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The World is Velociraptor Food

IT IS THE HOUR after the shots.

Lookie here, Blue the velociraptor, awakening in her field-sized pen with a chirpy hiss and uncurling. Adorable. Immune to not only the flu but to being pointed at with fingers of guilt, no? Let’s rewind a bit.

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To combat a deadly flu which had been (and still is) wreaking havoc on the wildlife of Isla Nublar, a team of scientists reluctantly resorted to dumping a vaccine in the streams, lakes, pools and shore waters of the isle. They sedated the dinos in the pens then gave them injections by hand. But a mistake had been made with the serum delivered to the pens; it was mixed with a chemical which activated in the captives genes which turned them into super-predators with insatiable hungers. Predators whose growth knows no bounds and has no patience.

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Up to speed, are we? Good. Let’s go back to holding Blue with the highest esteem for innocence.

She has just risen on both feral legs and has seen with her black-slitted, sclera-less eyes of amber both combatant herbivores and carnivores dashing, pouncing. Swallowing each other whole.

*guuuwuuurgle*

Did … did that sound just come from her sand-colored, ivory-tinged belly? She bounces away from the place at which it boomed from her, her eyes wide and marvelling. In some primal way her confidence has been nourished. Her tongue swipes across her lips, as well as the stripe of sapphire running from her eye down her throat. Glimmers of excitement overlay the animated buffet in her eyes. She can’t wait to join the festivities.

Then, “Riiaah!”

Distress. One sneaky boy—a turmeric-scaled, black-striped raptor four times her canine height—has nipped up her tail and has slumped her onto her forechest. Quick, Blue, you’re being eaten, swaddled in breath on which the dry, peppery scent of a recently devoured spinosaurus still lingers! What doth thou doth?

“Graaak! Raaowl!”

If I told you how fast he swallowed her up to the shoulders, you’d think I were describing a meal from the dollar menu. She hooks her little claws into his lower jaw just to keep herself being doomed by one last gulp. His throat bulges as a puff shape with its tough, callused scales stretched to their limit. One backward glance shows her his ventral scales. Sagging with its previous spinosaurus meal, his noisily deletes details from the bulge the way an advanced dementia deletes details from the memory.

*buurrggggh* *guurrrggoooolllllllwwwlll*

No, no, no, thinks Blue, how dare he.

Lump her in with the bottom of the food chain? This isn’t destiny. This is fakery.

With a snake-like lunge, she honks his nose between her teeth—bites hard enough for him to bellow in agony. That cry doubles as a retch. Surrendered from his throat, smeared in gastric bile, Blue honks sassily back at him before bounding to her taloned feet and then breaking through a clump of shrubs.

Is she forfeiting the duel? Fuck no! She’s playing the long game. This is Monopoly, not Candy Land.

She skips off of rock outcrops on her descent from a slope to an equatorial lawn of peon theropods. One who wishes to be at the top and secure that position must start from the bottom.

One dilophosaurus chases another, a gurgly belly evening a path of dirt and grass below the pursuer. Blue licks her lips and bounds forward to join the hunt, before talons latch into her flank. The weight of the elder rams her down, presses her beneath an agape, hissing, slathering maw of her species. She returns a screech—tries to scratch his nose, but gets slammed back down. Itty bitty is the survival instinct that tells her to skedaddle, to turn her tail and dino-dash it to solace. On the other claw, he’s only a talon-length taller. His self-confidence is bloated, she thinks; she’ll show him.

Suddenly, tails twirl. Dust puffs, clears. She raises her posture atop him, showing rows of hacksaw teeth, having exchanged the ‘dinner’ status for the ‘diner’ status. An apologetic “scree” comes from beneath her grumbling tum, but then—*squomf!*—her maw knights him to the brotherhood of stomach fodder, honoring him with the privilege of being the first of this title. With brute engrossment, she flexes her jaws around his discomfitingly large rump. His tail and his digitigrade legs, whorling down her throat, scare off a couple of brutes twice her size—even though they contemplated eating her while she was distracted.

*GWUUULP*

THWOMP, her belly balloons into a scaly drum, accompanying her foot-claws. The swollen oval spreads wide the internals astride her catch with the most fulfilling feeling of expansion: No inhale could ever quite match it. She rolls over—planks beneath her endowed, elastic belly, then outs a mildly spicy *buweealp!* while the dilophosaurus exhibits his superpower of being able to melt away faster than you can cook a bag of microwave popcorn. Flesh grapples the loser into softer and smaller a shape with a wrestler’s sureness, with chyme sloshing and frothing over every simplifying contour. If we imagine a countdown from a referee in his fight against the acids of the fellow (or not so fellow) raptor, then he surely fails to break free before the final count. He fails, even, to digest his own meal before her meteoric metabolism spells the end of his life with one last

*hoooouuooraaaaap!*

Young fossils cannonade from her scaly lips—shower the cracked earth and scraggly verdure. When she rises, brand new folds of fat bounce on her ankles and thighs. She stops pacing, blinks and regards herself with puzzlement that slips into approval. She must weigh at least a third more than before. Her belly hangs with enough fat to certify her as stereotypically jolly, and pudge sags from her neck as though her handler dished out double the norm in fish and eggs for an entire week.

Kudos to the inferior raptor!

A massive growl of her tummy leans her head that way. She scrunches her brows connivingly then tramps off. She finds a circle of riled-up dinos who are deciding amongst themselves their place on the food chain. Too bad for them—the final decision will become hers.

She mows through them—packs her cheeks beyond their capacity, and redecorates her stomach, turning it into a dino coop laden with conditions that would surely have the FDA on her tail if they ever found out. But they never will. A meager amount of gurgles and gastric rinsing-away of fat and protein later, the poultry-ancestors are lathering her hide up with another glutton’s layer.

*huOOORK!*

Fatality.

It seems that her meals have added more than supple pudge than her. Once a wee pet-sized dino, she has absorbed their mass and grown to six feet tall, big enough to be able to slather down on most of her previous human handlers. Not to mention, now she could probably ram into a tourist Jeep and knock it over. Not even the fence of her pen looks convincingly imprisoning anymore. Though, she isn’t ready to see the rest of the world—she has a little more binging within these walls to do, and a certain turmeric-scaled, black-striped boy to beat in Monopoly.

My, they grow up fast. Wasn’t he eight feet tall before? He’s twelve. But he hasn’t been feeding nearly as speedily as Blue, even though he has had the advantage of bigger jaws, so neither has his growth outmatched hers. While he’s seen by some of the dinos as having a bottomless stomach, his appetite—compared with Blue’s—seems rather lackadaisical; and if I were to have written this story about him, it would have been, well, outright non-lustrous.

*nomf!*

Whipping around, turmeric boy growls at whom he believes just swallowed his tail … then stares the stare of a prosecutor before whom the gavel has just banged for an acquittal. Where did his tail go, and where’s the offender? He spins in circles until he’s on the verge of a headache, chasing his tail, while the moisture of a maw continues to climb up his invisible appendage.

The shaken Blue doesn’t relent; she swallows over his limber legs, then works her way up his main body, mirthful, already looking forward to adding the dino double her size to her already corpulent figure. Desperate, the half-eaten dino claws himself to a closeby pond, then pulls his way into the waters while holding his head above them, hoping she’ll end up drownded. All that does is compel her to swallow him faster so that she can take a breath above water sooner. The surface of the pond grumbles and burbles as her stomach makes a gamey chowder of him, her digestive system already melting down his lower body, despite that she hasn’t quite finished suckling down the upper.

With a “ruooh!” his head slips under the clouded, green-gold water, claimed by briefly-revealed maw of the “lake monster.” Not long after that, a *bwwuuurrpmph* turns the surface into a jacuzzi-scape, the belch followed by a shorter *hurrap~* which ejects a skull double the size of Blue’s into the blue yonder above, only for the skull to come down shattering into two around the jaw joint among a group of smaller carnivores, who at once skitter off every which way as though they’ve overstayed a welcome. At least, the skull was double the size of Blue’s … until the head of her swelling body emerges, and she steps ashore, looming terrifically over fleeing inferiors in a miniature enactment of a kaiju movie opener.

A full-fledged roar stands in to say, Look who’s on top now!

Little pterodactyls flock off. She has grown big enough to attempt tackling down an elephant: Just a few feet taller than an African elephant, she could rival some of the smaller t-rexes in scale. Once her pawprints have trailed onto the verdure, the raptor—now doubly tubby, challenging said elephants in weight with her plush curvature—struts with hunger and confidence and nostrils flaring, her foot-paws thumping heavily en route to all the rest of the dispersing snacks, who are now indisputably lower on the food chain. Her round, lumbering apex body seems to contain more power in its heavyset tail—an appendage sweeping and uprooting saplings as she goes—than her whole body previously did.

*munch! munch! monch!*

Tail mushrooming in growth, it swings slower with every swing because of the anchor-like weight being accrued. But all her limbs—not just the tail—undergo “the thickening.” A couple of additional chins appear, the hanging folds thickening on her progressively broad throat. Her forechest crashes through a wooden safari-style bridge before she vaults forward and snaps up a bunch of bipedal, ostrich-like dinos called struthiomimus, followed by a small brontosaurus. She hums—pleased with her belly’s replenished fullness, as well as her solidified role as the Queen of the Pen—so enveloped in her own vanity that she runs right into a beefy forechest.

BOOM … The sound a now 18’-tall raptor makes when she falls.

Crunched flora and earth bake against her back.

Casting a shadow down on her stands the King of Kings, a t-rex—quite the stud, too. Camouflaged with green hide, with ridged eyebrows painted mustard-gold and a belly shaded tan, he stands as tall as some of the real big trees—almost as tall as a three-storey house. He slurps over a toothy smile. Slather patters on her and around her. Blue blinks … then smirks maliciously. She has overcome every other dino. How silly, to fear a species name. He should be fearing her record of forging larger preds like him into raptor-fat.

That’s when his jaws of cavernous size, of stony lips and rancid breath, yawn open and descend toward her. Chomp—they shovel away the earth. Bleghk, he retches up the muck. It might look like a fudge brownie, but it certainly doesn’t taste like one, thank you very much.

Blue has scampered away from where he tried to eat her; and now she’s a bit more vigilant. “Raaak!” Rushing, she winds around him to his tail, since swallowing a meal tail-first worked for her with the last boss-sized baddie. Spitting out the last of that awful bite, he turns and spots her, then reverses his pivoting. The oaken bulk of the tail slams into her side. The attack winds her, despite all of her protective pudge. A small tree capers behind her, its roots pouring out; and she collapses atop the felled wood, looking a little abashed by nature’s nonverbal jab at her obesity.

Snarling impatiently, he reorients with a head-shake. He turns and tramples toward her. She gazes at his gigantic head with a deerish hesitance. His jaws hurtle down, tongue flies out, the pitch black of his esophagus scales over her vision. When he chomps, his teeth splinter through tree bark, another grungy taste. A foot-paw bounds off of his nape, and the other presently squishes down his eyebrows, giving him a grumpy look before she makes her third step. With a growly hiss, he swivels his throat in search of her.

She’s … running along his spine!

“Rroouh?!”

He shakes his rump and lashes his tail, trying to upset her balance; and while she trembles and lands clumsily on a couple of steps, like someone crossing slippery stones across a river, she succeeds in riding up to the tip of his tail, then bounds with a steep arc into the overstory, where she gobbles a couple of pterosaurs out of the tree branches then lands having digested them in record time, having grown a couple of heads higher and shoe sizes larger (assuming that she would wear shoes, but right now she hasn’t any because she’s an impoverished dino without a single penny to her name).

Enraged further by her enlarged size, the rex charges at her again. Which, again, gives her an opportunity to leapfrog off his head to reach the high-hanging “fruit.” After capitalizing on this tactic of using him as a staircase repeatedly, she has grown large enough to stare down at him. She pats his head with her paw condescendingly, the gesture seeming to say, Good game, but game over~

*glompf*



AT THE SAME TIME Blue swallowed the head of the so-called King of Prehistory, a unique dinosaur—the only one of his kind—a thorny, albino named the indominus rex stuffed his own jowls with a t-rex in the T-Rex Badlands far north of her, just beneath a dormant volcano. Mmmmr … another falls to the mighty indominus, he thought (we have translated this from his own language). As it should be. I should grow to rule over all the island! And then … all the world!

The indominus rex stood 70’ tall as he swallowed the wiggly rex. His apex prey replenished the size of the warbling dome that hung beneath his lackluster arms. Before he had begun depopulating the island a couple miles around him, he had been more lithe with a whip-like tail. But ever since he had gone on his new diet, he had more than tripled his original size, bombarding his arms, back, tail and haunches with the feral rex equivalent of a heavyweight MMA fighter’s muscle mass.

With a monstrous belch, the indominus rex carried off in search of more prey, his huge frame shaking the leaves of high trees and shoving palms aside, a low roar of content rising over the borborygmi of his midriff. Into a valley full of brontosauruses he tramped, terrorizing the long-necked, heavy-folded leaf-eaters, eating first the small ones and then proceeding to the larger ones, cheating on his diet by counting these dinos as his daily ‘vegetables.’

Huge footprints stamped the valley’s length, each of them spanning wider than the tourist tram which rode the railway around the island and only growing bigger each time he packed nutrition in. Smaller dinos stuck to his soles as he made his way into the denser jungle. ‘Tourist groups’ of herbivores rode the vehicle that was his stomach to a place called Extinction. Groaning here and there, he would feel his belly cramp during his search for prey, but that would not prompt him to slow down; he would ignore his belly’s complaints and focus on the ambrosial sweetness of his enduring growth: the thrill of trees falling lower and lower around him until they were no taller than tall grass in his view.

Meanwhile … Blue hiccuped before belching out the marrowy remains of the tyrannosaurus rex her gut had just polished off. She had grown a tier larger than this prior meal, having reached 60’ tall. She tramped to the edge of the pen, whose iron fencing only came to her chest. She jumped up and kicked the gate down with both feet, then trampled the crushed section, thundering her way out of the reservation in which she had been born and raised.

Her bongo-round belly growled like a deep trumpet, then followed up with a low, cruising sonorous sound. Dinos alone wouldn’t be enough to keep her appetite satiated at this point. Whatever lay in her path would need to contribute. An abandoned attraction car she snapped up in her jowls; and after a couple of gulps she realized she had gotten it lodged unbearably in her gullet. Welp, she washed that blockage down when she padded into a lush thicket by munching on boughs. A canopy of blue-green verdure shuffled and crackled from an eagle’s view, before dust rose up as her eating habits felled the land. Up from the thinning vegetation, a couple pterodactyls the size of geese (relative to the blue-striped raptor) flocked away, until up she hopped and snatched them in her jowls (*guwlp, gulp!*) to add them to her tummy, in which she had begun to foster a miniature biome featuring flora and fauna alike, though this wouldn’t last for long, since her gruesome, frothing acids rendered the place pretty damned uninhabitable.

The hunted saw her burly forechest barge through the forest unknown and fell oaken species, while her taloned claws marched forth, carrying her full-time employed maw about on its voracious safari work; and they yipped in fear, little raptors and triceratopses and other herbivores and carnivores; and her brief overstory leafage diet was interrupted when a couple of the teeny dinos made a squishy noise beneath her callused clodhoppers and she peered down under the verdure and raised the talons of her feet to find a couple of snacks attached between the toes. Licking her lips, she used yoga etiquette to stretch her neck and suckle the snacks off of each claw, and with each meal she would tip her head back and let her throat peristalsis ferry them down to a swamp being increasingly congested with food.

So many additional calories attacked her digestive tract that Blue, when her belly acids sizzled, she could feel her scales creak out and the pretty flab of her hide shaking out larger at a rate unprecedented, her girth spreading to be able to fill entire streets. And yet, she continued to eat without discipline, her head dropping down from the sky as lightning drops from a thunderhead, and she would prey upon fleeing dinos whose numbers could fill a small army, fleets of them practically springing off around her in fright, although they could not outrun her due to her demigoddess size and need for meaty sacrifices.

She surged up in size and scaled up from 60’ tall to 90’ tall, the height of a four-star resort, as tall as a blue whale typically is long; and through the jungle burst a roar of such magnitude that the force splintered trees, shredding their bark away before felling them altogether. A new foot paw stepped down: a much chunkier foot whose ankle flesh bounced with every pronounced step of her march. Her back flesh and her tail flesh jiggled with snuggly blankets of prey-padding. Groans of her pudge and musculature ballooning announced her coming as she gobbled up place after place en route to the eastern stegosaurus grounds of the isle; and loud were her gulps, along with her gait and digestive process; yet, she was unheard by the indominus rex because a snaking mountain range segregated the two of them, keeping them ignorant of the notion that they were destined to be competitors.

While she had been frenziedly washing away memories of herself once being a small, insignificant dino by eating determinedly to purge herself of her underdog status, the indominus had been chasing continuous dopamine bursts simply from packing muscle. He homed through acre after acre of the isle, browsing his selections for entrees and resolving to eat everything on those selections each time.

Growing into a musclebound stud, the indominus featured a larger assembly of back thorns and fangs which intimidated most of the prey he encountered, even if their own hunts and growth spurts from eating prey had been fruitful. For example, one velociraptor had grown to the size of a great hill, a size you could deem as being ‘kaiju lite,’ and yet the indominus loomed bully-like over them.

The velociraptor and a couple similarly-sized friends circled the indominus, but the indominus glared at the three of them with both composure and a thirst to punish, to convert all three of them into additional protein. The trio all dashed at him at the same time, a series of movements made slow-motion by their vast kaiju-lite figures; but he plunged toward one of them, and tackled them down with sheer brute strength, like a freight truck compared with a pedestrian. The velociraptor loosed a low squall heard for miles before his companions turned to see the rex hunched, back facing them, and feeding with a frightening haste, his back muscles already bulging out larger as the tail of their partner whipped down the throat, managing to digest his food already without the whole of the prey being consumed; his metabolism simply could not wait.

*grrrk!*

*grroooaaarrrrwwrr!!!*

Huger and huger he grew, his forechest crunching outward, striations of muscle and raw hide thickening as the inferior dinos fell to the level of his shoulders. Both dinos gulped and turned away to run, but his mouth picked them off one by one, and his digestive tract paired them with their buddy in an oven wherein the limbed protein treats squirmed and shoved their undersized arms against his walls out of desperation. Though, he no longer warred, and had already lost concern about these doomed lads. He proceeded up the mountainside and feasted on dinos as tall as the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge; and then dinos as tall as the skyscrapers of greedy corporations; and soon, even dinosaurs as tall as the Empire State Building landed in his corrosion chamber, whose gurgles could be heard as a murmur far on the other side of the misted isle.

So splendidly did his belly ache and cramp. He chuffed happily and outed a couple of belches which dropped acid-slathered dino skulls onto the mountain slopes, skulls which could be seen from across the isle. He rolled over and then clutched his dome of gravid belly, and groaned as it superheated its contents and prepared him for yet another transformation.

Even when immersed in her own gurgly environment, Blue could not help but wince at the booms of growls, flesh and scales on the other side of that mountain range. Having grown to the size of a small skyscraper, she could see the form of a dinosaur surging in size over the outline of the range, the earth quaking beneath her feet. He rolled in fits of his ecstasy as he grew; and then, his head rose over the peaks; and he glimpsed her, and his tongue swiped with voracity; and he hopped onto both feet and crested one of the peaks, only to rush toward her, burying the verdure in the dust-path of his approach, gluing dozens of dinos to his toes along the way.

Blue, who realized she stood perhaps ten times shorter than this now half-a-mile tall dinosaur, fled like a mouse being chased by a feline. Her feet collapsed a cliff steeply overlooking the deep blue, and then she bounded in, like a sea monster retreating from a well-armed metropolis, and tramped out several miles as her hips dropped below the currents raging. Next time she looked around, the isle lay as a distant, shaded shape; and the rex had long abandoned his chase, not caring enough about her to exert the energy to swim. There stood the shape of the volcano towering everything; but, she gulped, for she could see fellow dinosaurs growing to dwarf the mountain range, and swelling rapidly to rival the volcano itself, what with pot bellies swaying heavily below their ribcages bulging with descending fodder. Outgrowing her!

This was, of course, before the indominus rex staked his claim on the volcano itself, snapping his throat down on the circumferential lips of the geographic body and slurping out lava that had lain deep underground: harvesting molten nutrients which grew him utterly huge, so that as he faced north, his tail bulked out and swung over the sea on the southern side of the isle. His jaws engulfed the base of the volcano in a shadow; and little pterodactyls and other avians tried to fly away, but ants would have better success outrunning the searing beam of a magnifying glass.

*CRONCH*

Uprooted from the earth—as though no more than a weed pulled up by the arms of a strongman—the volcanic mount crumbled as it ascended into the sky, being scarfed up by jaws of colossal size, their breadth greater than that of a football field at this point. *GUWWLP* He downed the volcano, crumbs running down his chin; and he washed it down with a couple of pawfuls of fellow rexes, as though the two variables were cookies and milk in the holiday season.

*MONCH MONCH MONCH*

And she watched, behold, as he scaled higher and higher with each dream-like pulse of growth, his head breaking through a crown of cumulus clouds that scattered and evaporated. It was then that Blue truly feared the indominus, not only what the threat he pitted against her body, but the threat he posed to her hierarchical throne. No, he had ascended to the stature of some anti-demigod far too quickly! But what could she do about it, but bide her time trying to catch up?

Having looted Isla Nublar of all of its Jurassic inhabitants, the indominus rex uttered a disgusting belch, which travelled the sea and heralded the end of the safety of other islands in a Pacific chain of a scale half the size of the Hawaiian island chain. When he whisked his head out to the sea, she flopped onto her back, splashing into the ocean to hide from his hungry countentace. He then stampeded into the sea, his great haunches battering the seafloor and firing nearly a mile upwards abysmal founts of ocean water, the water-torrents flooding the eastern coast of Nublar on his departure. She watched him head east, where lay (little did she know) California and other zones of the Americas.

One thought revolved in her head: Must grow … much bigger … and much faster!

One could not simply clock in eight hours for the day with such a rival. No, she would needst slate her belly for double-time. Scrunching her brows with resolution, she gaped open her mouth, and bubbles in which a house could fit in each of rolled out of her throat as she snatched up a cloud of schools of fish. One gulp hooked her on the flavor of seafood; and so she spun herself onto her feet, head splashing above the surface, and then tramped shoulders-deep into the sea, and then fished out her first plesiosaur, learning that she enjoyed the salty, smoky and slightly inky taste of the species.

While most chunky dinos suffer when they swim, Blue harnessed her determination to wade through the Pacific with her ill-equipped arms; and with each meal, the broadening rolls of pudge on her body, throat and tail burgeoned out to be more rotund, such as marshmallows and donuts; and her pudge’s buoyancy held her aloft, serving as a natural life vest.

Gaining weight just as surely as she grew during her ocean fishing, Blue surged from the size of a small kaiju to the size of a great kaiju with which her jowls made blue whales look no bigger than Hot Pockets, the vast jowls opening up and engulfing the whales the way those same whales might open up their mouth to devour vast schools of sardines and anchovy. Jowls would snap shut with a puff of bubbles, which would break around her forechest and legs and sweep through the deep sea like some underwater tornado or hurricane, while the burbles of her roundening, muffin-like underside, along with the expansion of her frame, would stir up even more bubbles at a steady rate, while her paws would mortar the seafloor, above which strange lantern-headed fish lurked: At this point, they seemed like bacteria in scale compared with her hulking, corpulent soles and foot-claws.

Thus, Blue and the indominus rex departed their place of birth, and set out to devour all the rest of the world’s myriad beasts and zones. What neither of them knew was that a distant relative of theirs, a mosasaur (a crocodilian creature with expansive fins in place of legs), had swum out into the world much earlier, and he would later contest with the both of them in both hunger and size.

In Kyoto, Japan, people living in the slab orange–roofed villas on either side of a crescent coast watched with horror as what could only be described by non- biologists and paleontologists as a crocodile-whale hybrid kaiju swam toward a sandbar that snaked a few miles across the radius of the crescent-shaped bay. It opened its jaws, jaws which could devour several streets at once, and snarfed right through the sandbar, as though cutting a ribbon to complete the grand opening of a buffet in which it would feast relentlessly.

That’s basically what happened: with low roars of surging waves around its barbed, streamlined head, it propelled toward a major city, the size of a bass homing toward a decorative castle of some small aquarium. It opened its cavernous maw and chomped down into piers and streets, ensuring that tourists would never want to visit the landmark behind him for years to come. That is, if the planet lasted that long.

Though, this wasn’t likely, for the dino ate the whole coastal city as casually as though it were pizza crust, barely even swelling its slimy underbelly from the feast. A *bwhoouurraaaap!* raged out of its maw, and a fetid, gastrid blast obliterated most of the coast for a mile out. But the mosasaur wasn’t satisfied; it took another bite out of Kyoto province, and another and another; and soon it had grown to half the length of Japan.

Snaking over the country, it grew with serious quakes, thrashing its tail and posterior fins in mirth as it surged to several hundred miles in length. Then, it turned toward the main landmass of Asia, and swam forth with China on its menu. The huge mass of dark-blue appeared far larger than even the mount of Everest on its approach to the coast, its seemingly endless maw opening up and breathing fishy breath on panicking cities. Each mere exhale shattered windows of skyscrapers and gusted people, vehicles and structures about with great turbulence. He chowed down, each of the teeth of his lower jaws like a great hill or a small mountain rising up from underneath the coastal cities, surging through earth, breaking it apart before lunging up to bring the cities into its maw. Each city was lapped down like candy.

It seemed that Asia proved to be a bit caloric for the beast as well, for his tail fins burgeoned in tubbiness as well as his oily flanks, and he chuffed from the labor of each subsequent glide of his body through the sea, a sea whose surface volume steadily rose due to the steady munches which whittled away at the landmass. Every swallow deafened eardrums and throttled tectonic plates out of arrangement. Even during his devouring of China, the shivers of his work could be felt resonating through the neighboring countries: through the fields and mountains and suburbs and urban areas of places such as Laos, Russia, India: places which would soon be shown to be mere entrees of his multicultural dinner.

Humid breath washed over each place he approached to conquer. His fleshy palate spread over the sky, mistakable as storm clouds to many viewers below. However, instead of pre-rain coldness, there spread over these places a gastrointestinal heat of the breath which compensated for the blockage of the sun’s rays. Down came the jaws, and snacked on country after country. He grew and grew, spreading through the expanding Pacific Ocean the way a goldfish grows based on how large of a fishing bowl they’re given.

Cumulus clouds swirled into his maw as he took an inhale, before munching down into Europe, his tongue lapping up the United Kingdom as though it were even less of a meal than a single White Castle burger. More pudge padded out his croc likeness, and next to meet its doom was Africa: quite the lush vegetarian meal for him to wash his palate with, like the complimentary parsley on a restaurant dinner plate, except far more of a full-course meal in its own regard.

Meanwhile, both Blue and the indominus rex had made incredible gains to their weight and had grown substantially in size since we’ve last seen them. How did they do this? By embracing Western Cuisine. Her diet had widened her for a mammoth breadth with fat rolls, while his own metabolism for whatever reason had caused him to collect ensembles of musculature, his chest and limbs wide and dense with layers of reinforced strength, upon which new layers of fat had been drizzled to endow him with an aesthetic of “strong pudge.”

Both of them loomed high over the layer of clouds, and their jaws would come down on the little farms and small towns of America, and *chomp* add those parts of the land to themselves, along with uncountable species per bite. Each bite would leave a vast crater in the country, craters that joined the trails of paw prints that each dino mapped out on their feeding journeys. The indominus turned away from the east coast, and saw the distinct but small figure Blue on the other side of America, her body in front of the Rocky Mountains, whose peaks seemed to be on the verge of falling below her head due to her steady growth; though, the indominus had far outgrown her at this point; she only came to the level of his knees, and he finished gulping down the last of a series of many bites of the east coast states, along with the crust of the earth, along with a whopping chunk of the layers beneath, from which magma spewed. He had eaten perhaps a tenth or even more of the planet’s mass, into which the Atlantic ocean had already begun to flood down into the fiery depths of. There struck him a great spurt of growth, during which he thundered up in size with a roar of bliss. He scaled the sky like a beanstalk and broke through the ozone layer, the stratosphere, the mesosphere, and finally the thermosphere. He loomed so high that he could see both the Pacific and the Atlantic from his position by looking either way; so high that Blue appeared now to be no more than a chicken tender compared with him. In fact, he could probably crush her beneath just one of her toes if he chose.

But he had a priority. The idea of devouring the one who had formerly been his only competition swelled his breast with exhilaration. He narrowed his eyes on his target, then tramped across the country with the slowness of a goliath creature. Although it took less than a dozen steps for him to reach her location, each of his paw prints stamped down as a focal point of each of the states along the way, wiping out entire populations of towns just with each toe claw, wiping out cities with each sole.

When the indominus rex approached her, Blue did not back down. Even if she had wanted to, where had she to hide? No other dinos, as far as she could tell on this part of the world’s curvature, were as huge as they were, so she had no fuel to grow bigger to contest him size-wise; and forget idling in one place to eat the planet’s crust for sustenance; there was no surer way to make her easy to gobble. With a wide arc she bounded forward, and she clung to one of his toe-claws, growling, trying to wrestle him down while he merely slowed his pace, peered down and uttered the indominus rex equivalent of a degrading laugh. She gnawed on the toe in an effort to get some of the scaled mount into her stomach. He flicked his toe, launching her all the way to Nevada. A BOOM not only heralded a change of the climate around her; the sky had brightened due to a change in the timezone. A sea of cacti pricked her back, and she groaned a complaint from having been turned into a pincushion. She gathered to her feet, and then readied herself to attack again when that godly foot of the indominus rex rose above her: a foreboding shape as large as the bottom of a building compared with her, prepared to utterly crush her.

That foot hurtled toward the earth like a great meteor, and quickly swallowed up Las Vegas in darkness, save for all of the lighting which was the source of the city’s myriad electric bills; and Blue tucked her throat with stress and clenched her teeth, and braced for the fatal flattening of her form … until a distant slurp resounded from the Atlantic Ocean. A tug of slimy lips tripped the indominus rex back. He screeched, turned and met the giant mosasaur, the third creature in a trinity of rivals.

Since we last checked up on the mosasaur, it had grown from having a back with the same surface area as China to having a back with the same surface area as the entire Eastern Hemisphere. The croc-fish appeared so big, the indominus now looked like a shih tzu next to a golden retriever in comparison, whereas Blue would be even smaller next to the mosasaur. She could probably be snorted up one of its nostrils and devoured that way.

Another slurp, and the throaty rings of the oceanic devourer dragged the rex partway off of the “Land of the Free” and partway into the deep blue. The indominus howled out, and dropped onto his rump, which the mosasaur tugged into the myriad ocean waves to the tune of seismic rumbles. On the face of the indominus came a fiery resolve; and he saw all of the earth-matter before him and thought, No reason to waste this, for he had no intention to go out this way, slain by some Moby Dick ancestor. He glutted on the earthy, spicy, crusty Appalachian Mountains in order to convert the mass into more muscle and size for himself so that he could ward off the mosasaur. On top of that, he accrued more pudge, which thickened his tail and plugged the fish-dino’s mouth a little to hinder its progress on eating him.

While the two titans clashed, Blue, no longer needing to be afraid of being eaten, went on a brief vacation of eating to embiggen herself. She gobbled the desert region of Nevada, and surged to the size of the state. And then she turned her back to California, and dug her teeth in, and shredded up that crunchy state, gulping down the snowy mounts, which tasted to her like sweet cream ice cream; the dry southern regions, such as Death Valley, which tasted like nachos and habanero peppers; and the coastal areas, which tasted of clams and oysters; and, once this was done, she surged again in growth, and became even more of a fatso with the transcendent amount of weight she gathered. She huffed with lethargy, and a growth spurted rewarded her, growing her into a dino over a thousand miles long in length. She ate some more until she reached a size big enough for her maw to tackle the fighting duo.

With a hop sponsored by the energy given her by the west coast, she yawned wide and devoured the head of the rex, snatching it out of the sky like a frisbee. She dropped out of the planet’s orbit with such force that her bulging cheeks dropped comet-like down on the planet with a quake and a ruckus which rent open fissures in a spiderweb pattern out from the center of the Great Plains.

This instigated a plethoric tug of war between Blue and the mosasaur. The latter looked mightily strained during the spar, what with the ocean water glistening down its brows like sweat. Pathetically did the indominus rex flail between them. His shuffles and thrashes eradicated landmarks and long plains of terrain, and damaged conifer and hardwood forests, and filled the heavens with environmentally hazardous dust-billows. Blue snarfed up his shoulders and seemed resigned to not stop, as though she had a personal vendetta against contributors to pollution. One gulp, and the bulge of his head sculpted her gullet and measured the relative size of a vast, sated stomach. The head-bulge pulsed its way down the lengthy chute toward her forechest while she released a low, gleeful chittering and rolled her claws over the thorny backside, feeling over the hide that was almost as tough and rugged as a carapace; though, its flavor reminded her of a food much softer: vanilla raisins—a food that her handler had once lain out in a red box in reach of her mouth.

The mosasaur tried to reel the indominus’ tail back into its possession, like a fisher with a fish on the hook; but, even with its immense size advantage, it struggled to match the sheer willpower of Blue, who ate to the main body of the indominus while her feet backpedalled to help her seize more of the prey away from the other. Soon, the mosasaur was pulled onto the savaged rubble that remained of the east coast, and beached on its belly, at which point it lacked the blessing of the sea with which it had once resisted Blue.

The indominus rex squirmed as he reluctantly tunneled his way down the throat of the raptor, but what came of his effort was of no boon. Her slimy depths claimed more of him, and the dome that was her belly expanded and stretched to draw a larger and larger crater over several states, while he honked and clawed in rebellion within her gastric insides. She purred, licking her lips to wash off that residual flavor while her belly cramped and ached to an applaudable degree, her tummy alone weighing more than the moon, even though she hadn’t even finished her prodigious banquet yet. Soon the rex’s tail slipped out of the maw of the mosasaur, and Blue robbed it of the last of his food and slurped down the stocky hind legs and the base of the tail, and the last slurp pronounced her as the victor of the scuffle.

Blue melted down the indominus rex, burning him up like a kitchen meal which had been neglected in the stove for too long; and she let out a belch of content, the blast gusting like a hurricane over the Americas and eradicating several rural, urban and suburban settlements alike. And then she flopped down onto her gut, and looked like a junior in size compared with her senior bulge. She enjoyed working away the dinosaur croissant without needing to worry about the mosasaur attacking her due to said marine creature being immobile.

One last gurgle branded the indominus rex as digested, shrivelling away the last remaining glop of him while she grew greater in mass than the moon; though, the mosasaur still appeared continentally large and monstrous in size compared with her. It took her awhile to cross the country toward the beached seafood, for, although her stride could now cross more distance in a given time, she had gained a great deal of weight which made the stride more strenuous nevertheless. She carried an abominable, roly-poly type of frame; and her belly could be compared with a great melon. She slurped the mosasaur’s snout then proceeded to devour it in a spectacle far too large to be filmed by any news station, nor to be seen in its entirety by any single mortal, except via footage from satellite.

Satellite footage showed the grey and blue mass of raptor sliding lips over the aquatic beast. She hobbled over the edge of the United States to pull in its oily tail-end, which had still been wading in the ocean. She hauled it down her esophagus, sealed the last of it in her belly then let out another belch, and lounged on the curvature of the bitten-into earth with a very comfortable look, her head starting to nod out due to the weight and thus the fatigue that her meal put on her digestive system.

After this she exploded in growth. She surged up from being a little critter relative to the size of the Earth (if the Earth were to be compared with a person) to being a canine in size relative to the earth, at which point she had become more gluttonously fat than she had ever before dreamt of. Another belch concluded her appetite for dinos, and echoed into outer space. Without any big creatures left on her home planet, she resigned to eat the rest of the planet itself; and so she packed the rest of America into her chubby cheeks. Soon she would move on to do more than the indominus had ever fathomed doing: She wouldn’t simply rule the world; she would become a world herself.

A Jurassic World.

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