When the lights came back on everyone started moving into action. Gunnar and Kane rooted through the cabin for anything that could function as a weapon for maximum blunt force trauma. It was pretty sexy watching them go, their spiked shells only adding to the masculine vibe of them arming up.
Jaime was on his feet too, but I didn't know what he had in mind. I think he lost hope in the overwhelm the monster with sheer numbers plan. I didn't blame him, I saw first hand that thing shrugged off the point blank shot from a flare gun so it was one touch customer, and now we were one Koopa short of a troop. Wes was definitely a lost cause even if he had gotten the power turned back on, so now it was down to the two of us to run defense while the big guys would have to do all the heavy hitting.
I sat where I was, clutching bong in hand, fighting the urge to take one more hit for the road. The last thing I wanted to be right now was sober, but I needed a clear head if I wanted a hope of getting out of this. And it might be worth chucking it at the thing to distract it long enough for someone else to make a difference.
On the other hand it'd be a lot easier to hold onto false hope with a fog of smoke in my dome to cover up those images of Stephen getting eaten right in front of me.
I jumped at the feeling of a hand on my shoulder, looking up to see Jaime leaning next to me. "You okay?" He asked. I took a deep breath and shrugged.
"Umm... No." I answered honestly, a small dejected laugh punctuating the reply. "I'm not just going to roll over onto my shell and take it though, don't worry about me."
He offered a sympathetic smile and pat the yellow surface of my shell encouragingly. In his other hand he was clutching a baseball. I guess he was going with the "chuck shit at the Yoshi and hope for the best" plan too.
"Alright everyone geared up?" Gunnar asked, the two of them standing together, on the other end of the room from me and Jaime. A big coffee table between us, on it a pile of other possible arms like frying pans and a wrench were laid out. They must have been collecting everything they could find in the cabin and laying it all out, I hadn't noticed.
"Wes isn't back yet..." Jaime pointed out, but even as he said it his expression shifted when he hit the word Yet.
"Wes aint coming back! Don't you get it?" Kane said harshly, a baseball bat in hand.
"Yeah he sacrificed himself for the greater good!" Gunnar added, holding a metal pipe. Can't imagine where he found that. "Now come on, you got a plan of attack?"
Jaime winced at accepting the ugly truth that it was down to the four of us now. He didn't miss a beat though, I could see the gears turning in his head. Funny how even with them rearing to go they were still deferring to Jaime for a strategy. I was feeling like a squeaky fourth wheel, just along for the ride hoping not to mess anything up.
"Our best bet is probably an ambush... Lure her in somewhere where you two can get at her from either side. We'll be able to harass her from the front while you guys hopefully mob her down." He brandished the baseball for emphasis in our roll in the battle plan. "And we should leave an exit open to get away from her just in case. It might take more than one try to get her down."
It sounded like a good plan assuming nothing went wrong. But it did seem to ignore the very likely possibility that one of us would probably get eaten in the process. Or maybe he was just hoping she'd have trouble swallowing while getting pummeled from every direction. Kane and Gunnar didn't seem to have any complaints.
“Alright so where do we square up?” Gunnar asked, looking to Kane and they shared a nod. As if they could single handedly take down the massive dinosaur that had just eaten four of our friends alive. I wanted to believe they could. Being high would sure make it easier to believe.

Before Jaime could answer a crash of shattering glass erupted into the room. A green koopa shell landed on the coffee table, spinning and clattering upon the surface attracting all eyes. Then we snapped to looking over to the broken window it had been tossed through. And there she was, smiling with her mouth open and tongue ominously hanging from her lips, bright red eyes looking us all over and her hands braced onto the window frame.

	In a blind panic Jaime slung the baseball at her, and I saw it bounce harmlessly off her snout before I shot up and made a run for it. Kane and Gunnar were doing the same, I saw them turning around and making for the back door together. Jaime was by my side while we ran for the front, bursting out of the cabin and fleeing blind across the camp grounds. The plan was in ashes in an instant, and none of us were thinking straight. Raw thoughtless instinct to run from the big scary predator sent us scattering in opposite directions.

	I kept my eyes on the blue of Jaime’s shell in the darkness of the night while we ran as fast as our legs could carry us. I started wheezing after what had to be less than a minute. Jaime noticed and slowed his stride to let me keep up with him, he even reached a hand back to sling my arm into his to help me keep pace.

	I heard heavy thudding footsteps behind us. Looks like we were the lucky ones she decided to go after now that we split up.

	“Just go.” I panted, coming to a stop and leaning against a tree for support while I caught my breath. Gunnar’s words were ringing in my head as Jaime looked back at me.

	“Come on you said you wouldn’t give up, we can make it!” He pleaded, eyes wide. Make it where, exactly? He just didn’t want to be alone in this dark forest. I didn’t blame him. But I was done.

	“I’m just dragging you down. I’ll hold her up and buy you some time.” I replied, and before he could argue against it I snapped to cut him off. “Let me do something useful for once and give you a chance to get away! Just go!”

	Jaime flinched and his shoulders slumped. He didn’t want to let it go there, but the sound of her footsteps behind us was getting louder. With a look of remorse he started running again, and I watched the blue shimmer of his shell back disappear into the darkness.

	Letting out a sigh I slumped down the tree trunk until I my ass hit the dirt. Reaching a hand into the neck ring of my shell I rooted around and pulled out a lighter. I tiredly brought the bong to my lips and lit a fire to the bowl, and started inhaling. I didn’t stop even when I saw the looming figure of the Yoshi lumbering in front of me, looking down patiently at her next meal.

	I spent a good long while taking that last hit, overfilling my lung capacity until I was coughing against the rim like a first time toker. I just let the bong fall away and off to the side without bothering with proper maintenance. It splashed out onto the ground while I let out the final puff of smoke, blowing it up to puff around the Yoshi’s face, but she only let out a laugh and licked her lips.

	“So… you come here often?” I slurred, holding my hand to my mouth through some coughing hiccups and tried to stand up. I was at a loss for how to try and waste as much time as possible with her, and she didn’t seem very receptive. Without even letting me get to my feet her tongue shot out and stuck against my chest, my eyes widening as I winced back. This was it.

	I yelped as she yanked me up into her mouth, her hands grabbing around my waist and holding me halfway in. My arms pushed against her cheeks and my face was lathered by her tongue once it released from clinging to my shellfront. She started suckling on me like a popsicle, the sloppy stimulation sending a shiver down my spine. Then I felt the tip of her tongue swirl around my neck and burrow itself into the neck of my shell, making me gasp out as it slithered down underneath it. I felt her licking right against my flesh through and then under my underwear, making me squirm from the lewd feeling!

	My legs kicked helplessly from outside of her lips, until the tongue popped out the other end through the rim my tail protruded from! Her mouth tightened while she sucked hard, and I felt myself being plucked right out of my shell by the pressure. My body slickened from her oral manipulation, I squelched right out and found myself flowing down her throat in nothing but my under shirt and boxers. Given she was see through, I could only imagine what it looked like from the outside, my shell staying lodged halfway behind her lips while my body was yanked out of it and was swallowed away. It was super dark in the forest away from the cabin though, so that probably wouldn’t have been possible to see anyway.

	I spilled into her stomach all at once, and wiggled around blindly until I felt an orientation that felt reasonable enough to curl up into. I couldn’t tell which way I was facing since it was so dark. I heard a belch from above, and I could imagine it releasing through my shell still held between her lips. I could also imagine she was puffing out some smoke through the shell in the same way, which was a much more appealing fantasy to picture in my head considering the circumstances.

	I shifted around trying to get comfortable in the confines of her gut, but pressing against the inner walls just brought the organic surroundings to squeeze me down into a tight bundle.  I decided to just go with the flow, sighing while sinking back against the curve of the belly walls with my kneels curled to press against my chest. It felt like I was receded into my shell, tucked away and safe, only it was hot and wet and terrifying. But I could close my eyes and try to enjoy the trip now that it was kicking in.

	The belly muscles squeezed in from all sides, pushing me down and rolling me across rippling embraces of digestive flesh. The sensation of it kneading into my nerves sparked off fireworks in my head, making my head spin. Memories of what John and Stephen had looked like in her belly when this happened to them went through my head. John had seemed pretty upset about it, Stephen not so much. Maybe being high made all the difference, because this wasn’t feeling all too bad now that I was going through it. Not sure how I felt about the whole never getting to see the light of day again thing quite yet. Thankfully I would be long digested by the time I came down, so that was future Savini’s problem! At present, I didn’t feel any shame about enjoying the full body massage.

	I felt the wetness of the tummy insides get slicker, making my boxers feel soggy. It occurred to me just then I hadn’t stuck around to see the whole process! I saw her swallow John. I saw her belly was empty by the time she snatched Stephen. I didn’t see what happened in between. I wouldn’t get to see it happening to me right now either since it was so dark. Brighter maybe than it would have been if her stomach wasn’t see through, but there still wasn’t any light coming in to let me in on the digestive process. I’d be riding through this on vibes alone!

	However this was supposed to feel without a compromised mind state, I’d never know. All I did know was I felt a soaking warmth like dipping into a hot rub rising up my body, immersing me up to my hips in belly broth. I was becoming turtle soup! A muffled giggle slipped out and I gave a slight squirm, feeling the fluids slosh around me, until the surrounding walls squeezed down to inhibit my movement and compress the space into a tighter ball of flesh. The closed in space made that growing pool of slush rise up even higher, reaching my chest and causing my shirt to cling to my body.

	I felt her hands pressing in from the outside, rubbing against my face. With spirals in my eyes I couldn’t help but nuzzle into the imprint of Yoshi palm, and felt the stomach gurgle loudly around me from the activity. It hadn’t occurred to me until then, the stomach had been pretty quiet so far! The splishsplash of stomach stuff was one thing, and I heard and felt her breathing around me. But the active churny sounds of a full belly were absent. I wasn’t exactly clear headed, but that seemed like a pretty big thing to miss. Curious, I gave the belly another rub with my face from one cheek to the other, and again the stomach gurgled around me. Squirming or struggling made it squeeze down, reciprocative rubbing roused a digestive purr! Just like at college I did my best research when I was blazed.

	Pretty soon the stomach soup was up to my nose, and one way or the other my time was up. Closing my eyes I sunk down into it, and without thinking I stupidly took a deep breath. And was surprised to find air filling my lungs! Learning all kinds of stuff in the last few moments I had left as a Koopa. A final dopey giggle escaped my lips, making bubbles in the belly filling that reached the surface and popped just as the fluids reached the top of the organ. And like a dunk tank dropping me down, I felt myself fall out of the bottom of the belly along with every ounce of turtle soup I’d been marinating in.

	The feeling in my body seemed to evaporate, I might not have noticed if I hadn’t been so extra sensitive from the tenderizing squeezing walls and soaking stomach fluids. But it felt close enough to when the dope hit the blood stream, that magical moment four minutes after taking a hit when the reefer madness takes hold! I was already high before so the sensation sent me for a total loop of corny metaphors. Maybe I was only comparing it because it was the only frame of reference I had, but if the phrase out of body experience didn’t apply to literally not having a body anymore then I don’t know when it does.

	I felt every inch of her belly, maybe even more so. The feeling of rippling, every movement she made sending shivers of sensation across my awareness. The tingle of her hand pressing into her newly padded paunch. It was unlikely that the actual specific inch or two of extra fat I consisted of now was actually felt under her hand through the layer of surrounding plush and under layer of flesh, but every touch against the surface of her body exploded through my existing thought process as if she’d groped or spanked directly into me.

	Feeling experimental I tried to move, for the given value of how much that would even be possible. I had to try pretty hard to tread water through the storm of sensations that came with being tummy padding, but it felt possible. Like when you’re curled up and cozy under so many fluffy blankets in the wee hours of the morning, trying to move at all and disturb that comfortable euphoria was a herculean effort. But I actually managed, and through the amorphous vibes I managed to feel something like my hand again! Moving it at all was like trying to punch through sheet metal with every inch, but the tangible touch of my very hand pressing out was unmistakable. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it looked like from the outside, maybe it didn’t look like anything at all and I was just deluding myself. But then I felt her hand pressing down onto mine, like she was giving me a high five! That was too tactical to just be in my head. Satisfied, I sunk back down into the swirling mass of being shapeless formless stomach padding.

I could feel others along with me, drifting waves of consciousness bumping up against mine. I felt Alfred, and could tell he was still a sobbing mess from getting eaten out of nowhere. I felt Wes and John, who seemed to have come around to things pretty quickly and weren’t shy about being all lovey dovey through it all. And I felt Stephen! And was satisfied that he concurred with me. Being Yoshi pudge was a lot like being on a decent trip. He was hoping it’d still feel that way after the actual high we had before being eaten wore off. I wondered if it ever would wear off, considering we didn’t exactly have a mind to adjust to the dopamine levels anymore. That was something to worry about once the sun came up I guess!

For now I let my consciousness drift up against Stephens and got nice and cozy with him. I didn’t know if we could do anything together that would still qualify as sex like this, but I could tell there were others in here that were having a good time together in a way that must have been pretty close! And if a regular stonebone felt nice, post-digestion belly fat fucking had to be just as good!