for a pretty face," Walter says with a smooth smile. He leans over you and looks down, tsking as he teases, "Oh, I bet a bite-size cutie like you can go faster than that. I love it when my food runs." He pumps up the speed, forcing you to push yourself. You were already a bit out of breath, but now you're gasping. "Can't last long." Walter licks his lips and his belly growls. He says, "Oh, you better run like your life is on the line. That's it. Let daddy smell your fear." He pumps up the speed again. (link-reveal: "You breathlessly protest")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[, "I can't—" ''The wolf grins. "You just need a bit of motivation."'' He turns over his shoulder. "Boy, I want to try something. Come spot me." Walter grabs a dripping towel from his waistband and rubs it up over his glistening furry chest. He hands it to Will and says, "Just keep upping the speed. You'll know what to do." Your legs leap in long, quick strides, but your lungs burn and your heart strains to keep up with this frenzied pace. Walter circles you and says, "Now, $name, just keep up the pace and you'll be fine. Otherwise, well, you'll see." The giant wolf kneels down at the end of your treadmill and his hot, excited breaths nip at your heels as glance back at him. "Faster," Walter growls, stretching his mouth wide open. Will turns up the speed until you start falling behind. The wolf's long tongue grazes you and his gut growls menacingly at the taste. ''Will squeezes the growing bulge in his own gym shorts. He looks strangely familiar when he grins down at you.'' The young wolf says, "You look thirsty." He lifts Walter's dripping towel over you and wrings it out. Wolfish sweat rains down, drenching you and slicking the treadmill so (link-reveal: "your feet slip with every step")[(show:?hidden2)].|hidden2)[ The young wolf wrings out his own damp towel and raises the speed until you slip and fall forward. Your body slams down on the track. Prone on your stomach, the treadmill sends you flying backward into Walter's waiting maw. Walter doesn't even swallow. You slide straight down his throat. The wolf lets out an ear-shattering belch and pats your bulge in his stomach. "What a satisfying end to the chase, don't you think?" Walter stands back up and squeezes his core muscles around you, squishing you into a tight ball. "Look at all that lean protein in my belly. Come on, Will. I feel like I could lift a thousand pounds with this little guy fueling my gut." The wolf's stomach works efficiently, and the more he exercises, the more eagerly his body digests you. You become just another layer of muscle on the powerful dad's frame. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)](set: $metwalter to 1)]]

''Sauna'' You pad over to the sauna with a towel around your waist. The dry heat washes over you when you walk in. You see (link-reveal: "a pudgy otter")[(show: ?desc)] sitting on one side and a black scorpion with his arm around a nervous, strangely-still mouse on the other.|desc)[ This enormous otter sits back with his eyes closed and hands clasped over his big belly. The fur on his burly chest is turning gray. His towel is flung over his shoulder, giving you a full view of an otter cock as long as your arm.] Taking a seat beside the otter, you notice the scorpion's stinger dug into the mouse's back. The shiny, black-carapaced creature grins at you and says, "Completely paralyzed." "I'm trying to relax over here," the otter growls in a deep voice. "Can't you finish your dinner somewhere else?" "Fine," the scorpion hisses as he lifts up his prey and makes for the door. He stops and looks at you. "Otto didn't get a belly that big eating salad." The otter rolls his eyes. He strokes his gut until it gurgles and a little hand presses up, distending his skin. "See? I've already had my dinner. What's your name, little guy?" "$name," you answer as you stare in awe at the otter's wriggling stomach. "What… what's in there?" Otto grabs you and presses your ear to his belly. "Why don't you guess?" You hear a muffled voice pleading. The otter's stomach growl gloatingly, drowning out its prey's feeble cries. "A fish?" You suggest. The otter grins. He frees your head but scoots you over to wrap his arm around your shoulder. "Good guess," he praises, "but that mouse came in with a friend and he was delicious." "Then why'd you ask the scorpion to leave?" Otto smiles down at you. "Maybe I wanted a little privacy." He lifts you into his lap, draping you over his gut. "You know, a belly rub would be nice, if you don't mind." [[Rub Otto's belly->OttoPositive]] [[Refuse->OttoNegative]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Otto turns you into a cream-filled snack.]](set: $metotto to 1)(set: $metsayid to 1)

''Sauna'' You wrap your arms around the otter's rotund stomach. You hug and massage it as hee leans back and folds his hands behind his head. He lets out a booming belch and smiles. You feel the mushy shape of the mouse as the quiet whines go silent. He squishes like mashed potatoes when you squeeze him, and Otto moans as his gut growls happily. "You've got talented little hands. No wonder you haven't been spared. I'd let you rub my belly after every meal," Otto admits, closing his eyes. "I've never felt someoneone be digested before." You admit, "It was… incredible." Otto speaks reverently. "Too bad you're not bigger. There's nothing better having a little creature melting down to fuel your gut. It's the most powerful feeling in the world." The otter's shaft suddenly bumps up against your ass in his lap. He grins. "And nothing makes me hornier. Go ahead and get down on your knees for Daddy Otto." [[Kneel for the otter->OttoPositiveA]] [[Refuse to blow him->OttoPositiveB]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Otto transforms you into his sentient belly.]]

''Sauna'' "I don't think I want to rub your belly," you whisper meekly. Otto's smile disappears and he growls, "Fine. I can find another use for you." You try to wriggle away, but he grasps you around the waist. He leans down and engulfs your head in his expansive maw, teeth dripping with saliva when he tastes you. He clenches his jaws around your neck and lifts you from his lap to the waiting head of his erect cock. Its gushing precum slicks the way when Otto shoves you down and splits you open. Your shouts and cries echo in his mouth. His tongue shakes with laughter and slaps against your face. You punch at his chest and belly, but he just murmurs around you, "Mmmmmm, I love a struggle." You helplessly sink down his shaft until it's buried deep enough to stretch the skin over your flat stomach. He gulps your head down and clamps his jaws around your chest. Otto lets your head pop out of his throat just long enough to thrust his cock up to push you back down it. He clamps his jaws against your chest and drags you along his shaft. He chuckles and shoves you back down until your ass is buried in the pillowy bulk of his huge nuts. You push up on his stomach, and it ushers you down his throat. You push down from his jaw, and it sinks you on his cock. Otto laughs at your Sisyphean struggle and you give up, you submit. (link-reveal: "You massage his massive gut. You feel it gurgle and growl as it finishes its meal.")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''You feel a glimmer of hope'' when Otto pulls you entirely out of his mouth, but he lets out an acidic belch that sprays your face in warm, rank air until a half-digested towel flies out and slaps you across the face. He pulls it off you, grins, and gulps you back down. Otto folds himself up, fucking you so far down his throat that you can hear the insides of his belly bubbling below. He moans and lets out staccato grunts. His manhood swells inside you. A flood of cum fills you up, stretching the otter's esophagus around you. With one last punching thrust, he throws you off his cock and down into his belly. Cum rains down on you, drenching your fur as he gobbles down the rest of his load. You angrily push against the firm walls. Otto lets out a booming burp and pats you in his gut as he says, "Struggle all you like, my cream-filled little dessert, but you're about to be otter pudge and there's nothing anyone can do about that." [[Epilogue ->OttoNegative-Epilogue]] | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''Sauna'' "There's a good boy," Otto purrs as you hop off his lap and kneel on the ground beneath his enormous cock. "Daddy's going to feed you the next best thing to prey." You have to stretch your jaw just to take the otter's head in your mouth, but when it touches your tongue, you're hooked. He gushes precum onto your tastebuds and makes your little dick hard as you grasp him in both hands. Otto continues where you left off, rubbing his gut, as you lap at his manhood. "I think he likes it." He suggests and you moan in agreement. "Suck me deep. Make Daddy Otto happy and he'll reward you with a nice, warm meal." You inch down his shaft, but don't make it far before his swollen head is stuck at the entrance to your throat. The big otter gently tugs you toward him. In small, slow motions, his head stretches you open, but whenever you try to pull back, Otto holds you still. He steals centimeters until there's a loud pop and you feel his head sink into your throat. "That's it," Otto moans. "Submit to that big dick. Your throat belongs around it. Just think of it as practice for gulping down a little wriggling prey. Maybe I could sneak you somethign small if you prove yourself." The otter never stops pulling you toward him, burrowing deep down your throat as you jaw strains around his rigid shaft. You're forced up off your knees by the angle he sinks down into your chest. (link-reveal: "You gaze up in awe at the handsome, powerful otter.")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''Otto's stomach gurgles.'' He belches and spits up a half-melted towel with a sheepish smile. "I guess I really did swallow that mouse quick." After a few more inches, your face smushes against Otto's gut, with enormous otter nuts cushioning your chin. You feel his cock slip into your little stomach and start pumping it full of precum. He gropes your neck to squeeze his shaft there. "You're a natural, little guy," Otto praises, patting you on the head. He flexes his cock and it lifts you up off your feet as he leans back. Impaled, your legs dangle uselessly as he points his cock toward the ceiling. "I'm getting close." There isn't much you can do anymore, upside down with his hands around you, sliding you along his shaft. You rub your hands into his giant nut sack and tremble with strange pleasure as his head rubs back and forth at the entrance to your stomach. Otto's cock rumbles, shaking through your entire body, as a rush of cum flies through his shaft. Otto moans while his manhood belches out floods of seed into your belly. You swell up and weigh down his powerful cock until it starts tilting down toward the floor. He caresses your head as your belly comes to rest on the ground between his feet. "Look at you," he marvels. "I filled you up like a damn condom. Good to know you stomach can grow to the occasion. I'd love to feed you a little piece of prey and then drown it with cum inside you." The otter slowly softens until his head flops out of your mouth and you let out a loud belch. Otto grins. You blush and lie back on the ground as he teases you gushy gut with his paws. You drift off to sleep and wake up to an empty sauna, with "See you around" written on your chest in dried otter cum. [[Rinse off and make your way out->Deck 6 Elevators]]](set: $friendotto to 1)

''Sauna'' Otto shrugs at your refusal and lets you continue stroking his stomach. His cock bounces up against you, but your ignore it and press your face back to the round otter belly. "You really do love my gut. Don't you little guy?" "It's just so big and warm." The otter holds the back of your head, rubbing you against himself. His stomach gurgles as he says, "I think he likes you too. Kiss him, boy." You reluctantly press your mouth to Otto's furry flesh. It feels soft on your lips, and you venture a timid lick. But you're startled when your fingers suddenly sink into his fur like quicksand. You try to pull your mouth from the otter's gut, but he holds you still until his fur clings to your lips. Your tongue sinks into him and pulls you down with it. "A reward, for my sweetest little belly rubber. You get to see how it feels to be at the top of the food chain, even if from an unusual point of view." Otto pushes you down, submerging your face in his hungry gut, and ushers the rest of your body along with it. (link-reveal: "The last thing you feel is the warm, dry air of the sauna on your struggling toes.")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''But your vision blurrily returns'', staring out at the empty sauna. You hear gurgling in your ears and a hungry growl in your throat. Big otter hands rub over you and a mushy mouse melts inside you. Otto leans down and looks at you admiringly. "Oh, you are perfect. Look at how big and swollen you are now. You added a good two inches to my gut." He reaches down and strokes his enormous cock, slapping it up against your face and splashing you with precum. "But I bet you're hungry. Aren't you?" You growl loudly. The mouse isn't enough. You need something wriggling inside you. Otto smiles and stands, letting you jiggle as he walks. He says, "Don't worry. Let's go up to the bistro and splurge on a night of all you can eat." You spend the long evening filled with wriggling prey. You churn and digest them, endlessly hungry and given unending pleasure from your devouring. You growl when Otto denies you. He brings a smaller otter back to his room and pounds the night away as you fuel his inexhaustible libido. You've never felt more satisfied. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''Rhodar's Cabin'' "S-sorry," you stammer as you back away, "I must be in the wrong room." The rhino smirks dangerously. "No, little guy. I think you've come to the right place after all." You turn to run, but he grabs you by the back of your shirt and lifts you off the ground. He raises you to his flaring nostrils and huffs out hot breaths. "Yes, you'll do nicely." He carries you back into the room and slams the door behind him. You see a woman on the bed, a tall, slender giraffe. He plops you down between her legs and kneels on the bed, his enormous manhood looming over you. The rhinos squeezes his shaft until a huge glob of cum drips out and splatters down your face. The world spins as rhino cum runs over your body, and in a blur you see everything growing around you. When the spinning sensation stops, you're cemented in a puddle of cum the size of a swimming pool. Rhodar reaches down with deft fingers to pluck you up. His voice booms like thunder. "Look at you, little bug. This is going to be great." You look to his other hand as he tears open a package and unfurls the biggest condom you've ever seen. He holds you over its mouth and sends you tumbling down into the latex prison. "I wouldn't usually let another man inside my wife, but this seems like an exception." (link-reveal:"You pound against the walls and beg him to let you go.")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''But the rhino ignores you.'' He lifts and licks you through the condom with a smirk before wrapping the condom over his gargantuan cock. The latex stretches obscenely as his blunt head burrows down toward you. You scramble but there's nowhere to go. But the cock doesn't crush you, it just pins you into the stretchy latex at his tip. He drenches you in precum as he shuffles forward and lowers himself atop the giraffe. The world disappears as you sink inside his wife's warm, dripping cunt, shoved deeper and deeper at the tip of the rhino cock until you feel her body shift under his weight. Just like before, he stomps, grunts, and moans, but it's a thousand times louder as the sounds reverberate through the rutting couple's titanic bodies. The fucking seems more frenzied than ever. The rhino laughs and taunts you, his voice booming through flesh, "You're going to drown in my cum, little bug. I'm going to crush you into oblivion with my godly cock. How does it feel to be so insignificant?" (link-reveal: "You just sigh and sink against the condom.")[(show:?hidden2)]|hidden2)[ ''The enormous rhino phallus punches against you over and over'', swelling up your prison with precum as he gets closer to his big finish. "Here it comes, whelp," the rhino roars. "Savor your last moments of existence." With a thud like an earthquake, the rhino sinks himself into his wife and floods your condom prison. The latex stretches and groans with pressure. As his cum engulfs you, your vision starts to spin again and you gasp as you keep on shrinking until the rhino's cock is large as a planet. His voice sounds like an echo through the cosmos. A sudden bang like a supernova sends you tumbling around in the white milky fluid as the condom finally breaks and sends your world flushing into the giraffe. Rhino sperm wriggles past all around you, jostling for position as they race to fertilize the warm pussy. The last thing you see is a sperm's gaping maw charging at you before it gulps you down and uses your energy to surge forward past the rest. As you digest in the belly of a rhino's sperm, it uses your essence to fertilize his wife's egg. [[Epilogue -> RhodarPositive-Epilogue]] | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]]

''Rhodar's Cabin'' "Can you keep it the fuck down?" You shout in the rhino's face. "People are trying to sleep." He laughs in your face and lifts you off the ground, shoveling your whole body into his mouth before he shuts the door and walks back to bed. Between his jaws, you catch a glimpse of a tall, slender giraffe woman waiting for him. "Who was it, Rhodar?" She asks. The rhino opens his mouth to show you off. He gurgles, "Room service." She grins as he climbs atop her and sinks back into her pussy. His mouth shuts as he leans forward and you're bludgeoned against his enormous teeth. Rhodar's plays with you, bouncing your body against the walls of his mouth as he fucks with his tongue, his moans reverberating around you. "Does he taste good?" She asks. "Oh yes," Rhodar murmurs, his tongue jostling you. "Good lord," she howls. "You fuck like a god when you've got someone wriggling around inside you." "You hear that?" The rhino buries his cock and grunts, pulling you to the back of his throat and threatening to swallow. "You're food for a god tonight, you insignificant whelp. You should thank me." "(link-reveal: "Fuck you")[(show:?hidden)]," you shout.|hidden)[ "Sorry, guys aren't my thing." The rhino laughs as he pins your body between his teeth and slowly grinds them down on you. "Now thank me, whelp." You howl and cry out, "Thank you!" "For what?" "Thank you for devouring me, mighty rhino god!" You exclaim a little too convincingly. "Please swallow me down to become fat on your perfect belly." The rhino releases you from his teeth, slaps his gut, and says to his wife, "See? I told you I don't need to go on a diet." "Doctor Ferris says otherwise," the giraffe retorts, but her hands lovingly stroke his stomach. Rhodar growls. "You want me to swallow him, baby?" His body shakes around you as he pounds her pussy and stamps his feet. "You want to feel this little guy wriggling in my belly?" The giraffe howls in the throes of orgasm. "Yes!" With a pronounced gulp, the rhino drags you down his throat as he moans. The moment you plop down in the pool of his belly, you feel his heart thunder and his insides roar as he pumps his wife full of rhino cum. Her hands stroke you through his belly long after he falls still atop her. "Happy anniversary, my love," Rhodar coos as he strokes the giraffe's cheek. His gut gurgles with digestive fluids, numbing you as he slumps down onto his wife. You're crushed under his weight. He grunts and adjusts himself, but it isn't long before you're surrounded by the deafening sound of rhino snores as his stomach turns you to pudge. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

Same show but magician recognizes you from earlier. Creates a mirror image who fucks you until the magician swallows you both mid-coitus

|friendlog)[<div class="friendlog">''Friend Log'' You came on this cruise with seven friends, and six have gone missing. Their fates will be tracked here. (if: $billysaved is 1)[''Billy Otterson:'' Rescued ](else-if: $billy is 1)[''Billy Otterson:'' Tied up in Asher's Cabin ](else:)[''Billy Otterson:'' Missing ](if: $chrissaved is 1)[''Chris Flamelick:'' Saved ](else-if: $chris is 1)[''Chris Flamelick:'' Found ](else:)[''Chris Flamelick:'' Missing ](if: $harrysaved is 1)[''Harry Blackfeather:'' Rescued ](else-if: $harry is 1)[''Harry Blackfeather:'' Hypnotized as Oliver's assistant ](else:)[''Harry Blackfeather:'' Missing ](if: $isaacsaved is 1)[''Isaac Pinktail:'' Rescued ](else-if: $playerpred is 1)[''Isaac Pinktail:'' Pudge on your belly ](else-if: $isaac is 1)[''Isaac Pinktail:'' Kidnapped by Otto ](else:)[''Isaac Pinktail:'' Missing ](if: $petersaved is 1)[''Peter Swiftfoot:'' Rescued ](else-if: $peter is 1)[''Peter Swiftfoot:'' Trapped in Buckley's Belly ](else:)[''Peter Swiftfoot:'' Missing ](if: $willsaved is 1)[''Will Moonhowl:'' Happy with Walter ](else-if: $will is 1)[''Will Moonhowl:'' Transformed by Walter ](else:)[''Will Moonhowl:'' Missing ]</div>]|predatorlog)[<div class="predatorlog">''Predator Log'' These are some of the most notable predators for you to meet and 'befriend'. (if: $friendasher is 1)[''Asher:'' Friend ](else-if: $metasher is 1)[''Asher:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Asher:'' Stranger ](if: $friendbuckley is 1)[''Buckley:'' Friend ](else-if: $metbuckley is 1)[''Buckley:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Buckley:'' Stranger ](if: $frienddrakon is 1)[''Drakon:'' Friend ](else-if: $metdrakon is 1)[''Drakon:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Drakon:'' Stranger ](if: $friendemerson is 1)[''Emerson:'' Friend ](else-if: $metemerson is 1)[''Emerson:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Emerson:'' Stranger ](if: $friendfaeron is 1)[''Faeron:'' Friend ](else-if: $metfaeron is 1)[''Faeron:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Faeron:'' Stranger ](if: $friendoliver is 1)[''Oliver:'' Friend ](else-if: $metoliver is 1)[''Oliver:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Oliver:'' Stranger ](if: $friendotto is 1)[''Otto:'' Friend ](else-if: $metotto is 1)[''Otto:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Otto:'' Stranger ](if: $friendrhodar is 1)[''Rhodar:'' Friend ](else-if: $metrhodar is 1)[''Rhodar:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Rhodar:'' Stranger ](if: $friendsayid is 1)[''Sayid:'' Friend ](else-if: $metsayid is 1)[''Sayid:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Sayid:'' Stranger ](if: $friendwalter is 1)[''Walter:'' Friend ](else-if: $metwalter is 1)[''Walter:'' Acquaintance ](else:)[''Walter:'' Stranger] </div>]

''Frog Prince Pub'' The Frog Prince smiles as you approach the bar. He asks, "What's your pleasure, my good man?" |choice1>["(link-reveal: "Just a water, please.")[(show: ?water)(show: ?frog)(replace: ?choice1)["Just a water, please."]]" "(link-reveal: "I'll have a beer.")[(show: ?beer)(show: ?frog)(replace: ?choice1)["I'll have a beer."]]" "(link-reveal: "It's been a long day.")[(show: ?shot)(show: ?frog)(replace: ?choice1)["It's been a long day."]]"] |water)["A lightweight, huh?" The frog chuckles as he pours you a glass. "To each his own." You gratefully take the glass and drink as the frog speaks. ]|beer)["Old reliable," he says as he pours, pushing a pint in front of you. "Drink up, friend." It's refreshing and it pleasantly dulls the stress. ]|shot)["Watch yourself, little guy," the frog warns as he pours a pair of murky shots. "Plenty of hungry bellies around here just waiting to be filled." He rubs his own with a grin. He hands you one shot glass and holds the other. He says, "Cheers, friend." You clink and gulp down the liquid, feeling its burn all the way down to your stomach. But it feels good to forget about things for a moment. ]|frog)["I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Faeron, or Prince Faeron if you prefer," the frog says, offering his hand. His handshake is strong, and not as slimy as you expected. You introduce yourself, "I'm $name." "Welcome to the Frog Prince Pub, $name," Faeron says as he pours a fresh drink for a tall coyote beside you. "What brings you here tonight?" [[I need more drinks->FaeronDrunk]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Faeron gets you drunk until you're swollen. He soaks you in liquor and uses you as an edible garnish for the captain's nightcap.]] [[Just passing a few minutes->FaeronSober]]](set: $metfaeron to 1)

''Asher's Jeans'' Imprisoned in Asher's jeans, you blindly listen as he struts about the ship. His belly occasionally growls. When he rubs it, your mouth fills with precum. You hear the ding of an elevator. He walks through noisy crowds of people, all oblivious to anything but the shape of you. It gets a bit quieter—calm conversations and the distant sizzling of a kitchen. Your alligator owner slumps down heavily in a chair and rests a hand on his bulge, caressing your head. Someone says, "Hey Asher. Where you been?" "Let me guess," another interrupts, "gobbling down steamed squirrel in the showers again?" Asher's gut growls hungrily and there's a chorus of laughter as another counters, "I guess not." Asher leans back in his chair and frames you with his fingers as he says, "I gave my waistline a break today and added a few inches somewhere else." Amidst chuckles, a voice eagerly admits, "Damn, Asher. I wouldn't mind a taste of that." "Be my guest," Asher offers. You hear a shuffling across the floor. Someone unbuttons and unzips his jeans, and you spill out like a tsunami of flesh. A black labrador licks his chops as he gapes at you. Precum spurts from your mouth and the dog sticks out his long red tongue to catch it. Asher flags down a waiter. You slide along the dog's tongue into the darkness of his throat, milking you until a river of precum runs out your lips. The dog moans as he bobs up and down along your girth. The sensation robs you of everything but the urge to flood this good boy's belly with gator cum. The group converses, Asher speaking evenly between occasional grunts of pleasure, but you can't make out the words over the squelching sound of the dog's mouth. A plate clatters on the table and Asher grunts, "Let my cock see. I want him to see." The dog pulls off, lifting your hefty mass up to the table where you see a platter full of wriggling fish, crabs, and shrimp staring helplessly back at you as Asher licks his lips. Asher grins as he lifts a struggling trout and places it on his tongue. You flex with excitement at the reverberating sensations of the creature jumping around between the gator's jaws. The black lab swallows you back down just as Asher overpowers the fish with a loud gulp. He stuffs his mouth full of live prey, swallowing whole mouthfuls to let you feel them wriggle all the way down. Eventually, he lifts the half-empty platter and tilts it toward his gaping jaws. Dozens of creatures slide down his gullet until his stomach is swollen with desperate prey. All future gator pudge. He rubs his belly, pressing fingers into the struggling food inside, and you can't take it any longer. You lips stretch open and your body swells in the dog's throat. You belch out gallons of gator seed into the lab's hungry, waiting stomach just as your master lets out a booming, fishy burp of his own. Your head spins as the orgasm comes to a finish, and Asher's friend slurps the last drops of seed off of you before pulling off with a huge grin. "That was incredible," the dog pants up at Asher. Your vision starts to blur and darken. Words turn to meaningless noise as you soften and slumber. Asher returns you to your home, safe in his jeans, until you're rested and ready to wake up again for another round. You find you rather like life as this gator's cock. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]

''Otto's Stomach'' You slosh around in a pool of cum in the otter's gut as he waddles, imbalanced by your added weight. At first, you continue your struggle against his powerful stomach walls, but Otto growls and squeezes his muscles around you until you're crushed into a ball. "Now calm down in there unless you want this to hurt." You submit and relax in his belly stress fading with every beat of his heart. A shower casacades down over him, the tiny collisions reverberating around you like a thin building on a rainy day. He rubs you as he rinses off his cum, smiling as he scoops up the little splotch you didn't even know you'd shot on his gut while he fucked you. "It's not so bad," you whisper, convincing yourself. "It's not so different from the sauna." You snuggle up in Daddy Otto's hugging gut while he walks, steadying you with his hands as he makes his way into the elevator. "Nice belly," a little voice says. "Is there someone…?" Otto slaps his gut proudly. He squeezes it to show off your shape inside as he says, "Oh yeah. A little creamy dessert I whipped up. Go ahead. Touch him." "Damn," a louder voice exclaims alongside a quiet chorus of agreeable chattering. "Look at him wriggle." Several hands rub and prod you through Otto's belly, making you squirm and whine. The elevator fills with the sound of growling stomachs, and then shared laughter. Otto chuckles and leans down to talk to you through his gut, "What do you think, little guy? Where can these hungry fellas find more like you?" You stay silent, but he crushes the walls in on you again until you cry out, "Room 564! There's a prey party in 564 tonight." Otto pats you his gut and says, "Good boy. Sounds like there's a feast waiting for you guys." The elevator dings and Otto waddles out as the rest of the occupants impatiently make their way down to Deck 5. The belly gurgles around you and starts gushing a numbing digestive fluid. Otto belches and says, "I better hurry. Looks like my gut's getting feisty." You hear the slapping of quick otter feet as you slosh back and forth, battered against the walls. There's a moment of weightlessness after Otto takes a great leap. With a loud splash, he belly flops into the pool and lets the surface tension of the water smack against you. He courses through the water effortlessly and eventually floats on his back with hands kneading at you. His stomach gurgles again, flooding the chamber now. Your body is numb, but you can faintly feel Otto's fingers squishing into your softening form. There's a strange sense of calm as your arms and legs turn to mush in his hands. His eager belly keeps churning until you're a small, motionless puddle of former flesh. Otto's stomach absorbs what's left of you as your consciousness fades and you become nothing but another layer of rubbable pudge on the otter's enormous gut. He lets out one last belch and starts pondering a late night snack down in room 564. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] (set: $fivesixfour to 1)

''Rhodar's Wife's Womb'' Your consciousness slowly reawakens over the course of months in the warm, nourishing body of your new mother. Your memories are vague at first. You gulp down nutrients and have just the strange sense that you used to have another life. But by the time your body begins to fully form, you remember what Rhodar did to you. You recognize the grunts, groans, and squelching thrusts from outside as the rhino's lovemaking. You imagine you should be angry, but when you finally look up at Rhodar's warm, smiling face when he pulls you from your mother, you feel nothing but love for your father, for the man who will protect and raise you. When he takes a picture of the three of you together in the delivery room, you see your new body. You look just like him. As you grow up, you get a new life. Rhodar treats you like his son, because that's all you are to him, and that makes it easy to be that person even if there's someone else buried deep inside you. Father teaches you to be strong, to be a manly rhinoceros who demands the respect and submission of others. By the time you grow into a man, you barely remember $name. You're Rhodan now. And one day, when father brings a fat, struggling pig home, your mouth waters. It's finally your time to prove yourself. He's shown you a hundred times, let you watch him consume a piece of prey and put your hands on his gut to feel it wriggling in there. But finally, father shows you to be who you were meant to be. He guides you as you shovel the enormous pig between your jaws and gulp it down your throat until the fat creature is snug in your growing gut. You forget all the fear you had as $name, because now you don't need to fear anyone. You are at the top of the food chain. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]

''Asher's Cum Rag'' Asher balls up the towel to stop you from dripping out. He walks quickly, his belly growling, toward the elevator and makes his way up to a cabin on one of the top floors. He kicks open the door and hurries inside. You hear a familiar voice in the distance, begging to be untied, but Asher grabs an empty pitcher and goes into the bathroom. He wrings you out with a grin and says, "I'll be back. My dinner time comes first." Time has little meaning when you're just a pitcher full of cum, but still it feels like a long while before Asher returns. You see his belly wriggling with something freshly swallowed when he picks you up and gives you a sniff. "You made for a potent load, little fella. A perfect meal for my boy." ''When he carries you out, you see your friend Billy, a short otter who never came back from his shower, tied up on the bed.'' Billy stares at you with an unfamiliar look of hunger. Asher says, "I saved you some leftovers, my pet. What do you say?" "Thank you, master," Billy smacks his lips as Asher brings you closer. You try to jump, to cry out, to gurgle, to anything, but after all cum isn't exactly known for its loquaciousness. "I found him in the showers, but he wasn't as friendly as you," Asher says as he tips the pitcher over Billy's open maw. "He was a great load though." You helplessly spill down into Billy's mouth. He swirls you around, savoring your taste. The otter gurgles, "Oh god, he's delicious," as he gulps down that first mouthful and you start pooling in his little belly. Asher tips the pitcher, letting you fill Billy's mouth untl you're dripping down his chin as he hungrily swallows. Your vision splits between the darkness of the otter's belly and the sight of your friend guzzling mouthfuls of your cummy body. As the last of you spills down into Billy's mouth, you look up at Asher's grinning face. The otter shuts his jaws and gulps you down. You slosh around in your friend's stomach when Asher pushes him back on the bed and fucks the otter's tight hole. The gator's enormous cock presses against your fleshy prison as your friend digests you. In your last moments of consciousness, you feel a new flood of gator cum filling up Billy's belly to replace you. At least you found your friend, and you feel closer to him than ever. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)](set: $billy to 1)(set: $billypudge to 1)

''Buckley's Belly'' You feel a stirring in your pants. Your face twists into a grin as you strip off your clothes and push the rabbit face-down across the floor of Buckley's massive gut. The bear rubs his belly and coos, "Aww. Fuck yeah, $name. Give it to him." Peter squirms as you lie atop his diminutive body and rub your cock at the tight, fuzzy hole beneath his tail. He whimpers into his gag when you sink into him. You feel powerful. You wrap your arms around the rabbit and pump your hips against him. Buckley groans and shakes his gut, drenching and tumbling you around inside him. You hold Peter tight against your chest and keep bucking at his ass as the bear plays with you. Outside, Buckley strokes his reawakened cock. His heavy heartbeats hasten as you pound the rabbit. The belly gurgles around you and Buckley lets out a belch that closes in his stomach walls until you and Peter are pinned against each other. "You were always my favorite, $name." Buckley booms. "A little edge of nastiness on you." You grin as you slam against the rabbit and agree, "Yeah, we should do this again." "About that…" Buckley demurs. "I like you, but I'd still like you better as pudge." "What the fuck, man?" You growl, channeling your frustration into your thrusts. The rabbit groans. His body starts feeling strangely squishy when you clash against him. "You promised!" "I did," the bear chuckles. "But don't bother arguing. You only have a few minutes left. Wouldn't you rather enjoy them?" All your anger rushes through your cock, fueling furious thrusts as the bear belly squeezes you both into mush. Buckley grunts and groans, pumping his fist over his enormous cock. His belly clenches as he lets out a roar and paints its surface with cum. The oppressive walls smash you and Peter together, pushing you over the edge to a dizzying orgasm. Your cum floods into the dazed rabbit as Buckley rubs his dripping belly. You try to lift yourself off Peter, but you can't even separate your bodies. You're mashed into a paste as the stomach walls mix you two together. Buckley snores away in the empty cabin and dreams of all the tasty morsels he'll get to eat now that he's embraced his true nature. Too bad you never got to explore yours. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:"Your Cabin")]

''Frog Prince Pub Bathroom'' You quietly make your way to the restroom at the back of the Frog Prince Pub and just start unzipping at the urinal when the door slams open behind you. The ram from outside, belly still wriggling with his drunken prey, stands with his enormous manhood hanging out his open pants. It drips on the floor as he approaches you, his bladder brimming with recycled beer. Heart racing, you zip back up and make for the door. A massive hand bars your way as the ram says, "It's your lucky day." "Why?" "Faeron told me how obedient you were, $name. He said you'd do just about anything for a powerful predator. I have my boy outside for most everything, but he's left one role for you. Strip, boy." You try to push past him again, but this time he slams you back against the urinal so hard the porcelain cracks. You cry out as he tears off your clothes and gulps them down threateningly. A pool of leaking ram piss gushes toward you across the tile floor as he lifts his heavy cock. He demands, "Thank Daddy Roderick for letting you drink his piss, $name." A torrent of his warm brew hits like you a firehose, drenching you as it rushes up your nose and down your throat. You gurgle an incoherent, "Thank you," in the hopes that he'll be merciful, but the ram's stream just batters you back against the wall and then onto the ground as he cackles over you. "I knew you'd like it," the ram declares. He aims up and down across your body, pummeling every inch of you before fixing on your mouth. He force-feeds you gallons of piss until your belly is so heavy it pins you to the steaming tile floor. "You know, I do feel bad about wrecking Faeron's urinal." Roderick pauses, pinching off his stream as he tears away the broken porcelain behind you. His dripping head rubs against your face as he looms over you. You barely catch your breath before he lifts you up off the floor and pushes your ass down over the unoccupied drain pipe against the wall. You gasp as the cold metal slides into you. "This place needed a retrofit anyway. A live urinal would be a great start." The ram shoves two of his fingertips into your mouth and stretches your jaw impossibly wide. He admires his handiwork as he rises back to his full height and aims his cock at your gaping mouth. His piss rushes through your insides, your swollen belly leaking down through your intestines until the ram's piss spills down the drain in your ass. Your organs become nothing but plumbing for this ram's waste. You try to lean forward, to escape, but the power of his stream pins you back. As the liquid courses through you, you feel yourself changing. Your flesh hardens and your arms pins to your sides as your legs fold up against your chest. You cement against the wall and begin to feel a rush of satisfaction as you endlessly gulp down Roderick's recycled beer. Your still-squishy tongue wriggles pleadingly, eager for the now-irresistible taste. You stare up at the powerful ram and feel deeply pleased to be serving him. Roderick grins down at you and says, "Damn. That was fucking exhilarating." His ram cock has grown to its full, rigid size, so he strokes it. Grunting and groaning as piss and precum drip down into you, he hardly lasts a minute before he blasts your mouth again. He empties his heavy nuts inside you and you hungrily gulp it down. He zips back up and grunts, "I'm going to go shotgun a keg and get right back in here." Behind the ram, you see a line of men waiting. There are three other urinals, but they all have their sights set on you. For hours, you drink down piss from wolves, sharks, rhinos, and even your friend Buckley, who stumbles in so drunk he doesn't even recognize you. The bear's stream is the first one too powerful for you to keep up with, spilling down your chin as he blithely hoses you down. Finally, Faeron comes in with a satisfied grin. "I'm glad to see you're making yourself useful, my little servant. You've been great for business. My patrons are gulping down drinks faster than I've ever seen just to fill their bladders. Speaking of…" Faeron unzips his fly and fishes out a long frog cock that makes your mouth water. He plants his hands on his hips and feeds you with a smile on his face. "Right where you belong." Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]

''Frog Prince Pub'' "I need to forget about my problems," you explain. Faeron grins and says, "Well, you've come to the right place. You won't have a care in the world once I'm done with you." He slides you a glass full of swirling liquors. The drinks are so sweet you hardly feel like you're drinking until your head begins to spin. Yet your glass never seems to empty, and the more you drink, the deeper it looks and the heavier it feels. "It seems you enjoy my special brew," the Frog Prince says with a smile. "It's a mixture of my own secretions, balanced to perfection and placed in an enchanted cup of my own design that shall never empty." You wince at the notion of drinking the frog's juices, but you can't seem to stop. The glass becomes too heavy to hold. Your head spins as you dunk your face into the drink. Even when your stomach starts to swell, you keep gulping down mouthfuls of the sweet liquor. Faeron struggles to conceal his glee as he watches you and slowly looms larger. Your glass gets so enormous, or rather you become so diminutive, that you're forced to climb up on the growing bar. It's all too easy when the frog finally flicks a finger and sends you tumbling in face first, submerged from head to foot in his brew. You look up at the titanic frog's face, grinning down as you splash around. His voice booms. "Excellent. Let it soak in." He glances at his watch and adds, "A very special customer will be here soon and you will make the perfect garnish for his cocktail." Faeron leaves you there to swim around, barely awake in your inebriated stupor. You shout gibberish at patrons who sidle up to the bar and they just smirk down at you. A weasel tries to pluck you out, but the Frog Prince's tongue lashes around his wrist. Faeron growls, "That one is reserved, I'm afraid." It's late in the evening when the Frog Prince finally returns and carefully extracts you. He wraps you in a massive lemon twist and sets you afloat in an oversized martini glass filled with a thick crimson mixture of liquors. (link-reveal: "''You hear heavy footsteps''")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''stomping across the deck'', and watch others at the bar scatter and keep their distance as a fearsome patron approaches. Faeron just beams proudly as he says, "Good evening, Captain Drakon. I believe I've rather outdone myself this time." You manage to spin around and find your vision filled by an enormous black-scaled belly. You follow it upward and see a towering, upright dragon whose horned head nearly brushes against the ceiling. He wears a captain's hat, pauldrons, and an armored tasset that woefully conceals the largest cock you've seen in your life. Drakon grins toothily down at you and lets out a draconic growl of anticipation as he says, "It looks exquisite, Faeron. And what a gorgeous little garnish you've gotten for me." The dragon lifts the glass and tips it toward his mouth, draining your liquor bath down his gullet. Hot breath rushes out his nose and smothers you as the dragon says, "Mmmmm, delicious as always." Faeron claps his hands and explains, "I've soaked that garnish all evening. He's packed with enough of my best brew to put down a rhino so it should have plenty of kick, even for a creature as magnificent as yourself." The black-scaled beast reaches in and pokes your squishy gut with his claw. He chuckles and says, "You have the most exquisite taste, my friend." You shout in an inaudible voice as the dragon drains his cocktail, until you're sitting in an empty glass. Drakon yawns boomingly, making your bones tremble. He looks down at you and says, "I suppose it's time for that last exquisite treat. I hope you enjoyed your time with us on Carnivore Cruises. I'd say I hope to see you again, but it looks like you won't even be making it off the ship." He tips the glass and rolls you around on his tongue, cooing at your perfect flavor and even swaying at the sudden influx of alcohol. So saturated with alcohol, your body immediately begins dissolving and begins coursing into the creature's bloodstream. The dragon gulps you down. Sliding down his esophagus, you splash into a pool of digestive fluids still eating away at the many guests the captain invited to dinner this evening. Drakon coos and grunts, "That //was// a strong drink." Your last achievement is intoxicating one of the fiercest predators in the world, which, you suppose, isn't nothing. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]](set: $metdrakon to 1)

''Frog Prince Pub'' You smile and tell Faeron, "This just seems like a nice place to spend a bit of the evening." "Why thank you," the regal frog says with a slight bow. "I try to create a welcoming atmosphere for all sorts. And you can rest assured that none of these fellows will gulp you down as long as I'm here." You smile and nod, glancing around at the pub full of menacing predators. "So, are you really a prince?" Faeron laughs a little, like he's answered that question a thousand times. "I am, actually." "And you need to kiss your princess to turn into a handsome prince charming?" He props his hands on his belly and grins. "You don't think I'm handsome?" "Oh," you stammer, "I-I, of course I do. You're very handsome." "Careful, $name. I find your kind so charming when they're nervous. But it was actually quite the opposite. I was once a human prince in a far off land, on a quest to find the most beautiful princess in the land."|stay1>[ (link-reveal: "Stay and listen.")[(show: ?patient1) (replace:?stay1)[]] (link-reveal: "Try to leave.")[(show: ?impatient) (replace:?stay1)[]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The Frog Prince devours you.]]] |patient1)[ You lean on the bar as he pours you another. "I found my princess and she was fairer than the sun and gentler than the moon. The touch of her hand on my cheek was the greatest pleasure I'd ever experienced, and when we kissed I knew I'd found my one true love." "Wow," you exclaim. "What happened to her?" Faeron slaps his enormous belly, nodding down to it with a grin. "What!?" "Oh yes. Our enchanted kiss transformed me into my true self and the taste of her was too much to bear. I couldn't let such a fair creature be parted from me again. My enormous tongue wrapped itself around her." The frog opens his broad mouth and his tongue lashes out, wrapping around you and binding your arms to your sides. He lifts you up into the air. He plops you down atop the oversized bar and his sticky saliva binds you. He stands close and lets you listen to the gurgling of his gut as he speaks. "It felt natural, like an instinct I'd never known I had, but I pulled her between my lips and gulped down the fairest maiden I'll ever see." Faeron unbuttons his white shirt presses his light green gut to your face. "I've added plenty of pudge since then, but underneath it all she's still there and she always will be. A lovely story, no?"|stay2>[ (link-reveal: "Stay and listen.")[(show: ?patient2) (replace:?stay2)[]] (link-reveal: "Try to leave.")[(show: ?impatient) (replace:?stay2)[]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The Frog Prince devours you.]]] |patient2)[ "I suppose so," you lie as you slowly peel yourself free from the bar, talking to keep him from finishing with you. "But how did you end up here?" "Well, that's another story. But the long and short of it is that this is a great way to travel the world. Lush accommodations for those of us who earn them, a ship that goes everywhere, and an endless supply of snacks." You rise up to your knees on the bar and ask, "What about your kingdom?" "Well, it's not mine quite yet," Faeron pauses, leaning over you to let his saliva drip down. His tongue shoots out and grabs you, plastering you to his round belly with just his saliva suspending your weight. He casually pours drinks with you trapped there. "But it will be once all those pretenders are put in their proper place. Right now, you're pressed against my latest meal, my uncle, Prince Aenar. He was in hiding at our last stop so I took a brief excursion for a little family reunion over lunch." As he tells his story, he wanders around the bar. Everyone grins when they see you stuck to his gut and he lets them poke and prod at you. He gently pats you as he comes back to the bar. "But you've been a good sport, haven't you? Listening to me blather on and on. So I'll let you choose your fate for the evening." "I've been on my feet all day and I could use a loyal servant to rub them. Otherwise, I'm sure I'll manage to amuse myself if you defy me. [[Rub the Frog Prince's webbed feet->FaeronSoberA]] [[Let him amuse himself with you->FaeronSoberB]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Faeron flattens and transforms you into a fluffy towel. He uses you to clean up the bar before christening you as the pub's cum rag.]]]] |impatient)[You manage to jump up and make for the door, but Faeron's powerful tongue lashes around you before you even make it halfway. The pub's patrons all watch as his eyes bulge furiously. He lifts you up off the ground and achingly draws you toward his gaping mouth. The crowd cheers on their host, licking their lips as they stare. He deftly maneuvers you down to rub you against his growling stomach before he rapidly retracts his tongue and sends you tumbling down his gullet. "Such an impertinent mongrel. You hardly deserve to be my meal, but at least you'll sate my hunger until a proper morsel comes along." His enormous stomach closes in and quickly consumes you. All things considered, it seems a swift and charitable punishment for your transgression against the crown. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''Frog Prince Pub'' Barely able to move with Faeron's sticky saliva holding you to his belly, you manage a nod of agreement. He praises, "Good lad. I sensed you had the spirit of a servant." The frog peels you off his gut and drops you to the floor, stepping on you with his enormous webbed feet. He wraps his toes around you and squeezes as he lets out a little moan. You're able to rise up to your knees when Faeron hops up on the counter and presses his foot over your face. "Submit to me, servant. Lather my toes with your inferior tongue to demonstrate your obeisance." You expect the taste to be foul, and in part it is, but Faeron begins secreting a sweetness from his skin that you find yourself unable to get enough of. You grasp his leg and greedily lap at his webbed toes, savoring the frog's taste. Faeron chuckles at your resistance when he pulls it away, denying you for only a moment before offering up its counterpart. "That's it, servant," Faeron coos as he strokes the bulge in his trousers. "You're accepting your place in the world with impressive enthusiasm. I imagine there's nothing you would deny me just for another minute licking my toes. Is there?" "No, master," you moan against his skin. "Anything you desire." You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the metal cabinet and notice your eyes spinning in a dazed trance. But all your cares have been sublimated by your overwhelming urge to serve the Frog Prince. "I have customers in need of my attention, but there's a way you can continue to serve, if you so desire." You nod eagerly and he grins. His command needn't be spoken. The pheromones poisoning your brain communicate his desires more clearly than words ever could. You lie on your back across the floor and let him step up atop you, one foot engulfing your face and the other kneading at your crotch. He uses you as a comfortable mat while he pours drinks, chats with customers, and lets them lean over the counter to admire you. It's a long while before he finally flexes his toes and steps off you. He allows you to rise back to your feet and rubs your face against his belly once more before he says, "You're a true friend, my little pet. I hope to see you again soon." [[Leave the Frog Prince Pub->Deck 7 Elevators]](set: $friendfaeron to 1)

''Frog Prince Pub'' You snarl and the Frog Prince frowns. "Very well then." He places his webbed hands on your back and begins pressing you to his belly. You feel your flesh flatten and stretch as he works you over, switching to your arms and legs next until they're smushed against him. Soft fibres sprout from you as he squeezes your head, and when he's finished, you're just a soft, white towel draped over the frog's enormous gut. Faeron lifts you up and admires you, "Just what I needed. And no pesky mouth to waste my time with your petty words." The frog douses you with warm water and runs you over the sticky bar until it's clean and glistening. He takes you from table to table, letting customers admire how pristine you leave their tables. And when he's finished, rinsing the last of the refuse off you, you're still radiantly white. It satisfies you, consuming all that dirt and muck to leave everything glistening and clean. Faeron grins and says, "You seem to have quite the knack for absorbing just about anything. Don't you?" He cautiously glances about and presses his body to the bar as he says, "I really shouldn't while I'm hosting guests, but…" He unzips his fly and fishes out a bulbous-headed cock with a long green shaft. The frog wraps you around his manhood. You taste his potent precum soaking into you. "Try to squeeze me," he commands. You hadn't even thought of trying to move since he transformed you, but you tighten around his shaft and hug over his flared head. "Perfectly snug and soft. You're fortunate, my pet. It's rare that I permit anyone to enjoy my royal seed, but feeding a little rag like you seems harmless enough." The simple ability to move is invigorating as an otherwise inanimate object. You eagerly squeeze and shift around the frog's cock, making it stiffen and grow inside you. He plants his hands on the edge of the bar and rears his head back, stifling a moan as you pleasure him. He greets customers and pours drinks. He gives instructions to his staff. And all the while you service his manhood, giving him extraordinary sensations in the single-minded way only a devoted object can. Suddenly, you swirl around his shaft and he lets out a howling moan as he falls back against the counter. His cock swells and pummels you with thick sprays of cum. Your entire body feels covered in tastebuds as you absorb every last drop of his princely seed. When he unfurls you from his cock, it's been sucked dry, and you see that many of the patrons sidled up to the bar to watch your big finish. Faeron grins down at you in his hand and says, "Let's see just how insatiable your appetite is, my little rag." Faeron tosses you to the enormous ram you saw earlier as he hastily drops his pants and wraps you around an absolutely gargantuan shaft. You don't hesitate to go to work. By the end of the evening, you've tirelessly serviced dozens of the frog's most loyal customers. You soak up endless amounts of cum and yet you're still dry, you're still thirsty for more. A perfect communal cum rag. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]

''Venator Theater'' You rush upstairs and manage to get to the open seat. It's a struggle to even lift yourself up since it's enormous and clearly intended for a much larger creature. But you sink in and have a great view of the stage. As you sit there, you notice others in the balcony looking over and whispering amongst themselves. You just begin to wonder why nobody had taken this seat as thumping footsteps start to come closer. Someone casts a colossal shadow over you. You look up and up and up past an enormous black-scaled belly to see Drakon, the ship's captain, glaring down at you. He growls dangerously. "You're in my seat, whelp." |choice>[(link: "Give up the seat.")[(replace: ?choice)[](show: ?leave)(show: ?sit)] (link: "Refuse to move.")[(replace: ?choice)[](show: ?stay)(show: ?sit)] ]|leave)["I'm so sorry, sir," you apologize as you start to get up. "I didn't mean to—" Drakon presses a sharp claw down on your back and pushes you onto your belly. He grins and says, "It's no harm at all. Besides, I'm sure there's room for both of us."]|stay)[You sneer up at the massive dragon and say, "This is my seat. I got here first." Drakon's laugh booms through the theater as he grins down and sets you prone on your belly. He says, "You're right. You're not going anywhere." ]|sit)[The black dragon turns around and sits on top of you, pinning your prone body between two gargantuan scaled cheeks as his epic weight settles in and makes even the reinforced chair creak and moan. His nutsack smothers your head and his soft cock hangs down across your face, dripping precum as he wiggles atop you. "Can you see?" He taunts in a whisper, lifting his cock to give you a brief view of the show as it begins. You try to squirm forward but he just drops his manhood like an anvil on your back and clenches his cheeks around you. "If you don't settle down, I'll have to find a better spot for you." "Yes!" You exclaim. "Please, I'll go sit somewhere else, sir." His cock gushes a huge glob of precum that drenches your whole head as he grins down at you past his belly. "Of course," Drakon says as he lifts himself up off the seat, "just get ready while I find somewhere." You pull yourself upright on your knees and look up just in time to watch Drakon sit back down atop you, his ass effortlessly devouring your upper body. He grinds his weight down and squeezes his sphincter to draw you up to your waist inside his fleshy prison as muffled, rousing applause fills the theater. Drakon politely joins in as he bounces atop you. Even speaking quietly, the dragon's deep voice reverberates through his insides. "Ohh, yes, that is a perfect place for you." You lean down and try to slip your hands out through his sphincter, but the dragon just squeezes tighter and groans, "Careful, whelp. You're gonna make me hard." You kick your feet until Drakon quietly reaches back and presses the pad of his thumb underneath you. He easily pushes you up inside him until his sphincter clenches. The crowd lets out a laugh, and the force of Drakon's chortle makes you tremble and fumble around inside him. You squirm against the walls of the dragon's powerful ass, but he just clenches them tight around you until you start sinking deeper. His insides swallow you. You're dragged you through a sightless maze of organs as you hear distant reactions to the show you're missing. But every time Drakon chimes in, it feels like the whole is quaking around you. He whispers down, "Enjoying the best seat in the house? I imagine it's quite the experience." You shout in protest, but the dragon couldn't hear you even if he wanted to. "Fuck yeah, squirm, you insignificant whelp." Drakon shifts in his seat and his intestines suddenly drag you along until you're forced through a tight hole up into the dragon's gut. His huge heart thumps nearby. Feeling the pleasant fullness of your shape, he rubs both his hands over you, massaging his belly as he enjoys the show. "Wow!" Drakon exclaims, joining a chorus of shocked crowd reactions to whatever just happened. "You should have seen that." He pats his gut and chuckles. "But I think it's time to turn you into dragon pudge. Don't you?" The stomach gurgles all around you and you desperately pound at its firm walls. He laughs, "I'm glad you agree. A belly this big doesn't grow itself, you know." The dragon leans back in his chair and rubs his belly as it gurgles and growls happily. He fills it with his digestive acid and your body disappears in mere moments, melted down to be added to his hefty body. Fat and happy, he drifts off to sleep and begins snoring loud enough that it booms through the auditorium, but nobody is brave enough to interrupt him. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]](set: $metdrakon to 1)

''Venator Theater'' You hurry and manage to grab the last seat in the front row. With a rabbit to your left and a small deer to your right, you realize the row is filled with prey animals. This seems as if it can't be an accident. But the room fills with applause as the curtain opens and the spotlight falls on a tall, lean owl with shimmering gray feathers and a long, flowing wizard's robe of emerald cashmere. As his musicians reach the crescendo of their rising song, he flings his arms wide and spouts bursts of flame that light enormous braziers at either end of the stage. The crowd rises and cheers as the owl smiles and introduces himself. "Welcome, my lovelies, to the most wondrous display of sorcerous skill you shall ever witness. You are in the presence of a master magician, a first-class conjurer. Tonight, you shall experience the mystical power of Oliver the Occultist!" He floats off the stage and stares down across the crowd, sharp yellow eyes crackling with energy. As he waves his feathered fingers, hundreds of illusory copies of him flutter through the auditorium over your head. You feel the wind of their wings as they acrobatically tumble in the air. Oliver opens his beak and they all rapidly fly straight down his gullet until he lands back on the stage and the music goes quiet. Stage lights illuminate the full space, a gorgeous landscape of shifting colors and shapes. ''You let out a gasp when you see your friend Harry—a young, slender raven—standing beside the owl with dazed eyes and a robotic manner to his motions.''(set: $harry to 1) Your friend holds a bucket and reaches inside to toss a mouse into the air. Oliver waves his hand and the wriggling mouse freezes in mid-air, followed by another and another until a dozen mice levitate in a straight line across the stage. The owl runs toward you and leaps off the stage into an upward spiral as he deftly maneuvers his wings to come back fast with an open beak to gulp down all twelve mice in one swoop. He lands on the stage with a flipping flourish and shows his empty mouth and the wriggling shapes in his neck. (link-reveal: "The crowd goes wild and you find yourself applauding.")[(show: ?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''Oliver gestures across the audience and asks, "Who's hungry?"'' Beasts in the rows behind you jostle for his attention, but the magician points to an elephant whose gut growls loud enough that it makes the whole crowd laugh. The elephant opens his mouth wide as Oliver squeezes on his flat stomach and lets out a dozen loud but quick belches that send each mouse spinning through the air in a long arc from the owl's beak to the elephant's gullet. The crowd cheers and Oliver bids the elephant to take a bow of his own as he hurries to prepare his next trick. Harry hands him a wickedly-sharp sword that the owl expertly twirls as he dances across the stage. The room goes silent as Oliver waves his hand and levitates the hypnotized raven up above him. With a grin toward the audience, Oliver lets Harry fall. With a wind-whipping swing, he slices the raven in two and catches the halves in his gaping mouth. The crowd splits—carnivores standing to cheer and growl, prey sitting silent and stunned—as you watch your friend become a bulge in the owl's throat. Oliver's robe stretches around his newly rotund belly, squirming before your eyes. The owl fixes his yellow eyes on your stunned face when he squeezes his gut and belches up black feathers all over the first few rows. He smirks at you as he leans his head back and carefully slides the blade down his throat until his hand gripping the hilt disappears. A hush comes over the crowd again as Oliver slowly extracts the blade once more. You gasp when you see a pair of black feathered hands clasped around the weapon's blunt edge. The owl lifts Harry, dry and unharmed, out of his gullet and places him down on the stage before flourishing the sword and sending it flying across the stage to sink into a wall. Oliver smiles as he surveys the excited crowd. He says, "Allow me to admit something: My lovely new assistant has such a pleasant flavor that I can't help but eat him every single day." "For my last feat of the night, I require a volunteer. You know, little Harry walked trembling onto my stage earlier this week as a volunteer, and look how far he's come. So, do I have any takers? Anyone in the front?" [[Volunteer to be part of the act->OliverVolunteer]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Oliver transforms you into a feral dragon and feeds your friend Harry to you. He tames you and makes you his new assistant.]] [[Sink down into your seat->OliverHide]]](set: $metoliver to 1)

''Cabin 564'' If you learn to eat from otto, you can come down here

''Venator Theater'' As soon as raise your hand, Oliver nods. "Look at this delicious-looking little morsel, everyone." You climb up onto the stage and feel hundreds of men devouring you with their eyes. The owl scoops you up. He folds you up into a ball and holds you against his flat stomach for the crowd as he booms, "The perfect size to fill a man's belly. Wouldn't you say?" They cheer in agreement as he lifts you to his mouth and licks your cheek. He smiles brilliantly and says, "And delicious to boot. An ideal piece of prey, I think you'd all agree." Harry drags out a large box. You try to catch his attention, but he seems to look right past you, oblivious. Oliver drops you into the box with a thud and the crowd laughs. Harry closes a chained collar that shrinks to a snug fit around your neck. He spins the box as his master assures the crowd there is no trick to it. Oliver stands over you with his back to the audience, looking back with a smirk as he shouts, "This last spell will require a bit more power, if you'll permit me a moment to brew some up." The tall owl opens his robe to unfurl a looming, feathered cock. He folds his hands behind his head and sneaks grins back at the audience as Harry takes the bird cock in both hands and begins to pump it. Precum rains down, sizzling with magical power when it touches you. Oliver puts on a show, thrusting his hips forward at his assistant's small hands. Reaching down to cup a pair of enormous balls that were hidden within his robes, Oliver says, "I'm feeling heavy today. If you all cheer, I bet can I fill the box. Here it comes!" Harry aims the owl's cock like a hose just as the avian cum starts pouring out onto you. Oliver flaps his wings as he cums, lifting slightly off the ground with excitement as he climbs atop the box and thrusts his cock down to pummel your face. You float upward in the rising pool of the owl's load but he presses his cock to your chest and pushes you under until you're drenched from head to toe. As promised, when he's finished his cum sluices over the edges like an overflowing bath. You swim up, but your collar stops you just as you break the surface and manage a breath. You can't even make out Oliver's shouts to the audience as he pushes you back down with a cane and shuts the box. But his words turn mystical, and they ring in your ears as your breath runs low. ''(link-reveal: "Your body starts absorbing the seed like a sponge")[(show: ?hidden)]''|hidden)[, lowering the level enough that you rise up for a breath. But it feels like there's fire beneath your skin. The more of the owl that enters you, the closer you feel to exploding. As the last drops soak into you, it suddenly happens. You let out a roar, earth-shaking and menacing, and the box explodes around you. You see why. Your body swells up enormously, torso becoming long, round and covered in scales. Your arms and legs sprout vicious talons. Your mouth fills with sharp teeth and a feeling of flames gathering at the back of your throat. The crowd is in awe by the time your form is finished and you tower atop the stage as a gargantuan feral red dragon. That flame gathering inside you demands release. You whip your neck aside and tear up the chains that held you, belching out a flame that roasts the entire first row. In one sweeeping bite, you grab all those former peers and gulp them down. You hear the distant demands of the owl magician and feel a rush of rage at him. Some residual psychology from your old life demands that you exact vengeance for his enslavement of your raven friend. But when you turn to unleash your fatal breath on Oliver, you see his spinning eyes. Your thoughts disappear, replaced by an unquestionable voice that demands, "Bow to me." Your body complies, falling forward onto your front legs and pressing your chest and head to the ground. The owl gently runs his feathered fingers over your enormous snout. He grins at the stunned audience. "Transforming such a pathetic creature into this fearsome beast is a feat, but taming it is the sort of miracle only Oliver the Occultist could perform." He climbs atop your snout and allows you to lift him up. "This one knows my lovely assistant. They were friends in another life, but he is also hungry, ravenous. Shall we see what happens if I let him taste the raven?" The crowd cheers as Oliver's psychic dominance forces your mouth to the ground, wide enough for Harry to climb in and submissively sit atop your tongue. The owl makes you toss him around inside, lathering him with draconic saliva The entire theater can hear the desirous growls of your mighty stomach as you play with your food. Oliver announces, "Now I shall let my new pet choose. The raven can walk away free from harassment to go live whatever life he chooses, but only if my pet can bear to let him escape from his jaws. I will release them both from my control in 3, 2, 1…" You feel it in Harry first. His calm demeanor is replaced by kicking and screaming as he struggles inside your enormous mouth. He pleads with you to release him. The owl's voice is gone from your head, and you tell yourself you'll allow Harry to escape. And yet your jaws remain shut. The little raven's pathetic pleading wakes something in you and stiffens your gargantuan cock as you toss him with your powerful tongue. He tastes better than anything ever had in your prior life. And the way he wriggles chips at your ability to reason. The crowd laughs as Oliver narrates your every thought, and they begin to cheer. "Devour him!" You rise up and face the crowd, defiantly opening your mouth. Harry unfurls himself from beneath your tongue and makes for the light. He shakes off your saliva and starts to take to the air. The crowd boos as he passes from behind your teeth, but they go suddenly silent when you snap your teeth forward and grab the tiny bird by his waist. Harry flaps his wings and kicks his legs, but your powerful jaws grip him tight until he exhausts himself to the great amusement of your admirers. The little raven goes still as you stare down past your snout at his begging eyes. The pity you once felt is gone. You relish this, a playful prelude to dinner. You wait until the crowd is impatient, chomping at the bit, to finally throw your head back and toss the raven into the air. He tries to fly, but his wings are too weak and he just falls down into your mouth, where you drag him deeper with a loud, visible gulp that drives the audience wild. You feel your former friend slide down into your belly to be consumed alongside all those delicious morsels from the front row. Oliver the Occultist is a firm master, but he treats you well. You are among his crowning achievements and he will never let you go, but you are well fed. Your belly grows and grows as the owl indulges your insatiable appetite. Your petty, old life is forgotten now that you have the power you were always denied. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''Venator Theater'' You sink as deep into your seat as you can and Oliver frowns. Looking around, most everyone in your row did the same except for the rabbit beside you. "Looks like we have one brave bunny," Oliver declares as he twirls his fingers. The rabbit grasps for his seat as he floats helplessly into the air to the cheers of the crowd. "What's your name, little fella?" You lean in but can't make out his unintelligible whisper. But Oliver announces, "Welcome to the stage, Jack. Are you ready to be a part of something //magical//?" The rabbit shakes his head and waves his arms pleadingly at the crowd, but they just collectively chuckle and you can only feel grateful that you weren't chosen to be the owl's plaything. "Look how excited he is, my friends," Oliver shouts to great applause as he summons the rabbit down to float in front of him. He presses his beak over Jack's little mouth and you hear the rush of air from his lungs as the bunny swells up into a long, airy tube of stretched flesh. The owl reaches up to tie the rabbit's lips into a knot and twist his body into the vague shape of a giraffe. "Tada!" As the crowd cheers, he twists the rabbit into a dog, a dinosaur, and finally a hat that he places on his head as he strides around the stage. Oliver collects a deep black top hat from Harry and shows its empty insides to the crowd. He slaps it into a flat circle before expanding it back to its original shape and stuffing it under his arm. Oliver unfurls the rabbit and presses his lips back over its mouth, sucking out all the trapped air to return it to its shape. The owl's chest and gut swell unnaturally and then empty when he lets out a massive belch, spraying you, Jack, and most of the first row with saliva as the crowd laughs. (link-reveal: "You scoop a glob of owl spit off your face.")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''He holds the top hat under Jack and grins at the audience'' as he dispels the levitation and sends the rabbit tumbling down into it. With an extravagant motion, he shows off the empty darkness inside the hat as Harry unzips his fly and pulls out a rigid, feathery cock. Oliver's avian cock stands aloft as he pulls the top hat over it, disappearing more shaft than the depth of the hat should allow. With a grin, the owl releases the hat and crosses his arms across his chest as it bobs back and forth over his manhood on its own. With one quick motion, he pulls the hat off and reveals Jack, howling and impaled on his cock with shredded pants hanging off his little body. Waiting for the applause to quiet down, Oliver lowers the hat over the rabbit again and disappears him. He tosses the hat to Harry, who mimes dumping it out. The owl feigns discomfort and presses a fist to his chest. He gulps and his robes part as the flat belly suddenly swells into a round ball with a wriggling shape inside. Oliver grins and catches the hat back from Harry. He lets out a long belch that sends Jack's drenched and ripped clothes flying down into the rabbit's original seat beside you. He momentarily lowers the hat to his crotch and pulls it away to reveal the naked rabbit hanging out of the now-gaping lips of the owl's devouring cock. Harry stands under his master with that heavy manhood propped on his shoulder as he strokes it. Jack pounds his fists against the owl's growling head as it gulps him down to his shoulders and starts drenching him in precum. Oliver asks the crowd, "Who wants a creamy dessert?" Amongst a chorus of cheers, the owl points to a gator up on the balcony (if: $metasher is 1)[who you recognize as Asher]. He opens his mouth wide as Harry lifts the avian cock atop his back and lets Oliver pump a feathered fist over the enormous, loaded cannon. The owl lets out a moan and leans his head back, firing the cum-soaked rabbit up into the air in a perfect arc to land on the gator's tongue. You turn back to watch the rabbit disappear down (if: $metasher is 1)[Asher's](else:)[the gator's] throat, and a blast of cum drenches you in your seat as Oliver pumps out thick ropes over everyone in the front row. You struggle as it cools and hardens, sticking you in place. The crowd bursts into cackles and cheers as they notice what's happening. "You've all been a great audience and I hope you'll come back for my late show in a few hours," Oliver says with a wink. "Feel free to stop by my little buffet of trapped prey in the front row if you're feeling peckish." The owl makes his way off the stage as you wriggle in your seat. You see Harry's eyes linger on you for a moment as he follows. Just before stepping off the stage, he twirls his black-feathered hand and you manage to escape from your cummy bonds. A fat hippo grabs and gulps down the deer beside you as you slip away. [[You escape back to the elevators->Deck 7 Elevators]]]

''Met People'' $metasher in (link-goto: "Prey Showers") $metdrakon in (link-goto: "DrakonSeat") and (link-goto: "FaeronDrunk") $metotto in (link-goto: "OttoSauna") $metfaeron in (link-goto: "MeetFrogPrince") $metoliver in (link-goto: "OliverShow") $metrhodar in (link-goto: "Rhodar's Cabin") $metbuckley in (link-goto: "Your Cabin") $metwalter in (link-goto: "WalterWorkout") $metsayid in (link-goto: "OttoSauna") $metemerson in (link-goto: "Promenade Deck") ''Friended Predators'' $friendotto in (link-goto: "OttoPositiveA") $friendasher in (link-goto: "AsherPositiveB") $friendfaeron in (link-goto: "FaeronSoberA") $friendoliver in (link-goto: "SaveHarry") $friendrhodar $frienddrakon $friendbuckley in (link-goto: "BuckleyPositive") $friendwalter in (link-goto: "WalterFriend") $friendsayid in (link-goto: "HungryScorpion") ''Found Friends'' $peter the rabbit in (link-goto: "BuckleyNegative") $billy the otter in (link-goto: "AsherNegative-Epilogue") $harry the raven in (link-goto: "OliverShow") $will the dog turned wolf in (link-goto: "WalterFriend") $isaac the mouse w/ Otto in (link-goto: "OttoFriend") $chris the salamander w/ Drakon ''Rescued Friends'' $petersaved by giving Buckley ice cream (link-goto: "BuckleyPositive") $billysaved by breaking into Asher's room (link-goto: "BillySave") $harrysaved by befriending Oliver (link-goto: "SaveHarry") $willsaved by confronting Walter (link-goto: "WalterFriendB") $isaacsaved by rescuing from Otto (link-goto: "OttoFriendSaveA") $chrissaved by confronting Drakon ''Eaten by Friends'' $peterpudge by being rude to Buckley (link-goto:"PeterPudge") $billypudge by Asher feeding you to him (link-goto:"AsherNegative-Epilogue") $harrypudge by Oliver shrinking you down (link-goto: "HarryPudge") $willpudge by trying to harm Walter (link-goto:"WalterFriendB1") $isaacpudge by saving him poorly (link-goto:"OttoFriendSaveB") $chrispudge by him being turned into black dragon ''Miscellaneous'' $fivesixfour in (link-goto: "OttoNegative-Epilogue") $playerpred in (link-goto: "OttoFriendEat")

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''The Beastly Bistro'' "Hello, $name," the otter says in a deep, warm voice when you approach. "Won't you join me, my boy?" "Sure, Otto," you agree, taking a seat at the bench across from him. You have to squeeze in since the otter's gut has pushed the table back so much. He shovels wriggling fish down his gullet as he speaks. "You must be hungry. I was impressed by your appetite. I bet there's a predatory spirit buried deep down in you somewhere. You know, Daddy Otto could teach you." He sticks out his tongue and teases a struggling creature along it for your amusement. "What do you say, boy?" |choice>[ ["Yes, please teach me."]<yes|(click: ?yes)[(show: ?hidden1)(replace: ?choice)[ "Yes, please teach me."]] ["No, I don't think so."]<no|(click: ?no)[(show: ?hidden2)(replace: ?choice)[ "No, I don't think so."]]] |hidden1)[Otto shows you a toothy grin. "There's a good boy. I was saving a snack that should do nicely." (show: ?hidden3)]|hidden2)[Otto frowns. "You'll do as Daddy Otto says, boy. Just wait until you see the meal he brought you." (show: ?hidden3)]|hidden3)[The otter stands up, shoving the table forward to pin you in your seat. He undoes his pants and flops out his cock, crushing the remaining fish beneath its weight. ''It's grown even more enormous around a small, wriggling mouse swallowed in its shaft. The cock's head slams down on the table in front of you and, hanging from its mouth, you recognize your friend Isaac.''(set: $isaac to 1) "$name!" Isaac shrieks. "I can't believe it's you. Get me out of here!" The cock belches up precum all over his face and he gurgles as he tries to speak. "Oh, you know each other?" Otto marvels. "Isn't that just delicious?" ''(link-reveal: "Something in the man's voice compels you.")[(show: ?hidden)]'' |hidden)[Your stomach growls with a hunger you've never felt before as you stare at your helpless friend. You salivate and lick your chops at the sight of the mouse dripping in his cummy marinade. "Wait, $name," the mouse pleads, "you can't do this. You have to save me!" A snarl emanates from you. Your friend's voice suddenly sounds so whiny and you think how much quieter he'd be if he were muffled by your belly. Otto shoves his cock forward until Isaac's little face is practically between your jaws. "That's it, boy," the otter growls. "He was born for this, to nourish superior men like us. Just taste him." "No, don't—" Isaac starts to say, but you smother his face with your tongue and lap up his flavor. "Stop tha—" You open wide and grab his shoulders, feeding him from the mouth of the otter's cock straight into yours. "Now open your throat just like I taught you," Otto instructs. "Force his squirming, weak body down inside you and give him the honor of becoming pudge on your belly." [[Keep going->OttoFriendEat]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ You devour Isaac and become a fledgling predator with your good friend as the first layer of pudge on your belly. You will not be able to come back and save him.]] [[Stop yourself->OttoFriendSave]]]]

''The Beastly Bistro'' With a loud gulp, you open your throat and let Isaac ride your tongue straight down. You press your fingers to your neck and feel his squirming bulge slide deeper as you swallow again. His muffled shouts fade away as he travels toward your growling belly. Coated with Otto's cum, the mouse goes down easy. He punches at the walls of your throat, but you squeeze him into a helpless tube with muscles you never knew you had. Your stomach bulges out with the moving shape of Isaac's face. You grin as you rub it and slurp down his feet after freeing them from the otter's cock. "You tasted so good, buddy," you purr down at your swollen gut. The mouse struggles against your stomach walls and it feels exquisite. You let out a booming belch and tighten his quarters until he's a little ball of mouse meat inside you. "And you're going to look so good as pudge on my belly." "Good boy," Otto says as he stands up, stroking his still-swollen cock. "Now keep that throat open for daddy." He shoves his enormous head between your jaws and buries it down your loose throat. With a grunt, he shoves down so far you feel his head join Isaac in your belly. "Oh, your little friend knows what's happening." Isaac squirms and shoves against the giant cock head but Otto just grins down at you, impaled around him, and thrusts his hips. "A nice, creamy mouse soup should be a great first meal for you." He snarls and growls for just a moment before his hands clamp on your head. You feel a trembling power coursing down his shaft until it explodes like a firehose inside your stomach. Your belly swells and swells, and the mouse is bludgeoned into submission inside you. Otto grins when he finishes and slowly pulls himself out. He kneels down and strokes your swollen gut, now gurgling to digest its heavy meal. "Look at you, my boy. Such an impressive appetite. But daddy has a little homework for you." Otto caresses your head. "Keep practicing. Go find some helpless little creatures to turn into fat and someday you might be as big as daddy Otto." The otter pets you as your full belly lulls you to sleep, and you awake alone a few hours later with a first layer of pudge on your stomach and a satisfied smile. You rise up and strut out of the Bistro with a new appetite. [[Return to the elevators->Deck 9 Elevators]](set: $playerpred to 1)

''The Beastly Bistro'' You stop yourself at the last moment, as Isaac slides down along your tongue. Instead of swallowing, you squeeze the mouse's shoulders and quickly drag him out of Otto's cock. You both tumble aside onto the floor and Otto rises, towering over you with his enormous, hungry manhood in hand. It eagerly slurps Isaac back up by his feet. "Help!" Isaac shouts. You grab his shoulders and try to pull him back from the otter cock's slavering maw. You dig in your heels but its powerful gulps drag you across the floor as it swallows your friend down to his waist. Otto props his hands on his hips and lets out a deep belly laugh, watching your friend disappear. "My cock will be more than happy to eat you both," he gloats as your hands, clasped around Isaac, are dragged into the shaft along with him. "Don't let go, $name!" The mouse begs. [[Keep trying to save your friend->OttoFriendSaveA]] [[Let Isaac be devoured->OttoFriendSaveB]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Otto releases Isaac and switches your minds into each other's bodies. Angry that you abandoned him, Isaac devours you and turns you into pudge on your own belly.]]

''The Beastly Bistro'' "I won't give up!" You promise, holding your friend tight as the grinning otter pulls your face between his cock's lips. They flare wide around your head and engulf you. "You swallowed him," the otter gloats as he pats his swelling cock, "and now he's excited to return the favor." In the slippery, squeezing tunnel, you lose your grip on Isaac and he's dragged down. The cock eats you slow, stretching around your shoulders before it makes its way down your slender chest. Your feet are lifted off the ground when Otto takes hold of his cock. Both hands stroke the enormous shaft, massaging you through layers of flesh. "It was sweet how you held onto him," Otto admits. "I've never had quite so willing a meal, and damn you feel good in there." The faint sound of Isaac's voice echoes up the shaft, and the otter says, "Your little friend is already safe in my balls. You two would make quite the load, but…" The otter's cock slurps the rest of you down, swallowing from your waist to your feet in a matter of seconds. But it stops with you trapped in the enormous length of his shaft, holding you there as Otto jerks off. "That's it," Otto hisses. "You feel so fucking good. Squirm for me, little man."|choice>[ (link: "Wriggle around.")[(show: ?hidden1)(replace: ?choice)[]] (link: "Stay still.")[(show: ?hidden2)(replace: ?choice)[]]] |hidden1)[''You obey Otto'' and writhe around inside his mighty shaft, pushing and shoving against its walls and his grip on them.(show: ?hidden3)]|hidden2)[''You refuse'', but Otto squeezes tight around your stomach until you howl with discomfort and struggle despite yourself.(show: ?hidden3)] |hidden3)[He moans and pumps his hands over you at a breakneck pace until you feel of a rush of pressure against your face. The testosterone-flooded air gets shoved down your throat as a rush of otter cum floods toward you. The milky seed hits you like a firehose and sends you flying back out of the cock. Your back smacks against a wall and a fountain of fluid spews all over you until, with another pop, Isaac careens through the air and lands back in your mouth. Otto stands over you both, milking his cock until you're encased in a shell of cooling cum and he's smiling satisfied. "It was touching, the way you saved him, $name. Daddy can be merciful… once in a while. You're both free to go. I had plenty of fun with you already." He stuffs himself back in his pants and waddles off with a full belly and empty nuts. You spit Isaac out into your lap and he's speechless, shocked to be alive. You compose yourselves in silence and make your way out of the the Beastly Bistro before someone else thinks you look appetizing. "Thanks for saving me," Isaac mutters as you walk out. "I'm going to go get some rest back in the cabin. I'll see you later." [[Return to the elevators->Deck 9 Elevators]] (set: $isaacsaved to 1)]

''The Beastly Bistro'' "Sorry," you whisper as you let go of Isaac to save yourself. The otter cock slurps him down as you manage to drag your arms out of it and stumble back. Otto frowns down at you. "Too weak to devour him and too selfish to save him," he says as he squeezes his cock to force Isaac back up until the mouse falls out into a cummy mess on the floor beside you. "Perhaps, $name, you need a new perspective." The otter's voice rings in your ears and your vision goes black. When you next open your eyes, the world is blurred. It slowly clarifies until you see your own face staring down at you, a little mouse still covered with otter cum. Isaac grabs you around the waist with your oversized hands and gives you an up front view of your own salivating maw. "You let me go!" He rages, hot breath pouring over you. "It feels good. Doesn't it, Isaac?" Otto suggests. "Having little $name in your new, strong hands. Just shove him into your mouth and you'll be free. I'll let you go." "No!" You protest in a tiny voice. "I tried to save you." "Sorry," Isaac whispers unconvincingly. "Isn't that what you said?" He shoves you into your mouth, flattening you across the big tongue as he hastily gulps you down. You slide straight down his throat and the rest of the world disappears as you're dragged down into a tight stomach. He balls you up in there before letting out a loud belch. "Now //there's// a natural predator," Otto marvels as he rubs you. "What a good meal you made, $name." You're helpless to move as your own belly begins to digest you. It won't be too long before you're just pudge on your old body, a silent passenger in the car you used to drive. At least you managed to save Isaac, in a manner of speaking. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] (set: $isaacpudge to 1)

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''The Feeding Trough'' The wolves grin as you approach, but since your grim fate in Walter's belly was reversed, they don't recognize you. Ever since, you've had the strange feeling that there was something familiar about Will. "Well, hello," Walter says, "why don't you join us, morsel? I'm Walter, and this is my son, Will." You take a seat on the bench beside Walter and introduce yourself. "You're a brave one, $name." Walter wraps an arm around you and presses you against the muscled gut straining against his shirt. "Do you //like// wolves?" You glance down at the familiar bulge in the wolf dad's shorts and nod. "We like you too, cutie. Don't we, son?" "Oh, yes, sir!" Will chimes up, and you recognize his voice. ''You realize that this is your friend Will, a black labrador who went missing in the buffet two days ago. He was always a cute, tubby dog, so you hardly recognized him as this lean, powerful wolf.'' "We already had dinner, but daddy has other appetites." Walter snarls. "Why don't you come back to our den?" [[Go to the wolf den->WalterFriendA]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Walter stuffs you with his knotted cock and brings you back to his room, from whence you will not return.]] [[Stay here->WalterFriendB]](set: $friendwalter to 1)(set: $will to 1)

''The Wolf Den'' You agree to go with them. Walter grabs you with a grin and pulls down his shorts. An enormous wolf cock smacks up against his muscled belly. He lifts your ass to its tip and quickly sinks you down the length of his shaft. "Fuck yeah," Walter rasps in your ear, "you like that big daddy dick. Don't you, boy?" "I thought we were going back to your den," you protest. The wolf ruffles your hair and says, "In a moment. Can't risk someone snatching you up before we get there, my little sweet." Moaning and squirming, you're helpless in the grasp of the powerful wolf. His cock stretches up past your stomach and into your chest before you're snug against his lap with the wolf's knot swelling up inside you. When he stands, you dangle from his crotch and bounce over the floor as he walks. Crowds of people watch with delighted grins as Walter parades you about. A bull tousles your hair as you stroll by. A pair of fat foxes squeeze you so your insides clench around Walter, pleasurably for him and uncomfortably for you. As you're ushered down a hallway of cabins, a rhino jokingly opens his mouth wide. Playing along, the wolf lifts his hips and feeds your head down along the enormous tongue until you're drenched in rhino saliva. All the while, Will bounces with every step before you two, with a sizable bulge stretching out his own shorts. Walter kicks open a slightly ajar cabin door in the VIP section of the ship, and it's like nothing you've ever seen. It would be considered opulent and lavish anywhere, but on the ship this seems like even more of a palace. The expansive room is on the corner of the ship, bordered by walls of windows. Nearest the door, there is a kitchen area with a massive cage filled with squirming live prey, many of whom you recognize from the past week. There's a dining area, an enormous TV, and even a hot tub by the glimmering bathroom. First, however, Walter strides out onto the balcony that stretches around the fore of the ship to give a huge view of the horizon. He chuckles as he steps up to the railing and lets you hang out over the sea below, supported only by the strength of the wolf's swollen knot. "You know, $name," Walter grunts down at you over the booms of waves crashing against the hull, "if you're having second thoughts about this…" His knot shrinks a little, jolting you forward toward the sea as your legs dangle. You reflexively reach your hands back to grasp fistfuls of the wolf's chest hair. "Why don't you beg, cutie?" [[Beg the wolf->WalterFriendA1]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Walter brings you back inside to share you with Will. They breed and transform you into another wolf, the cuntboy omega to their alpha and beta.]] [[Refuse->WalterFriendA2]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The wolf empties his bladder into you until you're too heavy to stop yourself from falling into the sea. A passing whale swallows you.]]

''The Feeding Trough'' "I think I'd rather not," you reply timidly. Walter just laughs, rubbing his strong fingers into your shoulder as he says, "Suit yourself, cutie, but if you're sitting with us, you'll have to make yourself useful." He guides your hands to the growing tent in his thin shorts and urges you to stroke it. As your fingers caress him, the enormous shaft emerges from the wolf's sheath and swells up until his shorts feel like they're about to rip open. Walter purrs, "That's it, boy. Stroke daddy and tell him why you're here."|links>[ "(link:"To rescue my friend, Will.")[(show:?hidden)(replace:?links)[]]" "[[To avenge my friend, Will.->WalterFriendB1]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ You lunge at Walter, but Will stops you. He feeds you into his dad's cock and sucks you out of him into his own belly, engulfed in canine cum.]]"] |hidden)[''"To rescue my friend, Will," you say.'' The big wolf raises a bushy eyebrow and looks over at his son, laughing throatily, "I didn't realize he was in need of rescuing." You jab a finger into Walter's muscled chest and accuse, "You kidnapped him and forced him to be a wolf like you!" They both start to laugh as the big wolf takes your wrist in a crushing grip and explains, "True enough, I came across your tubby friend here a few days ago and brought him with me, but he //begged// for it. I caught the runt gazingly longingly at this big, strong body," he rubs your face into his burly chest, "and I offered him a new life that he gladly embraced. Isn't that right, boy?" You turn your head to see Will blushing as he nods and says, "Yeah, $name, he's telling the truth. I was sick of being a weak little dog and now look at me!" "Really?" You exclaim. "But then why didn't you tell us you were safe?" Will looks at you a bit strangely and admits, "It's a little hard to resist my appetites these days. I didn't want to accidentally end up with a belly full of critter friends." Walter runs his tongue over your face. He purrs delightedly as he agrees, "It takes a bit more maturity to resist eating a tasty snack like you, $name. If I left you alone with Will, you'd be stuffed between those jaws in moments." He tosses you across the table into Will's strong, waiting hands. Nostrils flaring, the younger wolf holds you aloft above his lap, shorts bulging with a growing canine cock. His watering mouth hangs open just over your face, drizzling voracious saliva down all over you. Will's hands tremble with resistance as he growls, "God, I just want to taste you, $name." He leans forward and stuffs your face between his menacingly sharp jaws, rubbing you down over his tongue as his belly growls hungrily. Just as his hands, shifted to your rump, start pushing upward, Walter grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you from his son's devouring maw. "You see?" The older wolf insists. "The boy is just fine, no need for a knight in shining armor today, $name." You blush as the wolf sets you beside him again, heart racing as wolf saliva drips off your face. Will would have eaten you whole if his father hadn't intervened. You nod in agreement and force an embarrassed smile at the young wolf still staring at you like a juicy steak. "As long as Will's alright…" Walter claps you on the back and says, "You're a good friend, and you're lucky enough to not be a good meal. We'll see you around, little guy." The two wolves get up and make their way out of the eatery, leaving you alone to finish up the scraps left on their plates. [[Return to the elevators->Deck 9 Elevators]] (set: $willsaved to 1)]

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Get into the hot tub with Rhodar and this rhino's precum starts leaking, converting you into a female for him to breed.

''The Wolf Den'' "I'm not having second thoughts!" You exclaim as you sink toward a watery doom. "Please, daddy, breed me with your big wolf cock. Make me your little mewling bitch." Walter smirks. His knot firms up again. He plants his hands on his hips and starts thrusting them back and forth, driving his enormous manhood into your guts as you dangle over the sea. He laughs at your flailing arms and legs. Your heart races with terror, but you're snug and secure now that his knot has swelled back up to the size of a bowling ball inside you. "You know what I liked the sound of, boy?" He asks. "What, sir?" You ask. "Breeding," he growls. Walter walks back into the lavish wolf den where Will waits with a smile and a rigid cock of his own, much bigger than the little dog dick your friend used to have. "Yes," Walter exclaims as you bounce against his crotch, "I think you'll be a perfect little omega son." Will's sharp teeth glint in the light when he grins at you. He approaches as Walter lifts you up with your back pressed to his muscled gut, his manhood distending your flat stomach. "That's it," Walter rumbles in your ear soothingly, "relax and let daddy fix you." You feel strange against the man, a warmth building between you that makes your body go limp. Will kneels down at Walter's feet and gives your little cock a lick and then another. You look down and watch dizzily as your body grows and reshapes into a slender, wolfish physique, but your dick just seems to shrink with every touch of Will's tongue. And between his legs, Will's manhood swells nearly to the size of his father's by the time your genitals disappear entirely. Walter squeezes his arms tight over your chest as he growls, "That's it, son, your brother will make much better use of that cock than you ever could." Will grins up at you from your bare crotch as he pushes his tensed tongue hard against your skin until you can feel it digging inside you. "Good boy," Walter rasps as he starts pumping his member inside your ass. (link-reveal:"''You gasp and moan''")[(show:?hidden)]|hidden)[ ''as Will's tongue buries itself deep, carving out a new opening inside you.'' You feel every little movement inside you against your raw, sensitive flesh as a tight cunt forms between your legs for him. "Now," Walter interrupts, "fuck your brother, son. Make that little pussy permanent for him." The younger wolf practically jumps up, his tongue dragging out of you and leaving you dripping as he presses his chest to yours and rubs his cock, engorged with your added length and girth, to your new slit. You start to protest, but Will presses his mouth to yours and lets you taste your own juices on his tongue as he shoves himself inside your cunt. You howl as the two wolves sandwich you between them, your smaller body squished between sweating, heaving lupine muscle. You squirm and struggle as Will's manhood stretches you open, excavating your insides until you feel your organs rearranging to accommodate the depth of your new genitalia. It isn't long before Walter and Will are pounding recklessly at your still-smaller wolf body between them, two massive cocks plundering you for every ounce of pleasure they can muster. You sink down, face smushed between their sweat-drenched chests, as your new father and brother kiss over you. Will's knot finally manages to lodge itself inside your tight, virgin hole and you moan helplessly between them in the throes of the most intense orgasm you've ever felt. Their chests rumble with throaty laughs that turn to growls as their knots swell. Each cock pulses and thickens as it begins to pump wolf seed into your depths, swelling up your flat abdomen between them as your womb and stomach are filled. Not a drop can escape past their twin knots, pulling you back and forth between them. Walter squeezes his arms around you and Will, lifting the both of you as he stumbles back to fall on his back on a massive bed with you atop his chest and Will atop you. Your dad strokes your head with one hand and Will's with the other as he says, "Good boys. Don't worry, $name. Once our knots go down, I'll flip you over and put a baby brother in your belly for you." Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''The Wolf Den'' "Go fuck yourself," you snarl as you pull yourself back up against him, grasping his broad shoulders to support your weight as his knot shrinks. The wolf frowns and plants his hands on his hips. "That's no way to speak to your father, young man," Walter scolds. "But if you don't want to join our little pack, then I'll of course send you on your happy way." His manhood softens inside you until you can hook turn around to hook your legs onto the railing to support your weight. But just as you do, the wolfish hose in your guts begins to spew hot piss, marking and flooding your insides. You look up at Walter in horror and he's grinning with all his sharp teeth. The sudden pressure pushes you back, nearly falling down into the ocean before you wrap your arms around the wolf's muscled neck. His long tongue laps at your face as your stomach swells and sloshes heavily. He chuckles, "Tasty boy. It's a shame you had to be so rude." Your arms and legs burn with exertion. Your weight doubles as his bladder empties inside your engorged belly and you can hardly hold on. You can taste the acrid fluid burning in your throat, overflowing up into your mouth before the wolf's flood finally ceases with a satisfied sigh. "(link-reveal:"You said you'd send me on my way!")[(show:?hidden)]"|hidden)[ ''You protest as Walter shoves himself tight against the rail, squishing your legs painfully.'' "I'm trying," he chuckles, "but you seem to be holding on rather tight. My little piss balloon is more resilient than expected." He yawns and lifts his arms up to fold his fingers behind his head. You feel dizzy, battered by the sudden rush of musk emanating from his exposed armpits. Your arms loosen around his neck and Walter grins. All it takes is one quick thrust forward, rattling the rail, to make that massive weight in your belly slosh back and break your brittle hold. You slide down his flaccid cock with a shlorp and tumble down with only the fading sound of Walter's laugh to wish you farewell. You slap hard against the water's surface, your heavy stomach colliding first. All the pressure sends the wolf's bladder juice spewing out of you in one great rush until you're never with nothing but a slightly flabby stomach by the time you collect yourself a few dozen feet deep underwater. The ship coasts away at a quick pace, far too fast for you to catch up anymore, and its light fades until you're left in the dark, thrashing water with nothing but moon and starlight to see. But something senses the little fishy all alone in the water and you hear something displacing massive amounts of water as it approaches. All you see all the edges of a colossal toothless maw stretched open before it engulfs you and all the water around you. The whale hardly notices you as you slide down into its enormous belly, just one of the many little fishies he's scooped up in his mouth since he started following the cruise ship full of clumsy prey. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] ]

''The Feeding Trough'' "To avenge my friend, Will," you say as you grab a glistening steak knife from the table and lunge at Walter. He just grins, even as the sharp point closes toward his muscled neck. A powerful, crushing hand closes around your wrist and another holds you up in the air over Walter's lap by the back of your neck. Your fingers loosen as Walter takes the knife and stabs it into the table with a snarl. Looking back, you can see Will standing behind you beside the booth, all his newfound strength brought to bear on you. "How dare you try to hurt my father?" Will growls, showing his sharp, white teeth. "I thought we were friends." "You… you remember me?" You stammer in disbelief. "Then why didn't you come back?" He shakes his head and declares, "I'm done with my old life. You guys always laughed at my weight and thought I was a wimp, but thanks to dad, I'll never have to feel weak again." "Ahem," Walter interrupts. "You know, son. A growing young man like you needs all the protein he can get." You feel Will's hot breath on your neck as his teeth part, giving you a glimpse of his long, red tongue and the gullet that awaits you. "I bet he'd be a tasty snack if you let daddy cover him in your favorite sauce." "(link-reveal:"Favorite sauce?")[(show:?hidden)]"|hidden)[ you ask just as you feel your dangling toes engulfed by warm wetness. You look down to see Walter's huge cock lips stretching around you. Your body starts to shrink down in Will's hands until you're about the same size as Walter's member. "Oh yes, please, dad," Will huffs with a smile as he lowers you. The wolfish manhood belches precum up over your feet, letting you slide down easily as Walter leans back in his seat. He grins and rubs his muscled gut, swollen with dinner, as his son feeds you down into his cock. "Wait!" You protest in a small voice. "You can't do this, Will!" Your friend chuckles as he lowers his mouth over your head and swirls his tongue around you. "Mmmmmm," he reverberates, saliva gushing down all over you as the young wolf rips off all your clothes. Walter's member engulfs you to the knees as Will swallows you down until your face is pressed to his throat and soft stomach clenched in his jaws. Walter moans as Will gives you a quick shove down and buries you to the waist in wolf cock. His jaws hold your arms tight to your sides as they're pushed down into the shaft until the lips of Walter's member slurp over your shoulders and squeeze tight around your neck. You feel the big wolf's fingers caress you through his cock as Will lifts his mouth up to grin down at you. "Good boy," Walter growls, patting Will on the head, "now let daddy feed you your dessert." The young wolf's eyes fix on you as he lowers his maw over Walter's cock. His lips squeeze you through the shaft, sliding up and down the length of your body inside it. The old wolf moans and bucks up into his son's mouth, burying your head down your friend's throat. Your face is drenched in Will's saliva and your body in Walter's precum. "Fuck," you hear Walter's distant, deep voice, "that feels incredible, boys." The shaft drags you down until your head is squeezed between his lips. "Be a good snack and squirm in there, $name." You try to stay still, but the squeezing cock meat around you presses in and makes you squirm with discomfort. Will's throat hugs you tight, sliding you up and down along his tongue until Walter finally lets out a groan and says, "Here it comes, son." You slide out and find yourself looking up out Walter's cock at the young wolf's gaping maw, waiting to be fed. A strong hand crushes down around you as Walter pumps himself over the edge. Pressure mounts at your feet, bubbling cum coursing up until it reaches the logjam of your hips. Finally, Walter howls. The pressure explodes and sends you flying out like a cannonball onto Will's waiting tongue, followed by a titanic river of wolf cum battering you toward his throat. With a booming gulp, you slickly slide down Will's esophagus like a cum-filled waterslide. You hear the beating of your friend's racing heart as you slide down until you hit a barrier. Will's sphincter stretches open and sends you tumbling down into his belly. A waterfall of his dad's cum rains down on you for minutes afterward until you're so encased in it you can hardly move. The world shifts around you and then you hear Walter's voice close, reverberating through Will's stomach, as he taunts, "You make a better snack than a friend, as it turns out. We better hit the gym so Will can make good use of all this protein." You struggle, but there's not much you can do as your friend's belly slowly turns you into energy.(set: $willpudge to 1) Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] ]

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''The Aviary Atrium'' At first, you felt a little itch, a nagging urge to listen to the bird's beautiful song, but the closer you draw to him, the more overpowering that compulsion becomes. //TF player into theme music//

''The Aviary Atrium'' You approach the desk just as another guest, a meek rabbit who seems about as desperate as you were earlier, walks away and the looming elephant grins down at you as he stands with his hands on his hips. "Well, hello again, tasty morsel," Emerson says, rubbing his belly with that enormous trunk. "You know, you're just in time." You raise a brow and ask, "In time for what?" "The end of my shift, of course," he announces, reaching his trunk out across the desk to let its heft come down against your back and pin you to the the surface. "I had a feeling you might wander back into my grasp before the night was done." "I just wanted to see if you'd heard anything about my missing friends," you protest as the trunk curls around your chest and lifts you up off your feet. The older elephant smirks, "Not a thing, though I know a few places you might look…" "Where?" You ask, suddenly hopeful even as he presses your little body against his growling gut and unbuttons his jacket and dress shirt to let your face rub against his coarse gray skin. "Well," he pauses, "it wouldn't be the first time a little guy went and got himself slurped down my trunk." He lets out a deep, booming laugh as his belly gurgles hungrily. Curled around you, the tip of his trunk squeezes at the back of your head and starts stretching open around you. The elephant asks, "How's about it, boy? You want to have a look?"|choice>[ "(link-reveal: "Well… I guess.")[(replace: ?choice)[](show: ?choice1)]" "(link-reveal: "No, let me go!")[(replace: ?choice)[](show: ?choice2)]" ]|choice1)[ ''"Well… just a quick look and then you'll let me out?" You reluctantly reply. '' Emerson grins as he pushes the lips of his trunk atop the crown of your head. He mutters, "But of course." The world goes black as his trunk sucks you up into it, unfurling its coiled grip around your body and holding you aloft by suction alone, your little feet dangling uselessly below you as you collide with the growing bulge in his trousers. After a moment, he grasps you in his hefty fingers and starts feeding you upward. The trunk is warm and slick inside, squeezing you in its mighty grip as it hungrily enfulfs its meal. It takes a few seconds for his trunk to stretch wide enough for your shoulders, but it isn't long before he's pulling in your chest, pinning your squirming arms to your sides as you're condensed into a thin, round shape. "Oh, that feels nice," he groans. His other hand squeezes you through the thick flesh of his trunk, playing with the bulge you make. He keeps sliding his grip as you disappear down to your waist, nothing but a pair of struggling legs jutting from the devouring elephant's trunk. He plants his hands on his hips and lets you dangle helplessly, his body rumbling around you with laughter. "See anyone yet?" he teases, your feet slapping against his big, round belly. "(link-reveal: "I don't think there's anyone in here…")[(show: ?hidden1)]"|hidden1)[ you shout back, echoing inside the elephant's trunk. "You just need to go deeper, little buddy," he assures you. With a slurping sound, you're dragged up inside the trunk until the full length of your body is engulfed. He kneads at you through his muscled flesh as he gulps you down deeper and you begin making your way down his esophagus. Gravity hastens your slide down past his thumping heart until, with a loud glork, you dive face-first into the elephant's spacious gut. The rest of your body soon follows, and the warm fluid pooling at the bottom of his stomach drenches you as he sloshes around his belly. You're balled up in the suddenly full chamber and the elephant chortles. You feel his hand pat and squeeze you through his flesh and he says, "Don't worry, if any of your friends come looking for you I'll send them right in." With a booming belch, his gut clenches tightly around you, holding you in place as you're slowly digested over the course of the rest of the elephant's shift with nothing to do but listen to the groans and squelches of his body, and the distant sound of the other people he's speaking to. You squirm for a while, but as your body softens and weakens it's obviously inevitable that you'll become elephant pudge. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]] |choice2)[ ''"No! Let me go!" You uselessly protest as the elephant's smile becomes a sinister grin.'' "Well, if you're not inclined to search //that// trunk, you're in luck," he rumbles as reaches down to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. "I've got two." The bulge in his pants uncoils eagerly, letting an immense gray manhood flop out atop a pair of bowling ball nuts. His drooling foreskin droops down long past the tip of his meat and oozes globs of precum down on the floor at his feet. "Stop it!" You snarl, trying to wrest your arms free from the coiled strength of his trunk. He licks his lips and his cock firms up. "Oh yes, please do struggle, my little friend," he coos as his trunk lowers you down to rub your short body against the length of his manhood, your face buried in his musky crotch and your feet teasing against the organ's dripping hood. "Look at that… you'll be a perfect fit." Your frenzied resistance hardly registers against the elephant's mighty trunk as he brings you down and lifts his manhood up in both hands to engulf your face in his slimy foreskin, muffling your shouts of protest. Every time you open your mouth, you choke on a flood of his precum. You drip and sputter with the fluid when he pulls you back out. You look up and see the elephant grinning back, licking his chops. Suddenly, he thrusts his hips forward and the world goes black, the mouth of his massive member suddenly engulfing your head as his foreskin hugs your shoulders. "Oh, fuck yes," he groans as he pulls back and gives you a short-lived view of the ecstasy on his face. He pumps his hips back and forth, eagerly fucking your slender body down into the shaft of his fat cock as you squirm and drown in his copious juices. His member hardens around you, flexing its powerful girth around your intruding body as he humps at you. It takes a moment for his gaping cock mouth to stretch around your shoulders, but once it does the elephant slides his trunk down to hold you by your ankles as he feeds almost your entire length down that hungry shaft. With every thrust, the elephant's flood of precum becomes that much more immense until you're dripping like a wet towel every time you're dragged from his cock. "Oh fuck," he groans, "I could do this all day, but…" His trunk loosens its grip around your legs as you dangle, buried to the waist, from his foreskin. "Look at you," he marvels as you kick, struggling uselessly. "I love when they have a little fight in them," he laughs as he presses his fat fingertips to the soles of your feet and pushes you in deeper and deeper until the last of you sinks past his foreskin. With a devouring flex, the elephant's member gulps you down and plops you into a tank of cum in his expansive ballsack, squeezing you in beside those two enormous orbs. You panic, unable to breathe, as the elephant's seed presses at your every orifice. When you finally can't take it anymore and open your mouth, the flood rushes straight down your throat. Yet you feel a sudden sense of relief, not a breath but a lack of need for it. Your skin tingles and your insides warm. Those same fat elephant fingers knead and tease at you inside his swollen sack before he stuffs his member and your prison back into his trousers and zips up. You feel your body weaken and soften as his voice reverberates through your new world. "Get comfortable, cocksnack. You're going to make a lovely little load once my shift's over and I find a nice ass to deposit you in." Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

''The Aviary Atrium'' You put on a smile and make your way over to the slender blue dragon, introducing yourself, "Hi, I'm $name." He startles from his mumbling and turns his downcast eyes toward you as he replies, "Oh, hello." After a pause, he reciprocates, "I'm Drew." "Are you… alright?" He lets out a sigh and speaks so softly that you take a seat beside him just to hear. "Am I that obvious?" "Just a bit," you chuckle. "It's just," he starts, pausing as a blush fills his cheeks, "my fiancé and I decided to take this cruise together, like a romantic getaway, but I don't know what's wrong with me." "You guys aren't getting along?" "More like we aren't getting it on," he admits. "Oh," you exhale, wide-eyed. "But why not?" Drew suddenly stands and fumbles at his trousers as he stammers, "It-it's embarrassing, but…" A monstrous, soft cock flops out between his skinny thighs. "No matter what I do, I just can't seem to get it up. I've been sitting here fantasizing about tearing your clothes off and splitting you open since the second you sat down, and still nothing." "You have?" You exclaim, your heart racing at the thought. "Ben loves watching me stretch out a little guy like you," the dragon grins, hands propped on his hips. "You know, maybe you could help me out?" |choice>["(link-reveal: "Sure!")[(replace: ?choice)["Sure!"](show: ?choice1)(show: ?continue)]" "(link-reveal: "I'm not sure about that.")[(replace: ?choice)["I'm not sure about that."](show: ?choice2)(show: ?continue)]"] |choice1)[ ''"Such a sweet guy," he coos as he grabs you around the waist with one hand and lifts his enormous cock with the other.'']|choice2)[ ''"Oh, come on," he insists. "It's not like I'm giving you a choice."'' He snarls as you try to flee, a powerful hand gripping you around the waist.]|continue)[ His sharp claws effortlessly shred open your trousers as he tips you upside down and lifts your rump to his mouth. You squirm as his long, thick tongue runs between your cheeks and pushes at you. "Mmmmmm," he purrs, forcing the slender tip of his tongue inside your ass. It isn't long before your cheeks press to his maw as he fucks you with his talented tongue. Your face hanging down in his lap, you bump against his member and push at it with your little hands, but still it doesn't harden. You moan and wriggle as he slithers deep into your guts before finally pulling out with one last slurp. "Now let's see if you fit," Drew mutters to himself as he twirls you right-side up and eagerly pops your stretched hole over the flared head of his cock, lodging himself inside you. You gasp as the dragon takes you in both hands and starts shoving you down the length of his squishy manhood. The massive tube of flesh bulges in your belly as he efficiently works his way deeper. "Oh Drew, you're too big," you protest, kicking and squirming when you realize he hardly seems to hear you. But the dragon just snarls as he grabs your legs and folds them up against your chest, squeezing you tight in his hands. You're helpless to stop Drew when he hastily slides you down. His tip burrows up under your ribs until you feel it coming up your throat. He grins down at you as your mouth is stretched open wide by the mouthful of cockmeat that comes jutting out until your lips are tight around his shaft just below his tip. "Now, let's make you a little more useful," he announces as he kneads at you with his massive fingers until your arms and legs seem to fuse into your body. When he removes his hands and lets his massive member flop down between his legs, you can't even move. Drew begins walking away with his cock bouncing between his legs as he idly strokes and squeezes you around it. You feel your little body begin to compress, lips dragging along his shaft until you're condensed into a firm, metal ring—eyes staring down his length and mouth gaping around his girth—around the base of his manhood. As he steps into the elevator, he grins down at you and says, "Yes, I think you'll do nicely, little guy." He hooks a thumb into the bottom of you and stretches you out to plop his two bulbous balls through you. And then you start to feel him grow. He swells up with a sudden intensity that strains your metal mouth until his cock is rigid and pointing straight forward like a jutting spear from his crotch. The dragon is beaming down at his rejuvenated member as he says, "Looks like I'm back in business. And you'll have a front-row seat to my big comeback tour." Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

TF into a statue or be eaten by a statue of a minotaur "Finally, at the far end of the room, opposite the elevators and stairs, is a towering statue of a giant minotaur encircled by other strangely life-like statues worshipping at his massive feet and licking at his gargantuan cock." [[Inspect the magnificent minotaur statue->MinotaurStatue]]

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[[Walk toward the fore->WalkSlippers]] [[Walk toward the aft->WalkChair]] [[Look out across the sea->EnjoySea]]

Octopus vore?

''The Feeding Trough'' You hurry into line, grabbing a bowl and spoon, to soon find yourself dwarfed by rotund creatures all around you. You're stuck facing a hungry hippo's enormous rump that seems to bounce with every little step closer to the machine. A polar bear's gargantuan gut pummels into you from behind as he steps into line, knocking you to the floor. Dressed in a stretched blue polo and a pair of bulging jeans, he leans down to look at you and say, "Be careful, little feller. Didn't see you there." He steps over you, nearly crushing you underfoot before you scurry between his massive paws, and takes your spot in line.|split1>[ (link: "Take a place in line behind the bear")[(show: ?choice2)(replace: ?split1)[]] (link: "Protest that he stole your spot")[(show: ?choice1)(replace: ?split1)[]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The polar bear will freeze you with his icy breath and squish you into a fine cream under his paw. You'll make a nice bowl of ice cream and he won't even have to wait in line.]]] |choice1)[ ''You scramble to your feet behind the bear, shove him with both hands, and shout, "Hey, you stole my spot."'' He barely seems to notice your little push, but he turns around with a smirk. "Did I?" He asks with a mockingly apologetic tone. "I'm so sorry, feller. I'm just hankering for a nice bowl and, you know…" The massive bear leans down and brings his snout level with yours to take a sniff. He sucks in a deep breath, swelling his chest with full lungs, and opens his massive maw to let it all out. The bear's breath isn't warm, but frigid. It washes over you like an icy bath. You try to pull away, to escape the rush of freezing wind gushing from his gullet, but your limps stick in place and your skin hardens as a layer of ice covers you. He rises back to his towering height and nods approvingly, "Mmm, that's much better. I've always wanted to try homemade ice cream." A colossal paw kicks out and knocks you rigidly onto your back. The bear steps forward and brings the sole down on the center of your chest, his full weight crushing down on your frozen form. Rather than cracking and breaking beneath him, your torso just squishes beneath him like paste. He rolls his massive foot back and forth over you, wiggling his toes against your face as his weight mashes you into a frigid, creamy mess on the floor. When the his paw lifts away, you see the aged bear grinning down at you, big, red tongue sliding over his lips. Your body has retained its coloring, but been mushed together into a perfectly frigid cream on the floor. The polar bear leans down and scoops you with a paw into his bowl and stuffs his spoon deep inside your body to lift a mouthful and drop it onto his tongue. You can feel yourself melting on the warm, red flesh as it soaks up your sweet flavors and he purrs all around you before dragging that part of you down his gullet with a gulp. "Delicious!" He exclaims as he rubs his fat belly and stares down at the rest of you in his bowl. "I'd let you have your place in line back, but it doesn't seem like you'll have much use for it." Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] ] |choice2)[ ''You carefully extract yourself from between the polar bear's colossal paws and take a spot in line behind him as he chuckles at your submission.'' Fortunately, the line is moving quickly now as people pour bowl after bowl from the ice cream machine. But just as the bear is filling his bowl, a short, squawking penguin comes up from behind and pushes you aside with a feathered hand. He stands barely taller than you, but with a stout body beneath his white dress shirt and black trousers.|split2>[ (link: "Wait for the penguin to get his ice cream")[(show: ?choice4)(replace: ?split2)[]] (link: "Confront the penguin for pushing you aside")[(show: ?choice3)(replace: ?split2)[]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ The penguin will apologize and confess that he's been agitated all day since he hasn't found a mate. He takes one more look at you and decides you'd make a good-looking penguin.]]] |choice3)[ ''You get back up and grab the penguin by the shoulder, spinning him to face you as you say, "Hey! It was my turn."'' He winces and his icy blue eyes meet your, drooping apologetically as he says, "I'm sorry. I'm a bit on edge today. Here, have my bowl." He hands you a full bowl of ice cream, covered in hot fudge, sprinkles, and a shining red cherry. You stare down at the bowl, victory in your grasp, but find your gaze drawn back to the penguin's handsome, weathered face. You ask, "What's got you on edge? I'm $name, by the way." "Perry," he introduces himself as he grabs your free hand in both his feathered ones, lingering in the handshake as he admits, "I guess I just hoped to find a mate while I was on vacation and I haven't had a damn spot of luck." "That's a shame," you whisper with a sympathetic smile as your hands part. "We could share this bowl, if you wanted." Perry's face lights up and his orange beak spreads into a wide smile. "Really? That would be great!" He rubs the little belly in his buttoned shirt and says, "I don't think I could've finished it by myself anyway." The penguin puts a comforting arm around your shoulder and walks you over to an empty booth by the window, a view of the sunset over the rolling waves outside. You slide onto one of the benches and he takes a seat beside you, his stout little body rubbing close against yours. "You know," Perry whispers as he scoops up a spoonful of ice cream, glistening with sweet toppings, "you're really sweet to do this for me." He lifts the spoon to your mouth and smiles as you open wide for him, letting him feed you the first, delicious bite of the dessert. You let out a little moan and feel his feathery fingers kneading at your back. The penguin surges forward and presses his beak to your mouth as he says, "Share a little of that with me." The two of you kiss, the melting sweetness shared between your mouths as your tongues dance. Perry puts the the spoon back in the bowl and takes your head in both hands, eagerly lavishing at your lips with his soft beak. A strange feeling overtakes you. You feel light and buoyant in your seat, dizzy with pleasant sensations as the man envelops you in an insistent smooch. When he finally pulls back, Perry grins with wide eyes. Below your eyes, you see a bright orange beak to match Perry's. You lift you fingers to it and find them covered in black feathers. Your clothes stretch and strain as your body swells into the stout shape of a penguin. "Wait," you protest but Perry can't help himself. The older penguin leans down and sucks up a mouthful of ice cream before bringing it back to your mouth to feed it to you like you're his baby bird. You've weakened in your new form, and you can't resist the larger man as he rubs your bodies together and hastens your transformation. You moan and tremble with pleasure as Perry shares his bounty of sweet ice cream with you until you're just two penguins kissing together in a booth. Satisfied with your change, Perry finally leans back in his seat with your face squeezed to his chest, toying with the feathers atop your head. "You were cute, but //now// you're perfect!" Perry whispers. He guides your feathered fingers down to his tented trousers and lets you feel his thick manhood. "And we'll be mated for life. Won't that be nice?" Your plump little penguin ass throbs in anticipation, and though you're loathe to admit it, that does sound quite nice. Perry unzips his fly and fishes out his rigid member. He rises up and pokes it into a scoop of ice cream before sitting back down and insisting, "Have a lick, dear. You'll be eating for two once I get some chicks in you." You lean down and lap at his ice cream cock with unexpected eagerness, quickly embracing your new life as a penguin's loyal little mate. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]] |choice4)[ ''You get back to your feet and brush yourself off as the penguin serves himself a bowl and blushingly mutters, "Sorry," before shuffling off toward the elevators.'' Without any more hassle, you manage to serve up a bowl of thick ice cream, perfectly covered with chocolate fudge, sprinkles, and a juicy cherry on top, just as Buckley requested. (link: "Hurry back to Buckley before it melts")[(goto:"BuckleyPositive")]]]

''The Feeding Trough'' You make your way over to the table where the friendly-looking buck, with tufts of graying fur sprouting from the unbuttoned top of his Hawaiian shirt, gorges himself on all manners of food with a pile of emptied plates already assembled beside him. Just as you walk up, his face scrunches up and he covers his mouth with his fist, but you can feel the force of the belch in your bones as his warm, wet breath coats your face. "Excuse me," he chuckles in a nasal voice before pushing a thick breast of fried chicken between his gnashing jaws. He chewed with his mouth open as he said, "I'm Brian. Sorry to be rude, but I've just been starving." You smile as you look up at the large, seated buck and introduce yourself, "Nice to meet you. My name is $name." When he reaches out a hand to shake yours, Brian's belly growls and he looks down at it with a frown. You can't help but ask, "Why are you so hungry?" "Get me another plate and I'll tell you, boy," the older buck chuckles and lifts his plate to dump the remains of that course into his gaping gullet before licking the porcelain clean. His gut swells and strains the fabric of his shirt as he leans back in his chair with a satisfied grin.|choice>[ (link: "Obey the buck")[(show: ?choice1)(replace: ?choice)[]] (link: "Refuse the buck")[(show: ?choice2)(replace: ?choice)[]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Without another plate, Brian will have plenty of room in his belly for you.]]]|choice1)[ ''You smile amiably and hurry to fill another plate with all the heaviest cuisines for the ravenous male'', feeling the weight of his gaze as you work. When you deposit, on Brian's table, a plate so heavy you can hardly carry it in both hands, he clasps his hands together and says, "There's a good boy." Brian wastes no time shoveling mouthfuls of your tribute past those chomping teeth, spraying your face with damp crumbs as he speaks, "Truth be told, I fed this big boy his first spot of live prey a few days ago." Noting the mixture of horror and fascination on your face when he pats his belly, he goes on, "He was a nice squirrel who, if you can believe it, //begged// me to devour him. Quite the charmer, that one. He got down and gave me the best damn blowjobs I'd ever had while I ate, and then rubbed my belly until long after I'd fallen asleep right in this booth." He let out another belch after a particularly hearty mouthful of pie before the buttons on his shirt finally popped and his firm, ample stomach spilled out before your eyes. Brian smirked as he looked down at his wardrobe malfuction and said, "Whoops! You know, you can touch it if you like." You slide into the booth beside him and hesitantly press your fingers to the firm bulk of his gut, all the while he watches as his teeth gnash at a slab of steak. As you start obediently massaging his belly, he nods approvingly and goes on, "Well, I woke up and that squirrel had himself halfway into my mouth already, buried to the waist between these jaws." Sitting so close, you notice a growing bulge in his cargo shorts as the buck laughs, "I graasped him by that fluffy tail that was tickling my chin and started pulling him back out, but he grabbed my horns and yelled, 'Please! I want to feed you.' Now, I've never been a predatory sort of guy—truth be told, I'm only on this cruise since my buddies dragged me—but damn if he didn't feel good with his legs stuck down my esophagus." You stare up at Brian as you slowly lower your hands to squeeze his enormous manhood through his shorts, he hardly pauses his story but to let out a little moan and give you a wink. "So, what did I do?" he asks rhetorically. "Well, I just sat back, put my hands on my belly, and let him do his thing. And good lord, $name, it was something else. I felt his wriggling little body slide deeper and deeper. I watched my chest swell up and squeezed the bulge his little feet finally made in my belly as I watched him disappear down to his shoulders, just a pair of suddenly fearful eyes staring up at me." You hardly have time to react when the big buck suddenly grabs you by the scruff of your neck in one hand and undoes his shorts with the other. He lifts your rump up to his snout and gives your hole a quick lathering with his long, warm tongue. "I swear, I'd never been more turned on my whole damn life, son," he huffs as he lowers you onto his manhood, perched atop his mushroom head as it gushes precum up and lubes you further. "I ripped the pair of shorts I was wearing and jerked off like mad as the little dude started to panic. He grabbed at my snout with those little hands, but I just snorted in his face with laughter and took a nice, big gulp that pulled his head into my mouth and folded his arms up over his shoulders." Brian urgently shoves you down onto his member, splitting you open with his immense girth, as he squeezes you in both hands to force your arms to your sides. You struggle and yelp in discomfort, but his crushing strength is inescapable. He leans down and licks your face, purring, "Damn. You're a tasty one, too. Good thing you filled me up a bit or I'd be tempted to…" "…well, anyway, one more gulp and I watched those scrambling hands disappear. It was incredible, watching this big gut swell up with a tight ball of wriggling squirrel inside it. Can you imagine?” You groan as your rump settles into his lap, that gargantuan cock distending your abdomen as you find yourself face-to-face with his gut. With a smirk, he releases his grip on your body and plops his hands down on the table. “How’s that feel, boy?”|choicetwo>[ "(link: "Incredible, sir")[(show: ?choice3 + ?choice5)(replace: ?choicetwo)[]]" "(link: "Let me off!")[(show: ?choice4 + ?choice5)(replace: ?choicetwo)[]]]"|choice3)[ ''"Incredible, sir," you whimper as you rest your little hands on the bulbous belly spilling out between Brian's open hawaaian shirt.'' "Rub it," he commands, and you eagerly obey. The ball of flesh doesn't wriggle with prey, but it gurgles and glorks with every touch as the buck digests a feast's worth of buffet food. You knead into him as hard as you can, but his furry flesh is firm. He closes his eyes and purrs, "That's it, son. Make yourself useful."]|choice4)[ ''"Let me off!" You whine, slamming your little hands into his bulbous belly.'' You try to push yourself up off Brian's cock, but it's lodged too deeply and tightly for your meager efforts to do anything but excite the powerful buck further. In the end, your struggle just feels like a belly rub and makes him groan with pleasure. The ball of flesh gurgles and glorks with every touch as the buck digests a feast's worth of buffet food. He closes his eyes and chuckles, "Fight all you like, son. I like 'em with a bit of spunk."]|choice5)[ His fat mushroom swells inside you, pumping out liters of thick buck juice with nowhere to go but up until your slender stomach begins to swell and slosh about. His fingers dig into your butt cheeks and drag you up and down his shaft, setting your insides aflame with every little motion. "I could have used an ass like this while that rabbit was squirming around," Brian remarks with a hint of strain in his voice. "Argh, sorry about this part." He abruptly shifts sideways in the booth and plants you on your back across the bench with his enormous gut bearing down on you, smothering your face in warm, damp fur. The buck begins pumping his hips with a frenzied desire, pummeling your little body inside and out. Brian grabs you by the back of the head and smooshes you into his firm belly as he howls, "Just imagine how he squirmed. The muffled little whimpering. Ohhh, fuck yes!" You feel the rumble riding down the length of his buried member, followed by a vast river of cum bursting forth like the result of a broken dam. Your belly overflows, straining so hard you feel it might burst until the thick juices make their way up and you begin belching up Brian's seed all over his gut and yourself. He chuckles down at you, panting as his member squeezes out burst after burst until he's spent and you're drenched. "Heh," he snorts, "I guess I was a bit pent up." He pulls back off you, belly dripping down on your little body, and carefully drags you up off his half-hard cock until his head pops out like a cork from an upside down wine bottle, flooding the bench with buck cum. "I better have a shower and a nap after all that. Nice to meet you, $name. We'll have to do this again sometime once I've had a //proper// meal." [[Return to the elevators->Deck 9 Elevators]]]]|choice2)[ "You look like you've had enough," you tease, reaching out to tug on one of his shirt's straining buttons. The big old buck smirks as he watches you play with the button and replies, "You might have a point. Wouldn't want to fill up on snacks, after all." "Come on. Just tell me why you're so hungry," you insist. "I can do you one better," he chuckles, grabbing you by the wrist and lifting your hands up into his mouth. "I'll show you." He presses your fingers down on his huge, dripping tongue and rolls it around your helpless hand. "Hey," you protest, "what are you doing?" "All day I've been trying to keep myself too full to do this again," he groans as he slurps at your hand, pulling your arm insides until his jaws are clamped around your shoulder. "But there's no taste like this—raw, wriggling, and terrified." Your heart races as you struggle against him, but Brian easily lifts you up to sit atop his growling gut. You slap at his muzzle and kick at his sides, but he just licks and sucks at your trapped arm while the bulge in his shorts grows. Rumbling, snorting breaths rush out the buck's nostrils and wash over your face. He rolls his big tongue all over your arm as he gulps and lodges your hand down his clenched esophagus. With a smirk, he loosens his grip and lets you struggle to wrench your hand from his throat.|choice6>[ (link: "Grab his antlers for leverage")[(replace: ?choice6)[](show: ?choice7 + ?choice9)] (link: "Reach into his mouth to pull yourself out")[(replace: ?choice6)[](show: ?choice8 + ?choice9)]]|choice7)[ ''You grab onto his sturdy antlers and pull with all your strength, but it's useless against the buck's grasping gulps.'' He rolls his tongue out and down the side of your body, drenching your clothes tight against your body with deer saliva. With a firm hand on the back of your head, he bends your face down onto his tongue and slides you along it with a swallow that drags down a mouthful of slobber. Your arm is buried down his gullet to the shoulder, your face pressed to his heavy uvula as he chuckles around you. With a shake of his antlers, you lose your grip and his next gulp drags you face-first into the sluicing tunnel of squeezing flesh. All your fumbling and kicking hardly slow the insistent buck as he feeds the rest of your body between his jaws.]|choice8)[ ''You reach down and grab your forearm, planting your feet on Brian's belly to pull with all your might.'' You hardly manage to retrieve an inch of your lost hand before Brian lets out an amused rumble and gulps loudly. The sudden pull of his gullet drags down your forearm and gets a hold on the other to bring it down alongside the first. All you can do is kick and shout, "Stop! Let me go!" as Brian feeds you into his gaping maw, sliding your face along the spit-soaked slide of his big, red tongue. You go down smooth, just a few quick gulps and the world goes dark, replacing by the wet grasping sound of his throat and the rancid smell of a long day's eating.]|choice9)[ It isn't long before you plop down into his half-stuffed gut, landing in a pool of half-digested buffet foods. You hardly fit inside, squeezed tightly against the walls of his stomach you feel his firm fingers knead at you. A rush of wretched air is sucked up out of the chamber as Brian lets out a long, reverberating belch and sinks back in his seat. "Now //that// hit the spot, boy," the buck snorts as he slaps his belly. When he manages to rise to his feet, he doesn't even bother trying to button up his shirt over the swollen flesh. He just lumbers back to his room, mixing you up in the digestive slush inside with every step, and lowers himself into bed. His snores aren't long behind, as you're left to struggle against the inevitable realization that you'll be nothing but a layer of pudge on this buck's belly by the time he disembarks tomorrow—a suitable souvenir from a Carnivore Cruise. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] ]]

A looming alligator pushes you aside to grab a booth, and the slender cat following in his footsteps stammers an apology in your direction before piling a plate high with foods and delivering it to the gator. [[Get a closer look at the alligator->GatorBlowjob]]

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''The Beastly Bistro'' Your hands shake as you approach the scorpion's booth, his stinger pounding impatiently down on the table as he gnashes his teeth. A small creature's torn clothes are strewn across the table, and it doesn't take much imagination to guess where their owner ended up. Between the sides of his white leather jacket, the scorpion's carapace is bulged out at his mid-section, shifting around the shape of something underneath it. The bulge in his tight black jeans pulses with pleasure at the fullness in his stomach. (if: $metsayid is 1)["Well, well, well," the scorpion smirks, "you must have been a fun one if Otto let you out of that sauna without a trip to his gut." You blush and ask, "Did you eat that mouse?" He nods and laughs, "And this salamander," as he pats his stomach. "Daddy's got a big appetite." He hooks his stinger around to rub its tip to the back of your neck as he offers his hand. "I'm Sayid, little friend."](else:)["I didn't see you on the menu," the scorpion remarks, "not that I'm one to complain when a delicious-looking little morsel presents himself to me." "I'm not," you say with a wince as his stinger reaches over to trail over your neck. "I've just never met a scorpion before." The scorpion grins, his black-carapaced face glistening in the soft light of the restaurant, as he offers his hand and says, "I'm Sayid, little morsel."] (link: "Shake his hand")[''You go to shake his hand and his hard fingers take your palm in a crushing grip.'' You wince, but try to hide your pain. "The pleasure is all mine," Sayid grins as his stinger sinks into the back of your neck. After a moment of flaming pain as toxins surge through your body, your muscles go completely limp and you feel a euphoric rush in your helpless state. "Oh yes," he moans, licking his lips, "it feels so delightful to sink my stinger into a soft little snack." His strong hands hold you up, limp legs dragging along the floor as he pulls you into the booth beside him. "I really shouldn't spoil my appetite," Sayid says to himself as he leans down for a lick at your cheek, "but the food on this cruise is just decadent and I can't help myself." "What do you think?" He teases as his stinger works its way down your back, tearing open your shirt and then your pants before it pushes its sharp tip between your ass cheeks. "Should I treat myself?" You try to squirm when his stinger penetrates you, digging into your tight hole with its unforgiving hardness and getting thicker as it goes. You manage to murmur a little bit of protest, but Sayid just laughs. "I think so, too." He cackles as his tail buries itself inside you, and he lifts your little body up toward his sharp, gaping maw. You can't even struggle as you slide face-first down Sayid's dark throat. Between his mood-altering paralytic poison, the penetration of your hole, and the embrace of his esophagus, you can't help but find the whole experience immensely pleasurable. You would whine when his stinger slowly extracts itself from you just in time to let the large man slurp down your limp legs. It's a tight fit when you're folded up inside his stomach beside another paralyzed creature whose shape you can feel in the dark. The walls of Sayid's belly aren't soft and squishy, but rigid. You're frozen there, fully conscious and helpless, as the two of you are turned into protein to harden and thicken his shiny black carapace. (set: $friendsayid to 1) Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)]]

After saving Billy, he transforms you into an older, fat otter to be his dad forever

''Your Cabin'' You stomp forward and poke Buckley hard in the stomach, snarling, "How could you eat Peter?" The bear chortles at the meager pressure of your little finger against his firm gut, surging forward to knock you to the ground with it. "He was taking a nap in his bed. He was taking a nap in my belly. What's the difference except I got a tasty snack?" You try to scramble back across the floor away from the advancing bear, but he steps on your back with the crushing weight of one of his fleshy paws. The bear chuckles, "I do owe you both though. He was a nice belly-stuffer and you gave me just what I was itching for. But… I've got another itch that could use some scratchin'." The bear's fat dick flops out the fly of his boxer shorts with a thwap against his thigh, almost instantly beginning to grow immensely. Your ass aches just looking at the thing, but you quickly realize that you needn't worry about that. The bear seems to swell over you, but you quickly realize that it's you who is shrinking down a bit. Buckley squeezes your ankles together in one hand and lifts your feet up to the gushing lips of his cock's mushroom head. You watch in horror as the bear shoves one of your feet, and then the other, right into his enormous shaft. He groans, "Awwww, $name, you're gonna feel real nice in there." You struggle and kick against him, but his hungry cock just envelops your lower legs as it grows. You look to Peter for help, but he's still barely able to stand and just looks at you with a hint of pity. You shout up at Buckley, "I just helped you out!" The bear squeezes you in his hands, compressing you into a slender shape, with your arms at your sides, that lets his manhood gulp you down easy until nothing but your face is jutting from his slick cock lips. Buckley lets out a satisfied sigh as he props his hands on his hips and says, "You're just scratching all my itches today. Aren't you, $name?" (link: "Squirm inside Buckley's shaft")[''You squirm inside the bloated cock as it squeezes all around you like a crushing grip.'' The bear moans and can't help but stroke your fleshy prison. Buckley steps forward, heaving you toward Peter. The little rabbit is still on the floor, gasping on his stomach, when the massive bear sidles up behind him and pushes your face between those fuzzy bunny butt cheeks. "Peter, you did such a nice job filling my belly that I think it's about time I return the favor," the bear rumbles as he grabs the smaller man by the hips. He pumps his body forward, rubbing your face against the rabbit's damp hole as you feel it slowly stretching around the crown of your head. Buckley's enormous member gushes precum all over your head, slicking Peter's hole until, with a pop, you slide right in. The little rabbit's insides squeeze even tighter around you than the bear's cock and you hear his reverberating howl of pain at your entry. But the bear doesn't even slow his advance. You're pushed deeper, inch by inch, into your friend's ass as he begins to moan. The length of your body compresses as the tightness of Peter's sphincter rolls over you until it passes your feet and the bear is finally hilted inside him. "Oh, fuck yeah!" Buckley roars as he begins pounding the rabbit with you as his added cockmeat. "Can you feel $name up in you, Peter?" Your face is rubbed along every inch of the rabbit's intestines as you slide in and out of him but never quite far enough for a breath of fresh air. "Yes!" Peter howls. "It feels incredible." Little rabbit hands knead at your face, searching out the bulge you make in his abdomen. "I've never felt so filled up in my life." "Just wait," the bear threatens with a low laugh as you feel his load brewing at your toes. "These big bear nuts are just about ready to burst, boy." "You can't!" You murmur against the muffling flesh of the rabbit's insides, but neither man can hear you over their own moans and groans. "Let me out!" The bear roars as his manhood pops like a bottle of warm champagne, sending you tumbling forward with a flood of ursine cum in your wake. The immense pressure pushes you deeper even than the enormous cock could reach, right into Peter's small stomach. The rabbit gasps, groaning at the sudden fullness in his belly as even your shrunken body makes him swell up. Matters only get worse when a tsunami of Buckley's seed fills up every little crevice of space around you, forcing its way down your throat when you gasp for air. You tumble end over end in the tight confines of Peter's stomach as jets of cum keep hitting you until you've nearly lost consciousness. As suddenly as it began, the torrent ends. Some of the overflowing fluid around you leaks out as the big bear pulls his cock from his well-fucked rabbit friend, but you're snug inside Peter's belly. His hands rub your squirming bulge as he regains his senses. "You alright, $name?" Peter's soft voice reverberates deeply within him. (link: "Beg Peter to let out out")[''You shove at his stomach walls for emphasis as you exclaim, "I'm alive, but you've got to get me out!"'' There's an awkward moment of silence, nothing but the gurgles and glorks of Peter's belly, before he pats his now-round gut and whispers, "Umm, I'm not sure about that. See… you actually feel pretty good in there." "What!?" You gasp, still choking on Buckley's seed as you hear the bear's low, distant laughter at your predicament. "Yeah," Peter chuckles, "you know, I could use a bit of a nap, so just settle down in there and I'll think about it. I promise, $name." You feel your flesh prison sway from side to side as the rabbit waddles over and slumps into bed. "But I have to say, you look damn good in there." You squirm and shout at Peter to let you out, but a few well-placed squeezes and jabs with his nimble hands dissuade you from your resistance. There's little you can do but settle back and let Peter turn you into rabbit pudge. Some rescue, huh? Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] (set: $peterpudge to 1)]]

You get TFed into a fish and the otter eats you

Oliver shrinks you down into a worm and feeds you to his assistant

Chris is turned into a black dragon and devours you

''The Beastly Bistro'' You look around to make sure nobody is watching you and make a quick jaunt over to the pastry cart to scoop up a chocolate croissant. It's crispy to the touch and so sweet and perfect when you bite into it that you don't notice the enormous gorilla looming over you until you're in his shadow. He has his thick, black-haired arms crossed over his gut, contrasting with a stark white uniform, apron, and toque blanche atop his head. "So we have a sweet tooth, do we?" The baker rumbles in a light French accent. Leaning in for a sniff, he adds, "Or perhaps you're sweet all over, mon petit ami." You try to stammer an apology and replace the half-eaten croissant, but the ape grabs your hand and force-feeds you the rest. He chides, "No, no, no, you must finish it. After all, you are what you eat." He lifts you off the ground by your arm and compresses you into a tight ball in his dexterous hands. The baker begins making his way back toward the kitchen, strong fingers kneading at your flesh as he dizzyingly spins and rolls you about in his hands. "Oui, très bon. You will be impeccable." You moan from the pleasant sensations of his skillful hands all over you. The discomfort of being squished together gives way to pure ecstasy. (link: "Marvel at your new form")[''You're just a beautiful ball of dough in this gorilla's fingers.'' You ache for his touch when he plops you down on the counter, but feel a warm glow wash over you as the baker looks down proudly at the beginnings of his finest creation. The gorilla runs his fingers over your round shape and leans in to sniff. "Yes, yes, that is so close," he exclaims, "you just need a little…" The baker freezes in place and raises his eyebrows as a slow smile spreads over his lips. "Oh, that would be intriguing. Wouldn't it?" You mutely watch, no longer able to speak, as the baker rises again to his full height over the counter and unzips the fly of his white trousers. Out comes a tremendously large, floppy ape cock that those familiar fingers knead into much the same way they did to you. The ape drags your doughy ball to the edge of the counter. His manhood begins to drip as he holds it over you, gushing creamy white juices that he kneads into you with his other hand. "Oh yes," the baker growls, "you're going to be delicious. Aren't you, mon petit pate?" With a squelch, he sinks that fat gorilla meat deep into you. You would gasp if you could at the sudden fullness, your body folding around his invading girth. The baker grunts and growls as he squeezes you tight in both hands and pummels you with his cock. He groans loudly, the whole kitchen having stopped to watch the master at work, and expels jet after jet of his milk into you, emptying his huge, black-haired nuts with powerful pulses. The ape keeps gently thrusting and kneading at you, mixing his cum in with your doughy body until you're smooth and soft. (link: "Absorb every drop of that ape milk")[''With a snort of relief, the baker pulls his member from your grip and plops its enormous weight down atop you.'' He begins wagging his hips from side to side, running his manhood over you like a built-in rolling pin. He spreads you wide across the table into an enormous, flat square of dough. A pair of assistants approach with a massive, flat slab of butter which they plop down atop you. The baker lifts your edges up over it and begins rolling you into a huge croissant, pinching your little edges into perfect little points. They whole kitchen watches in stunned silence, punctuated only by the baker's grunts of appreciation at the majesty of his work. He lifts you onto a sheet of metal and carries you to a large oven, sliding you in with a whisper, "You're going to be incredible." The searing heat of the oven, which once would have been oppressive and painful, was instead soothing and wonderful. You feel your insides baking, rising up into a fluffy, crisped crust as the butter soaks into your dough. When the baker finally pulls you from the oven, the joy on his face gives you a feeling of satisfaction greater than any orgasm you ever had in your old life. "You are my finest creation," the gorilla declares, "a pastry so perfect as you is sure to earn me great favor with Captain Drakon." You're overwhelmed by a sharp desire to be devoured, to serve your purpose as a delicious pastry. You imagine feeling bites of yourself dissolve at the warm touch of a creature's tongue before sliding down his gullet to be turned to pudge on his gut. The new instinct becomes that much more intense when the baker carries you out into the dining room and you catch sight of your intended. (link: "Savor the sight of your devourer")[''Captain Drakon sits on a throne-like chair, his enormous body still spilling over the sides, at the captain's table.'' The black-scaled dragon peers hungrily around the busy room, licking at his teeth and letting out the occasional belch as his previous courses melt down in his massive belly. His hand lingers atop an armored tasset that hardly covers his gargantuan draconic cock, pulsing with excitement at the squirming sensations in his stomach. The moment he catches sight of you, Drakon fixes his gaze and leans forward excitedly in his seat. As the baker approaches, the dragon rumbles, "Now //that// looks like a treat." He rubs a razor-sharp claw along you and marvels, "Living dough, isn't it?" "Yes, Captain!" The ape chirps. "I caught, prepared, and baked him myself, and not to get ahead of myself, but I do believe he is a masterpiece. I do so hope you will enjoy." Drakon grins menacingly down at you, flames licking at the back of his throat, as he digs several clawed fingers and a thumb into your doughy flesh and tears off a bite. Simultaneously, you watch from inside his grasp and from your spot on the table as the dragon lifts you to his mouth and plops you down on his boiling red tongue. "Ohhhhhhh," the captain growls, leaning back and rubbing his belly as he rolls you around in his mouth. "The most delicious pastry you've ever made me. And I can feel him in there." With a gulp, he drags that part of you down into the oblivion of his efficient stomach. Bite after bite, the massive dragon enjoys every little morsel of you. He even lifts the plate up to his massive maw at the end and shovels down every last crumb until you can see nothing but the boiling darkness of his belly as your buttery little dough body is turned to dragon pudge on the captain's gut. Game Over | (link:"Reverse your fate")[(goto:$lastelevator)] (set: $metdrakon to 1)]]]

''Your Cabin'' You hurry into the elevator down to Deck 5 and make your way back to your cabin, all the while smelling the sweetness of the bowl of ice cream in your hands. It's tempting, but you can imagine what might happen if you show up without Buckely's dessert again. The big bear's face lights up when you step through the door. His mouth hangs open, drool dripping down on his bare belly as he rises over you in just his boxers. "$name, you remembered!" "Sure did," you reply as you offer the bowl to Buckley. He raises a hand and says, "Give me a minute. I s'pose I could make some room in this belly now that you've got what I was craving." Buckley opens his mouth hauntingly wide and reaches his entire arm down his gullet until you notice something squirming beneath the furry flesh of his belly. |foundfriend>[The struggling shape slides back up through Buckley's chest and pops out his mouth, tight in his hand. Buckley drops your friend Peter, a short and stubby rabbit who's drenched in the bear's digestive juices, on the floor at his feet with a belch.(set: $petersaved to 1)(set: $friendbuckley to 1)] The air is thick with the bear's manly scent, but it must be better outside than in since Peter gasps for fresh air. Buckley grins down at you with a menacing wink and takes the bowl out of your hands. He tilts the whole thing and fills his expansive maw with the sweet treat, growling and groaning with pleasure.|choice>[ (link: "Help Peter up off the floor")[(replace: ?choice)[](show: ?choice1)] [[Scold Buckley for eating your friend->PeterPudge]] |badend>[(link: "(Tempting Fate)")[ Buckley stuffs you into his cock and fucks you into Peter, leaving you and a few gallons of cum right in the rabbit's stomach when he's finished.]]]|choice1)[ You reach down and help lift the struggling rabbit to his feet as he nods and whispers, "Thanks, $name. I thought I was done for." You smile and nod, "Of course, Peter." Gulping down his dessert, Buckley snorts, "I don't get anything thanks?" "For what?" Peter exclaims. "Eating me?" "Hey," the big bear chuckles and slaps his gut, "I didn't turn you into pudge, now did I? But that ice cream really hit the spot, so I won't hold any hard feelings." You roll your eyes and help Peter to the shower so he can rinse off and rest a bit while you continue your evening. [[Exit the Room->Deck 5 Elevators]]]

Bear chef puts you on the menu owl customer lion customer Hungry Hippo missing friend customer wealthy human has you shrunk down to be eaten You're shrunken down and duplicated until hundreds of you are placed in a tall bowl. A table plucks you all up one by one and thoughtlessly eats you as appetizers Foot sandwich while you're under the table

The Crow Reaper

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