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| Rose's Binge | 2024-07-20 | bad-manners | 7000 | Contains: Non-fatal oral vore, anal vore, and partial cock vore, with willing and cruel androgynous anthro plushie dragon predator, and multiple smaller unwilling human preys. Also includes perma endo, mass vore, limited hammerspace vore, hyper cock/balls/breasts, non-human genitalia, autofellatio, and fatfur. | /src/assets/thumbnails/bm_comm_5_rose_s_binge.png | A seemingly insatiable plushie makes short work of an entire town, and the last few people left will try their best to escape from their binge. This is a commission for Dee! As a disclaimer, all characters, implied or otherwise, are adults. |
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Burt cautiously stared out the window, spreading the blinds with two quivering fingers. Despite this being a big town, the street outside was completely devoid of people, or any other sign of life.
"I-It really is just the three of us left..." His voice trembled.
The other man in the room scoffed. "As if!"
"Shh...!! Keep your voice low!"
"And then what? We're gonna be attacked by this supposed monster that we haven't even seen?!"
"I saw it..." The woman sitting by the corner muttered, but her musing was drowned by the skeptical man's rambling.
"It's all a joke. A prank! And the whole town is in on it."
The man by the window turned to him and nervously adjusted his glasses. "R-Really, Otto...? Th-Then go out there and see for yourself."
Otto stared back at Burt, his bald beige head turning redder through the prolonged tense silence.
"It's a dragon." The dark-skinned woman continued, staring at the floor, piquing Burt's curiosity.
"Hm? What did you say, Dawn?"
"The monster. He...or she...or whatever it is, it looks like a big dragon. And I saw it d-devouring the others alive...!"
Burt kneeled in front of her. "A d-dragon? What else can you tell us...?"
"It's, um... pink. It kinda looks like a big plushie. A-And it has a big–"
"A plushie?!" Otto loudly interrupted her. "Hah! I told you, it's a prank! It's probably just a guy in a mascot suit...!"
The other two were getting anxious. Burt urged him again to keep quiet, and Dawn simply shook her head, knowing what she'd seen. Meanwhile, a large shadow peeked through the window, into the noisy house and its clueless dwellers.
"I'm telling you," Otto continued as he checked his phone, "there's no way that a monster could devour a whole town... Here, I'll try calling the emergency line again. If only to prove you two wrong–"
But before he even typed the first digit, there was a startling -CRASH-! The front door slammed open, the three people inside having forgotten to lock it. All the more convenient for the dragon to make their entrance, as the three humans – each less than half their height – watched in frozen panic.
Dawn's description of Rose – the dragon – was accurate, yet incomplete. She did look like an enormous, living, pastel pink dragon plush, with down instead of scales, and a long-top hairstyle. And, just like a plush, she had stitches along different parts of her body, such as along her light pink abdomen, between her body and her limbs, and along the base of the darker horns and tail spikes. She even had square patches from a different fabric along her body, all donning the same strawberry embroidery pattern matching the underside of her wings and on her paw pads.
What Dawn had failed to mention, however, was how all of Rose's features were huge. She had very thick thighs and a big fat tail, but those never were the first features that anyone noticed. The dragon had both enormous tits – with pink areolas as big as her face –, and a large and thick horse cock sitting over her large pair of testicles. Between her androgynous features, her gut noticeably jutted out; not just from Rose's overweight figure, but rounded out as if she was in the later months of a pregnancy.
In reality, the reason for her distended midriff was her ongoing binge. She had devoured the entire town, except for the three people in front of her – and she wasn't about to leave matters unfinished.
Otto, the closest one to the door, was already on their sights. He turned around to make his escape. "Oh sh–!"
He'd barely made a move before the surprisingly agile dragon leapt forward, pinning her prey to the ground. Burt and Dawn screamed and panicked, running away from the voracious plushie. Rose simply let them escape, knowing that she'd find them both sooner or later. For now, she only had eyes for the man squirming in her grasp.
"A-Ack! Help me!" Otto shouted, unable to break free or even see the other two people fleeing the house. Everything was dark from being smooshed within Rose's cleavage, with the large strawberry-scented orbs trapping him seeming more like heavy cushions than a pair of breasts and its belly.
The plush dragon wasn't about to play with her food. After all, Rose had spent quite a bit of time tracking down these last three stragglers, and she'd only gotten hungrier in the meantime. Her large, soft clawed paws dug between her tits, grasping the man's legs and pushing him away – just to get him closer to her snout. Then, after licking her chops, Rose opened her jaws to reveal her soft maw, and once the human's ankles were placed inside...
CHOMP! Otto sharply cried in response, expecting to feel pain even if his eyes were forced to look at the floor. But there wasn't any pain; the predator's fangs were just as soft as the rest of their body, squeezing forcefully like marshmallows massaging his legs, instead of actually sinking into his skin. He barely had time to react to the first bite, as another pulled him in knee-deep. With a gulp, his feet were constricted by Rose's throat, shoes pushing against what felt like cotton batting.
"Let me go!!" He yelled before his predator swallowed more of him, trying to squirm his way out of being devoured alive.
In response to all of his thrashing, Otto only got a rumble out of his predator. Its downy tongue moved underneath him, finding its way into his shirt through the bottom and tasting his belly. In his mind, he expected the invasive muscle to be fleshy, and wet, and rough... Instead, it was like a warm and soft pillow moving on its own, not unlike the tunnel dragging him deeper in audible gulps. An unrelenting vice grip – if said vice was filled with down feathers.
Another swallow sent him deeper into the large dragon, its tongue traveling further up his shirt and reaching his chest and neck. The pillowy muscle was as thick as his torso, and his poor shirt could no longer take it, bursting open as buttons flew away dramatically. He felt his whole world shift when Rose tilted its head back, lifting him off the ground to just a few inches from the roof. His arms were already trapped within the dragon's maw, and he could only turn his neck. Looking to the sides, he couldn't find anyone else; and down, there was nothing but more of the pink predator.
"Burt! Dawn! Somebody!" Otto shouted, exasperated and angry. "Anybody! Help m–mph!"
His plea was muffled mid-sentence by a stuffed claw. Rose's digit was big enough to fill his entire mouth, while the rest of their paw covered his bald head, forcing him more quickly downwards. Through the gaps in the large stitched fingers, he could see the world turning darker and pinker. The smell of strawberry – no, of strawberry-scented laundry soap – forced itself through his nostrils, as sunlight disappeared along with any freedom of movement down the peristaltic mattress tube.
"Mm..." He muttered before the jaws clamped shut.
Rose slowly pulled her finger free from her lips, slurping it as if to savor the last of her meal. There was a bit of saliva on her claw – definitely from Otto, given that her plushy insides were completely devoid of fluids. She gulped one last time, feeling the man's head get forced into her throat. Even though there wasn't a single bulge on her neck, she traced his descent with that same finger, wiping the drool on her downy skin. Continuing through her chest and behind her cleavage, until her squirmy prey slipped through the entrance of her stomach.
She rubbed her belly with her thumb. It didn't look any different from outside after devouring Otto, and she sighed with an air of disappointment.
"Guess I'm still not quite at the next threshold... Oh well." She muttered to herself longingly.
Her fingers were careful not to massage her tummy too hard, since she wanted to savor the squirms of her latest tenant before he was inevitably tucked away, down in the deeper recesses of her seemingly boundless stomach.
The androgynous plushie got up, the extra weight in her core being felt with the shift – but like the many, many prey that came before, it was hardly an issue. Her pinkish gray eyes looked around the room, but the other two humans were long gone. But instead of disappointment, she had an excited smirk: It meant that her binge would still go on for longer.
"Now... Burt and Dawn, was it?" She grinned before stepping out of the house with heavy, soft steps.
***
Dawn continued to run through the silent streets, away from Otto's place, with Burt following behind. The streetlights still worked, even though there wasn't anyone else left.
On a particular block, Burt adjusted his nearly-falling glasses as he recognized the street – his street. He was already lagging way behind Dawn before he stopped, and she turned around from her running when she noticed his absence.
"Burt?" She shouted across the distance. "What are you doing?"
"M-My place is this way!" He answered. "And my car is right there! If I get my key, th-then we can escape!"
"No, Burt. We can't outrun it... We gotta find a place to hide!"
But Burt didn't listen to her, instead dashing the other way and out of her sight. Dawn wanted to chase after him, but her self-preservation instinct stopped her. She knew the best way to avoid their stalker, and following her boyfriend would only go against that.
"D-Dammit..." She muttered to herself, making up her mind before turning away and sprinting.
Similarly desperate, Burt was only concerned with himself as he tried to find his house key in his keyring. That pink beast had definitely devoured Otto by now – though he had long escaped before he saw the act being consummated –, and his worsening nerves certainly didn't help with his panicked scrambling...
"...Got it!" He exclaimed, wasting no time in shoving the key into the lock.
Burt barged in with almost enough strength to knock down the unlocked door. Entering his office, he started looking for his car key, but it wasn't at the usual spot by the door frame. He started tossing papers, portraits, vases – anything where it could be hiding behind.
"Sh-Shit, where is it...?!"
He started kicking the papers now lying on the ground, to see if the key would magically manifest itself in the growing mess. Of all the times to lose it...! It felt like he was going to lose his temper, but the adrenaline rush wouldn't let him succumb to emotion. He had to get out of town, no matter what.
Just then, he felt a cold draft from the window. Burt froze as he remembered – it was also chilly when he last went out with his car...! He jumped to the coat hanger in the blink of an eye, his heart sinking as his hand dug into the jacket's pocket... Surely enough, he felt his car key between his fingers! The man nearly jumped in joy.
"Yes!"
Burt pulled it out, and it looked blurrier than he remembered. His other hand reached for his glasses on his face, but they weren't there anymore. They'd probably fallen when he was having his panic attack, lying somewhere between all the items ungraciously tossed onto the ground. However, he'd wasted too much precious time finding his car key, and staying here any longer to find them was a terrible idea. Besides, he was pretty confident that he could drive without them – at least until he reached the next town over.
Regardless of his poor eyesight, he knew his way out the house easily enough. And once he'd gotten to his car on the driveway, he was as good as free. Burt could already see it; just as he suddenly saw the large pink blur manifest in front of him, right in the middle of his door frame...
"Oh–!"
Rose gasped as something bumped into them. Before the plushie dragon even entered the house in search of their missing prey, one of them had already taken the initiative – inadvertently plunging his upper half into a soft, strawberry-scented tunnel.
Given how big Rose's hyper features were – especially compared to how small people's houses were –, it was always easier to slip their large flared cock through entryways, before the rest of their body. By pure luck, the nearly-blind Burt chose that exact moment to make his escape – now, he could only kick his legs and scream, his voice muffled by the plush penis constricting him in place.
"Mm, what a nice surprise. So eager...~" Rose teased.
They took a few steps back, pulling the ensnared man with them. Their equine penis – always exposed, in the same Manner as the rest of the plump plushie's features – was turning hard from the stimuli within its urethra. The shaft was getting erect, outer fabric distending as it raised itself. The man was lifted off the ground, giving Rose a better look at the lower side of his body still outside their cock.
"My, I never thought you'd feed yourself so willingly to me." The dragon continued, either unaware that this had all been an accident on Burt's part, or to get a reaction out of him.
Burt tried to shout out for help, but the pink downy walls stifled any words that any would-be savior might hear. He continued to struggle, kicking his legs in the air as his body was continually raised by the swelling cock.
Despite knowing full-well where he was stuck in, it was hard to reconcile the mental image of the inside of a penis with reality. It was stuffy and cramped, but the walls were dry and warm, like heavy blankets taken fresh out of a drier.
Burt was almost upside-down, feeling himself slowly slip inward. He struggled to, at least, delay the inevitable – but the content sighs from Rose that reverberated around him only added insult to injury.
The fat dragon sat down on the walkway, their weight substantial enough to make a loud 'thump' and leave a mark on the grass. One of their paws caressed the fully hardened member, its veiny fabric brushing against their voluptuous breasts – the other paw gently reached behind Burt's jeans, pushing at his butt with a claw.
"That's the spot... Mrr...~" Rose muttered as he slowly slipped further, making the bulge on their cock head bigger. "But as much as I'd like to slurp you all the way down my cock, I have a better spot for you, Burt. After all, I'm still pretty hungry..."
With the flared tip as close to their face as it could be, the dragon slowly parted their jaws. Rose's lips started to envelop the human's exposed ankles, huffing warm and dry air over them in response to his writhing. Then, craning down their neck, their eyes closed as the flared tip of their cock fully popped into their maw in a swift motion.
Despite the shaft easily being as wide as their whole head, it slipped inside effortlessly, thanks to their magical hammerspace capabilities. It meant that the plushie dragon was much bigger on the inside than they appeared – as such, they could easily slip the rest of their cock head into their velvety throat, without even making a bulge in their neck.
However, that magic was somewhat limited, which was why Rose's usually doughy and saggy belly was much more taut after devouring nearly everyone in town. Still, to any oblivious onlookers, it didn't appear like there could have been more than one person inside their seemingly infinite stomach...
The dragon moaned as they continued to suck themself off. Burt was now just a slight lump at the top of their veiny shaft, partially hidden inside of Rose's mouth – but most importantly, that lump was no longer traveling down its length. The plushie's throat had a good grip on his ankles, making sure their prey stayed in place as both sides fought to claim the contested snack. But with a hard 'glk!', their maw started to win out.
Even if he had his glasses on, there was barely anything for him to see other than the dragon's pink insides. He was now fully ensconced within different parts of Rose, unable to move within what felt like a heavy duvet. Burt could listen to the reverberating sounds that his predator made, dry slurps and moans originating from the fabric squeezing his feet together. He knew that he was doomed, and his hoarse throat, tied in a knot, couldn't usher any more cries for help.
Rose continued to gulp, slowly extracting him from their hungry cock. Given their anatomy, there weren't any fluids involved, and whenever they slurped someone down with their dick, they had to rely on its peristalsis. Even as they transferred Burt to their gullet, the motions persisted, but the fight against their own anatomy was still amusing. On one hand, feeling less and less of that pleasant tingling sensation inside their urethra was disappointing. But their stomach craved the human far more than their nuts. Once he was settled within their belly, temporarily quelling their cravings, they knew that the slight frustration would be paid off.
Their downy walls could feel each part of his body, and his head had finally slipped out of his urethra and into his maw. Still, Rose didn't push their flared tip out just yet – that way, they'd make sure Burt wouldn't be able to see the light of day until he was past the point of no return. Their tongue cupped his entire face, forcing it down the back with the final swallow. Just like that, he was entirely claimed by their esophagus, on his way to end up in their stomach.
Letting go of their deflating cock, Rose's jaws relaxed and clamped close, leaving behind no sign of their prey. The pink plushie simply watched their midriff expectantly, putting their paws to the soft dome. They could feel Burt's weak struggles against the constricting walls slowly travel downwards – and as his body was slowly deposited into the wider chamber, the belly suddenly puffed outwards a whole inch!
Rose let out a satisfied sigh. Their strawberry-patterned paw pads now left a slight imprint on their nearly-white abdomen. Their limited hammerspace magic only worked in thresholds – increasing only when Rose had eaten enough prey. Sometimes it could take several to reach the next level – and with the addition of Burt, their stomach had reached a new limit, making their tummy look even rounder. As their belly progressively turned into a contender for their largest feature, Rose grew more fond of it. It made them look pregnant, when in reality, there was an entire town dwelling within themself...! Well, an entire town save one.
"Mmrf, and I'm still hungry." They whispered to themself, delight clear as day in their voice. Burt was still squirming in their stomach – though their paws could feel nothing but layers of batting as they caressed it –, but that growing desire had little to do with how full their stomach really was. "Time to find that other girl, Dawn. Though she must be hiding by now–"
"I-I'm right here!"
Rose wasn't expecting a response. Still sitting down in Burt's lawn, their eyes darted towards the dark-skinned woman, standing confrontationally just across the street. The girl was trembling, but she wasn't running away. Intrigued by this, the dragon smirked her way.
"Oh, there you are! I was looking forward to tracking you down, but if you'd also give yourself so willingly to me, then who am I to complain?~"
Dawn shook her head defiantly. "N-No, you're wrong. You're not gonna swallow me."
"Oh? And why is that...?"
"Because I'm going to c-convince you to stop this!"
"Convince me? Hah!" The dragon laughed it off, getting up on their feet to tower over the woman. "That's a good one."
"It's not a joke. I-I mean it!" She cried out. "Because I know that if I run, you'll catch me. Like you did with my coworkers... And Otto... And even Burt. I-I saw you devouring him, too."
"Oh, you saw the whole thing, haven't you? Enjoyed our little show?~"
Dawn shut her eyes at their teasing. "...I-I saw enough. Enough to know you're sentient, not a mindless plush beast. What you've done to the entire town is cruel, and I'm gonna convince you of that!"
"Cruel? My dear Dawn, I assure you that I'm giving each of you the best treatment I can..."
Rose brought an inviting paw close to Dawn's face, but she pushed it away with both hands. Even combined, they were both too small to cover it all.
"But it is cruel! You swallowed and digested them, and you even call them your prey–"
"Digested...? Oh no, far from it." The claws that had been brushed aside now caressed their belly. "Even if I wanted to harm them – which I don't –, my stomach simply can't do anything of the sort. It may look small from outside, but your entire town is definitely alive in there. Let me show you..."
The dragon grabbed Dawn from behind like a rag doll, easily gripping her within their digits. The caught woman was brought closer, and she thought that she would be devoured then and there... Instead, she was moved towards that light-pink belly, smooshed against that living pillow with a hug.
"Burt?" Rose shouted out. "I know you can hear me. I have Dawn right here with me!"
"D-Dawn...?" A very muffled, but recognizable, man's voice came from the other side of the fabric.
"Burt?!" The woman yelled back. "Are you alright?"
"I-It's you...! Dawn, g-get away from this monster! It's tight in here, and...can't..."
The barely audible words quickly got dimmer, until she couldn't discern his voice. She pressed her ear against Rose's belly.
"Burt? I can't hear you! Burt...!"
But there was no response. She clenched her fists and stared furiously at the plushie's pinkish gray eyes.
"What did you do to him?!"
"Nothing... Well, nothing out of the ordinary. When I swallow someone, they stay within the start of my stomach. And you can still hear them if you pay enough attention. But after that, my stomach works them deeper, and they sink too far for even me to hear. But I can definitely feel him squirming in there..."
Dawn tried to break free from their hug. "Y-You monster...! You intend to kidnap everyone and keep them trapped in there forever?!"
"Why, yes. With all the comfort I can provide, nothing but warm down to keep you all safe and free from any worries. Much more comfortable than these human beds of yours, might I add..."
"No! They didn't ask for this... I didn't ask for this! Let me go!"
Still hugging her tight, Rose leaned backwards until they were lying on their back, letting their stitched wings sprawl against the ground. The woman was pulled closer to the top of their jutting paunch, with her head nestled between their large cushy breasts. The aroma of strawberries was strong even from outside. No matter how much Dawn objected, Rose didn't seem intent on letting go of their latest plaything.
"Mm... But wouldn't you like to join the rest of your friends? They are all cozy inside already, Dawn... Besides, maybe you secretly wanted this...~"
"N-No...! I would never want this!"
"Then why didn't you run away like the others?"
"Because you'd catch me anyway..."
"Mh-hm, that's right.~" Their claws stroked her back, slowly nudging her closer to their face. "Since it was inevitable, we might as well make it enjoyable, no? Isn't that what you were thinking? Deep down, you know that I'm doing you a huge favor, taking you in..."
Dawn desperately wanted to find the right words, fight back, convince them that this was all wrong... But nothing came to mind. She didn't want to get stuck in Rose's gut like the others, but did she really have any chance of winning?
"Be a good girl," Rose continued, "and I'll let you take as long as you want to get inside, before you're all cozy too..."
With that, their jaws parted wide, and their tongue lolled out towards Dawn. The girl silently stared into it. She knew that the possessive plushie was beyond reason – if the woman had stood her ground harder, or instead had tried to flee, she'd have been devoured anyway. On the other hand, she could put up no resistance, and hope they would show her mercy... Was it really the best scenario she could hope for? She wanted to be the master of her fate, but she was instead at the whims of her soon-to-be devourer.
When Rose was almost still like this, they really didn't look any different to Dawn than a behemoth of a plushie. The walls inside their maw were like suede, cut by sewn lines leading all the way to the back of their throat. And right along the middle, the tongue looked like a cushion, with small imperfections underneath its fabric from foam beads. Rose had one eye partially covered by their velour long-top hair; the other was clearly plastic. The teeth and fangs on display were two pliable white pieces stretching across their gums.
All of these soft details were hard to reconcile with what Dawn had actually witnessed. This beast had found and devoured everyone else they knew, and then some. But why...? Did Rose really think that they were doing everyone a favor, or making them comfortable somehow? And how did a living plushie, with a seemingly endless appetite for people, even came to be in the first place? Or how it decided to feast so ruthlessly on the entire town? Somehow, Dawn had the feeling that she wouldn't get any answers if she raised any questions – for all the good they'd do in her situation.
As if on cue, Rose's paw nudged her, until Dawn's face pressed against the tip of their tongue. Her predator's patience was apparently wearing thin, urging her in – reminding her that she still had no control over her fate...
Finding no more reason to overthink it, Dawn brought a hand towards the awaiting maw. As it slipped onto the tongue, she expected Rose to bite her down. But the dragon remained immobile. There was a gentle hum from their throat in response, as if the supple fabric being could feel her taste somehow. The closer that her hand approached the warm gullet, the pressure around her digits increased. The fingertips squeezed into the bend behind Rose's tongue – and she felt some movement. A subtle, rhythmic suction from peristalsis, likely outside the plushie's control. She'd never expected to be swallowed alive by a plushie, and she hesitated to press on.
Noticing her reluctance, Rose's claws pushed her further up once again. They were even more anxious about gulping down the woman, now that their goal was so close that they could literally taste it. Dawn's hand was fully ensnared by the ravenous gullet, and it wouldn't budge when pulled. There wasn't any going back now, the woman thought, and she would end up inside of Rose... But, perhaps it was true that a part of her had always known. The moment that the plushie had started their binge, this was where she would've wounded up anyway.
With her second hand brought closer, she tried to pry the throat open, testing if it would stretch to accommodate the rest of her body, or smother her instead. The former was the case. The walls seemed wide and pliant enough – and although Dawn noticed that there wasn't any bulge from her arms outside of Rose's neck, she wasn't surprised, given what she'd learned. Even though it was nothing more than textiles and fillings, she still couldn't pull herself free even an inch. Instead, she had to adjust her body and crawl forward, as much as she wanted not to.
The constant tug persisted as her head entered the maw, feeling her locks rustle against the sweet-scented fabric. So much for 'taking as long as she wanted' – the gullet impatiently ushered her inward, and the large draconic paw guiding her from behind seemed primed to simply force her in at any moment, if Dawn decided to struggle.
But she couldn't bring herself to do anything but oblige. Was there really no fight left in her...? She shunned her own lack of emotions. She should have been fighting, crying, screaming – she was literally in the beast's jaws!
And yet, it didn't feel anything like being devoured by a ravenous creature. Everything was so dry and warm, and the scent of fresh laundry was almost nostalgic. Rose wasn't an ordinary predator, and their insides did seem to appeal towards the comfort that they had presented her with. A comfort, however, that ultimately came at the price of her freedom...
Her face soon met with the vent at the back, where the slight differences in texture between the fabrics covering the tongue and the palate were more pronounced. It was also the point where the light pink hue quickly darkened, away from sunlight's reach. Both of her arms were deep down the bend, and as her eyes finally peeked into the pit, her depth of view was only so deep. Her hands were now completely enveloped in darkness, and the sight of it caused her to instinctively squirm.
Rose, likely interpreting it as a sign of resistance, quickly reacted. In a swift movement, their paw grabbed both of Dawn's legs, and started forcing her into their muzzle.
"S-Slow down...!" The woman pleaded, but the slightest twinge of compassion shown by her predator had already evaporated.
She had less time to contemplate her situation, but she'd already been relying on senses other than her vision this far deep. Her lower body was squeezed further in as Rose repeatedly tossed their head back. The tongue and jaws, previously immobile for her sake, now worked to swallow her more easily. It felt like being tossed about within a large blanket cocoon, directing her towards the tight slide of the plushie's unrelenting throat. For a mercy, the enclosure wasn't so uncomfortable that it squeezed her chest too tight and made breathing hard, but still made her almost claustrophobic.
In mere moments, the woman felt those downy lips close behind her shoes, forcing the last of her into their gullet. Her vertical descent was more of a gradual and graceless glide than a fall. The most that Dawn could hear was her own breath, and the cotton beyond those walls being pushed aside by her own body. All the compression and contact was overwhelming. She couldn't even tell what the invasive fabric was supposed to be by touch, as she got mixed signals from her own clothing tossing and creasing in the chaos.
Her mind cleared a bit once her surroundings seemed to change. The oppressive cloth was now giving her more space, and the front of her body gently curved horizontally. Without realizing, her arms spread to occupy the extra space – soon, she was lying in a starfish position. Fully inside the plushie's stomach, Dawn felt like she was sandwiched between two mattresses molding around her shape.
Although much more slowly than before, she could still feel the floor and roof gently guide her ever deeper. She tried to struggle, but it was still just as hard to move any of her limbs as it was in Rose's throat. The artificial smell of strawberries persisted, though her nose was already getting accustomed to it.
Yet even this deep, the woman found no signs of the other people who Rose had swallowed before. She didn't doubt they were fine relatively speaking, but she couldn't hear any sounds – only the dragon's satisfied rumbling, somewhere far above the many layers of plush filling that permanently separated Dawn from the outside world. She knew that Rose would hear her if she shouted, but there was no one else left outside to hear her. Yet, she could only wonder...
Was everyone else all alone, trapped in different pockets of the plushie's core? Was this all there would be to them, for the rest of eternity? And were they all feeling the same odd sensation as her – this oppressive, inexorable, unending comfort...?
***
The intercity bus stopped at the same spot it always did, right at the edge of town. As the driver pulled the breaks and opened the door, he took the opportunity to check the messages on his phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a single passenger enter – a very large and pink one, who squeezed through the door with surprising ease. Their hand extended a bus ticket towards him, and he pointed towards a small bin to his side.
"Just leave it there."
He turned to face the passenger, only to see a tall and overweight plushie dragon smiling at him. He scanned them – their rotund belly, their strawberry-patterned embroideries, and of course, their exposed hyper cock and breasts. It was certainly a unique costume, he noted to himself, but he wouldn't judge them to their face.
Then, the driver tried to look past Rose and towards the entrance, but the thick pink thighs and tail in the way made it hard to see outside. "No other passengers, miss...?" He asked.
"Nope! Just me." Rose chirped, and made their way down the aisle.
As the door closed behind them, the plushie gently felt their bloated belly with both paws. Before their binge, it was already quite flabby – but now it was pretty taut, and almost twice the original size. By every measure, it was a complete success, with the entire town now trapped inside their stomach! They considered their gained size like their own personal trophy.
It gently wobbled in front of them with each step. By now, Dawn was deep inside, like the others before her. It was harder to discern their individual writhing, but Rose could definitely feel them all at once as a sizable and enjoyable blur, coming from their cozy core. Hopefully, they'd learned to appreciate their permanent residency by now.
Still, before their bout had even ended, they'd come to realize that an entire town wouldn't quell their hunger. In fact, as their stomach grew threshold after threshold, Rose has only felt more famished. But far from a problem, they saw it as an opportunity to provide even more people the ultimate comfort! Their new plan involved going to the next city over, and the best way to get there was to take the intercity bus – it was better than walking all the way there. Plus, this road trip would give them some time to rest before their next binge commenced. Perhaps they'd start with the bus driver... after they'd reached their destination, of course.
There were very few other passengers in the bus, Rose noted. In particular, there was a young, petite woman taking the extra large seat – the only that could accommodate Rose's extra large features. The plushie cleared their throat, hoping to call the attention of the seat hogger. But with the big headphones that she was wearing, and the loud rock sounds blasting from them, she didn't give the pink dragon so much of a glance.
Rose simply shrugged – and after making sure that no-one was paying attention to them, they moved to sit down, anyway.
Looking up, the woman had little time to react to the large pair of buttocks above her, and the pink hole visible in-between. With a 'slam!', Rose's substantial weight plopped onto the seating, even causing the parked bus to jostle and creak! The driver looked at Rose through the mirror for a moment, not suspecting that another passenger had just gone missing. Now that everyone was seated, and despite not seeing the usual travelers getting on today, he closed the bus door and started driving.
The plushie adjusted themself on their seat. The impact had worked exactly as they'd planned, launching the distracted music listener up their ass. Rose usually preferred to eat their snacks the 'conventional' way to taste them, but their velvety anal muscles were just as adept at consuming prey as their throat.
The woman's legs were still outside their hole, but otherwise, they were fully concealed underneath Rose's body. The pink anthro would thoroughly enjoy this new plaything, as they'd still inevitably end up in their stomach – just from the opposite entrance. A small appetizer to tide them over until the next city, as it were...
Over the next half hour or so, they did their best to enjoy their new toy without calling attention. Still, with their rectum having to fight against gravity, progress was deliciously slow. Each bump in the road sent her an inch deeper, and Rose had to do their best not to moan whenever the vehicle lurched unexpectedly. The woman was definitely struggling and shouting out within her, but being so deep inside the plushie, each sound was almost completely drowned out by the engine – only Rose could hear her, if they paid close attention.
Their cock reacted to the sensitive squirming, but Rose had thankfully tucked it underneath their belly and the seat in front. Even though their erection was hidden, the engorging shaft still propped up their stomach, making it look even bigger and more outstretched from above, brushing against the back of the seat in front of Rose. When their hole finally closed after the woman's feet, they sighed contentedly. It didn't smother the entirety of their hunger – which was an impossible task –, but it certainly had pressed a few of their unattended buttons...
However, as their newest prey traveled up their plushie guts and was deposited into their hammerspace stomach, it suddenly reached a new threshold. It sprung forward in an instant, growing an inch in diameter and jostling the seat in front of them!
Another passenger was seated there, and she had been sleeping until the force jolted her awake. Still dazed and groggy, she slowly turned around to see the unruly person that disturbed their nap – only to see the large dragon behind her.
Rose flashed her a smile, perhaps more mischievous than apologetic. But out of their several wide and unusual features, it was their belly that caught her attention. It was the closest one to her, right against the back of their seat, and unlike the rest of the overweight dragon, it looked suspiciously firm. She touched it with her hand, and noticed how Rose reacted to her fingers against the pink felt.
"Oh, I'm sorry, miss! I didn't expect you to feel that through this costume of yours...!" She explained herself, taking her hand away.
Rose tranquilized her. "It's fine, dear, really. I just wasn't expecting you to touch it."
"It must be really sensitive if you could feel that slight touch, huh? You must be far along in your pregnancy, what with your middle so big!"
As she watched their gut, the pink dragon could feel their latest prey try to thrash and squirm between the unyielding walls of their stomach. But from the outside of that plushy dome, everything looked perfectly still. As the consumed woman called for help, not even the other passenger next to them could hear her struggles. Nobody could tell that she was trapped inside their cavernous cushions, along with everyone else they'd eaten, never to be seen again... A malicious thought that brought Rose no small amount of joy.
"Not much longer now, is it?" The woman asked politely.
"Yeah," Rose answered, licking their lips, "not much longer..."
***
In a city far away from the first town, everything was dead silent. The streets were deserted, yet nobody was in their houses. They were all dark, except for one. The front door was wide open, and inside, instead of the usual occupants, there was only a large plushie intruder. She made herself comfortable by sitting down on the couch, and pointed the remote at the TV to turn it on.
Rose watched the newsflash absentmindedly as she rubbed her enormous belly. The anchor was talking about the investigations behind the mysterious disappearance of everyone in three different towns. She smirked. Apparently, this city wasn't in the official count yet.
It had been a while since the insatiable dragon had swallowed Dawn and the others. Her soft dome was now large enough that it looked like two people were inside, even though the real count was much, much higher. She had never kept track of how many people she'd eaten. All that mattered to Rose was satiating her ever-growing hunger, and delighting in the squirms from her comfy morsels. The count must've been in the thousands, completely destroying any reservations she could've had about the limits of her hammerspace abilities.
Holding her very bloated belly as her most prized possession like this, she could only feel her own batting. Being trapped deep within her, Rose couldn't ever let her prey out again, even if she wanted to. They were all hers... Even so, the fire in her chest and the emptiness in her belly persisted – after everything, she still craved more.
But that could wait. For now, Rose simply lied down on the tasty stranger's couch, watching the news as she recalled each place shown and the additions to her gut. Tonight, she deserved a moment's reprieve, just her and her myriad unwilling guests. Tomorrow, she'd be back on the prowl.