Elsa The Pterodactyl

Bringing these dinos back isn't proving to be that interesting of a story... Least Elsa is making up for it

One night at the museum, a few gulps, gulps, and more gulps could be heard. It was Elsa the Pterodactyl who had just swallowed her friend Rex whole.

Elsa’s beak parted in a slow, contented sigh. Faint outlines pressed outward here and there broad, blunt shapes that could only belong to powerful shoulders, a thick tail, the unmistakable bulk of a tyrannosaur head evidence of the once-mighty Rex now reduced to a tightly-packed occupant within her. He just squirming and making muffled groans.

Her massive gut gurgled softly, a low, wet rumble that vibrated through her whole body, the sound carrying the muffled, rhythmic churn of powerful stomach walls already hard at work.

She tilted her head slightly, regarding her own swollen midsection with a fond, almost affectionate gaze. One clawed finger traced a slow, teasing circle over the apex of the bulge where Rex’s head must have been curled, pressing just enough to make the surface dimple inward for a moment before springing back with resilient tautness.

Not the apex predator as we thought…

She murmured to herself, voice low and sultry, carrying that signature elegant drawl.

I like you, Rex... But my appetite got the better of me. I'm sure you'll understand.~

Her beak curved into a sly, knowing smile as another deep, satisfied groan rose from the depths of her belly, the churning growing steadily louder, more insistent. Whatever protests or struggles had happened earlier were long past; now there was only the slow, inevitable process of digestion claiming the former biggest of predators one heavy, rolling squeeze at a time.

Elsa settled more comfortably against the crates, letting her enormous stomach rest fully on the floor between her legs like a living beanbag, and closed her eyes in pure bliss, content to let nature and her own ruthless appetite finish the tale.

Hours passed, and Elsa was starting to gain weight, getting thicker. Her thighs and hips began to fatten up, and her rear was also becoming rounder.

Elsa brace one wing-arm cradled the underside of her greatly diminished, but still enormous gut. Inside, the once-proud form of Rex had been reduced to nothing more than a dense, jumbled collection of bones. All buried under Elsa’s fat.

Elsa’s expression is pure, unfiltered mischief. Her eyes are half-lidded once more, lashes heavy with smug satisfaction, while her beak curves into a slow, teasing grin. A soft, bubbly gurgle rolls through her belly, loud enough to echo off the walls, followed by a wet, crunching pop as something inside gives way a bone snapping under the relentless squeeze of her stomach muscles. She gave the sagging gut a gentle, almost playful squeeze, watching the way the loose skin folded and the fossils shapes shifted beneath it.

She tilts her head, and gazed down at the prominent skull-bulge with mock surprise, then lets out a low, throaty chuckle. While one clawed hand slid slowly up the underside of her belly, fingers splaying wide to heft the heavy, sloshing weight.

Oh wow... A new discovery has been found! Wonder how that got there~

One clawed finger traces the orbital socket of the skull outline, pressing down until the shape dimples inward with a sluggish, liquid squelch. The belly responds with another deep, churning groan, the contents shifting heavily as more of Rex’s once-imposing form collapses inward, softening further into nutrient-rich slurry. Her free wing-hand pats the side of the sagging gut affectionately, sending a slow ripple across the lumpy surface.

She let out a low, throaty chuckle that vibrated through her whole body, making the pendulous belly sway gently from side to side. The motion caused several prominent bones to slide and clunk into new positions, the skull’s empty eye sockets briefly bulging outward against the hide before settling again.

Don't worry Rex... What's left of your fossils inside me will be put to good use~

The next day at the museum, you decide to pay a visit to see a new large, hastily painted banner hung crookedly, the bold letters still dripping fresh blue paint that ran in slow, glistening trails down the fabric: NEW EXHIBIT. This new exhibit is nothing more than the skeleton of a T-Rex dinosaur. Elsa stood there beneath the T-Rex fossils, her one wing-arm raised high in a dramatic flourish, her claw hand rubbing the bones that were strangely soggy.

Everyone's loving the brand new exhibit!... Although no one (Including you) seem to care about the soggy skeleton behind Elsa but her Pterodactyl Phat. Elsa seemed to notice you looking at her figure, which had become more voluptuous with thick thighs, hips, a big butt... and her bloated gut. She gave a slight giggle and a warm smile to you with her eyes half-lidded.

Are you stunned by the display of this new Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton, or by my figure?~ Because that look of admiration you're giving makes me want to lay an egg~

She used her claw-finger to signal for you to come closer to her.