***This story contains death, vore, scat, and adult themes.***



You are a zookeeper working at a prehistoric park housing formerly extinct creatures resurrected through genetic cloning. The animals inside of this zoo exist solely for the entertainment of the public and the intense research of scientists. 

You have always had interest in prehistoric life, especially dinosaurs. The long dead giants were always so fascinating to you. And now here you are. You are tasked with feeding, grooming, caring for, and cleaning up after the massive creatures.

The job was incredibly exciting at first. You were experiencing and interacting with the very ancient creatures that your younger self could only dream of seeing! But after a while that excitement faded. 

The animals were clearly unhappy. The modern atmosphere, the confining enclosures, and the constant prying attention of the daily crowds negatively affected the creatures. They were never too thrilled to see you. All you could do was keep them healthy enough, clean enough, and scoop the tremendous piles of poop they left behind.

It was hard work and unrewarding. You just wished that the animals could be free of the stress and constriction. But you could do nothing but ensure they were fit for the public’s observation.

The list of animals held within the zoo ranged from brontosaurs, to raptors, to wooly mammoths, and even to the ferocious tyrannosaurs. Like many, T. Rexes had always been your favorite dinosaur. After all, they are practically synonymous with the words “dinosaur” and “prehistoric”!

One day you were cleaning the Tyrannosaurus enclosure. The animal had been tranquillized so that you could tend to it safely after zoo hours. You glanced at the 10 ton bipedal carnivore snoring heavily. It was a beautiful brownish-maroon female named Red. Your mouth formed a weak smirk. Despite the rather miserable conditions, these dinosaurs were still an incredible sight. Especially this close.

As you turned away to resume your daily duties your smirk quickly faded. You grabbed the snow shovel from the smelly cart and began scooping up the massive pile of Rex dung. You groaned as the foul brown matter weighed heavy on your shovel. You quickly raised the shovel and deposited it in the cart with a wet plop. The sound of flies buzzed irritatingly in your ears. Was being so close to these fantastic creatures really worth it?

You continued working in the cage for the next hour. Depositing food, checking temperatures, and of course, scooping poop. You were frustrated. This job has turned out to be rather depressing. The animals weren’t happy and neither were you. Sweat was dripping down your face. You’d only been here for three months but you were already over it.

The headphones on your ears masked the sounds of your surroundings. You always wore them. It made the job more tolerable. Today however, it proved to be a grave mistake. 

As you finished scooping yet another mountain of dinosaur waste, it’s owner began approaching you from behind. You had no idea. The beast watched you with the intense, hyper-fixated, yellow eyes of a predator. It was sick of the pre packaged meat it was always fed. It wanted to hunt its own meal.

It approached quietly. Licking it’s hungry lips as it eyed you up. A perfect bite-sized snack. Helpless. It could swallow you whole. It’s mouth formed a twisted sort of grin.

It finished its methodical approach and posted right behind you. You tossed the shovel in the cart and dusted off your gloves. You turned to prepare for extraction when you froze. The Rex was awake. And she was standing over you glaring into you.

She was 3 times your height, and over 50 times your weight. This animal standing over you was capable of devouring you in seconds and there’d be nothing you could do about it. 

The dinosaurs mouth slowly opened, revealing dozens of banana sized teeth. Drool dripped off of her lip and splatted on the ground next to you.

You took a step back and raised a shaky hand. 

“E-easy there Red!”

The dinosaur growled lowly, still staring at you. Hungrily. You took a slow step back. Your tranq gun was in the cart. You just had to grab it and…

“No!”

You didn’t get a chance. Before you could even try Red opened her mouth wide and swiftly brought it down around you. Teeth, gum, tongue, and throat were all you could see. You fit perfectly inside the dinosaur’s maw. She closed her jaws around your calves with relative ease. It didn’t hurt too bad, but you were certainly stuck.

Fear was taking over. You were in the mouth of a 10 ton super predator! One bite could fatally crush you! Your legs were already pinned! A bit more pressure and they’d snap with ease! 

Her hot stinking breath filled your nostrils. Your clothing was soaking in saliva. You could hear gurgling up ahead. Her stomach.

Your torso was pinned on the back of her tongue. You were left staring down her dark throat. You began thrashing. Punching at her internal cheeks and tongue.

“STOP! HELP! SOMEBODY-“

You were cutoff. The T. rex snapped its head backwards, releasing your legs from in between its teeth. You fell into its throat. It easily accepted you, and began sucking you down in muscular contractions. 

Saliva coated you. The air became increasing hotter, acidic, and more putrid and painful to inhale. The light seeping in from the open maw disappeared as her jaws shut. You were being swallowed hole by the dinosaur you were tasked with caring for.

Just as the light had been taken away from you, you had vanished from the outside world. At this point you were just a morsel of food that happened to still be breathing. You were slowly squeezed down the claustrophobic and horrid tube that was the dinosaur’s esophagus. Your entire body was being painfully compressed from all sides by the muscles, working at you to deliver you to the dinosaur’s hungry belly. After a horribly long 30 seconds, you were plopped into a fleshy sack.

“ARGH!”

You groaned as you face planted into squishy soggy tissue. Your heart was racing with adrenaline stinging through you like electricity. You tried to take a breath but you cried out as it burned hot inside of your lungs, mouth, and throat. Tears began forming in your eyes. You couldn’t breathe in here! The air was foul and toxic!

On the outside the tyrannosaurus sighed. It felt an uncomfortable bubble in its belly. The bubble grew and rose up its throat. The animal winced and belched, a loud and nasty noise shaking the forest around it. She then began to wander off deeper into the enclosure’s forest, satisfied with the meal plumping up her tummy.

Things were incredibly grim for you on the inside. You squirmed, tumbled, and tried to claw your way out, but there was no escape. The stomach elastically stretched before your frantic movement, but proved to be entirely resistant. Despite your desperate attempts, the stomach was not going to let you escape.

You had very little room to work with. You were trapped in a fetal position with your back and knees being compressed by the stomach walls. It was a claustrophobic sack determined to melt you.

Your entrance into the stomach alerted the animal’s digestive system. Incredibly skin-irritating acid began to ooze from the stomach walls around you. The stomach rumbled and slowly began to churn and work at you in slow but powerful muscular waves. You were pushed back and forth, side to side, over and over. All the while stomach acid began to pool and drip around you.

You weren’t alone inside the belly either. You could feel the remnants of the beast’s lunch under you. Moist solids, mostly bone and sludged up flesh. You wanted to throw up, add to the pool you were sinking in.

It wasn’t long before you could no longer breathe or see. Consciousness was fading. You were being digested alive. An awful fate. Red, this dinosaur that you were eaten by, didn’t even care about you. She just viewed you as another meal. Nothing more. 

You could do nothing but accept this fate. There weren’t any other zoo keepers tending to the Rex enclosure that day. No one would notice your absence. At least not until tomorrow. You lived a good enough life, but ultimately your purpose ended up being keeping a hungry dinosaur fed.

You lost consciousness and drifted off into a wakeless slumber in the belly of the beast. Marinating in the stew of acid and lunch time remnants. Your passing out was for the best. Your body was slowly being broken down. The acid was melting away at you as the stomach churned and worked at you, pushing your unconscious body around. All the while, your headphones sat at the bottom of the stomach. Still playing the tunes of your favorite playlist while drowning in stomach acid.

On the outside the dinosaur yawned. Finally that stomach pain was gone. Swallowing you whole may have been a bit more than she could chew. Now she was finding that digesting you was proving to be tiring. She yawned. The big creature began circling a soft patch of grass. This will do. She laid down slowly and rolled to her side. She could feel her full stomach gurgling.

BUUURRRP!

She opened her mouth and unleashed another tremendous and stomach-scented belch. She laid her head back down and closed her eyes. Slowly falling asleep with a full stomach.

At this point you had passed away. You lasted fifteen minutes in the tyrannosaur’s stomach. Much longer than you should have been. At least now it was over. But your body still had much more to go through before it could be at rest.

As the tyrannosaurus peacefully napped, your body was being melted and broken down inside of her stomach. It only took about 4 hours for you to become little more than charred bones and a reddish-brown sludge.

At this point you were ready to move into the next stage of the digestive process. The small intestine. Your remnants sank to the bottom of the stew and were drifted towards the rear wall. There, a small sphincter opened and you and the rest of the stew flowed through it.

PEEEMPFT

The sleeping dinosaur groaned in her sleep. Her tail bumped upwards as a warm fart slipped out of her with a squeak, tainting the forest behind her with the repulsive odor. This bodily process meant nothing to the animal. It was as natural to her as breathing. To you, your now lifeless body anyway, it meant that you were a little bit closer to escape.

Back inside of the dinosaur, you were now being pumped through her bowels. Your nutrients, the sustenance within you, were being leached away by the incredibly lengthy organ. Your body was being slowly pushed through strings of mucous, puddles of slime, and the remnants of previous meals, taking you further from the hungry mouth that had swallowed you and completely deforming you.

Your time in the small intestine was quite lengthy. It took roughly ten hours for your remains to travel through the long organ. Now your body was entirely unrecognizable. Nothing but messy bones and dark brown matter. 

Your body’s nutrients had been entirely leached and absorbed into the tyrannosaur’s intestines being processed into energy, fat, and muscle. At this point you are entirely useless to the animal. A burden in her body. Waste. From here you are deposited into the large intestine.

It has been 14 hours since the dinosaur ate you. She was awake. Roaming her enclosure. Drinking from the pond. Her stomach grumbled. She wasn’t even finished with you yet and the gluttonous beast was already hungry again. Still, she could feel a presence in her rear indicating that she would soon have waste to eliminate. You.

BORMP

A low boom escaped Red’s posterior as she carelessly roamed about her boring enclosure. Again, she thought nothing of it. The gas that your body was producing in her colon was passed almost involuntarily by the animal.

Your “body”, the source of the tyrannosaur’s bloated gut and flatulence, was slowly being pushed through the large intestine. A horribly fowl smelling organ full of dung and methane. Your remains were being shoved slowly down it’s disgusting length within the dinosaur’s rear end.

The slow journey through the colon took an hour, but you were finally ready to exit. The gut had shaped you into an easily passable cylindrical shape of matter. Nothing about you resembled a human at all, except for the occasional bone protruding from the messy mass.

Now all that was left was the rectum. The final destination between you and the outside world. 

Red stopped trudging through the forest. Nature was calling. The T. Rex stopped what she was doing and began sniffing around. Searching for a place to rid her body of the excrement. Finally, as the pressure in her backside built, she found the perfect spot to drop her scat.

The tyrannosaurus took a wide stance, bent her knees, lowered her rump until it was 6 feet above the ground, and raised her tail. She felt a solid pushing down her rectal cavity. She was ready to poop you out.

Your remains, and all the gas included, was being pumped in strong waves down the narrowing, cone-shaped, muscular organ. The sludgy squishing and squeezing of clay like matter inside of the animals anus could be heard from the outside. The rectum shaped you like play dough, forming your final appearance for the outside world to see.

As you neared the slimy hole, it trembled, twitched, and yawned as flatus exited the organ before you. Some of the smelly gas passed quietly, while larger poots trumpeted, signifying your arrival. You were drawing closer and closer to freedom.

The outside of the animal’s butt was quite a different scene. Dinosaur’s had different genitalia and excretory systems than humans and other mammals. They had cloacae. A sewer like vertical slit that served the role of urination, defecation, and reproduction all in one. 

Red’s cloaca was right beneath her thick tail. It’s rim was a darker brown and softer, more tender than the rest of her scaly underbelly. And it was currently stinking up the forest with digestive gases. The hole slowly stretched open revealing its dark pink interior as an object began squeezing out of it. You.

The cloaca stretched to a diameter of 10 inches as the long brown solid that was once you began squeezing out. The solid didn’t keep its shape for long as it soon deteriorated into a messy pile. The dinosaur passed about 6 liters of brown clay-like waste, forming a mound beneath her cloaca. 

This pile of crap under the giant T. Rex’s ass was all that remained of you. Your gross remnants tainted a nearly hundred foot radius with the stench of dung, urine, and gas. Flies were already moving in and buzzing around you, basking in the warm steam hazing off of you.

The rex began to rise, ready to leave you behind, but then realized she wasn’t done yet. She squatted back down, paused, and her cloaca slowly opened once more.

The brown rim slowly began spitting out one last solid. Your skull. It squelched face first out of the puckered hole. Your head easily fit inside the tight rim. It held your cranium their for a moment, as if the rim was kissing you good bye. Then it lazily popped out and plopped on top of the steaming pile of dung. 

The rex sighed. One last thing. 

BRORMP-POMP

One last fart blew over the dung heap but it’s flow got briefly clogged. A second later, your headphones launched out of the brown hole and splatted down next to your skull on top of the dung pile.

With that, the Rex trotted off into the forest in hopes of finding something a bit more entertaining to do. She was gone, and she had already forgotten you ever existed.

All you were to her was sustenance, and once you provided that, you were useless to her. You entered her body as a man and exited as dung. She will not remember you. She forgot what you looked like seconds after swallowing you. She passed your remains without any consideration or thought into the fact that the smelly mass falling out of her tail hole was once a living being. The only thing you had left to offer her was the tiny bits of yourself still sticking to her dirty rim attracting the annoying flies to her rump. 

She left you. Alone with the flies. An unpleasant sight and smell. Reduced to the very thing that you hated scooping everyday. Now someone else will have to come and scoop you up.

It’s 7 A.M. now. The park will be opening soon. It won’t be long before another keeper stumbles upon your sorry “grave” with only has your skull and head phones to identify you by. But at least you did a good job and kept the Tyrannosaurus fed.