Off the Clock

This is an 18+ pornographic story where you will be taking on the role of prey and getting digested no matter what ending you get. Don't click forward unless you're ok with that! While your fate as nutrients broken down to feed a large beefy dragon is sealed, you can still try to resist, if you want. Doing so isn't going to save you, of course. All it will do is take the story in a darker direction. The only way to not get digested is to close the story without finishing it, which you can do at any time, not that you needed my permission. So, if you're not doing that, enjoy! [[Wake up.]]

As you blink to clear the blurry fog from your vision, your eyes and your brain act in a competition to see which can catch up to reality slower. You can feel yourself lying on something soft that definitely isn't a bed, a bit cramped and with multiple cushions - your brain rather languidly supplies the word "couch" with all the urgency of an underpaid store clerk telling you where the bathroom is. This piece of information helpfully defines other objects in the room through association. The large black rectangle must be a "TV", and in front of it, a "coffee table." The arrangement is familiar, but the details are not. You're quite sure your coffee table doesn't have a half dozen empty soda cans on it, for one, and also it isn't the right color. Eventually, some of your short-term recall kicks online to provide some context. You half-remember going out for some drinks with a few coworkers after a particularly late Friday shift. You didn't know them that well, but you were in a foul mood, and it overpowered your inhibitions...well, that would explain the faint headache and general fog. That left the unfamiliar surroundings...did someone take you home? You flush a bit with embarassment at the thought, especially as you hear the clinking of dishes in an adjoining room and see the shadow of someone stepping in. [["Oh, you're awake."]]

You don't recall his voice sounding quite so deep and gravelly before. Maybe the early hour was affecting it, or maybe you'd just never really listened. You don't linger on the thought long as, following his voice, your coworker Melio steps into the room. With only a bit of early morning light illuminating him, it takes you a moment to realize he's only wearing boxers. "Thought you'd be out longer...you were pretty out of it last night," he grumbles as though in halfhearted explanation for his dress. Even in the dim light, his massive and powerful body is clearly displayed. While his greyish belly scales seem to absorb the light, the green of the rest of his body glints brightly when it catches the rays. His tired-looking yellow eyes glow faintly in the gloom, and his steaming cup of coffee looks comically small clutched in his claw. You hear the sound of something sliding across carpet and you realize it's his tail waving languidly behind him. [[Try to stay professional]] [[Try to sneak a peek]]

You dutifully avert your eyes with all the prudence and moral fiber of an 18th-century nobleman dodging a glimpse of a woman's bare ankle. He's your CO-WORKER, dammit! Not to mention, you're still pretty new at this job. The last thing you need is to get into a mess with HR. "Well, uh, thanks for letting me crash but I should probably get going..." you mumble out while taking a keen interest in a leg of the coffee table. You're still wearing your clothes but when you reach for your phone it isn't in your pocket. Which...makes sense, you suppose, since it would've been uncomfortable to sleep with, but it occurs to you that you really don't know where it is. You glance around a little bit and jump in surprise as you see Melio looming over you, his belly at eye-level and nearly brushing against your head. [["You probably shouldn't thank me."]]

As he takes a sip of his coffee, you take advantage of the moment to cast your gaze a bit lower. It's hard not to, with the pronounced sag in the middle of his clearly overburdened undergarments. It reacts whenever Melio shifts his weight, dangling and swaying, leaving little to your imagination. Not to be accused of slacking, your imagination makes use of that free time to fantasize a bit, and you quickly feel your face warming up with a blush. Consciously, you lift your gaze, trying not to ogle too long - only to find those yellow eyes staring right back at you. Bright white fangs glint in the dark as Melio cracks a grin. "Oh, very cute. You're a bit of a freak once you get a few drinks in you, huh?" Your stammered-out protests fail to stop the dragon's lumbering steps as he approaches and settles in beside you, prompting a groan from the couch. His bulk takes up most of the space, his thighs and scaly torso pressing you against the armrest. "Well, what are you waiting for then? Don't worry, the boss won't hear nothin' about this." With one hand, he keeps working on his coffee, but with the other, he peels back the waistband of his underwear... [[Succumb to the allure of dragon cock.]]

You didn't think he was capable of approaching so quietly, but now he's shockingly, inappropirately close, and his words carry a faintly ominous ring. He carelessly sets aside his mug of coffee and slips a claw beneath your chin in a move that you are momentarily too dumbfounded to pull away from. "Y'see..." he rumbles, teeth glinting in the dim light as he speaks, "I didn't exactly bring you here out of the goodness of my heart. After a night like that, I knew I'd wake up mighty hungry. And, well...new guys quit all the time." Your heart pumps wildly in your chest as his hand slides down from your neck to your chest, fingers playing over your body as though appraising the quality of your meat. You try to interpret his words in any other possible way and fail. The thought is terrifying...you briefly consider the idea of trying to run. Of course, he's twice your size and nearly on top of you already, but besides that, there's something else that makes you pause. Something...strangely compelling about the idea of feeding the huge, strong body of the predator in front of you... [[Accept your fate.]] [[Reason with him.]]

He holds you in a light grip, but you know that could change in an instant. He's so close, the heat of his powerful body radiating off in waves, his belly starting to press into your chest. Trembling, you glance up, and are caught transfixed by his jaws. They hang just slightly open, until he runs his tongue along his impressive set of fangs, leaving them parted after he does. Strands of drool hang in his maw, the back of his throat not visible in the dim light, and you feel the puff of his breath against your face. "W-will it hurt?" you ask, momentarily stunned that this is the only question you can think of. "I'll be gentle," he purrs, delicately scratching under your chin without causing any discomfort. "Let me ease ya into it..." He leans down, and you tense up reflexively, only to find his snout pressing against your mouth. By the time you realize he's making out with you, his tongue is already halfway in. The kiss is effortlessly deep, his tongue mastering your mouth, reaching to the back of your throat. His hands glide across your body, totally in control, finally coming to rest on your hips and gripping you tightly. Your tension slowly melts away as you give yourself over, succumbing to this dominant, powerful predator, readying yourself to become his meal. By the time he pulls back, tongue snaking free from your mouth with a lewd pop, you're breathless, panting for air. Blinking hazily, you meet his gaze and give a nod that can only mean one thing - //eat me.// [[Down the hatch.]]

You feel like you're dreaming as you behold Melio's endowment - half-hard and already thicker than your arm. His hand grips the back of your head, guiding you to the place where shaft meets the set of hefty balls resting beneath. The heat and musk suffuses you like a steam bath as his cock drapes over your head, throbbing powerfully every few seconds. The dragon sighs in contentment, lightly scratching the back of your head as though in reward. "There ya go, get comfortable. No need to be shy." Taking his words to heart, you stir, rising to meet his cock at the fleshy pink tip. It's enormous, and you know there's no way in hell you're getting your mouth around it, but you still have options. You grip it from either side, lightly tugging, watching the thick ring of foreskin gently peel back from the head. Melio rumbles his appreciation, and his length pulses in your hands, squeezing out a shiny bead of pre. Leaning forward, you lap it up with your tongue, letting the salty taste linger on your mouth as you give the opening it came from an affectionate kiss - sending a thrill through your body as this elicits an involuntary groan from the dragon. [[Make out with his cock.]]

He opens his jaws wide, so much wider than you thought possible, his breath washing over you. A few strings of his drool land on your face but you are too transfixed to wipe them away. You can see the opening of his throat now, pulsing with every breath, ready to claim you. With ease, he lifts you up, bringing you closer and closer to that hungry threshold. The closer you get, the more the light dims. His tongue caresses your head within his maw, its silky softness contrasting with the strength evident in the muscle. Even moving with restraint, it rolls your head around, coating you in saliva as it helps to guide you deeper. As darkness falls over you, you feel the slick, wet flesh of his throat against your face rather than seeing it. The opening you saw earlier greets you - you sense it expand and quiver with every swallow. So small and tight, you can't imagine fitting inside, but with a hungry gulp it pulls you in. Melio's throat clings close around your head as the opening rests at your neck, drowning out all sound as it presses against your ears. All you can hear is the sound of flesh rolling past each time the predator takes in more of you, and the strong, pounding drumbeat of his heart echoing in your skull. He laps at your shoulders for a while as you remain trapped in his throat, each swallow coming closer and closer to working past the obstruction. You bob a little deeper, only to be pulled back to where you started with each unsuccessful attempt. Until finally, his jaws sink lower, and you slide deeper, bulging his throat as he overcomes the greatest obstacle to devouring you. You shudder as his drool drips down your back and chest, his teeth delicately alighting upon skin but not puncturing it. Your feet leave the floor as he lifts you up, tilting his head back as he works you down. His swallows are much easier now, but he still brings you only a few inches deeper with each one. You can barely breathe, your body squeezed tight and arms pinned to your sides as you descend, but Melio seems to be in little hurry. After all, you belong to him now. The pressure on your head and upper body finally lessens as you reach the stomach. It's still a tight space, but it stretches much more readily to accomodate you. There's no doubt it your mind that it will hold you entirely as Melio puts your body to a better use... [[Melio: settle in.]]

With one more swallow, you disappear fully down the predator's gullet. Melio traces the last of your form bulging his throat as you disappear, your entire body slipping down into his personal furnace. He rumbles with satisfaction as you fill out his belly, his gut hanging out considerably, shape distorted with the irregular bulges of the person inside it. "There ya go..." he breathes, stroking a hand over the squirming form trapped inside him. "Settle down, now." His insides rumble hungrily as he drapes himself on the couch. He's clearly too big for it as he hangs off both ends, his stomach nearly spilling onto the floor as he gets comfortable. "Just let my body work you down, and melt you away...mrrrrmph..." His words don't seem to reach the squirming body with n, but his gut gives off a loud, powerful rumble. It tightens ever so slightly, restricting its occupant, forcing their body to slow and succumb to the process of digestion. "Mm...good boy..." In the dim morning light, Melio's eyes grow heavy. His jaw opens wide in a massive yawn as he rolls over on his back, shifting to use the couch's armrest as a pillow. He leaves one arm draped on his stomach while he dozes off into a slumber. Soon, his apartment is quiet save for two sounds - Melio's occasional snoring, and the ever-present chorus of his body. Like a slow-cooked stew, it bubbles and steams, the metabolic process slowed by sleep but refusing to stop entirely. It lasts for hours, always active but never overpowering its prey, digesting you with an utter lack of urgency. The process leaves no clear distinction of where you stop being you and start being food, but really, the distinction doesn't matter. After all, you were food the moment Melio laid eyes on you. [[GAME OVER]]

Emboldened, you stroke him eagerly, working his foreskin along the sensitive ridge of his cockhead. As you work, your tongue stays busy, slavering over his glans. You're rewarded with more and more sweet nectar from the opening before you, and the taste is almost intoxicating. Sometimes you even slip your tongue inside to taste it sooner. Given the size difference, it proves surprisingly easy - the urethera seems to almost stretch to accomodate you. Before you can wonder why, Melio's hand grips the back of your head again, this time tighter. "Rrrf...you really riled me up. Sorry, but I can't resist..." You wonder what that could mean. Sure, he's leaking a lot, but is he really already about to cum? He answers your question without you needing to ask it by shoving your face into his cock. The tip widens generously, and now its more than just your tongue that it's starting to engulf... [[Struggle.]] [[Submit.]]

You can't tell if it's shock, fear, or need that paralyzes you. The slick wet lips of his member glide over your face, encompassing your head fully, plunging you into darkness. The lips of his cock kiss your shoulders, working against your neck, hungry to consume more but momentarily stymied by the obstruction. Pre flows through the tunnel, bathing your face and leaking out to aid in swallowing you as the head of his member squelches lewdly with every attempted gorging. Your hands continue to work, pleasuring the member as it devours you, until finally, with great effort, it accomodates your shoulders. Now unobstructed, the shaft pulls you in eagerly, as though the dragon can't wait to add you to his personal hoard. After each throb, the slippery tube drags you in another half a foot, perhaps more. Yet even with such a rapid pace, the descent feels like a lifetime. The smell at the end is intoxicating, musk concentrated until it becomes ambrosia, getting closer with each pull but always too far away. Each intoxicating slide deeper is accompanied by the already-cramped tunnel constricting you further for a moment, as though teasing you by delaying your arrival. Nonetheless, inch by inch, you are consumed. Your hips disappear into the suffocating wet warmth, then your legs, up to your ankles. When just your feet stick out, the dragon places a finger on them, giving you a delicate push. Pressing them down, down, until the lips of his cock close over them and you disappear for good. For a while, you are fully sealed away, fully constricted, fully engulfed by the dragon's manhood. Finally, though, the pressure on your head lightens as it massages you towards your journey's end. You're deposited into Melio's balls, and they stretch wide to accomodate you. The chamber within is unbearably hot and half-filled with fluid, and you don't mind one bit as its scent assails you. The already processed cum seems to cling to you, eager to melt you down, dissolve you, make you into more spunk for the dragon's load - a goal you can't help but find yourself drawn to. [[Melio: churn him.]]

As the dragon sinks languidly into the couch, his hands glide eagerly over his cock, fueled by the ecstacy of the full tank beneath it - full, but shrinking in rapid, euphoric bursts of activity. "Sorry, bud..." he growls, "I don't think you're gonna last long at this rate..." Grunting, he leans forward, extending his tongue and dragging it under the hood of his own foreskin. His balls burble, churn, and crunch inward, the bulges of the body within it becoming inchoate and undefined. Your body loses its shape and definition, seared by heat and changed by the dragon's manhood on a molecular level. With every passing second, you become less you, and more him. He latches his mouth on the head of his cock, needing now to but wait for the inevitable. His sack gives one last final prolonged buuuuurble before lapsing into silence...and his dick erupts. Rolling back his eyes, the dragon flares his nostrils, keeping steady control over his breathing. Each pulse of his cock is followed by a hefty swallow, the bulge of that shot of cum disappearing down his throat. His balls pull in a little with every pump, diminishing and smoothing out as they dispense the load that was once you. Each of those ropes disapears into the predator's gullet, his belly lightly expanding while his sack shrinks. The process lasts a minute...two minutes...three, and he lets not a single drop go to waste. Finally, with one last throb, he spends his last, and pulls back from his cock with a satisfied sigh. "Best meal I've had in ages..." he rumbles, rubbing a contented hand over his bloated belly. "Too bad I don't have a second helping..." Melio reclines with the half-lidded expression of someone fighting off a major food coma. His overfilled stomach giving off a series of extended groans. In contrast to his balls, it remains utterly smooth - after all, there's no live prey to fill it up, only the potent but inert cum you've been processed into. The dragon blinks sleepily, still tasting himself, and only himself, on his breath, as he slips into a relaxing midday nap. [[GAME OVER]]

You stand up, taking a step away and momentarily removing yourself from Melio's reach. "H-hey..." you start, trying to ignore the fear in your own voice, "Y-you don't need to do that. I-I can order something, uh, w-what do you like?" You sheepishly pat your pocket and remember your phone still isn't in it. Looking around for it doesn't feel wise right now when it would mean taking your eyes off the predator in front of you. To your surprise, however, he reaches down to something you hadn't noticed before - a small black rectangle held against his hip by the waistband of his boxers. "Oh, this isn't a negotiation," he growls. Staring in stunned disbelief, you watch as he looks down at your phone, the device tiny in his palm. "I...rather, //you// already went ahead and told the boss you're done...oof, I don't think that's the news he wanted to get on a Saturday morning." He makes an exaggerated wince while reading your messages. "Oh well. I'd say good luck on the job hunt, but..." His nonchalant posture breaks into action without a moment's notice. A wall of dragon meat barrels into you, sending you sprawling to the floor and pinned beneath its bulk. His body is impossibly warm, his stomach already gurgling in anticipation as it squishes against you. His weight leaves you gasping for air as he leans in closer, closer, and whispers... "...that's not something you'll need to worry about anymore." [[Fight back.]]

You raise your fist and strike at the side of his head with all the force you can muster in your current position - and immediately feel sore from the impact. The dragon barely winces, and before you can swing again he's seized both of your wrists, pinning them to the floor above your head with one hand. "Struggle as much as you want..." His voice, like a purr, rumbles throughout his entire body, traveling to yours by contact the way an earthquake rattles a building. His jaw opens wide enough for his tongue to slip out, rolling it across your face with enough force to make your head turn along with its arc and drenching you in enough saliva to make you sputter for breath. He sends the flexible muscle gliding along the ridge of his mouth before retracting it as though savoring your taste. "...it's not gonna matter one bit." He stands, still holding your wrists even as you twist and flail, dragging you over to the couch as he settles himself on it. Pulling you onto his lap, he pins your arms to your sides as he holds you there and yawns wide his maw. The fleshy, cavernous expanse opens up before you, strings of drool dripping from his fangs - and as they get closer, you go rigid out of fear that a careless movement may cause them to drive into you. Paralyzed and utterly helpless, you can do nothing but wait for him to devour you... [[...and you don't have to wait for long.]]

Accompanied by a short-lived yelp, your head disappears inside the predator's jaws. A bulge forms in his throat as muffled, voracious wet gulps issue forth from the dragon. Your shoulders quickly lodge against his maw as he works on them, unperturbed as you writhe uselessly in his grip. Finally, he throws his head back, lifting you up and taking your shoulders into his maw. Now each sickening swallow sends you deeper and deeper, the bulge in his throat expanding, displaying your shape as he slowly consumes you. Less and less of you remains outside to fight back. As Melio's stomach bulges to contain his meal, only your legs remain free, kicking uselessly in the air. As though bored by your resistance, Melio's eyes roll down to his now-free hand, tapping at your phone. He idly sqeezes the half-hard lump in his underwear with the other hand as he scrolls through your apps and contacts, swallowing your feet down into his gullet and sealing you away without a second thought. "Let's see...here we go..." He pulls up a camera, and flicks a toggle. The word "LIVE" flashes on the corner of the screen as props the phone up against the arm of the couch, showing off a good view of the predator's now-full and frantically squirming belly. "Wonder how many of your friends will show up to watch you melt?" he rumbles, slapping a meaty claw against his gut and prompting some especially-pronounced flailing - and a prominent, hungry rumble. "Well, I'd better give em a good show..." [[Melio: Get comfortable.]]

A sharp grin spreads across the predator's face as he pulls down his boxers. His thick cock springs free, pressing against his active stomach, clearly visible to the camera. He pleasures himself idly with long, indulgent strokes, letting his foreskin glide up and over the head of his dick, then back down. He keeps one eye on the camera to make sure it still has a good angle but ignores the comments as they trickle in. His gut does the talking, roaring and churning as it slowly takes you apart, almost visibly steaming from the activity of disassembling its prey. This languid display of hedonism continues for awhile with no more eventful moment than a particularly pronounced gurgle from within the dragon or a bead of pre oozing down his shaft. Over time, however, the noises from his stomach become more and more active. The thrashing from within continues, but the organ itself seems to respond. It pulls inward like a bag rapidly losing air, but with far more force, before slowly pushing out again. It does this again, and again, and each time Melio grunts, a small fountain of fluid erupting from his cock - and each time it happens, the struggles from within him grow less and less prominent. Finally, it pulls in one more time with a pronounced, sickening crunch. The dragon grits his teeth and groans, now stroking rapidly, as a fountain of cum erupts from his cock. He bucks his hips into the orgasm as it splatters ropes over his still-engorged belly, though its shape has rounded out. It emits a satisfied chorus of burbles as it finishes off the remains of its meal, which seems to only have heightened Melio's ecstacy. One of the shots goes wide, splattering the phone's lens, treating the viewers to a slow drip of semen obscuring the stream. As his orgasm subsides, the dragon glances towards it, and he brings the camera in close. The awkward angle gives the audience only a view of his jaws, smiling wide, toothy, and dripping with a mix of saliva and his own cum. "Hope y'all enjoyed the show," he exhales, still breathing heavily. "If you enjoyed yourself, or you're lookin for your friend, come on by. I still haven't picked out lunch, after all." He gives a single hearty "HA!" and shuts off the feed, tossing the phone carelessly aside and licking his lips. "Ahh...if only the fighty preythings knew how much better they taste when they struggle..." [[GAME OVER]]

You gasp - or rather, you try to, but your air supply is almost immediately cut off. The head of Melio's cock pulls you inside, and your attempts to pull free only slightly slow your descent. "Too late for second thoughts, cockmeat..." you hear Melio growl, just barely, over the perverse wet squelching as his cock works on you. You try to grab the shaft, maybe pull yourself free, but you're left breathless as the dragon's hands close around you and lift you up. Blood rushes to your head as he holds you steady, inverted, over his cock, leaving you utterly defenseless as it devours you. And devour you it does. The seemingly impossible barricade of your shoulders it slides over easily, and it pins your arms to your sides as it travels up your chest. You feel its warmth and wetness climb up, up, to around your hips. Once there, however, it stops - or rather, Melio does. His cock continues to tug hungrily at you, pushing out wet fountains of pre in an attempt to lubricate the obstruction, but Melio's grip around your ankles prevents you from sinking even an inch deeper. He keeps you half-engulfed by his cock, squeezed and suffocated, even as his member laps and squelches at your waist. [[Endure.]]

Your every thought of action proves meaningless as the dragon toys with you. What little you're able to move does nothing more than spend your energy. You are totally helpless when Melio's cock slurps you down another few feet, and just as helpless when he tugs back up, slowly extracting inch by inch of your fluid-drenched body from his shaft. You can only guess from his groans and snarls that this is giving him great pleasure, but to you it's a breathless, torturous experience. He repeats the process again and again, letting his cock take in more of you each time, only to pull you partially free. You briefly consider hoping that maybe he'll get tired of it and let you out. As it drags on, however, you find yourself yearning for him to simply finish the job. He pulls you out, out, all the way to your shoulders. Your arms hang down limply, too defeated and exhausted to take advantage of their freedom. While your head remains engulfed, most of your body feels the chill of fresh air for the final time before the dragon releases his grip on you. Like a starved beast, his cock throbs, pulling you in down to your waist again in a single pulse. Readily and eagerly it devours you, its wet confines rolling past your ears, until the tip seals over your feet and the bulge of your body slides down his shaft. You splash limply into his balls, which begrudgingly expand just barely enough to accomodate you. The potent, acrid fluid within stings your skin as your exhaustion and the tightness of the chamber makes it difficult to move. You feel ready to pass out at any minute, and only one thought stops you - the knowledge that the next time you close your eyes will be your last. [[Melio: melt him.]]

Melio flops back on the couch, a contented sigh passing his lips. His cock twitches pleasantly in the wake of his meal, which the process of devouring had almost brought him over the edge. Beneath him, his full nutsack steams and burbles, the struggles of its victim only faintly visible as it melts them away. He curls his feet up under his sack, gently toying with it as he fishes for something on a nearby table. "Good thing I had one out here...don't wanna make a mess." He lifts up a dinner-plate sized condom wrapper in his hand, tearing it easily with a claw. His nuts continue to boil their captive unimpeded as he fits the rubber over the head of his cock, and he glances down as though surprised by their activity. Without warning, they squeeze in, and Melio grits his teeth while a considerable amount of pre spills into the condom's reservoir. "Fuck...not a moment too soon." The sounds of digestion from his sack grow more organic, more gutteral. Faint pops echo as they overcome resistance, loud liquid burbles as they hiss and churn meat into fluid. Melio seizes his shaft with both hands, stroking and overcome with pleasure. His eyes unfocus into a dazed expression, mouth hanging open and panting like an animal. "You didn't last long at all...c'mon, be a nice big load for me..." His balls squeeze in close, rounding out smoothly with a satiated liquid groan. As they do, his cock throbs powerfully, depositing a thick rope of spunk into the condom. More and more shots fire forth, inflating the reservoir, the weight of it causing it to hang down. Each pulse of the orgasm fires like a shot from a cannon, a miracle it can be contained at all, and the balloon of cum that was once you stretches larger and larger until it touches the floor. It doesn't stop there - the dragon's tongue lolls, his fingers and toes curl as his nigh-endless ejaculation wracks his body. By the time it finally slows, the filled condom stands taller than the couch. His cock fires off a couple more modest spurts before its spent, and Melio exhales in satisfaction. After a long few minutes of basking in the afterglow, he pulls loose the end of the condom, swiftly knotting it and appraising his handiwork. "Hey, that might be a record. Looks like the new guy was good for somethin' after all." [[GAME OVER]]

You have been fully digested! There are no other endings, but if you wanted to try getting digested a different way, click below. [[Start Over->Wake up.]]