The bonds of friendship were strong between a familiar pack of dinosaurs that had shared many adventures together. This was illustrated particularly well given the reaction to the sudden disappearance of two among their number. Petrie and Ducky vanished one day within the Great Valley, and it seemed like their closest friends – Ruby, Spike, Cera, Littlefoot, and Chomper – had no idea where they went! A call to action was taken the instant that they noticed that their friends were missing, and a search party was formed with the four of them heading out in search of their lost friends. For weeks they’d toiled and searched, though one was hiding a crucial fact from the rest.

Chomper, the Sharptooth that the rest had long-since befriended, had eaten Petrie and Ducky!

The T-Rex had no shame in devouring his friends, and the memories of that meal still made him drool on occasion, but Chomper had yet to inform his other friends of the deed. As they all searched for the digested dinos, Chomper played pretend. The others scarcely noticed the effect that starting to eat proper Sharptooth food had on Chomper, with him growing in size and strength. Nearly a month after the search began, the maturing Chomper was bigger than Ruby, who formerly was the largest of the bunch. While searching, the group would often split up, and instead of putting his newfound endurance towards what he knew a vain search, Chomper instead found more Sharptooth food. While it sated his growing appetite, Chomper still could never quite top the double meal his friends had provided so many weeks before.

Tempers were high after another unsuccessful day of searching. Chomper knew it was a lost cause so the lack of success didn’t bother him. His upset attitude was instead bred from a lack of proper food, his belly quietly grumbling, craving more Sharptooth-appropriate sustenance. The others’ feelings were marred with the continued failures in finding their friends. Cera was set to give up.

“Oh it’s pointless!” she exclaimed. “We’ve been searching for weeks and haven’t found a thing!”

“They’re still out there!” Littlefoot countered, anger once more brought out by Cera, something she was good at. “Don’t tell me you’re giving up on them.” Ruby opened her mouth to speak but Spike gave her a nudge and slowly shook his head. He knew there was no interrupting a row between Cera and Littlefoot.

“How much longer do we gotta be away from home? They’re not out here, Littlefoot. They’re gone! Must’ve just left!”

Littlefoot growled “No way Petrie or Ducky would just leave like that.”

“Believe whatever you want,” Cera scoffed, turning and marching away. “I’m going home.”

Chomper, usually not one to intervene in these fights, was the first to step forward. “Cera, wait! W-we have the lucky shiny rock, it’ll help us find them!” Cera paused only to look back and up at Chomper, rolled her eyes, and continued.

“No Cera, don’t go” Ruby joined Chomper’s side. Spike looked worried but said nothing. Littlefoot put on a facade of anger and turned away.

“Fine, just go then,” he mumbled. Ruby, Spike, and Chomper looked to one-another, and before they knew it, Cera was gone.

Chomper did feel pangs of guilt here, knowing exactly where the two smallest of their number ended up. And his actions had caused a rift between friends. His face set in determination, he turned to the others and said, “I’ll bring her back.”

“You sure?” Ruby asked. “It’s dark and I don’t think we need to split up even more.”

“I have the shiny rock, remember?” Chomper said, holding it up. “It’ll take me straight to Cera and in case some meanies are out there I can help save her.”

“No, Chomper…” Littlefoot sighed. “I should be the one to go.”

“But Littlefoot, I’m big now. If a big bad meanie is out there I can stop them. Between me and the lucky rock.”

“Alright… alright,” Littlefoot agreed, though he was disappointed. “Bring her back and then we can start searching tomorrow.”

His friends all nodded in agreement and wished Chomper good luck. At that point Chomper turned tail and trampled into the darkness, with the light of the stone to guide him forward. His developed sense of smell picked up Cera’s scent easily, and he leaned forward to fall into a steady gait. The scent of Cera made him start to drool, and his belly growl, but Chomper ignored his urges for now. “Gotta find her first,” Chomper coached himself, stomping through foliage and plant life that no longer hindered his grown body. The scent grew stronger, with the little Sharptooth’s stride far out-pacing that of Cera, and it only took a few minutes for him to catch sight of her.

The terrain had grown more rocky by the time Chomper caught up with Cera. The determined Triceratops was poking into a thin little canyon, decorated not with trees and shrubs, but plain, dusty boulders and rocks instead. She wedged herself further, knowing this was the quickest way to get back home. Chomper caught up, and approached from behind, lucky stone casting his looming shadow across her footsteps and making her stop and freeze. A frightful face slowly turned to witness not a full-grown Sharptooth, but just her friend, the shadow’s lies exaggerating his girth. Cera growled at having been scared, and inched away from Chomper. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

“Leave me alone! I’m going home!” And without another word, Cera galloped forward. Chomper growled, in frustration and hunger alike, before giving chase. The narrow canyon slowed him some so he couldn’t catch up instantly, but this feeling of chasing after a leaf-eater felt somehow right to Chomper despite the setback. Like this is what he should have been doing all this time, instead of pretending to search for friends long-devoured.

Chasing living, not-yet-eaten leaf-eaters, was much more natural than searching for already-devoured ones.

Cera didn’t get far, though: The rocky terrain proved tricky, and she eventually stumbled. She tumbled right into a narrow part of the small rocky canyon with her sides squeezing in on her. Her back barely touched the ground after settling, with her whole underside facing upward. Chomper urged forward until he stood before his lopsided friend, Cera flicking her tail in irritation as she couldn’t get free. She spotted him and barked an order. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get me out!” Chomper stood frozen, drool dribbling from his jaws, eyes unfocused. He looked down, under the pudgy belly of Cera, between fidgeting hinds and a dangling tail. Cera’s naked pussy was on full display, and the instinctive Sharptooth licked his lips with his own member fast-growing turgid between his own legs. Cera’s tail, wriggling fitfully in irritation, proved further-enticing to Chomper, stiffened cock giving a twitch in the cold air. Without thinking, he clambered over the stuck Triceratops, mounting Cera and licking his lips in the process. Cera urked from the weight and had no idea what Chomper had in mind, the meat-eater suddenly weighing down on her. “What are you doing? Just push already!” Mistaking her complaining for consent, Chomper gleefully gave in to his maturing body’s urges, and lowered his hips down against Cera’s.

Cera gasped, blushing furiously, when she felt the twitching Tyrannosaurus Rex cock press into her plump folds. Her hind legs and tail fell limp when Chomper hilted into her with reckless abandon. She glared up angrily at Chomper, whose eyes rolled in bliss as he rutted the stuck dino. His body was supported by her chubby form, tail erratically flicking, and Cera tried to formulate some sort of complaint to get him to stop. But a sudden shock roared up from her nethers, inner walls clenching around the pounding cock invading her over and over again. Cera tried pressing her forelegs up against the larger dino that was mostly laying across her, but the stimulation below drove all strength from her. Chomper felt Cera go all but limp under him, and he glanced down to see Cera’s mouth hung agape, cheeks flushed bright red. She was panting as much as him, their scales meeting again and again with every thrust of his hips. Chomper had no idea what came over him, but he felt that fucking Cera was the appropriate course of action to take, and his mind was seared with pleasure and fulfillment at the act. It felt completely natural to fulfill this need prior to sating his hunger, and every glance down at the plump panting Triceratops below him made his stomach growl despite his body being in the throes of sex.

Chomper grunted with every thrust and clenched his eyes as he felt his climax near. The loud squelches of his dick sliding in and out of the bare folds of Cera filled the narrow canyon they occupied, though Cera herself heard none of it. Her nethers tingled with more ferocity every passing moment, until the dam burst and her mind lit up in sudden ecstasy. Chomper heard Cera squeal a raspy cry of delight, as he felt her inner walls clench around his invading cock. Cera came, spurting out a gush of femcum around the throbbing T-Rex shaft, viscous translucent fluid running down her rump and piling at the base of her tail. That clench drove Chomper over the edge a moment after, and he buried himself deep into Cera, letting out a roar of his own. The ensuring splotches of cum filled Cera out instantly, with excess squeezing around Chomper’s cock and further decorating Cera’s backside. Chomper went limp a moment when he finished, Cera’s fat form providing some respite as he moved to catch his breath. Cera, meanwhile, had to deal with all that weight on her, cock still buried in her cum-filled snatch, and struggled to catch her own breath.

Chomper recovered first, wiggling his rear up and backwards to exit Cera, letting his softening shaft dribble down the base of her tail as he stood up off her. Cera was coming down as well, and her first feelings were that of frustration, at still being stuck between the large rocks. Chomper’s hunger, no longer obstructed by the drive to fornicate, took center stage in his mind at that moment, and Cera saw a very dangerous look cross his eyes at that moment. “Chomper… could you let me out now? Why are you looking at me like that?” In response, the carnivore leaned down and licked across her presented belly, squishing into the chubbiness and salivating harder at the taste. “C-Chomper!”

“Mmm… Tasty!” Chomper licked over his teeth in delight. He knew at this point there was no turning back. Even if he wasn’t starving, there’s no way what he’d just done could ever make it back to the rest of his friends. Chomper lowered his legs and suddenly sprang forward. Cera flinched as Chomper soared over her, landing near her head. When she peeked, Chomper’s tail briefly hovered over her face before he turned, their gazes locking. Growing dizzy from the rutting and being stuck upside down for so long, Cera let out a feeble whimper in protest: Chomper had become a Sharptooth to be feared, and was eating more than just Crawlies. All this was confirmed when Chomper added: “Even tastier than Petrie and Ducky! Much more filling-looking too…”

“Y-you ate them?!” Chomper licked his lips and smiled, drool dripping down onto Cera’s horrified face.

“And as delicious as they were, I think you’ll manage to top them.” Cera let out a frightened shriek when T-Rex jaws came down on her again, bathing her in more hot, sticky slobber as Chomper slathered his tongue down her face and across her chest. She shivered while Chomper murred contently, his tail upright and slowly swaying. “The lucky rock worked again! I haven’t eaten in forever and now here you are…”

“NO!” Cera yelled, all four legs weakly kicking through the air and tail thrashing. “Chomper, y-you can’t! You can’t eat more leaf-eaters!”

“Oh yes I can,” Chomper grinned, gliding his tongue once more across Cera, ignoring her weakly-protesting limbs. Cera caught various glances into to the wide jaws of the growing Sharptooth. Before, Cera was about his size, and there was no way Chomper could pull off what he was about to. Now, though, that pulsating gullet, black and wet, looked plenty wide enough for even Cera to squeeze down. The sharp, threatening teeth looked terrifying to the girl, knowing that all Chomper had to do was swallow her down, and she’d be nothing more than a bulging hefty meal for their Sharptooth friend!

“P-please, Chomper, don’t!” The hungry dino, however, leaned down with his snout pressed against the crown of Cera’s head. She heard him take powerful sniffs, and the visibly-quaking belly that sagged near her face grumbled audibly. Fresh drool glided down Chomper’s chin and ladled over her, making her whimper. Cera gawked when Chomper’s jaws slowly widened, upside-down, just behind her head. The tongue draped out over his lips, thick lines of saliva sagging down to earth. She heard him “ahhhhh”, and his upraised flicking tail vanished from view as he took a step forward, Cera’s world becoming nothing but pink, wet, and squishy. The light from the lucky stone still clenched in his claw threw the entire maw into sharp, bright detail. “DON’T EAT MEEEEE–” SQUNCH! “–MMMFFFF!!!” Cera was instantly devoured up to her shoulders, and in a twisted way, she was finally about to achieve her goal in being led exactly to where her little friends ended up. She squealed into the black, pulsating throat while feeling Chomper greedily gum around her neck and upper chest, searing drool rolling down her plump form. Chomper swayed his tail contently, with his urges to devour his chubby mated friend whole and alive finally coming to fruition.

Chomper widened his jaws, slobbery lines of drool lining Cera’s last view of the outside world. “Littlefoot Spike Ruby someone help!” she cried just before the jaws clamped shut and Chomper swallowed hard. GLURMP! Cera was silenced with her head now bulging down Chomper’s enlarged form, with her midsection squelching into the jaws next. Her stuck form squeezed from one entombing place to the next, Chomper stepping forward and eating her up like a serpent would, inching forward into the tight, narrow space to reach her tastier, meatier parts. Cera’s forelegs became stuck to her body as they, along with her chest, were greedily devoured. Several smaller wet gulps followed up, leaving the doomed Triceratops to feebly squirm in Sharptooth jaws, her worst fears coming to fruition. “Mmff, mfff!!!” Chomper could just barely hear among the bulges sagging his chest, and then, with a particularly strong GLRK, his growling, hungry belly.

Cera gasped in horror when she splashed into the active tummy of her friend, too tightly-packed to move and leaving her in a messy squishy mass of stomach fluids and the sounds of her own squealing. Chomper squeezed forward and, using his powerful jaws, ripped Cera free from the confining rocks. Cera felt her back half angled upward as Chomper lunged forward with another mighty snap of his jaws. Another swallow drew more of Cera’s bulges down his body and bloating his scaly stomach out more, and Cera could do naught but wiggle her hinds and twitch her dangling tail. Her cum-coated folds dribbled, exposed to the open air for all to see, chubby stomach jostling with the slurps and quivering lips constantly rebounding against it. Chomper purred, its rumbling echos haunting Cera’s mind in the pitch-black depths of the Sharptooth. Cera’s belly was tasted and enjoyed for several long moments before she felt those jaws clench again, forcing the flabby tummy inward to spread about the entirety of his jaws. Chomper murred and his eyes rolled as he guided his tongue up around the base of Cera’s tail, to lap and savor the cream-colored underside of Cera. He reveled in her flavor, easily topping his first friend-dinner, and moved to swallow again. He stepped forward, wedging into the rocks Cera was once imprisoned, and with a thick series of GULP, ULP, GULRPs worked the rest of Cera’s belly down his gullet. Only her thick, twitching legs and now-limp tail protruded from between the Sharptooth’s jaws.

Cera was curling up on herself, wash in burbling stomach fluids and dangling from the ceiling of the squishy stomach. Her upper belly flowed in and made things more compact, while Chomper mindlessly ate her alive. Chomper, head still angled up, began to lightly toss the rest of Cera in. What little was visible of Cera’s rear end vanished behind gnashing, glistening teeth, half a tail and hinds from the knees down all that were visible. Several more head-tosses and small gulps pulled more of Cera inward. The clawed hind-paws of his friend didn’t worry him in the slightest as Chomper slurped them inward, leaving a couple inches of a chubby orange tail sticking out. He heard Cera’s muffled whine from his belly, as the tail flicked feebly one last time. A quick slp took care of that, and Chomper spent the last moments of his meal gathering his tongue about every untasted inch of Cera the Triceratops. Cera’s breaths quickened and her eyes were wide, knowing that the Sharptooth’s meal was nearly complete.

With a drool-decorated, toothy smile, Chomper tipped his head back and swallowed the rest of Cera whole. GLUP. GLUORK! The curvy bulges of Cera’s backside swiftly squelched down the pulsating throat, forcing the entirety of the devoured dinosaur to slosh messily into the gurgling stomach. Chomper’s belly swelled to new sizes, being squished and squeezed from either side to fit in the narrow canyon, which forced a belch out from the satisfied Sharptooth.

“O-oh wow… So good…” he murmured, tail swaying in delight. “Lucky rock, you’ve been the best thing to happen to me since… Urgh… Since…” Chomper blinked and tried to get out from the rocks, but his swollen, gurgling stomach held its grip firmly. “Shoot!” he cursed, trying once or twice more to propel himself free, but it was no use: Chomper was stuck, much like Cera was (and was now again). He sighed and shrugged, instead licking his chops and reminiscing about what a time he’d just had, chasing Cera down, rutting her senseless, and eating her up. Cera, meanwhile, had a much-less rosy view of events.

“Chomper! Please! Please, d-don’t keep me as Sharptooth food!” she exclaimed, eyes darting about in the darkness, unable to see a thing but still trying in vain. Goopy stomach fluids poured over her, with the carnivorous dinosaur’s digestive system eager to accept its latest meal. Cera’s face was mashed against her own chest and belly, with her tail rounded up and over and pressed to the back of her head. She couldn’t move a single part of her body, and felt tightly-squeezed on all sides thanks to Chomper’s current predicament. That didn’t stop her from squirming with all her power, much to the delight of the Sharptooth that devoured her. Chomper’s arms were free, and he used the lucky stone and claw both to rub and massage at the protruding mass of his tummy. The gurgling groans of digestion were much louder than the muffled cries within, though Chomper felt those anyway, and was delighted. 

Cera struggled against the throes of digestion and the tight, compact belly for hours. Chomper fell into somewhat of a sleepy trance, the fitful squirms from his dinner bringing great pleasure to the Sharptooth. Cera had long-since stopped crying out for mercy, instead focusing on trying to force her way out herself instead. Futile as it was, however, as the gurgling stomach was more than capable of keeping her in place, mashing against her constantly and rubbing sticky, stinging fluids against her form. At last, as daylight once more touched the Great Valley, Cera passed out, exhausted and defeated, now nothing more than a meal for the sated Sharptooth. It took Chomper longer to digest Cera, her much-larger form giving his body a lot more work to do than the two tiny friends he ate long ago now. His swollen stomach jiggled and churned dutifully throughout the next day, leaving Chomper with little to do other than rub at it, or play with his shiny lucky stone, which he now treasured above all other things.

Later that evening, nearly 24 hours after having devouring Cera, Chomper’s belly was much softer and chubbier. Though despite his newfound energy, he was still stuck. It took his remaining friends finding him and helping him free from the canyon to be liberated, and Spike, Littlefoot, and Ruby stared in awe at their friend: He was taller still, with a wider stance and a thick tail to keep it all in balance. 

“Chomper!” Ruby exclaimed, eying him over. “You’ve gotten bigger!” The Sharptooth bashfully nodded.

“Did you find Cera?” Littlefoot interjected. 

Chomper, suppressing a burp, hastily shook his head. “O-oh no no, I couldn’t find her. No idea where she ended up. But don’t worry!” he added hastily, as disappointment swept across his remaining friends’ faces, “remember we have the lucky rock? It’ll help us find not just Cera but the others as well!” The reassurance felt weak to Chomper, but the others seemed to perk up. The rock, after all, was both lucky and shiny.

The dinos all set off once more, Chomper having another secret to keep, and more treasured memories to recall, as he idly glanced about his remaining companions. With his belly giving a little gurgle of satisfaction, he wondered if it really was a bad thing to devour friends after all.