In hindsight, though they looked stylish, designer high heels might not have been the ideal choice for trekking through the squelching mud and damp leaflitter of Isla Nublar’s dense rainforest. The blaring sound of the evacuation siren could be heard in the distance, as Claire clumsily stumbled through the unbearably humid hell of the Costa Rican jungle with all the articulated grace of a fish out of water. The park operations manager sweating like a pig, as the claggy tropical air was a far cry from the artificially cool bliss of her air-conditioned office, her lofty position in the park had afforded her. The opulence of this ivory tower had not held though, as nature had found a way to turn everything to rat shit in the space of a few short and chaotic hours, forcing the well-dressed woman to take her first field day in years.

The excursion everything but a jolly, as even soaked in salty perspiration Claire was calculating ways to salvage the situation, even if it was increasingly clear her future career prospects at Masrani Global were unlikely. Even so, the redhead was thinking of ways to salvage this mess, even if it looked like the park was looking at what could be a billion-dollar lawsuit under her watch. The hot and bothered but company-orientated woman trying to think how this could possibly get worse, only for her suddenly hear the unnerving noise of a chirping hoot in her peripheral. The sound enough to make her pause mid-step, as Claire recognized the eerie vocalization, knowing full well that it originated from one of the smaller theropods the park displayed.

Claire slowly pivoting on the spot, as she turned to see a curious Dilophosaurus staring at her from the foliage no more than ten paces away. The dinosaur tilting its head slightly, as it inquisitively inspected her with the more limited cone of its stereoscopic eyes. The scaly beast not seeming to show any fear, as though the woman was larger in size, it didn’t flee, instead standing in place almost as though it was trying to comprehend this new entity that had entered its domain. Claire for a moment considering that perhaps due to the automated feeders of its enclosure, that the beast had never encountered a human up close before, resulting in its agog intrigue.

A few trivial facts creeping into Claire’s mind as she took in the strange-looking creature before her, not quite sure how to react to its presence. The woman remembering that the poison dart frog DNA used in the creation of this particular dinosaur had given it a rather odd quirk, as she knew if she agitated it or worse was perceived as prospective prey it would rear up and show her why it had earned the codename “Spitter”. The Dilophosaurus seemingly aware that it had caught Claire’s attention, and her gaze seemed to make it uncomfortable, causing its large frill to bristle slightly as if preparing to ward off a potential threat. This uneasy mannerism strangely reminding Claire about the common fungal infection that commonly affected that flap of scaly skin, though more importantly there was something about this Dilophosaurus that looked different.

The colours of its hide not matching the normal red and green morph that she was familiar with, making her think that perhaps Dr Wu had been tinkering with this particular specimen’s genetics in an attempt to create a more prismatic and markable creature. The greys and yellows rather appealing to the eyes, but the fact she was seeing it was enough for Claire to make a mental note that if she survived this debacle, that she would have to have the “good” doctor reprimanded again for shirking procedure for his own egotistical experimentation fuelled by his own unquenchable hubris. Not like Claire was innocent of perverting Hammond’s dream though, as Wu’s hybrid monstrosities had only been allowed due to her and Simon’s foolish pursuit of marketability and spectacle to draw in more visitors and fuel growth in an already massively profitable venture.

This distraction diverting Claire’s attention from the dour dinosaur, as her peeved pride clouded the articulate administrator’s judgement just enough for the smaller predator to pounce. The lithe beast charging forward, causing Claire to instinctively flinch as the oversized lizard launched itself towards her with a lunging screech. The Dilophosaurus closing the gap in an instant, before its startled quarry could even react, as it took advantage of the buxom primate’s blasé attitude to secure an easy meal. The woman’s arm coming up to try and push away the predator, as reflex kicked in within its perspective prey, even if it was a little late. The slate Dilophosaurus's hungry jaws snapping, as it lurched forward, eager to bite down so that it might rip and tear upon Claire’s peachy flesh with a ravenous hunger.

Claire expecting to feel a sting of pain where its sharp teeth dug into her soft flesh, but instead, the Dilophosaur’s wrapped around her head with a surging slurp. A damp darkness enveloping Claire’s vision, as the sound of creaking ligaments popped in her ears like a sudden change of pressure, that rippled over her with a saliva-slickened contraction. The woman shoulders deep in slimy gullet before she could really react, as the dinosaur used its weight to force Claire into a more subdued position to more easily swallow her. The desperate sound of heels sloppily striking against soft soil filling the air, as Claire attempted to fight off the surprisingly strong therapod currently engulfing her head.

The Dilophosaurus ignoring its distraught dinner’s thrashing protests, and instead leaned down with a string of jerking pushes, like a yawning sock attempting to envelop the whimpering woman. The dinosaur already deciding that this tasty lump of bipedal fodder would look better as a filling bulge in its belly, and now it had a good grip on her flailing figure she was as good as Dilophosaurus dung, as long as nothing bigger interrupted them before she could be properly ingested. Claire’s slender shoulders rapidly sliding in with a groaning gulp, as the mouthwatering grain of her salty skin did little to slow the Dilophosaurus’s glugging progress.

Claire worming arms finding themselves pinned to her sides, as the dinosaur barely bothered to taste the fidgeting mound of mammalian meat it was currently shovelling into its gob. The thing seeming to realize that if it could swallow her, it could keep her, as its simpler mind dehumanized the soon-to-be engulfed woman to just a clump of curvaceous calories. The whining woman wouldn’t stop wriggling, making it quite clear that she didn’t want to die, but with another rolling palpitation of the throat, she was waist-deep in dino guts, leaving her little choice in the matter of her future status as food.

Claire’s ample anatomy squeezing into place without issue, regardless of her opinionated twitching, as the Dilophosaurus gorged itself on her shapely figure. The throbbing oesophagus rippling with each little tug, as the drool-drenched ductwork undulated with each strong swallow, that was steadily shepherding the pinned woman towards the sweltering snare of the stomach that sat somewhere in the gurgling depths before her. Her entire life had amounted to being this beast’s next bowel movement, as despite her desperate squealing, there was little she could do to prevent herself from slipping ever closer to her digestive doom.

Would anyone even know what had happened to her? This thought horrifying Claire, as the logistics of what was happening caught up to her like a soul-crushing wave. The woman still clinging onto the hope that she was too big a serving for the comparatively smaller reptile to swallow, as it seemed to be struggling to properly stretch its bobbing lips over her enviable hips, even as it tenaciously tried to tuck her away. Even so, Claire could feel her drenched face nuzzling against what could only be the tensing ring of the stomach sphincter, which even now was lethargically easing open to accept her, making it clear that the accommodating if hostile anatomy would have no problems processing her in segments.

Claire’s long legs giving a defeated tremble, as the lack of air began to burn at her lungs, leaving just stale stomach fumes to singe her sinuses. The dinosaur seeming to sense that soon its sizable snack would suffocate and stop making a fuss, as though it would have been neater to fold up the entire woman into a tight ball of soon-to-be liquidated protein, it had no qualms sluicing her in sections. Claire’s doughy buttocks and silky legs didn’t impede its breathing as they stretched up through its gullet, so before long her upper half would be a chunky chyme, allowing the therapod to force down the limp limbs into the sloshing mass of half-digested female flesh broiling in its belly.

She would be gone before anyone thought to look for her, though perhaps her bones might survive, or her hair, or stylish clothes, which would all come back up as a revolting greasy mess, as a giant hairball of what had used to be Claire Dearing. The Dilophosaurus now just waiting for Claire’s hammering heart to flutter to a stop, heralding the final shudder of fatal surrender to slip down her spine. The dinosaur not batting an eye as if felt this final convulsion, instead mulling the silence that came in the quiet capitulation that followed. Instead, it shuffled slightly, reaffirming its grip on the now relaxed rump hanging from its jaws, as it tensed its engorged gut to compress Claire’s still chest, in order to bleed the woman’s last breath out of its snout with a tart hiss. This flurry of flavour barely noticeable as it sucked on Claire’s delectable rear, as now the overfed dinosaur could only bask, and wait for nature to take its course, as it was going to take its packed plumbing a while to metabolize this much lady lunchmeat……

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In the chaos of the Jurassic World Incident, Dilo Bug finds the perfect opportunity to indulge in a filling feast of well-educated if a little uptight female flesh...

My one-hundred-and-forty-fourth sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon. This one featuring dilo Bug enjoying a Claire Dearing dinner, even if the whimpering woman is slightly bigger than the grey glutton's more reptilian form...


This image of a soon to be overfed dino Bug was kindly coloured by my friend  plaguetyranno .

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