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Music played through the gym as the sun began to set in the glass windows, the weight rooms empty as dumbbells and straps rested upon the shelves. Amidst the silence, rattling lingered from the lockers as grunts followed behind it. Near the end of the lockers, would be Milan, a grizzly built jock with a stomach grumbling for food. And in his hand, would be his selected prey, held by their neck as the two entered a private room. He locked the door, tossing them along the bench as he got settled.

"Keep away from me you psycho!" They said, clutching at the headphones around their neck.

Milan chuckled at their weak yells, stepping closer as he reached for the zipper along his jacket. He drawed it down, his pudgy gut flinging to his waist. "It's cute you think you can give me orders."

He took heavy steps along the cemented floor, his mass overshadowing his prey's as he placed his hands at his waist. They kicked to deter him from approaching, aiming higher to strike to cripple the towering jock. They ricochet off his thighs, their muscles rippling as he advanced.

"I said stay away! I'll kick your ass if you don't step off-" Milan squashed his crotch over the small gym goer, the fat of his stomach spilling at the top of their head.

"Mmm, off, now you're talking my words there, squirt." Milan watched his junk bulge as squash over them, tracing his finger along its faint outline. He unfastened the string on his shorts, drawing his flaccid cock from its chamber. "You could use a bit of seasoning anyway."

"You're crazy if you think I flow like that. I don't suck dicks."

"Like that mouth of yours could handle a cock like mine" Milan replied. "But I don't expect you to suck, but rather marinate."

He grabbed their heels, yanking them to the cold floor. Grunts lingered between them, the small prey struggling out to escape from Milan's meaty palms. They climbed and grabbed at the edge of the bench, pulling themself away from Milan. It was cute, seeing them struggling in his grasp like a puppy on a leash. But as entertaining as it was, he didn't want them to waste all their energy before he wolfed them down. He yanked them back, Thrusting their legs beneath him as he crashed himself atop their chest.

they wheezed, yells filling his ears before they took a breath. "God damn..bastard!"

"Ooo im not too heavy for you am I slick?" Milan replied, grabbing the kicking legs behind him.

He pulled them farther, his rear sliding over their chin as it planted at his taint. their nostrils flared, but ceased as one of the thick legs wrapped around him. Their smooshed face was a sight to behold to Milan, the muffled grunts vibrating his shorts.

"That's it, just a little more seasoning" Milan said, tapping his cock against their head as cum spilled into his hair.

"Get..off!" They managed to pull from the protruding manhood, prying at the back of Milan's back side as he shrank from his hold.

Milan smiled, crossing his arms as he leaned his ass against their chin. "You know I found your struggles lacking. Where's that fire? If your going be a good appetizer you might as well give something to crave."

A kick bucked him forward, a gasp escaping from beneath as his prey struggled from his glutes. Milan beamed toward them, grinding his rear overhead before getting up. He turned pridefully toward them, his cock throbbing for more action as he approached.

His prey scampered to the door, jerking at its handle to open it as it forced open. Milan gripped at their feet, lifting them off the ground as he held him like one would a subway sandwich. He licked his lips, taking their feet inside as they shot into his throat. His prey squealed, clutching to the door as they called for anyone to here, but fell short as they were yanked back into the room. Milan grinned from cheek to cheek, grabbing their thighs as he lifted them toward his mouth. He gulped them like a seagull, his throat expanding as their shoulders tapped at the corners of his mouth.

"Help-" they were cut off by a palm, shoved into the expanding gullet as Milan grabbed their wrist.

Their face appeared like a ghostly death mask, sliding down his throat as it disappeared into his chest. Swallowing his limbs, he clicked his jaws together, rubbing over his stomach as this prey squirmed inside.

"Damn that felt good." Milan replied.

The intercom turned on as a voice rang through the room, telling them the gym was closed. The building was starting to get boring anyway, he'd best get out of here before staff search the rooms. Besides, the real fun was right in his belly, struggling as they pawed around his layer of fat. He returned home, tossing his bag to the walls as he entered the living room. He yawned, deciding to crash along the couch to support the additional weight in his lap. He turned on the radio, and let the jazz music soothe his ears as he massaged over himself.

"Time for a good long nap, perhaps you'll be digested by then."

He crossed his legs and leaned into the sofa. His stomach distended as it lurched to the side of the chair. He could feel the kneads against the blubbery skin, wrapping his arm around it like a net as he reeled it back into his lap. He yawned once more, his eyes getting heavy as he slept.

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In the middle of the night, he groggily moved off the head of the couch, checking the time as it ticked in the corner walls. The dreams he had were a peosperous, eating future preys as he rubbed absently at his gut. His eyes dazed as he looked to his gut, yearning for its ponch to welcome his palm. He gripped into the hairs along it and squeezed, but only met the inside of his palm, his stomach as flat as a deflated balloon as it slipped from his grasp.

"What the-? Where'd my gut go!" He said, patting at his stomach.

A crash came from the behind, wet footprints collecting along the wooden floor as flour spilled in the kitchen. Jittering at the door handle, would be his prey, their shirt filled with holes as their jeans shrank to their knees.

"Hey! What are you out of my stomach!" Milan scowled, slamming the legrest into the sofa as he stomped toward them. They bolted to the other room, Milan pursuing them as they ran around corners of the house. He nipped at their heels, grabbing only shred of the soggy fabric as they kicked further ahead. Turning the corner, he slipped on a rug as a thud met his back. Groaning as he followed the path they ran.

His prey took to the shelves, grabbing whatever could fit in their grasp as they hurled them down. A lamp wipsped past Milan's side, a picture frame sawing the air as it nipped the tip of his head. That does it, he was through with this game of ring around the rosy.

They entered into a connecting room, Milan giving chase as his prey wisped past the frame. He halted, hiding in the shadow of the otherside. When pattering feet grew louder, he hopped in front as he grabbed their shoulders, stuffing his mouth with their head as he caspulated it into his gullet. With his juices already soaking their body, Milan wolfed down their shoulders, dragging his throat like a sword swallower.

When he got to their feet, he tilted upward to let gravity do the rest. Sending them back into their prison as his swelled gut returned. "I don't know how you got out, but you won't get out twice."

He waddled through the house, thrusting his stomach around like a heavy trash bag as he made his way up the stairs. Heavy sloshes filled his ears, his prey's voice backing it as their weight tossed inside the compressed stomach. He reveled in the feeling of his stomach stretching, belching out air that picked up as the w raced to subdue their body. He must admit, the squirt caught him by surprise, but he wasn't gonna let that happen again.

He entered into his bedroom, jumping onto the bed as he squashed his own gut. It strained as the contents compressed together, but was worth it to hear the prey's wails as he pulled the covers over himself.

"Let's see you try to escape now." He said, laying face first into his pillow as sleep took over once more.

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It was a long night since he went to sleep, Milan having to adjust himself to accommodate for his prey's struggling. He proved resilient as they wrestled with his walls, forcing Milan out of his slumber as they thrashed inside. Groggily, he felt nudges at the bottom of his stomach, the sphincter widening to welcome as face pressed into the walls. The runt's trying to escape through his intestine, unfortunately they won't get access there. At least, not like that. He lifted his legs, clapping them together as it sealed the ring shut.

As entertaining as it was to play cat and mouse again, he was too tired and too hungry to let them get out again. He cradled his stomach, bear hugging its round form as it wrapped his body around his Prey. They put up a decent fight when it came down to stamina, but it didn't last long until their struggles ceased. His stomach singing in triumph as it bubbled around his meal.

As the sun rose from the window, Milan yawned and stretched along his bed, looking to his gut below as he smiled. His ponch extended from his torso, his belly partially empty as his prey's remains dumped into his intestines. "Now that's more like it." He said, a fart escaping as he tossed his weight to the side of the mattress.

He got up and made his way into the hallway, huffing at his stomach's plonking with every step he took. He entered the bathroom and dropped himself upon the toilet, emptying himself of the remains into the bowl as his turds made tides in the water. Upon him releiving himself, something snagged against his hole. C-shaped in nature as it scooped the fleshy walls. He pushed harder, a fart hissing from his depths before something pushed out. When his hole wrapped against the end, he rechead a finger to pull it out, its structure curving as it pressed into his wrist.

Pop!

A splat rung from inside the bowl, the last of the object squeezed from his hole as Milan grabbed a roll of tissue. Wiping, he got up and gazed into the bowl. A pair of headphones would be resting there, standing in the piled mess as the rubbery tips were stained. "Damn, those were good headphones too. Ah well." He grabbed them from the bowl and tossed them into the trash, flushing the stool as he sent his meal to the water pipes of the sewer. Turning off the light, he patted his stomach.

"Wonder what the next catch will be."

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vorelover23 · 1 year

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Fuck, this is one of those stories I’d seriously LOVE to see as adapted into a live action short or something, this was seriously so good!

(Contains a bit of M/F, But I hope you enjoy^^)

Wes’ log. I've done it, I’ve finally done it! I’ve made a portal to other dimensions! I didn’t think it would have been possible, a machine capable of exploring timelines. Lab experiment 1 was a complete success, extraction from a timeline called world prime: a boot with algae was retrieved through the wormhole. Fascinating the materials seems to have experienced fertilization, I must note this in my data. With just some more testing, I will finally have a spot in the science committee of Casperfield! Today marks my day view of my ticket to the ranks. Once my machine is ready, the director’s gonna have their socks knocked off when they see-

A bell rang from through the lab, a signal appearing on the screen. “Sir, the director has arrived.” an AI said through a speaker.

“They’re already here?!” Wes said. He closed the recording before taking to his sheets, swatting them together before he placed them onto the table. Rushing to the entrance, large panel doors opened into a small space, a second set of doors behind. “Okay wes, remember, this is your ticket into the committee. Keep calm, keep composure, you’ve got this.” taking a breath, he hit the button as the second panel doors opened, a figure standing on the other side..

"Ahh director.” he bowed. “ welcome to my..” he paused as he looked up, a woman standing in front of him as she held a notepad in hand.

“Professor Wes, I presume?” she asked.

“Uh yes..you are the director?”

“I’m Sarah, the Director’s secretary. The director has important business to attend to.”

“I see.” he tugged at his shirt, extending a hand toward her. “Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you Sarah.”

She walked by him as she entered the lab. “ Charmed. So this is your lab? It seems rather small compared to what you said in your resume."

"Y-yeah.” he scratched his head. “It was taking up too much space according to the government guideline, so I did some remodeling. It’s roomy, yes?"

The Secretary gazed at the scientist, clicking at her pen as she jotted down in her notepad. “I see, well lets just see how “roomy” this place is.”

As she continued to walk, Wes turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Breath Wes, breath. You’re just off to a rocky start..yeah. just keep your cool and everything will be-”

"Hey! Professor, is this gonna take all day? Or do I have to tour myself?" Sarah called.

"Er! Coming!”

The two made their way through the lab to the farther experiments. Giant flasks set on shelves while capsules rested along the walls. Wes guided the secretary through the main corridor, showing her projects he’d been working on along with gadgets he invented. His gaze never left her face, his heart beating every time she lifted her pen to the board. She's a lot harder to please than he thought, but he wasn't going to give up. He still had more experiments to show to her.

10 minutes passed, the two making their way back to the entrance as Wes held a bottle in hand, swirling the green fluid inside. "And so as you can see, this is why the stardust we see now are..well farther than we know." He finished.

The lady massaged at her forehead, a migraine on her head as she finally looked at him. "That was a thrilling story, professor."

"Really?"

"No. This has been a complete waste of time." She walked towards the exit. “If you have any useful projects, you can try again for a spot in the committee next year.”

"Wait! Please give me one more chance!"

"Goodbye, professor."

"Wait! I.." His words jumbled as tried to catch the words. Her rubbery suit transitioned into the shaded lighting as the doors opened. "I-I have a dimension machine!"

Her heels came to a stop, a hand caressing over her chin before she looked at Wes. "A dimension machine you say?"

Alright, you've peaked her interest, Wes thought to himself. Let's not lose it a second time, for his sake. He nodded before ushering a hand behind him, the secretary taking lead as the two made their way to the corners of the lab. Metal pillars stood next to a computer, Wires wrapped around its borders as it connected to a super monitor in the corner.

"Incredible, I've never seen such a machine.." She said, starstruck as she caressed over the metal surface.

"You like it?! Er! I mean..I knew you'd like it." Wes said.

"How does it work?"

"Well it goes simply like this. The portal delivers any product from any era you desire. Medieval, futuristic, heck even the stone ages." He pressed at his wrist, panels shifting as a floating platform lowered to the table, a boot with algae resting upon it. "This here is proof of that. this very boot is from an age where plants have outgrown the world. In time, we could transport goods, materials."

"What about people?" The lady chimed in.

"Living beings?" Wes asked. "Well in theory yes, the machine could potentially transport them. But I haven't exactly tested it."

"Demonstrate."

"D-demonstrate?! Mam..forgive me, I don't think that-"

"Come now professor, this machine is one that must be explored." She said, clicking her pen at the notepad. "And if you want your seat in the committee, it would be most beneficial to prove your worth."

Wes' heart skipped a beat on the statement, looking to the machine before he gazed at the screen. "Well..I suppose a test run couldn't hurt." He turned the dial on the machine before typing a location, a portal forming as it filled the space between the metal pillars. "Let's see, the medieval time could be beneficial, a pretty good cover up too."

"No, not that one."

"Hmm?"

"Medieval is one everyone has studied, Professor Wes. You need to think big if you want to be in the director's ranks. Go for the prehistoric ."

"Prehistoric? but I haven't configured that one yet."

"Then you'd best try." She replied, crossing her arms as she waited.

Wes sighed before he typed at his computer, setting the coordinates, the pillars starting to spark as the portal flickered. " Please have enough juice.." He prayed to himself. Hitting the button, the machine came to life, green plasma swirling to the corners of the pillars.

The lady watched as the portal opened before her, her dress flapping in its gust. "Incredible.." She muttered. Gazing into the portal, an image began to materialize. A jungled plain filled with vine-like trees, a volcano blocking the horizon.

"We'll start with something small." Wes said. He tapped at his wrist as a bot came from a door in the wall. A fish in hand as they approached the portal. "This should be good bait."

The bot walked forward as it entered the vortex, their metal form becoming wavy before it appeared in the jungled space. Getting positioned, the bot opened its speakers as it pointed to the air, the sounds of chirps soon emitting from its microphone.

"And now we wait." He said.

10 minutes had finally passed since the bot was dispatched. Wes and Sarah continue to listen to the robot's call.

"How long is this going to take, professor?" The Secretary asked, he heels tapping against the floor.

"You can't rush the process, one will arrive sooner or later." Wes eyed the portal as he marked the data in his notes, noting the differences in the world's atmosphere as he kept watch over the bot. To think the machine had such capacity to come to this world, he thought. As he collected notes, rustling echoed in the bushes. A little dinosaur peeked out as it came into view of the bot, sniffing the air before it moved closer. "There's one."

"Well what are you waiting for? Command your bot to grab them."

"It’s not that kind of bot Sarah, it’s a transmission bot. We have to wait until it's in range before-"

"Unbelievable, I'm not waiting around any longer." She said, stepping inside the portal.

"Wait! What are you-"

"If you want a scientific breakthrough professor, you've got to take it by the horns and force it."

She marched toward the small creature as she came just within feet. "Come here you!" She demanded. She reached for the creature, but it scooted back. With another lunge, her hands catched air before the creature ran off. "What? Where are you off to now?!" She yelled. She was prepared to give chase, but stomps lingered behind, a shadow looming overhead as she gasped.

"What? What do you see?" Wes asked, Only able to see her form in the portal. The window to the viney jungle suddenly shook, Hairy legs stepping into its frame.

"I don't know what it is!" She yelled, backpedaling as the area grew darker. "Wha..what are you-!..no! Stay back!" She screeched as a palm reached for her. Hoisting her out of view, her voice became muffled, Squelching taking place before a gulp was heard.

"Pretty lady taste good." A smoky voice filled the space, a belch booming above before a leg rose off the ground. A meaty foot stepped in front of the portal, its rupture distorting the vortex's window before it vanished.

"Ah!" Wes gasped, rushing to the controls as red signs appeared on the screen. "Dang it, the energy signature is off scale!"

He pressed at the start button to get the engine going, sparks managing to form in the center of the pillars. But in another spark, it quickly snuffed out before it simmered. "Okay wes, you just lost the director's secretary and is now a creature's lunch in the prehistoric. On top of that, the way to get there has just crashed down." He hyperventilated. "It's fine, perfectly fine."

He looked toward the machine as signs continued to blink at him. "Gaah, it's not fine! I'm fucked! Fucked!" He typed at the computer to at least turn it on, but nothing was available. Instead, the machine powered down, a pop up showing at the top of the screen.

Error 110: Failsafe restart. Estimation: 20 minutes."

"It's restarting? It's restarting!" He raced to his storage equipment as he prepared his extraction kit. "Hang on Sarah, I'll bring you back in one piece!..I hope."

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20 minutes had passed since the machine shut down, Wes putting on his equipment for extraction. Tightening his sash, he checked his wristwatch to check on the machine's capacity. "Okay, I've got exactly 1 hour to retrieve her before the machine shuts down.”

He approached the machine and pushed start, the machine sparking before the portal opened. The scenery was different from the last time: the moon was out, its clean glow showering the jungled trees. Taking a breath, Wes stepped inside the portal, clutching his safety pack as the metal floors of his lab transitioned to a muddy surface.

"Okay, she was standing right here when she was abducted, the question is, what kind of creature.." He paused as he looked at the ground ahead, some sort of puddle resting within it. Stepping closer, he noticed additional holes above it, shaping into a footprint as big as he was. "Took her."

He moved closer to the footprint as he pulled a drone out, scanning it for analyses. "Look at the size of this thing, could a dinosaur have made this? No..its toes are human-like. Perhaps a neanderthal?"

He continued to scan the print before russling drew his attention to the bushes ahead. Something scaley flowed through the trees, vanishing into the shadow. Puzzled, he ceased the analysis as he sent the drone forward, letting it approach until it came within a foot of the trees.

"What is that?" He pondered. Hitting a button on his wristwatch, the drone turned on its beams. A Trex staring back at him.

Before he could move, the dinosaur roared as it rushed out to them, chomping on the drone between its jaws. Darkness returned to the jungle, the moon the only source of light for Wes as he gazed at the charging dino. He dodged its feet as it moved away, Wes eying it as the moon illuminated its back. The moon . "A T-rex?! Seriously?!" He said.

The T-rex slowed down before it turned around. Stalking Wes as it circled around him. Sparks flew from the drone between its jaws, another chomp spilling oil from its metal husk before it was thrown to the ground. With a growl, the dinosaur charged at Wes once more.

"Not good!" He yelped, running the other direction. He fiddled with his wristwatch for any assistance, his fingers fumbling to get them to its features. He could feel the ground shake beneath him, the rumbling from the dinosaur's growls rumbling at his back.

looking back, he tripped into the mud, the Rex's bite clacking just behind him as he tumbled against a tree. The Rex snorted before it charged again, roaring at Wes before coming in for another bite. "Come on, come on" Wes panicked, pressing at his wristwatch. " Start, Start, Start!"

The rex lunged at him, exposing its flesh to Wes as it. Wes slammed at his Wristwatch, Sparks flashing in his boots before a blast pushed him away, the Trex latching onto the tree as its Teeth sunk into its bark. Wes slid upon the ground as mud carried at his back, his boots knocking him into bushes before he fell to the ground. "finally.." He groaned, holding his side as he got up. "That was a close-"

Crunching lingered beyond the trees, the rex's head shattered them as bark scattered to the ground. "Are you kidding me?!" Wes yelled, tripping over himself.

The rex lunged forward, its jaws coming to range as it chomped just an inch in front of him. He closed his eyes and awaited for them to grab him. But nothing came. Instead, he heard the rex's whimpers before it was dragged back to the trees, a large palm reaching over its back before it hoisted them out the opening.

"What the-?"

The rex Wrestled with the figure, headbutting into their torso, but was quickly flipped over. As the moon shined over them, Wes caught a glimpse of the figure. A caveman? In this stone age? He thought to himself. But snapped out of it when a palm pinned to the dinosaur's head. Vines held in the other as they hogtied their feet.

"Dino Tough! But Dino not stronger than Borf!" The cave man said. Tying the vines into a knot, he got off the T-rex before getting up. "Dino make good breakfast come Morning."

Wes eyed the giant as he stood proudly over the Dinosaur, movements along his torso drawing his attention. His stomach sagged over his waist, wobbling as small bulges danced around its round flesh. "Tasty Lady not digested yet? Lady tougher than Borf thought." He heard him say. A muffle came from his belly upon response, pushing the Cave man's gut just a bit before a palm hoisted it back.

"Lady?.." Wes asked himself. "Does he mean the secretary? She's in there?"

The caveman chuckled boomed through the jungle, jostling his belly as the contents sloshed inside him. "Borf admire lady's efforts, but no leave" he said. "Lady marinate, be good nutrients for belly." He pressed his palm deeper into his gut before letting it spill back onto his waist, her bulges returning.

"Now borf, Make preparations. Lots to do for food." He grabbed the rope, heaving the dinosaur behind him as its whimpers growing distant beyond the trees.

At least he knew what he was up against, Wes thought. Pressing a button at his controls to get his boots working, but only sparks flew beneath. They must've taken damage during his tussle with the rex. "I knew I should've brought a configurator." He said to himself. "Guess I'm walking."

He followed the footprints in the ground, listening to the heavy stomps to help guide him through the shadowed environment. His legs grew tired as the acres moved to a grassy plain. Wes was able to see the Caveman's shoulder over the hill, its stride taking him farther away as he disappeared behind a rock. For a big guy he sure travels fast, he thought to himself. An hour had passed since he left the entryway, a mountain approaching as he dragged his feet on the ground.

But just as he was about to enter the thin path, the tracks turned to the left of him, leading to a cave as a glow peeked inside. "This must be the cave man's lair." Wes said. Walking closer, he took a peek inside.

logs surrounded a campfire as a furred bed laid in the corner. The rex rested against the opposite wall, still hogtied as Borg sharpened his knife. How was he going to get in there without being seen? He can't just walk in there, he'd be done for if he just barged in there. But what else could he do?

He heard a moan come from the cave, Leather grinding together as the Caveman's loincloth was removed from his waist. His cock swung onto the log, Drooling at his feet before he cupped it into his palm.

Wes eyed him as he stretched his toes to the fire, massaging at his foreskin as he waddled over to his bed. His smile never left his belly, caressing over its surface as the muffles inside brought a smile across his face. climbing into bed, he turned his front towards the wall, snoring quick to resonate as he laid limp.

Now's his chance, he thought. He approached the fireplace as climbed on one of the logs, hopping to a strip of the fur that slouched on the edge of the stone underneath. He climbed up upon its platform, its silky fur cushioning beneath his feet. "Baby steps, baby steps!" He whispered, extending his arms as he moved forward..

He approached the sleeping caveman, circling around his feet to his frontside. Slipping past his knees, he shimmied to their torso, The giant's belly extended from his body like a dome, blocking off their head as the corner of the corner filled its absence.

"Let me out of here you ingorotic barbarian!" Sarah yelled beyond walls. The stomach barely budged, hiding her bulge so well at a first glance.

"Sarah," he whispered as loud as he could. Cautious to not wake the giant. Silence only met him, gurgles booming from the gut. Taking a breath, he placed his palms on a portion of skin, and called to her again. "Sarah."

"Who's there?" She answered back.

"It's Wes, I'm here to rescue you."

"Wes? About time you showed up. Get me out here!"

"Hold tight, I've got a plan." He stepped back from stomach as he gazed at the giant. What the heck was his plan, he can't just make him cough her up. He took to his back for options, pulled out medical supplies, utilities, and..Teleporters. "These could work. But how would I get them in there? What kind of question is that? You know the only way is through.." He looked ahead to the edge of the belly, snores echoing on the other side. "The mouth."

"What's taking so long out there!" Sarah yelled, the groans growing louder. "Ah! It's getting tighter!"

"Grr I'm so gonna regret this.." He moved away from the giant's stomach, moving towards the barrel-like shaft that slouched against the way. He made his way toward the tip, its potent smell invading his nose as his nostrils forced themselves to close. "I guess they didn't have soap in this day and age." he groaned. But looked back as the stomach grew smaller in size.

He had no time to waste, he had to get her out. Rubbing his hands, he placed them underneath the loose skin. It felt like he was fishing through a wet bag, the bulbed head getting slicker deeper he went. He felt sick to his stomach as he forced himself closer to the head. And closer, and closer, until the slit kissed at his torso. "Here goes nothing.."

Slrrch! He heaved forward as his hands slipped over the head's shroomed edge. The caveman groaned in their sleep, Turning over on their back as their cock went with it.

The cock's hold was firm, dragging Wes against its glistened surface. Sweat oozed into his arms, the tender walls inside grew stiff, lifting Wes off his feet..

"What are you doing out there?!" Sarah muffled.

"Improvising.." Wes strained. He clinged to the edge of the cockhead, refusing to let go as he thrashed about in midair. The movements stimulated the shaft, the giant's length bulging higher and higher as its limp form grew hard as it carried him upward. Flinging him off as he was thrown through air.

"I'm not used to this!" Wes yelled. Bouncing off the giant belly, and onto the giant's chin. "Made it.." He groaned. Shaking off the butterflies in his stomach, he climbed up to the giant's mouth. Warm breath flowed into him, reeking of meat and fruits as he covered his nose. He dug through his bag and pulled one of the teleporters, turning it on before he threw it inside the giant's mouth.

The giant’s snores suddenly paused from the intrusion, startling Wes as he eyed them. But a breath later, they finally returned to its slumber, a gulp lingering from his throat. Upon its sound, he rushed back to the giant's belly. "I send something down there sarah. Can you feel it!"

"Yeah I..I think so."

"Okay, I want you to cling onto it tightly." He said. He pulled out the other from his bag, activating it as he pointed in front of him. With a click, a white light flashed before Sarah appeared. bits of jerky and chunks of fruit dripped from her clothes, a puddle forming beneath her.

"You sure took your time." She scorned.

"Hehe..sorry for the delay. But we should probably go."

The lady groaned at the suggestion, but saw reason. Wes smiled as extended a hand, but was met by a glance as she got up herself. "So what's your plan professor?" She asked.

"I've got a rendezvous point set outside, once we exit the cave, I'll trigger it so we can leave." He said.

Heading to the edge of the bed, the two used the fur to guide them before they landed on the floor. Running to the exit as they eyed the opening. Mission complete, Wes thought. It seems this went smoother than he thought it would. Making their way to the opening, they ran faster as the moon's light shined outside. But the Trex saw them on their way out, startling it as it thrashed at its restraints.

"Control it!" Sarah Demanded.

"What do you want me to do?!" Wes replied

The Rex made one last eye contact, fire in its eyes as its jaw snapped its vine off the muzzle. With a pause, it roared at the top of its lungs, Its sound carrying through the cave like a modifier. the air as it traveled.

"Grrr.." A loud groan from behind them, the wind inside changing as it flowed out of the cave. Turning around, they saw the silhouette of the caveman upon the bed. "Why breakfast roar?..It not breakfast time yet.."it groaned. He scratched at his belly patting as if it were waiting, but stopped before he shook his belly. "Hmm? Why belly flat?" He blinked his eyes before he gazed at his stomach, looking ahead as he caught a glimpse at the two on the ground."Snack..You take snack!" He yelled, a snarl escaped from his lips.

"We should run!" Wes yelled. He grabbed Sarah and ran toward the exit. The sound of feet touched the ground behind, the cave man's roar following behind it. "We have to get out the cave before the limit is up."

"How do you suppose we do that?! If you haven't noticed we're a pint his size!"

She was right, wes thought, right now we cqn't escape at the size we're at. But there had to be another way. Continuing to run, The sound of the trex pierced the cave, roaring as it bit at its restraints. "That's it!" Wes yelled. He ran toward the dinosaur in the corner, letting go of the Sarah in process.

"What are you doing?!" She yelled.

"Buying us time! Keep moving." He moved to the dino and fiddled at his wristwatch, a little nozzle pointing out of it as its red beam burned into the vine. The restraints simmered under its heat, burnt grass spreading apart as it tore through the first restraint. But it wasn't enough, the Dinosaur continued to thrash in place, its jaw snapping at Wes in process. "I'm trying to help you here!" He said to the Trex, pointing the beam closer to the vine.

The caveman's stomps boomed closer, rubble bouncing on the rocky terrain. In a leap, Wes saw a shadow loom above, a barefoot hurtling toward him. He leaped out the way, blown back by its gust as he rolled to the wall.

"You no take lady! Lady belong to me!" The caveman yelled, stomping towards Wes. Wes moved as fast he could, each step sending him to his knees as floundered to get to his feet. As Wes stumbled to the wall, the caveman rose a foot overhead, crust trickling from his soles. "Borf squash little man!"

Wes scowled at the sight of the foot, looking to the dinosaur that still laid in its restraints. One layer still remained untouched amidst the burnt vines. "Please let this work!" He yelled. He aimed towards the dino as the red laser pierced into the viney rope, its surface melted upon contact, withering as it snapped off, and the T-rex was free.

The caveman paused when stomps lingered behind him, a headbutt meeting his torso as the two collided against the wall. The raised foot crashed, as Wes rolled away, refusing to look back as he ran for the exit. "No! Deal with breakfast later!" He heard the Caveman yell.

Wes took the chance to join her as the made their way to the corner of the mountain. Sarah keeping watch as Wes prepared a portal.

"Now would be a good time for that portal!" She said.

"I'm working on it!" He replied back. hitting a button on his wrist, a portal opened in front of him, his laboratory on the other side. "Lady's first!" He ushered her in, following behind as he made his way to his machine.

"What are you waiting for, close the portal."

"It's not some light switch you just turn off you know!" Wes replied, his fingers stubbing the corner of the keys as he typed in his code. "Come on fingers, don't mess. With me now!"

"Tree!"

"What?"

"Tree!"

A log made its way through the portal, dirt scattering through the lab as branches snapped against the monitors. A fist grasped at one of the pillars, a foot stepping in before a mass entered through. Wes looked up as the cavemen entered inside, its eye locking to his as it peered into his soul. "Oh this isn't good.."

"Laddyy!" The caveman roared out from the portal, metal gears on the pillars crushed between his fingers as a tug snapped them off.

"Professor, do something!" Sarah said.

"I got, i got it!" Wes pushed at the control station as bots came from the walls. "Bots, subdue the caveman!" He ordered.

The machine's eyes glew red before tasers extended from their arms. Charging in swarms, sparks flew as they scoured around the giant's body. The caveman's roar booming through the room as he swatted at the bots. "Bring in the knockout gun!" He ordered the computer, a panel opening to his side as a ray rested on its pedestal.

"Sarah, you may want to.." He looked around for her as no one was there, her lab coat wisping by the far corner. "Hide.."

He shook off the thought and readied his ray, pointing it at the caveman as he squeezed at the nozzle. Round sphere's shot out and collided against the wall. The caveman looking at his direction as he growled.

"Come on Wes, you can aim better than that!" He shot again at the Caveman.

he dodged out the way, grabbing a piece of the monitor as the panel was ripped out, using it as a shield before he chucked it at Wes' direction. He barely had enough time to run, forced to lay on the ground as the panel flew overhead, Its corners breaking the table as it slapped the gun from his hands as it slipped away upon impact.

"Oh crap!" Wes tried to crawl away, but a fist pinned at his back, His breath nearly knocked out of him as he was hoisted of the ground

"Borf no like small man! Small man hurt Borf!" He said. Wes could feel the hand tighten around him like a snake, hoisting him closer to the giant.

"Surely we can..talk this out?!" He wheezed.

"No talk! Borf want snack! Where is-" a blast shot in his back, his limbs getting heavy as his knees dented the ground. "Snack."

The giant fell to the ground as he landed front first against the metal floor. Sarah standing behind him as the gun's nozzle simmered. "I..am not your snack." She said.

"Sarah! Nice work with the gun."

"Don't you nice work me. This has been nothing but a nightmare."

"Well..I wouldn't say nightmare, we had some extraordinary findings today don't you think?" He asked her. Her glare was all that he received, the silence creeping in as he scratched his head. "Okay maybe not all too extraordinary. But hey! At least we still have a specimen. Along with the.." He looked to the machine as sparks flew through the air, its vortex glitching in size before it shriveled. "The portal. Hehe, setbacks am I right."

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Wes' log. Today may have been the roughest day I've ever had. I went through a portal to the prehistoric, and ventured into a cave man's lair to rescue the director’s secretary from its clutches. In a daring escape, we managed to make it to my lab in one piece, along with an unexpected guest. She returned to her headquarters and informed the committee about our adventure. It seems I managed to make a great impression..along with a rejection letter. *sigh* but, at least the adventure wasn't a total loss. I've got lots of data from the prehistoric era. Many samples and especially-

"Borf hungry!" The cave man's voice roared.

Wes sighed as he paused his recording. "Borf, we've discussed not interrupting my logs. I told you, I will get you food in a moment."

"Small man said last time. Last time past."

"Yes, but not finished. You will get your food soon."

"But Borf want food now! Borf should squash small man for holding food!"

"Seriously? If Borf squish small man, Borf no get food. Borf stay here hungry while Small man squished. Borf no want that, does borf?"

The caveman grumbled under its breath, slouching in its capsule. "...no."

"Small man thought so. Now.." He pressed a button as a panel moved in the capsule. A stack of hotdogs rested upon it, carried over to the cave man as his mouth watered.

"Hot dogs!" The cave man cheered, grabbing a handful of the small sausages as he wolfed them down. Wes smiling sheepishly at the display as bits of meat hit the glass screen.

He may have lost the spot at the committee, but he did get something extraordinary in return. Science, he thought, you never know what it may bring to you.

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