Your balls are hungrily rumbling, so you forgo trying to chase the thrill of a fair contest’s victory and actively consider how to hunt.
After all, how can you not?
So far you've lived your gluttonously pampered life free of potential predation within the jungles of your homelands… at the cost of slim pickings prey-wise. It’s uncommon for your island’s Geckos to get above five feet tall, fewer still hit six, and it’s depressingly rare that they have properly vorishly hyper-sized packages. There, back home, you are a dominating giant at eight-odd feet tall, overgrown and potbellied with gluttonous mass-vore based growth, but here at the Stadium many go past matching you and outright tower over you. You covet the novelty of being outsized not just by bodies but by heavily flopping and churning genitals, stoking your desires to feast until you're once again the uncontested largest. It’s what you’ve been for nearly your whole life, and it feels strange to feel so small. Now that you're on the mainland with far less puny standards than the archipelago you rule over… you just can’t wait to experience some unprecedented feasts, surrounded by all this delectable looking vore-bloated flesh.
Mind filled with the urge to digest someone into cum, cum their remains into your gut, suck it out, blast it back down and just keep going - balls full of tar-thick sticky semen churn at the thought of consuming assets that could inspire your envy.
Confidently shifting your scales and going invisible like the overlord vore-queen that you are, you shamelessly do as you wish in a place where the predation you plan is explicitly forbidden. Pressing your squishy padded hands to the wall and then your toe-tips, you languidly start crawling up the wet tile wall, none of the competitors the wiser to your vanishing act. Flexibly twisting about to face into the room with your cock and balls stirring with readiness, you barely glance at the groups and other high-visibility or otherwise overly ambitious cocksnack targets.
For now.
Skin patterned after the tile behind it and any imperfections with your stealth camouflaged by the steam and water filling the area, you look for good targets. Your lengthened and muscularly enhanced prehensile tail sinuously slips up between your thick thighs, brushing against your sack as it rises to encircle your cock like a ring of flexing meat. Keeping your grippy hands on the wall at your back you plump your cock with a slow tailjob, working yourself to a vorish state of arousal. Your two-foot schlong with its tapered tip rises and hardens under your attention, its large slit readily oozing pre. Slick wetness slides down your cock and drips to the floor in turn, and your balls gurgle as you see so many races you'd only heard of in stories. Lions, bulls, wolves, hippos, and all manner of lizards far larger and more regal than your gecko ilk, like iguanas and komodos - all of them regularly loom over you as they shower and mill about, many twice or more your weight. You can't remember the last time there was anyone back home who could manhandle you, and here you see scores of them! Ah, your legs quiver, toes squirming and briefly threatening to release as your swollen pussy gushes a deluge of femcum.
It seems you like feeling small and weak more than you thought, fascinating - though with how ragingly hard you are, you’re just as eager to dominate or vore those that make you feel like this!
It’s not hard to spot easy prey - loners in corners, those so lost in the warm wash that they’re blind to the world around them, the smaller and less assertive looking. And while yes, you think you could predate them with impunity… they’re just not as impressive as the rest. You titillated yourself at the thought of having heretofore impossibly large meals… and precious few of the cocksnacks-to-be that look easy to snag are still big enough to thrill. Though you do see more than a few horse and bull men and herms packing drool-inducingly impressive assets here and there, so it’s not like you’d be denied massive meals if you tried to play it safe.
It’s just, there’s two other opportunities for easy prey that look so much more enticing to you than a ‘mere’ equine or bovine feast of unprecedented scale!
In the steamy showers you’re now prowling, a hairless cat a bit shorter and far more femininely slender than you lugs herself towards an open shower stall. The big-nippled cat with a chest more modest than your perky pair is sporting junk so obscenely massive she has to drag her balls and hold her sheathe-popping cock up to avoid tripping on it. Her trim waist looks like it has fat folds warping it, her sheathe’s ring of flesh so massive it’s also constantly spreading her legs. Meaty barbs the size of coke cans twitching like half-erect pricks along her incredible length, the hairless hermkitty gets to work, both hands scrubbing furiously to clean up her gargantuan maleness.
Even as a few spurts of cum pulse their way out of your insistently eager cock, you can’t help but worry you might not be up to preying on someone with cockvoring equipment like that - it’s big enough it could pin you to the ground, or beat you to death, nevermind slurp you down!
The other extra interesting looking easy meal opportunity is a pair. Over in a corner beside the locker room entrance you’re still near, there’s a big-balled showergoing lion with someone kneeling between his legs. The lion’s hefty, at least as tall as you and far more thick boned and muscular - you have little doubt they could manhandle your indolent fat ass in any sort of fair fight. But while they’ve got a mane, a masculine posture, and no pussy drooling between their legs, they are decidedly MILFy looking. Their wide shoulders are offset by even wider, broodmotherish hips and a big plush bubble-butt that’s practically begging to be squeezed. That ass is soft and fat and fuckable looking, no doubt about it. Most strikingly of all, you see particularly heavy looking breasts plumply pushing from their otherwise toned chest, milk sopping from fat inverted nipples with every motion. In contrast to the domineeringly matronly looking lion, the pale little canine between the leonine figure’s meaty legs is as small as the average gecko back home, their size making them look like vulnerable prey, an easy snack. Getting a better look, they’re a slim white-furred foxgirl - or rather, a vulpine dickgirl looking at what’s twitching in her lap - who’s busy deepthroating the thickly built but femininely figured lion’s cock for all she’s worth.
Even though she’s small, something about how, panting with exertion and sweating from the strain, the white fox readily keeps sucking on the MILFY lion’s dick that’s thicker around than the vixen’s own curvy thighs intrigues you.
Creeping soundlessly up the shower’s wall to crawl across the ceiling and dangle your cock over your would-be prey, you pick out...
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