We’re back on Earth 2 to take a look at what is on the menu.
You all know, the girls living on Earth 2 are cloned copies of volunteers from Earth, cloned en mass to feed the hungry preds that decide to move, live and work on Earth 2.
Many of these girls live normal-ish lives on Earth 2; they have jobs, friends, interests, educations and interests. Many are also merely cloned for a single purpose but every single one of them has one thing in common – they are food!
Be it a girl walking the high street on her way to the local shoe store or one cloned at the local Vore Zoo, they all inevitably end up the same way; in the stomach of some hungry predator! They are then re-cloned, rinse and repeat!
We have previously looked at what happens to some of the ‘wild’ clones as they go about their normal daily lives on Earth 2, be that at work, waiting for a bus or going out for some fun in the evening. It was shown it all ends in the same way; they all end up predated upon in the end!
Let’s take a look today as some of the more ‘captive’ clones and how they meet their end shall we?
What’s on the menu first?
First up: Dee!
Cloned from her original Earth counterpart, brain mapped to have a very similar personality but for the more industrial clones, those used merely for food without external lives on Earth 2, its brain mapping does not include memories. After all, if all this clone is designed and created to do is slide down a throat a few hours after exiting the cloning pod, why waste time and money implanting memories?
So how does an ‘industrial clone’ meet their end?
Simple answer? Fast Food!
Well that is of course ONE answer. You see, sometimes a hungry Pred doesn’t want or have time to hunt its food in the wild. While it’s not exactly difficult with so much food just wandering around, waiting to get picked up off the street and gulped down a gullet. Sometimes even Preds on Earth 2 want something a little more convenient.
Tonight we rejoin our long time snakey friend as he settles in to watch a very important sporting event.
The Earth 2 teams of “The Green Claw Preds” and “The Silky Skins” meet on the pitch to compete in the cup’s quarter finals! A very important match and Snakey has settled in to watch the match. Trouble is, he is going to want some nibbles and refreshments at some point and wandering out into the street to snatch up some random vore girl is going to take him away from the TV screen! He might miss an important goal!
So he picks up a menu from his local fast food delivery service and orders himself a couple of Dees. The fast food clones arrive just before the match begins excited to catch the match and cheer on the “Skins”. Snakey’s order of two Dees is completed with a large soda and the three of them settle in to watch the match!
We have all been told to not play with our food but on Earth 2, that is actually encouraged! Just another little difference that makes Earth 2 such a fun place to visit. So as the match got going and the excitement rose, he was cheering on the “Preds” while the Dees cheered on the “Skins”. Watching the match and the two dark-skinned ‘cheerleaders’ got Snakey a little over excited and he couldn’t help but snatch up one of the sexy Dees and stuff her upon his huge double snake cocks!
The Dee didn’t put up a fight in any way, instead she got even more enthusiastic as Snakey started to shove in those huge snake cocks into her tight black pussy, filling her belly with two huge dicks. This only drove Dee to cheer louder, encouraged by the second Dee who danced and cheered louder.
While Snakey was using one Dee as his own personal living fleshlight; pulling her up and down on his huge double dicks, the mood in the apartment suddenly changed!
One of the “Preds” had committed a foul against one of the “Skins”. The Skin’s player hopped in front of the Pred to tackle the ball away but the Pred wasn’t too happy about that and as the human female player managed to tackle the ball away from the pumped up Pred, he reached out, grabbed the human by her waist, opened his jaws wide and stuffed the squirming girl down his gullet before quickly swallowing her down!
The referee blew the whistle and the Dee’s shouted “C’mon, that’s GOT to be called out, right?!” The whole stadium and the entire audience at home saw the obvious foul and as the Skins player’s boots slipped into the darkness of the Pred’s maw, the ref run up, digging around in his shirt pocket.
“Yellow Card?!” shouted the Dee’s as the ref pulled out the card and held it up high, “Are you blind ref?! That’s obviously a red!”
Snakey Chuckled as he casually closed his long fingers around the Dee stood in front of him, slowly lifting her off his feet while he continued to jerk the Dee on his dicks up and down.
“Looks like you are a player down!” he chuckled as he opened his maw and angled the Dee’s head towards his saliva soaked lips. “Yeh, well if you can’t beat us fair, you got to cheat I guess.” She smirked, her attention fully on the game. Even as Snakey pushed the Dee into his mouth and started to slowly swallow her down, she didn’t react to her own demise and continued to protest the obvious foul! The Dee on Snakey’s lap didn’t take her eyes off the screen as her counterpart was being gulped down by the hungry snake.
Even as Snakey reached the clone’s hips, she continued to protest the ref’s decision, albeit a little muffled and unintelligible. “Can’t really hear you honey!” laughed the fucked Dee as she still didn’t even cast a sideways glance as her twin’s legs were quickly sucked into the snake’s throat; “But those Preds really are dirty players!”
As snakey made the last few swallows and sent the Twin Dee’s edible heels and perfectly manicured toes vanishing into the darkness of his throat, he chuckled and responded to the girl’s comments. “Yeh but think now, that pred has the weight of that player in his belly, he’s not going to be as quick on his feet or as agile with her digesting in his belly.” He gulped one last time as the twin Dee settled in his own stomach. “While I love to see it, I wish he hadn’t done it. He’s our best player and now he’s been slowed right down.”
The snake then grunted heavily as he blew a load of snake cum into the last remaining Dee and she couldn’t help herself but roll her eyes up and gasp loudly as she felt a huge torrent of thick snake spooge fill her belly.
The match continued and it was a close game. However the “Preds” had real difficulty controlling themselves and a few more of the human players ended their match digested in a stomach and Snakey was right; every Pred player that gulped down one of the opposing players got slower and far less agile as they digested the athlete. Not only that, most of the eaten players got replaced with a fresh, new player from the sidelines. Needless to say, the match was very close.
However, with only 15 minutes before the final whistle was blown, the Dee in the snake’s belly had long since stopped her wriggling having expired in the snake’s strong stomach acids and had been digested enough to make room for the ‘second course’. Snakey wrapped his fingers around the remaining Fast Food clone and lifted her off her dancing feet, angling her head towards his slowly opening maw. Dee continued to cheer her team on, even as her head and face drew into the shadow of the snake’s open jaws. “C’mon girls, it looks like I wont see the final result but you got this game in the bag…..”
The final whistle blew and sure enough, Dee didn’t see the end result, She had added to the slowly digesting mush in the snake’s stomach and he lent back, resting his hand on his swollen belly. “Damn!” he commented as he left out a slight burp “4-3 to the Skins?! How did that happen?” he sighed as the post match commentary started and he half closed his eyes, smiling as he enjoyed his two digesting meals.
“This is what happens when you fill up on the field!” Laughed one of the commentators, camera cutting to a second Pred commentator with a pair of silky smooth lower legs and pretty red heels hanging from his lips, “Well I was going to ask Linda for her comments…”
What’s next on the Menu?
Ah the Joey clone!
Confident, seductive and classy; the perfect meal for the discerning dragon!
With those delicious curves and good taste in expensive jewellery, many of her clones find their way down the gullet of a dragon.
Earth 2 has many different predator programs. They are funded to curate an extensive collection of predators from all over and one of these programs is a dragon breeding program.
The dragon is like the mythical version of the crow or magpie; they love to collect and hoard shiny things; gold being their favourite material.
From stories in Earth’s folklore, the dragon loves to eat beautiful princesses or brave knights. However, on Earth 2 the latter is in short supply, besides, all that heavy plate armour doesn’t really have nutritional value and is the cause for many dragon’s demise. Seeing as plate steel is indigestible by a dragon’s stomach, it gets lodged in its digestive system, resulting in a dead dragon! Not something the Dragon Breeding program really wants.
So the program is left with feeding beautiful ‘princesses’ to the dragons. While tests were made to see if royal blood really was the thing that dragon’s favoured, it turned out it wasn’t. Dragons do not favour princesses because of their royal heritage but more for their fine jewellery. So as it turns out a classy clone adored in golden jewellery is all it takes to get a dragon’s digestive juices flowing.
With that in mind, for young growing dragons, they are primarily fed on a diet of golden clad Joey clones. As they grow older, their tastes become less picky and, in the end, a fully grow dragon will happily gulp down a girl regardless of breeding or jewellery. They can then be released into the wild or sent to Zoos and exhibitions, safe in the knowledge they will eat whatever is put in front of them.
This particular dragon still hasn’t had his desire to hoard or culinary instincts trained out of him and he is housed in a gold filled grow house, that is created to mimic his natural environment of a mountain cave. Twice a day, two Joey clones are dressed in fine jewellery and silks and fed to him before he is slowly weaned off and taught to be less discerning about his food.
After all, gold wearing princesses do not wander Earth 2 as readily as everyday wild clones.
The clones make their way towards the sleeping dragon and the first lays on the coin covered ground as he wakes up. He is beginning to learn that these shapely humans are indeed food but has yet to learn how to hunt them himself, so he needs a little help.
With his jaw on the ground he slowly opens his mouth, revealing a wide, tooth lined maw, a long, thick, muscular tongue all leading to a tight, dark gullet! Light does not get far down the throat and as the gullet falls away down the dragon’s neck, there is nothing but pitch darkness leading to the stomach.
The first clone doesn’t hesitate as the dragon opens his maw, to lay her long legs and heeled feet into his maw and scoot her belly onto the lower jaw. The dragon now knows its feeding time and awakes a little quicker. With the Joey clone already half in his mouth and half down his throat, he lifts his head and neck, causing her ass to slide a little further down his throat.
The young dragon then quickly raises his head, takes a couple of strong gulps in quick succession while closing his lower jaw slightly, using it to help direct his meal down his throat. He gulps the clone’s hips into his throat, always the tricky part at this size. Once Joey’s hips and ass slip into the dragon’s gullet, he raises his head a little more, a couple more strong pulls from his throat muscles, closing his jaw to push his food into the strong grip of his throat and the clone slides her way down into the pitch darkness of his throat.
The clone barely even reacts as she is quickly swallowed. The whole process took mere moments before the bulge in the dragon’s neck slid its way down towards its stomach and the clone’s outstretched hands vanish into the gloom.
The dragon eats its food very quickly; a few strong gulps and the clone is in the stomach before she can even blink. Dragons that will be released into the wild are left to eat as quickly as they desire. They will fly high in the skies, looking for potential prey. When they find a good target, they will swoop down and snatch the prey in either their talons or their jaws directly.
Either way, before the prey item is even aware of what has snatched her up or even what is happening, she is half way down on her way to digestion. It’s quick and efficient.
However, those dragons that are to be sent to Zoos or exhibitions are trained to eat their food a little slower. After all visitors and volunteers don’t want a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ experience; they want to savour the show of a beautiful clone or eager volunteer sliding down a dragon’s throat.
This particular dragon is ear marked for wild release and therefore is left to idly gulp down its meals with little contempt and as quickly as possible.
One moment, the food item will be walking the streets of Earth 2, the next, scooped up by a hungry dragon and before she can squeal with excitement; stuffed into a maw and quickly swallowed down by strong throat muscles and a very eager tongue.
With this in mind, the second Joey clone watches as her counterpart vanished into the void of the dragon’s throat and steps in front of him without a second thought or moment of hesitation. When the dragon reopens his mouth, revealing a completely empty mouth and gullet, the second clone knows there is now space for her to full fill her role.
This time the dragon is awake and his head already raised, so the clone, leans forward, ducking her head under the upper jaw and directly staring down the wet, dark, tight throat she is about to slide down. She wriggles her way towards the entrance of the throat and stretches her arms down into the darkness, her hands sliding on the slick wet muscular walls. It looks tight but she knows she’ll fit in there. It’ll be a tight squeeze but not for long. The dragon is still small so the trip to the stomach and meeting back up with her counterpart will be short and quick.
The Joey clone is perfectly positioned and doesn’t have to wait a second longer before the dragon quickly lifts it head and lets gravity, with a little help from his own throat muscles, do the work. A few quick gulps later and the clone slides down like she’s at a water park!
With the air and sophistication we come to expect from the Joey clone line, she keeps her legs together and points her toes slightly, allowing herself to slide into the mouth and down the throat with relative ease.
As quickly as sliding down a water flume, the bottoms of her expensive heels vanish into the darkness. A quick lick of his lips to show he enjoyed his meals, the dragon slowly closes his eyes and, lays his head down and goes back to sleep. For now, he has to slowly digest his meal before the next is due.
As we know, dragons love to hoard gold and other expensive, rare gems and metals. The reason for preying on princesses and other high born nobles is to add to their hoard.
So it was found that a dragon’s stomach acids are not as strong as previously suspected. We know they are incapable of digesting full plate steel and this often leads to digestional blockages but gold and other fineries are also not digested. In fact, they pass through a dragon’s digestive system perfectly unharmed.
This also means that other elements of a dragon’s meal are left relatively undigested. In this case, the golden jewellery of the Joey clone’s attire will, indeed, pass through after digestion unharmed. The clone’s themselves will be mostly digested. However, some larger bones such as skulls, rib-cages, spines and the thicker limb bones will be passed. Although not fully untouched, they will be partially digested while still perfectly identifiable. Some hair and nails will also pass right through. Teeth, while often dislodged from the jaw due to the gums being of digestible material and after a skull has been churned around in a dragon’s stomach and digestive tract, will pass fully intact; the enamel protecting the soft lower layers of the tooth from any damage.
While not encouraged, some dragon trainers, keep such items as a well preserved skull and even make jewellery from collected pristine teeth. These can fetch quite the price at an exhibition’s gift shop – “Genuine Dragon Meal Souvenirs”
A full, alive, willing and eager Joey clone goes into the dragon cave, only a handful of her bones, teeth and some slightly weathered platform heels come out as souvenirs for tourists!
The dragon picks through these undigested items and adds the jewels and rare metals to his collection. While a dragon keeper clears away the remainder.
This job itself is not a glamorous job, while it is essential; it comes with its own risks. If the trainer wakes an older Dragon while doing her work, a dragon that has had or is in the process of having his palette retrained, then she too may find her waste body parts adding to the ever growing collection!
Lucky food and trainers are easily and readily cloned.
Anyway, while the two Joey clones now wait to be digested in the dragon’s stomach and make their own way through his digestive system all we can say now is “Bon Voyage!”
Next Item on the menu?
Wendy! Yes everyone’s favourite edible bimbo!
This clone is very excitable and incredibly eager to find her way into a stomach. She is a common sight at mass eating events, exhibitions and showcases, purely for the fun factor she brings with those bouncing boobs and skip to her step as she hops up to the feeding zone with excitement and her trade mark bubblegum smile.
Today, she is involved in a quick infomercial on a local television station for a local ‘petting zoo’!
Some backwater place in the swamps where tourists can get up close and personal with some large gators and crocodiles.
The segment is aired during the local news broadcast in the ad break between sports and the lighter news at the end of the program. This is usually the period of the show that the more serious news stories have finished and the news program takes a more lighter, relaxed tone. The presenters get to speak candidly about the segments and some of the hungrier presenters will scoff down their human co-hosts for entertainment value.
Usually the camera cuts back after the break to the weather girl saying hello to the sport’s presenter before he gobbles her up live on air. It’s a way to put a line under the serious stories and show the news broadcast is taking a lighter tone. Needless to say, weather girls rarely last longer than a single broad cast! In fact, there is often a few of them waiting in the wings in case the presenters get a little peckish BEFORE the lighter news starts.
Anyway, we’re not here for that.
Today Wendy is advertising “Big Bob’s Croc Shop!” weird name for a petting Zoo but these back water folk are a little more relaxed and less serious than the city slickers, so “Big Bob’s” can be quite the popular little tourist trap.
Two Wendy clones open the infomercial by dancing naked on camera dressed in cowboy boots and hat as they introduce “Garner” the genetically modified swamp croc!
The bubbly bimbo broads deliver their lines, advertising “Big Bob’s” perfectly, with their trademark enthusiasm and air-headedness! “Come on down to Big Bob’s Croc Shop, off of I34…” and all of that.
Bob’s commercials and infomercials are quite famous in these parts, they always show off some pretty clone or two meeting their demise to giggles and wiggles and Wendy is a popular clone to employ for that exact reason.
One clone skips over to Garner and climbs up onto his back while giving a tap on the back of his head “C’mon Garner, open up, let’s show the peeps what they can expect at Big Bob’s Croc Shop!” she says with a squeal of excitement.
The well trained Garner slowly opens his mouth wide. A huge long maw, lined with thick, long white teeth and at the very back, a wide, black hole of a gullet! “Looks like he’s hungry today, Ok Wendy, its feeding time at Big Bob’s Croc Shop, show them how we do it at Big Bob’s Croc Shop!”
“Oh my turn is it Wendy?!” exclaims the second Wendy clone!
“Sure is Wendy!” replied the first “Get on down there!”
The second clone jumps up and down with pure excitement, her large rounded tits bouncing delightfully for the camera “Weeee!” and she tosses her hat out of frame before eagerly turning around and making her way to the front of the croc’s wide open maw.
She quickly lowers herself onto her hands and knees and onto Garner’s huge tongue, before crawling towards the waiting darkness.
“Do you want to see more of these huge beasts? Or see Garner in person as he eats? Volunteer yourself or place your clone request, it really is a fun day for all at Big Bob’s Croc Shop!”
The second Wendy clone has by now crawled her head and shoulders into the throat but she pulls back a little to peek her head out and smile brightly to the camera “That’s right, remember just off of I34!” before popping her head back into the darkness.
“Yeehaw!” squeals the first clone, now having pulled off her hat and is frantically waving it around as if she was riding a bull at a rodeo.
Once the second clone pushed her shoulder’s into Garner’s gullet, he quickly raised his head and started jerking his head up and down quickly while opening and closing his jaws around the crawling clone.
“Weeeeeee!”
“Yeeeeehawwww get ‘er down Gerald!”
And with a few strong gulps, the camera focused on the long, pale legs tipped with pretty pink and rhinestone boots, kicking playfully as the clone jerked her way down into the croc’s gullet one swallow at a time.
Just as Wendy’s calves met the entrance of the croc’s gullet, he snapped his jaws fully shut with a loud ‘snap’ and let out a loud gulp. The Wendy riding Gerald watched with open mouth and wide eyes as she rode the bucking neck like a bronco, waving her hat around furiously.
Garner then let out a slow soft kiss and his jaw slowly fell open again as he lowered his jaw to rest on the stage of the swamp set, showing off that where once the adorable, curvy Wendy clone had been crawling, was now empty.
“Yum yum, right Garner?!” Cheered Wendy as she hopped off the back of the giant croc.
“Garner is such a huge croc, one Wendy just wont do it, so now I am going to be his next little snack. If we don’t have any volunteers for our feedings at Big Bob’s Croc Shop, there are plenty of us clones to throw down the hungry gullets!”
She too tossed her hat out of frame and wriggled her way onto Garner’s presented open lower jaw. She gave the camera a huge grin as she backed herself up and pushed her hips and ass into Garner’s throat. Her ass cheeks perfectly framed by the entrance of the dark throat, saliva coated her pale cheeks as she wriggles with excitement. She placed her hands directly on either side of the lower jaw, between those huge, dangerous looking teeth and arched her back, presenting her rounded breasts for the camera. Her trademark bright smile and twinkling baby blues glinting for the camera.
“Remember folks, visit Big Bob’s Croc Shop, just off I34, open 7 days a week, all year except national holidays. 8am till 5pm.. yeee haw!” Wendy presented her lines perfectly, as always, advertising the local petting zoo, knowing she was going to very soon laid alongside her clone, digesting in the juices of the giant crocodile for a mere local infomercial.
She tapped the tongue of the croc a couple of times and exclaimed with loud, excited glee “C’mon Garner, finish me up!”
No sooner had she finished her command, Garner quickly snapped his head back and was gulping down the excitable bimbo. “Yeeehawww!” she squealed happily as the croc’s strong throat muscles yanked her down into the dark, wet gullet. A few half closes of the giant maw and the audience watched as the beaming, blonde bimbo slipped down and vanished into the darkness, having just a quick moment to stretch out one arm and wave.
The last the viewers saw of Wendy was a pink nail tipped hand, waving furiously goodbye before ‘SNAP… GUUUULP!”
Then the infomercial ended with Garner lazing in the swamp, now silent as his meals were laid beside one another slowly starting the digestion process.
“Big Bob’s Croc Shop!” spun onto the screen in obnoxious, cheaply produced lettering, shortly followed by directions, opening times and a map as a voice over quickly pumped out the directions once more before the advertisement faded to black.
The croc that the two Wendy clones now found themselves laying inside of was quite the beast. Although he had been cheaply created by budget bioengineering facilities, he was a surprisingly well created specimen. Unlike the larger attractions, the croc hadn’t been properly trained to savour its meals for show times. Sure some training had been given but the feeding process was always a little quicker than those larger attractions.
It also wasn’t as if any tourist was going to be able to take home any souvenirs from Garner’s meals. The two Wendy clones wriggling in his belly would very soon expire and lay still as Garner’s digestive system got to work breaking their bodies down. His stomach acids are incredibly strong and will make short work of turning the Wendys’ soft flesh and organs into a nutrient rich mush. He will also be able to break down even her strongest, thickest bones; dissolving the majority of the outer bones to work on the marrow within. Skulls, rid-cages, spines and thicker limb bones, would all be mostly dissolved. Teeth, hair, nails, clothing would all slowly add to the soup in his stomach and make their way through his intestines to absorb the nutrients that once made up the excitable pair of bubble bimbo clones.
In fact, the only things to make it out the other end would be smaller fragments of the stronger bones that had not been fully digested before making their way into the digestive tract and a few chunks of larger jewellery items. While discoloured and partially dissolved, they would probably go unnoticed out the other end.
Meanwhile, the broadcast had cut back to the studio and the weather girl had indeed met her own end in a broadcaster’s belly and the news had moved on to a funny story about a local delivery driver who found a clone stuck up a tree.
Don’t forget to visit “Big Bob’s Croc Shop!”
Speaking of those larger, more well funded attractions, we would be remised if we didn’t at least show case a couple of events from such attractions.
Unlike “Big Bob’s Croc Shop” these attractions don’t have to outsource their feeding clones to outside cloning facilities, or rely on cut price breeding and training programs. All of their facilities are catered for in house.
This leads to far better quality in attractions and production value and they don’t have to advertise on local back water news stations.
Not to mention, these larger attractions are capable of housing much larger predators.
But larger predators come with larger bellies to fill. A single T-rex can get through at least twice as many clones as the large Garner could from Big Bob’s Croc Shop and with three feedings needed a day for a fully matured Rex, that’s an awful lot of clone meat!
Wild Rexes, used to rip and tear their food, crushing it with their powerful jaws but that makes for a bloody mess of an exhibition. So the modified animals at exhibitions and vore zoos have their behaviour modified through genetics and bio-training.
We have the perfect example for one particular feeding. The Rex is introduced as so are the clones to be fed to him. They stand, displaying themselves on a raised platform as the announcer excites the crowd and the meals show off.
The Rex enters the arena and makes his way to the front of the stage. Towering high his jaw line reaches the raised platform where the food waits, exciting the crowd for the show to come.
The trainer is just off to the side, giving information about how the Rex and the clones that feed him are created before the show really starts.
One of each clone is lined up on the platform and a command is given to “Open” and the Rex opens its massive jaws. The crowd gasps as they see those six inch bone crushing teeth lining the jaws and the wide, deep, dark throat that lies beyond. The huge tongue leading into the darkness like a welcome carpet as it twitches and drips with saliva. The Rex lets out an ear shattering roar and the trainer laughs, exclaiming that he is hungry, so let’s not keep him waiting.
The three clones are all dressed in little pink bunny costumes, merely for entertainment value, the Rex cares little about the wrapping the food is covered in. The Rex then moves his wide open jaw level with the platform and a Joey and Dee clone step onto the lower jaw.
The Joey clone shuffles forward, bending her head downward towards the darkness of the huge gullet while to Dee clone waits behind her, knelt on the massive lower jaw. The crowd is instructed to count down and when they reach zero every shouts “EAT THEM!”
Lowering her head further, Joey slides forward as the Rex lifts his head and gravity acts upon the clone and she tucks up perfectly as she slides down the huge gullet to the roar of cheers from the crowd. Vanishing with such ease and grace down into the dark depths of the Rex’s throat as Dee positions herself behind, waving to the crowd. No sooner than Joey’s heels vanish into the darkness, does Dee follow suit, lowering her head and tucking herself up as she too slides down the tongue into the darkness beyond.
The Rex snaps his massive jaw shut with a loud ‘snap’ and the crowd cheers once more as the trainer calls for a big hand for both Joey and Dee. A bulge in the Rex’s short throat sliding down as both girls are swallowed alive.
The trainer issues a command for the Rex to reopen his jaw and reposition himself at the platform but now only one clone, a Wendy, remains. The trainer announces that three clones are not enough for this huge animal and goes on to introduce the first volunteer for this feeding.
These larger Zoos and exhibitions can host volunteers much easier. With in-house cloning facilities and brain mapping, they are more reliable than the smaller parks that have to outsource such services.
So when it comes to Vore tourism, these large exhibitions are always far more attractive.
The trainer introduces the first volunteer, Bree! A shapely Blonde from Earth visiting the vore zoo for the first time. She wanders up the steps of the platform and as she rises up, she slowly starts to see a waiting Wendy stood up on the platform ahead of her. Wendy bends over to offer Bree a hand to help her up onto the platform. A wide bright smile on Wendy’s face. Beyond Wendy is the massive head and the open jaws of the huge T-rex.
The rows of razor teeth bordering the huge dark gullet. Dripping with saliva. The throat falls away into the darkness and Bree feels a shiver of excitement and anticipation. The image of Wendy helping her up the stairs with a warm, friendly, beaming smile and the massive maw of the Rex looming beyond causes a massive shudder of delight to run its way down Bree’s spine.
“Just do what I do and follow me down ok?” whispered Wendy with an excited giggle to her voice and the fluttering of long lashes.
Bree nods as she smiles back, her heels finally steadying on the decking.
“It’s ok, he’s very gentle, gravity will do most of the work, just think of it like riding a slide in a playground.” Wendy giggles. “Now show of those sexy shapes for the crowd” she winks.
Bree turns and waves to the audience, Giving an eager smile “Bree ladies and gentlemen!” shouts the trainer and Wendy grabs Bree’s hand and lifts it in the air as the crowd cheers.
The trainer goes on to quickly explain that Bree is the first volunteer of this feeding and she will be following Wendy down the slide.
You may be wondering, the clones are always more than happy to slide down a throat because, well they are clones and once they expire, they just get spat out of a cloning machine and go again.. right? If that is the case, is Bree a new clone?
Well, No and.. no!
Cloning isn’t like an ‘extra life’ in a video game. When a clone dies they don’t just get to relive again. A clone is just a copy of an original. Her brain is mapped and memories stored at the moment of demise, for the most part and implanted into the next clone but it isn’t a second change at things.
When a clone meets her demise that is very much the end for her! She does NOT come back to ‘have another go.’ It’s kind of like a photocopy: When you photocopy a document the paper that comes out of the other end is just an exact copy of the one you pit in the front. Now you have two documents. However if you destroy the first it doesn’t then continue to exist in its copy. It’s Gone! Done! Finished!
The clone that replaces the previous will of course wake up with the memories and personality of the previous and for them, it seems like a continuation but they are very much aware of the fact they are just a mere copy, not the same person. So when a clone stares down the blackness of a throat, preparing to slide down into the stomach, she is fully aware this is her end.
As for the volunteer Bree, she is considered the original. She has lived her entire life as the one and only, her body was naturally created, her memories organically created and this, here right now, staring down the throat of this hungry T-rex that cares nothing for who she is other than mere food, is her end!
The announcer makes this perfectly clear, however, before Bree met with the Rex, she signed up to volunteer and she not only got her brief training on how to be successfully eaten and her sexy new bunny costume but she also got mapped and her DNA was swabbed.
A single Bree clone will be cloned within the attraction’s cloning facility. It will then have its brain mapped and memories implanted. A special implant behind the ear of the original will instantly map and transmit any additional memories after the original mapping up until her demise so her new clone will remember the experience the original Bree had.
This clone, with mapped mind and implanted memories will be released and will return home, after having experienced a wonderful vacation on Earth 2. Back home, no one will be any the wiser that the original Bree was eaten swallowed and digested alive by a massive T-rex and the person they would be interacting with is an imposter copy!
As far as anyone would be concerned, Bree left for a well deserved vacation to the sunny beaches of Inessti 5 and returned relaxed, no different to when she left. However, nothing could be further from the truth as they would be, in fact, speaking with a clone!
With that all said, It was time for the original to meet her volunteered fate and as the trainer issued the order for the Rex to “EAT THEM!” he rose his head back and Wendy leant forward on the massive tongue, outstretched her arms and legs and slide down with a giggle and a loud “weeeee!” into the darkness. Bree took a moment to watch as the bunny tailed ass of Wendy vanished into the blackness, followed quickly by her long pale legs and pink tipped heels and now it was her turn!
The throat was now empty; Wendy had slid her way down, leaving the gullet clear for Bree. The Rex held his position and there was nothing left to it, he was waiting for her to feed herself to him. Somehow, this felt quite personal to Bree, although to the Rex, is was far from it. Just another live slab of meat to gulp down! Bree turned and gave one last look to the crowd, waved and turned to the waiting void. She lowered herself onto her belly, out stretched her arms into the darkness. Her hands vanishing into the black. “It gets dark so quick” she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and pushed off with her feet against the large jaw of the Rex.
Bree’s shapely ass wriggled as she slid down the throat, her little bunny tail wiggling adoringly as she slid down, soon her booted legs followed and pink heels vanished, finishing off the show.
As she slid down and before she was swallowed into the stomach alongside the three other squirming bodies to be digested, she could hear the muffled cheers of the crowds as they enjoyed watching her volunteer to become a meal for the Rex, live on stage!
The four girls wriggled and jostled for position in the dark wet silence of the stomach. They could hear the dull muffled sounds of the Rex’s heart beating and the gurgling of his organs. His massive lungs breathing but other than that, no external sounds penetrated the pitch blackness. It was vastly different from what Bree had come from, like sliding into something from another world. There were a few moans and giggles from the clones as Bree found her space in the darkness, the liquid she seemed to be partially submerged in stinging her pale skin. The air was thin and heavy. Lack of oxygen would probably be their demise before the acid dissolved them. Mind you, that stinging on the skin was getting harder to ignore.
Just then, there was a loud, muffled low end sounds from the Rex as the girls felt him move and the acids slosh. A slippery wet sound heard from the darkness and yet another body entered the flesh cavern with a grunt and a splosh. Wriggling in the dark began again as the new body tried to find a comfortable position in the wet darkness, “oh sorry, sorry” it spoke as it accidently elbowed one girl in the chest. Although the jostling was only going to get worse as yet another body sloshed into the stomach. Bree felt that a body laying under her was now, no longer moving as the acids rose up under her chin. She reached down to feel around and her arms pushed directly into the dissolving chest cavity of a dead Joey clone.
Bree was a little shocked but this had been what she was so excited for, as she felt her own skin starting to dissolve from her body. She was suddenly jostled again as yet another body slipped into the tight cavity as she felt a very peculiar feeling; it was like soap sliding on her chest. She managed to reach to her chest and placed a dissolving hand on where her large, ample breasts once hung, they were gone! She then felt her knees sink into a mushy paste as another body slid into the cavern’s darkness. Bree knew exactly what the mush was, it was the dissolving soup from those clones who had been swallowed down before she had and she knew, it wouldn’t be much longer before her own body added to that soup.
It wasn’t.
Moments later, as she struggled to breathe and was feeling quite dizzy, she felt her chest collapse and with that her internal organs fell out into the mush now swallowing her meat. As she expired, she felt for the last time, one last body land on top of her, pushing her entirely into the thick gloopy soup below.
“How was your vacation?” Asked Bree’s work colleague.
She turned and smiled “Oh it was amazing, I feel so relaxed.” Came her reply.
“Oh I’m so jealous; I have heard the sunsets on Insetti 5 are just beautiful”
Bree smiled and nodded. She reached her work desk and opened up her emails. Although she paused for a moment and smiled to herself “So this is what it’s like to be a clone huh? Weird I don’t feel any different..”
Well, we don’t want to take up much more of your time but we do hope you enjoyed your whistle stop tour of the menu on Earth 2.
We have just a moment or two left to head on over to the Spinosaurus enclosure to witness its feeding.
The Spinosaurus is larger than the T-rex but not by much. But it does have a longer snout, meaning nearly three girls can fit inside and be swallowed quickly, one after the other.
Much like the Rex, the Spino has an incredibly robust digestive system and barely anything except for the toughest metals make it out the other side. So out of the three clones we see making their way down the tight gullet of the prehistoric monster, not a single thing will be recognisable once it has digested them all and used their nutrients to power is huge frame.
So bone, jewellery, clothing, shoes, hair, teeth, shoes, everything will dissolve into a nutritious soup in the stomach.
Look how they wave and smile as they each take turns to get gulped down, Once in full position the Spino will…. Oh there he goes! Throwing his head back and swallowing and we have to admit; it really is quite the spectacle to watch the three girls get swallowed alive down the Spinosaurus’s throat. Pop, Pop, Pop they vanish down the gullet.
His neck is much longer than the Rex’s and we can see three very distinct bulges quickly make their way down, all gone! Good boy! Ready for seconds?
The Spinosaurus will consume about as much as the T-rex as now we have a collection of three volunteers making their way up the steps to meet him.
Time to say good bye!
Hope you enjoyed this little revisit and the short stories for each item on the Menu. And thankyou to Bree for volunteering for a guest spot in this particular upload. We have been wanting to put our dear friend into more pictures so please, if you see her out and about, please say Hi and let her know how much you enjoyed seeing her get gulped!
Until next time!
KISSES!