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This is Kenzie Houser , a Wolf
She is wearing a head of personnel dress uniform.
She is wearing a crew resource's hat on her head.
She has a leather satchel on her back.
She is holding a grab in her left hand.
She has Kenzie Houser's communicator watch on her hands.
She has a pack of Lucky Stars about her waist.
She is wearing some jackboots on her feet.
She has a sunglasses covering her eyes.
She has a head of personnel's headset on her left ear.
She is wearing Kenzie Houser's ID Card (Deputy Director).
She is so morbidly obese, you wonder how she can even stand, let alone waddle around the station. She can't get any fatter without being immobilized.
She has a stuffed belly, bloated fat and round from eating too much.
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Boringly grey wolf. Her natural build isn't very wide or thick, but she's on the chubbo side anyway. Pretty clearly a big eater if that soft gut is anything to go by.
Kenzie Houser's Metainfo:
ABSOLUTELY NO SEX.
Digesty pred. I like gurgles and weight gain, sometimes various kinds of disposal (if you are interested please let me know). Gross or clean, painful or soft, rough or gentle, all work, although I prefer unwilling. Not crazy about male humans, micros, or gore, although these aren't an outright no.
Special favorites in no particular order include large prey, resistance/fear, and slimy/smelly/yucky guts, eating people for trivial reasons, and big, squirmy bulges.
Special hates in no particular order include endo, focus on genitals, and screaming for security.
IC approaches besto, but if you really do/don't want something please please please just say it OOCly instead of making vague IC comments and confusing me. Planning a general outline beforehand is also okay.
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Kenzie Houser points to the dry rag, "See I told you," sagely finding this item, or so she made Ella Gibson believe, not telling the girl she'd planted it there so she could do something, entirely different...
Ella Gibson says, "Nice, thanks."
Kenzie Houser says, "This shit is all over the place if you know where to look."
Kenzie Houser licks Ella Gibson!
Kenzie Houser licks Ella Gibson!
Kenzie Houser says, "Nice and quiet up here too."
Kenzie Houser smirks.
Ella Gibson says, "Hehe, yup, peaceful."
Kenzie Houser says, "Good place to snarf someone if I'm being honest with you."
Ella Gibson asks, "Heh, oh yeah?"
Kenzie Houser says, "Yeah, you just get them up here and then like, sit on them or something."
Kenzie Houser says, "And boom, job done."
Kenzie Houser snaps her fingers.
Kenzie Houser squishes.
Ella Gibson says, "Haha, that's a great tactic, I should have to try that sometime."
Kenzie Houser says, "Yeah, I could like, totally give you some tips."
Kenzie Houser nods disingenuously.
Ella Gibson says, "Hmm, I'm always happy to learn from a professional. I figure if you don't learn something new every day, than you really aren't growing as a person."
Kenzie Houser says, "Well it is pretty simple, you just give them a plausible reason to follow you deep into maintenance to start."
Kenzie Houser says, "And then you just sorta..."
*beep*
Kenzie Houser takes a step towards Ella, curling a leg around the unathi's much larger limb and starting to sweep her to the floor.
Ella Gibson continues to listen to Kenzie speak, tilting her head a bit, but going wide eyed a moment later once Kenzie finally leads her to the ground. She realized she was where Kenzie said she was, but, she was just shocked the smaller woman was stronger than she was.
Kenzie Houser grunts and clambers on top of Ella as soon as she takes the unathi to the ground, promptly using her legs for leverage to keep the bartender pinned against the hard plated floor. "And from there there is not usually a lot they can do." She remarks, promptly sitting on top of the unathi's head, forcing her chest flat.
Ella Gibson was surprised as Kenzie simply grunts, clambering on top of her, and for a smaller creature, how much they weighed. What was Kenzie Houser made of anyway? How could she do all of this? Ella was left puzzled to say the least, feeling herself pinned against the floor, waiting for what Kenzie was talking about. Having her face and eyes covered with Kenzie's large butt while speaking to her further, unable to really speak with her mouth covered, the large Unathi could only listen, trying to take these facts in, her head now being sat on, and her chest being forced flat under that expansive weight of this black hole wolf!
Kenzie Houser swishes her tail, a paw briefly reaching behind her and roughly swiping Ella's hat and headset off of her head and ear, the wolf leaning back comfortably and settling herself down, although the heavy weight is enough to make it tough for even the large unathi to push herself up. Kenzie's uniform billows around the bartender's head as she makes herself comfortable, making sure to wedge Ella's snout against her rear, smothering her and silencing any possible objections, giving her a faceful of fur and soft warmth, only the back of her head not quite engulfed. Yet. "And then you just kinda shove them somewhere and job done." She snickers.
Ella Gibson wasn't liking where this demonstration was going, expecting Kenzie Houser to just explain things to her, to show her perhaps, on some object. But it appeared Kenzie was more of a literal person, wanting to give her training by hands on, literally. The Unathi was being wolf handled at every turn, and so squished up against by such a fat doggo, not even a woman Ella's size, could seem to get away from them. Trying her hardest to do that for a moment, ten seconds later, she simply gives up. Hearing Kenzie snicker, hearing her message. It was likely all of this was just because Kenzie could, and did, because it was easy enough to get the unsuspecting bartender to follow her to some place like this. All she had wanted to do was get a rag so she could make the customer's glasses clean, and now, all she had was a face full of Kenzie ass! Kenzie uniform well enough by now billowed out, that snout, pressed at an angle, the Unathi couldn't even been to speak from, her headset gone, her tending hat, gone. She couldn't even seem to call for help now. Was this some kind of sick joke?
Kenzie Houser shrugs. "Well, no sense in leaving this half-demonstrated." She says, wriggling her hips lightly and smushing her rear against the unathi's face, those pillowy cheeks pressing against the sides of her head and slowly but surely enveloping her in hot warmth. Ella's face is squished up against the wolf's hind, her snout crammed right up against that lupine pucker, which slowly starts to spread, engulfing her in hot, humid gloom as she's crammed right inside. Kenzie taking advantage of her favourable positioning to squash the larger girl right into that smothering darkness before she can start trying to muster any sort of real resistance, soon seated against the plating, her butt pressed against the bartender's shoulders, her legs resting heavily atop the lizard. "Easy way to make someone disappear."
Ella Gibson couldn't fathom what kind of place this was. She'd been working here for years, and she'd never quite met anyone like Kenzie. Here she was, a bartender trying to do her job one moment, asking for a rag the next, only to be sat on by the DEPUTY DIRECTOR herself! Wasn't the DD supposed to be the one to help guide those below her, to help them learn, to give them what they needed? Ironically, Kenzie was helping a person below her, teaching Ella, giving her a nice lesson in what to expect around these parts, and to never let her guard down. Was it really Kenzie's fault then when Ella accepted the offer for teaching? Perhaps Kenzie was just taking her up on the offering? Either way, Ella began to struggle, to try and get away from Kenzie, not liking where this was going, literally, as her head slipped up Kenzie's ass. Barely able to hear her latest two comments, but did, nevertheless. Knowing Kenzie full well, was more than happy just to make her disappear. A massive, towering Unathi, soon to be turned into more of this DD?! It was unbelievable. Nevertheless, it was happening!
Kenzie Houser scrapes her hips lightly against the floor, making sure Ella is solidly wedged before she starts to straighten herself up into a crouch. The unathi's head is squashed swiftly into unbelievably tight guts, the flesh pulsating against her barely affording her even the space to turn or breath, and with each firm squeeze the bartender's shoulders are crammed against that pucker again and again. Eventually, the wolf's sphincter spreads and engulfs them with a muffled sqlrch , pinning the unathi's arms solidly against her sides as they're fed into that lupine rear, her chest slowly getting inclined off the ground the deeper she sinks into those waiting bowels. Ominous, furry warmth creeping steadily downwards, her bust smooshed together as she vanishes from view.
Ella Gibson was no half-pint, hell, she wasn't even normal, by any means. An hourglass, maybe even a little apple-bottomed, but here Kenzie was, devouring her up, straight up, her thicc, fat butt! How could something like this even be possible? Kenzie barely even seeming to strain as her legs scrape, as she moves accordingly, only to get the Unathi even deeper inside of her? Hadn't what the bartender fed Kenzie, been enough for her to eat? Was the DD really all that insatiable that she had to eat a towering female of thicc girth and delicious textures? It certainly seemed that way. Almost, almost able to push her off now, Ella tried. Not realizing the almost was more like an illusion, with Kenzie moving up, she'd only wedged Ella in hard, so hard, she could barely breathe, and only because she wanted to get more leverage on her certain, hapless prey. As impossible as it seemed, the DD's anus finally stretched wide enough to devour even Ella's expansive girth, her shoulders slipping in one, and then the other, even her huge, wobbling orbs, soon slide inside of Kenzie's tight rectum, the guts were oppressive, the heat, the smells and the air stale, Ella could barely breathe, and that didn't make struggling any easier!
Kenzie Houser is threatening to make PDA-Ella Gibson (Bartender) disappear!
Kenzie Houser is attempting to shove Ella Gibson into their butt!
Kenzie Houser is actually straining a little bit, although Ella probably wouldn't realize it, the slick pulsating guts struggling to compact her down and press her onwards. Still, struggling for the wolf is relative, and she's still making swift and impressive progress, starting to ease out of her crouch into a proper, fully standing position, the unathi's legs and rear dangling out from underneath her dress. "Fucc, you're big." She grunts under her breath, lining up the bartender's feet with the floor for some additional leverage, just sorta slowly sitting herself down, more and more of that large, curvy form vanishing steadily beneath fabric, the wolf's lower belly starting to bulge more and more heavily as that weight works it's way through her intestines. Those hips probably the hardest part, but even they're not slowing Kenzie much, the wolf only reaching back for a moment to swipe Ella's PDA for good measure. Eating it along with her headset.
Kenzie Houser manages to shove Ella Gibson into their butt!
Kenzie Houser successfully makes PDA-Ella Gibson (Bartender) disappear!
It is hot and humid inside the wolf's bowels, the surrounding flesh constricting you tightly, barely allowing any motion at all.
You fidget around inside of Kenzie Houser's bowels.
You make no progress in escaping Kenzie Houser's butt.
Ella Gibson wouldn't know it, but Kenzie was successfully getting away with murder here, and no one had even seen her commence it! Even while consuming her whole and alive with her ass, the wolf would selfishly but tactfully and wisely, take the bartender's PDA and Headset and literally shove them into her mouth, only to swallow them down and away from Ella's use! Now, it was impossible for the bartender to call out for help, if she could have ever reached her headset to begin with. Her PDA had been connected at the hip, but between Kenzie first, taking off the headset before sucking the Unathi's cranium up her rear, and ripping that PDA off of her belt, the poor hapless ass meal, was now doomed. Pressing the advantage, literally, Ella felt as Kenzie got up and repositioned herself, the Unathi hoping to get the DD off balance so she could make an attempt to squish out and run! Alas, as Kenzie moved, she was only forcing Ella up to her feet, to give her that cruel reality, she wasn't going anywhere, but up and inside of Kenzie houser's butt! Specifically and to the point in fact, Kenzie simply began to sit down on her meal, her weight crushing Ella from all sides, the struggle not real enough for the DD to stop eating her alive and whole. More than two thirds of a giant bartender was packed away inside of Kenzie's bowels, Ella left to hear 'fucc your big', as she was casually, cruelly, being devoured!
You fidget around inside of Kenzie Houser's bowels.
You make no progress in escaping Kenzie Houser's butt.
Kenzie Houser slowly bends her legs, eventually resting her full weight against Ella's hips, forcing them swiftly inside her butt as her hips sink closer and closer to the ground. With a wet series of squelches, she packs away the unathi entirely, rear hitting the ground with a thump as the bartender is forced to stretch out in that tightly kneading gloom. Her whole body enveloped with hot flesh, the muscles squeezing against her, practically smushing the air out of her as she can barely even fidget, large body given no leverage in the gloom of Kenzie's guts. The wolf grunts as she hits the floor, a somewhat dopey expression on her face as all that weight is stuffed roughly upwards through her guts, straining her intestines as they stretch around Ella's mass, the hefty weight in her lower belly growing larger and lumpier as the unathi is fully engulfed. "Fucc." She mumbles, pulling herself back to her feet a little bit gingerly, her guts making unpleasant groaning sounds as they pump the bartender inexorably towards her stomach, "It works though. Even a giant like you can be disappeared onto my hips." She snickers.
You're squished from Kenzie Houser's butt to their stomach!
It is rather warm, wet, and tight. The organ squeezes lightly and without vigor, oozing thin, foul smelling fluids in time to the audible heartbeats. The fleshy walls are slick to the touch, yielding gently to any pressure outwards, although the lack of purchase and soft gurgling sounds leave no doubt that this would not actually help an escape. The only ways out of the wolf's stomach are sealed by powerful muscles, which serves as an ominous reminder that no food is supposed to leave here undigested.
You wriggle uselessly about in the depths of Kenzie Houser's stomach, prompting a hungry rumble from the organic surroundings.
You make no progress in escaping Kenzie Houser's stomach.
Ella Gibson could only squirm and wiggle and cry out for help, doing her best to try and get away, not willing to accept defeat. Alas, despite her disposition and opinion on the matter, that would save her in the 'end'! In fact, her wriggling and movement, likely only felt good to Kenzie, and, helped squish her faster, deeper into the ravenous wolf. No matter how much Kenzie ate, it didn't seem to stop her, her insatiable appetite knowing no bounds, Ella's mind flashing back to the things the wolf had eaten, even the things Ella had created for her, so she could eat and enjoy them, this woman was a literal BLACK HOLE. And mayhaps, it might be easy for someone as insanely built as this wolf to take such a massive creature, RIGHT UP HER ASS, but that just.... WASN'T NORMAL! No matter how you looked at it. Kenzie nevertheless making quick enough work over this poor trapped Unathi. Devouring her up her ass, inch after inch, until that tight, thicc butthole squelched clean shut, once those poor shoe clad feet, slipped in between her butt cheeks. No mercy was given, in the wolf's opinion, as far as Ella was concerned, none was needed. On her way to the stomach, the Unathi even hearing Kenzie speaking 'it works though', the wolf had just devour a tower of a woman, as if the massive Unathi was just some kind of butt plug. Uncomfortably squelched up and in, head, after shoulders, after breasts and stomach, after hips and ass, after legs, and finally her feet, Kenzie had eaten her whole and alive, in such a way, Ella Gibson could NEVER see coming! Yet, it had, Kenzie's last motion to snicker, the trapped now stomach snack, able to hear the dark tone in Kenzie's words and sounds. All the poor dear could do now was digest. How did it come to this? What had she done to become such an ass meal for the DD? Regardless, she was now, the only thing Ella could look forward to, was her own, untimely death, and her body's husk, to be melted down in not but more than fat~
Your left arm burns badly!
Your left foot burns badly!
The pain is excruciating!
You feel like you could die any moment now!
Your left arm burns badly!
Tobias Flynt asks, "Hey where's Ella by the way?"
Kenzie Houser urps, belching up the remains of Ella, smirking at Tobias.
Your left foot burns badly!
The pain is excruciating!
You feel like you could die any moment now!
Your left arm burns badly!
Ella Gibson is having a hard time keeping their eyes open!
You rock about hopelessly in the tight confines of Kenzie Houser's stomach as it contracts around you.
In response to your struggling, the stomach begins to get more active...
Ella Gibson collapses, unable to move!
Your left foot burns badly!
Please, just end the pain!
Please, just end the pain!
Please, just end the pain!
Your left foot burns badly!
You feel like you could die any moment now!
Kenzie Houser somehow manages to compact the entire unathi into her stomach, with great difficulty, her guts undulating forcefully around that large form, the fleshy walls around Ella needing to stretch rather impressively just to contain her. But that helpfully means that as digestive slime oozes all around her, there's no way she can possibly avoid it, even the faint squeezing of stomach walls dousing her in wave after wave of the glop. For all her size, she settles inside that tight, humid chamber pretty well, every last bit of her body spurting out of the wolf's intestines to form one massive bulge in Kenzie's middle, muffled gurgles and groans echoing out as she's slowly processed down. There's a little more room for her now, but it does her no good, that lupine digestive system clearly capable of handing truly awe-inspiring masses of meat, contracting and kneading over that massive weight as the poor bartender is inducted rather forcefully into a new job as lunch. Only a matter of time before the deputy director's stomach grinds her down, after all she has no way of calling for help or forcing herself free and with all her gear slurped up there's not even anything to indicate /what/ happened. Other than Kenzie's bloated belly, of course.
You slowly sink to the bottom of the stomach, the organ rumbling noisily around you as are churned into a mushy sludge, doomed to be little more than pudge on the wolf.
Kenzie Houser urrps loudly.