The lynx's maw yawned open wide, her hot breath washing over you. She ran her tongue over your face, a purr of delight at your taste rumbling from her chest. Licking her lips, the lynx shoved your head into her maw, her scratchy tongue lapping over your face and head.
Unsheathing her claws, she tore your clothes to shreds, leaving your tender body all to herself. After a bit, she took a massive gulp, swallowing your head and cramming your shoulders and chest into her maw. Her razor sharp teeth scrapped your flesh as she dragged her tongue across your body, her purrs rumbling your head, crammed in her bulging throat.
Another gulp took in your gut. The lynx was in delight at your wonderful taste, making a note to seek out the nearest human town. She couldn't wait until you were tucked away in her gut and teasing you, crushing your bones and body into a fine soup. She gently gnawed on your gut, threatening to tear through, but never going through with it. After all, it was so much more enjoyable when she felt you break and melt, then depose of you as a lovely pile of brown turds and broken bones.
After teasing you, she tilted her head back and swallowed again, this time taking your rear end. Her tongue scraped over and between your cheeks as she chewed happily, purring with delight at your struggles. Tilting her head back , she rapidly gulped down your legs stoping only to tickle your feet with her tongue, then sealed you up.
She licked her lips happily as she felt the acids start to work. As they melted you, she started massaging her gut. Pushing down with a paw, she was rewarded with a scream of agony and the crunch of your shoulder being shattered, then again with your ribcage. This continued for hours until you blacked out..
Much later, the lynx stood up and looked back, shaking her plump plot. Both fuzzy cheeks clapped before she lowered her ballooned bum to the ground. Muffled thuds from the turds hit her ears, occasionally being replaced by the clack of bone. A jaw here, half of an arm bone there, the shattered remains of your ribcage there...op, there's your skull, right in tope like a cherry on a sundae.
Shaking her plump rear at the pile of crap, the lynx ran off for your town. As for you, well you know what they say about nature.
It can, and will, eat you up.
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