So I guess this is my goodbye to my dino verse project with  kerjois, who sadly was unable to make any incredible artwork to accompany this one, I did my best with a sketch lol
(all his art is here  kerjois2 )

This story was never intended to be anywhere close to the last one in this universe I've come to really love, but unfortunately that's not how things worked out
Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy one last dino verse story, and maybe you'll enjoy some of the stories with dragons from Wings of Fire I'll be doing soon

enjoy :)

As Sylvia, the obese Spinosaurus, waddled confidently into the shallow water of one of the many coves and lagoons of the shoreline she ruled over, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the sight of the abundant fish that awaited her. Her hefty frame rippled with each step, rolls of fat shifting and jiggling with each sluggish motion as she made her way into the lagoon.

The water felt cool and soothing against her scales as Sylvia submerged herself up to her thick flabby neck, the gentle currents lapped rhythmically against her bloated body. Thick layers of blubber encased her sides and belly, their softness providing a comforting buoyant cushion that she eagerly rested her heavy bulk on.

As she began to feast on the fish that swarmed around her, Sylvia felt a sense of contentment wash over her. Each mouthful of succulent prey sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through her hefty form, her insatiable appetite driving her to devour every last morsel.

But her moment of bliss was short lived, as her attention was suddenly drawn to the sight of a large silhouette looming closer in the water. With an irritated grunt, Sylvia reluctantly turned her gaze towards the approaching Mosasaurus, her sluggish movements betraying the excess weight that burdened her rotund form.

Thick rolls of blubber adorned her neck and sides, their ample size a testament to her indulgent lifestyle. As she shifted her weight back onto her protesting legs, the layers of fat rippled and wobbled with each movement, the excess flesh hindering her attempts to gain momentum.

Despite her own flabby figure, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a surge of determination as she squared off against her rival. With a deep bellowing roar in her throat, she braced herself for the impending confrontation, her heavy body swaying with the effort.

As the Mosasaurus charged forward with all the feeble speed she could muster, Sylvia watched with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. She could see that her rival was even more obese than herself, with a rotund belly and thick rolls of fat adorning her frame. As she watched the aquatic predator lurch forwards lethargically, every ounce of blubber on its rotund frame wobbled with each lazy stroke of its chubby flippers.

Despite her own sluggish movements, she knew that she had the advantage on land despite her hefty body, since she still retained some use of the legs that her aquatic counterpart lacked. With a swift waddle, Sylvia backed up a few paces onto the sandy shore, her flabby form poised and ready for action. As the Mosasaurus barreled forward, Sylvia felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins, her heart pounding as a result of both excitement and exhaustion as she prepared to fight for this desirable territory.

The Mosasaurus, propelled by its own considerable momentum, found itself careening towards the shore, unable to halt its charge. The massive aquatic predator crashed onto the sandy beach, her bloated belly squishing against the soft, yielding sand.

For a moment, the Mosasaurus lay there, her massive form sprawled helplessly across the shoreline. Sylvia could see the panic in its eyes as it struggled to regain its bearings, the glaring light of the sun reflecting off its glossy scales. With each labored breath, the Mosasaurus heaved against the weight of its own body, its futile attempts to wriggle back into the water met with resistance from the stubborn wet sand.

As Sylvia approached, she noticed an unusually large wave building behind the unsuspecting Mosasaurus, and retreated a few more sluggish steps back up the shore. Then, with a deafening crash, the wave collided with the Mosasaurus from behind, propelling it further up the beach with surprising force before retreating, leaving the mosasaurus beached. Sylvia watched with satisfaction as the massive predator struggled against its own mass, its desperate attempts to escape the sandy trap ultimately futile.

For a moment, it seemed as though the Mosasaurus would be unable to evade the pursuing Spinosaurus. Its movements were slow and cumbersome, its hefty body weighed down by the excess blubber that encased her frame. But just as Sylvia closed in for the final blow, another wave crashed into the Mosasaurus from behind, providing it with a brief moment of buoyancy that gave it the opportunity to scoot backwards into the welcome embrace of the water.

With a sense of resignation, Sylvia watched as the Mosasaurus slid back into the safety of the lagoon, disappearing beneath the tranquil waters below. Around her, the chaotic scene began to calm, the briefly frenzied shoreline returning to its natural state of serenity.

As Sylvia turned away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment at the missed opportunity. But as she waddled off in search of her next meal, she knew there were plenty more bountiful locations for her to feast in her coastal kingdom.

Later that afternoon, after her unsuccessful encounter with the blubbery ball of a mosasaurus, Sylvia had found another secluded cove teeming with aquatic prey and gorged herself on enough fish to satisfy even her prodigious appetite, and was now napping lazily in the warm, shallow water.

Sylvia basked in the shallows, her hefty form relaxed in the embrace of her tranquil surroundings. Most of her buoyant rolls of fat were swaying gently with the calm rhythm of the waves, and she reveled in the satisfaction of a well fed belly and the blissful warmth of the sun on her scaly hide.The ponderous orb of blubber that was her gut provided her with a comfortable cushion against the sandy bottom as she drifted into a contented nap, her heavy eyelids drooping lazily over her eyes.

However, as the evening wore on, the peaceful atmosphere began to shift, the gentle lapping of the waves giving way to a sudden and ominous change in the weather. Dark clouds loomed on the horizon, their menacing presence casting a shadow over the tranquil scene.

With little warning, a powerful storm began to brew, the sky erupting with flashes of lightning and deafening crashes of thunder. The calm waters of the cove grew turbulent, waves crashing violently against the sandy shore as the wind whipped through the air with unrelenting force.

As Sylvia stirred from her slumber, she realized with growing alarm the severity of the situation. Her heavy body, accustomed to relaxing in the calm waters of the cove, was ill equipped to handle the fierce currents and raging waves that suddenly surrounded her.

Despite the sense of urgency, Sylvia hesitated for precious minutes to begin the exhausting chore of hauling her blubbery body all the way to the safety of the shore, even in calm conditions it was not a task she looked forward to. However, as the minutes passed by and the wind and waves only became more severe, she attempted to make her way onto the sand, her bulky form struggling against the relentless pull of the churning waters. Sylvia’s thick rolls of blubber shifted and quivered with each labored movement, her underused muscles straining against the powerful resistance of the waves on top of her own cumbersome mass.

But despite her best efforts, Sylvia began to find herself dragged further and further from the safety of the beach, the storm’s powerful currents pulling her out to sea with alarming speed. Panic surged through her bloated body as she realized the gravity of her situation, her breath coming in panicked gasps as she struggled against the powerful riptide, her movements becoming more feeble by the second as her flabby muscles tired. At least it was no challenge for her to keep her head above water since her excess blubber provided her with abundant buoyancy and stability as she was tossed about by the waves.

Sylvia gave a few more feeble kicks of her chunky, roll covered legs in the direction of the rapidly disappearing coastline, but it was too late. The relentless force of the storm had already claimed her, dragging her further and further from the safety of the cove until she disappeared from sight, lost amidst the fury of the churning sea. Eventually, As she was tossed about by the powerful storm all night, Sylvia lost consciousness out of sheer exhaustion.


When Sylvia finally cracked open her slightly salt crusted eyes again and peered around groggily, she could see she was once again on a sandy beach, although not one that she recognized. She was sprawled awkwardly on the pristine white sand, some of her limbs and even part of her sagging gut partially buried in sand as a result of the storm that had carried her there.

Every muscle in Sylvia's body ached with exhaustion, a reminder of the futile struggle she had endured against the powerful storm. Bits of sand had worked their way in between her copious rolls of lard, and they shifted uncomfortably against her scales as she attempted to rise to her feet, the sensation of actual hunger gnawing at her stomach was something she had not experienced in a long time.

Reluctantly, Sylvia hauled herself upright with a tired groan, her bloated frame protesting against the effort. With each labored movement, she felt the strain of her excessive weight bearing down on her tired muscles, her body struggling to support the burden of her immense bulk.

As she steadied herself on her aching legs, Sylvia took a moment to survey her surroundings. Towering palm trees loomed overhead, their swaying foliage casting dappled shadows across the sandy expanse of the beach. The air was thick with the salty scent of the ocean, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest that stretched in front of her.

With a desire to placate her protesting belly, unused to going this long without a meal, Sylvia began to explore her new surroundings, her plodding footsteps leaving deep impressions in the soft sand beneath her.

As Sylvia waddled away from the beach to embark on an exploration of her new environment, she found herself traversing a diverse landscape teeming with unique species that had adapted to the isolated conditions of the island they called home. As her lethargic waddle, accompanied by the rhythmic wobbling of every fat roll on her flabby figure and heavy, strained breathing, brought her further into the island, the dense palm trees of the forest gave way to some open plains, where smaller, more docile versions of common herbivorous dinosaurs roamed freely.

Among them were miniature triceratops, approximately two thirds the size of their larger counterparts with much less menacing horns and frills, as well as similarly shrunken counterparts of iguanodons and hadrosaurs. These diminutive herbivores did not huddle together in herds and glance about their surroundings warily like their full size mainland cousins. Instead, they meandered around their habitat alone or in small groups, rarely bothering to look up from their grazing.

Sylvia observed these creatures from a distance at first, as they grazed carelessly on the lush vegetation that carpeted the landscape, but she found that despite her complete lack of stealth due to her slow, cumbersome movement and heavy, plodding footsteps she was able to get far closer to them then she ever could to normal terrestrial prey. A few of them even looked up from their grazing and looked right at her with carefree, docile expressions, before calmly lowering their heads and taking another bite of the lush shrubs they were feeding on.

Countless generations of adapting to an environment totally devoid of predators large enough to bother herbivores of even their diminutive stature had left them completely without instincts to regard even a massive, unfamiliar creature such as Sylvia as a threat. To their credit though, Sylvia’s obese, rounded frame draped with hefty rolls of blubber did not exactly exude a particularly predatory appearance.

However, not all of the island's inhabitants were as docile as the triceratops. As Sylvia ventured deeper into the rocky center of the island, the wandering, docile dwarf herbivores became less frequent, and she encountered a species of aggressive, confident flightless birds that appeared vaguely like an ostrich, but larger, less fluffy, and possessing a jaw filled with wicked looking teeth.

These oversized flightless birds, descendants of ancestors that had arrived on the island and thrived uncontested, had grown larger and more formidable over time, their now vestigial wings nothing more than useless appendages. They did not bother the miniaturized herbivores they shared the island with, opting instead to terrorize the much smaller inhabitants such as compsognathus and the fluffy Sinosauropteryx, or to feed on any migrating avian dinosaurs that made the mistake of stopping there to rest. Countless generations of being the only significant predator in their environment had conditioned these birds to be ridiculously arrogant, expecting that simply their appearance would terrify any other species.

One particularly overconfident bird, its plumage a glossy brown, boldly approached Sylvia, its beady eyes gleaming with fierce arrogance. Unfazed by the massive predator before it, the bird attempted to assert its dominance, strutting arrogantly and screeching defiantly in a display of bravado. However, Sylvia wasted no time in dispatching the overconfident creature, her powerful jaws, the only muscle she had always regularly exercised, snapping shut around its entire body with lethal precision and swallowing the entire unfortunate bird in nearly a single gulp, her extra chins and neck rolls quivering vigorously as she chewed twice.

Satisfied that nothing in this environment was a threat to her, Sylvia continued her journey, her massive form lumbering clumsily through the increasingly steep and rocky terrain with determined purpose, despite her need to stop every few minutes, wheezing for breath as she attempted to regain some stamina. As she ascended a steep incline, each heavy, plodding step setting the thick blubber coating her thighs wobbling madly, she found herself emerging onto an elevated cliff top, the landscape stretching out before her in all directions. From this vantage point, she could see the expanse of the lush island laid out before her, its verdant forests and rolling plains encircled by a sandy beach.

But it was not just the island that captured Sylvia's attention. Off in the distance, she spotted another landmass, its silhouette visible on the horizon. It was in the direction from which she had been carried by the storm, but she knew could tell it was not the coast, since the edges of that silhouette’s land were clearly visible against the water, so it must be another island in between her and her home. Instinctively, she knew that meant it would make her trip back much easier, since the lard laden spinosaurus would have a place to haul her exhausted form out of the water and catch her breath.

As she gazed out at the distant island, Sylvia felt a sense of indecision rising within her. The prospect of a relatively easy journey back to the mainland was tempting, especially given her significant lack of stamina. Yet, as she surveyed the lush landscape before her, she couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that settled over her.

This island, with its abundant easy prey and overconfident small predators, felt like a paradise to Sylvia. Here, she could hunt with ease, her massive size and lethargic movements no hindrance to her success. The docile creatures that roamed the plains seemed almost oblivious to her presence, making them easy targets for her voracious appetite.

And then there were the predators, the oversized flightless birds that strutted about with unwarranted confidence. They posed little threat to Sylvia, their arrogance making them easy prey for her powerful jaws. Here, she was the undisputed apex predator, free to roam the island at her leisure without fear of competition or conflict.

For now, Sylvia felt content to stay right where she was. The thought of leaving this island paradise, with its abundance of food and relative safety, held little appeal to her. With a satisfied rumble in her throat, she turned away from the distant horizon and began to make her way back down the slope, her mind made up. This bountiful island she had been carried to by chance was her home for now, and she was not inclined to leave it anytime soon.

As time passed, Sylvia's insatiable appetite led her to devour virtually every living thing on the island. Her hunting tactics became increasingly efficient as she targeted the herbivores that had carelessly wandered off from their relative safety in numbers, isolating themselves for Sylvia's convenience. With slow, deliberate movements, she would stalk her prey, her massive bulk hardly a hindrance as she simply waited for the perfect moment to strike.

The overconfident predatory birds proved to be even easier prey for Sylvia, their aggressive displays only serving to make themselves more vulnerable to her voracious appetite. Boldly standing in her path, they would screech aggressively, believing they could scare off this strange competitor. Yet, Sylvia remained unfazed by their futile attempts at intimidation, nonchalantly snacking on them every single time they dared to challenge her.

As Sylvia continued to feast on the island's inhabitants, her already excessive weight began to rapidly increase. The fat on her body swelled to even greater proportions, each part of her anatomy expanding with each passing day. Her belly, once merely round, now ballooned into an immense mass of blubber, sagging heavily against the ground as she moved. Sylvia's chins and neck were now lost beneath layers of blubber that spilled over one another in a cascade of excess, quivering with each labored breath as she struggled to even support the weight of her fat swaddled head. Thick rolls of fat enveloped her limbs, their movements slow and labored as she dragged herself forward, the flabby folds quivering with each ponderous stride, impeding her progress with their sheer mass. Her rear and tail became engulfed in even more layers of bulging adipose tissue, starting to sag downwards under the influence of gravity.

Despite her declining physical fitness, Sylvia remained quite capable of hunting, thanks to the island's inhabitants being so easy to consume. Her mobility and stamina continued to decrease, her movements becoming slower and more laborious with each passing day. Heavy breathing accompanied even the slightest exertion, her muscles trembling under the strain of her increasingly cumbersome body. Each movement was accompanied by the exaggerated sway and jiggle of her ample fat reserves. Yet, none of these challenges deterred Sylvia from her relentless pursuit of food. With each meal, she grew larger and more lethargic, her once sleek physique now a mere distant memory.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, Sylvia's insatiable appetite had decimated the once plentiful populations of herbivores and aggressive birds on the island. With each meal, her already excessive weight continued to balloon, making it increasingly difficult for her to move her blubbery frame across the terrain. Her massive, sagging gut dragged more heavily on the ground with each feast, beginning to leave deep furrows in the soil as she trudged along in search of her next meal.

Despite her diminishing mobility and laughable stamina, Sylvia persisted in her relentless quest for calories. She spent her days sluggishly dragging herself around the island, her ponderous movements accompanied by labored breathing and the rhythmic jiggling of her immense fat deposits. But as time passed, she began to notice a troubling trend, the island’s prey animals were growing scarcer with each passing day.

One fateful day, after an extensive search that left her panting and exhausted, Sylvia realized with a sinking feeling in her oversized belly that there was not a single prey animal left on the island that she had not consumed. The rich hunting ground had been depleted, its resources exhausted by her insatiable hunger.

With a heavy heart and an even heavier body, Sylvia knew that it was time to move on in search of greener pastures. Instinctively, she turned her gaze towards the other island she had noticed months ago on the horizon, where the shimmering sea beckoned her with the promise of new hunting grounds and fresh prey to sate her ravenous appetite. And so, with a determined grunt and a reluctant gait that was now more of a drag than a waddle, Sylvia set off on a new journey, leaving behind the barren island that had briefly been her paradise.

As Sylvia eased her massive body into the cool, welcoming embrace of the ocean, she felt a momentary sense of relief wash over her. The buoyancy of the water lifted the weight of her immense body, providing a temporary respite from the constant burden of her excessive lard. For a brief moment, she reveled in the sensation of weightlessness, her bloated form floating almost effortlessly in the the water.

However, her moment of bliss was short lived.

As Sylvia began to propel herself forward with sluggish strokes of her flabby limbs, she quickly realized that swimming was much more strenuous and inefficient than she remembered. The added bulk of her swollen body created immense resistance against the water, making each movement feel like an uphill battle. Her atrophied muscles protested against the strain, trembling with exertion as she struggled to propel her massive frame through the water.

With each labored stroke, Sylvia felt the familiar sensation of fatigue creeping into her limbs. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving and heart pounding with the sudden exercise. Despite her best efforts, she found herself making painfully slow progress, the distance to the island ahead seeming to stretch endlessly before her.

As Sylvia continued to labor against the relentless current, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for leaving the safety of her island sanctuary. The open ocean loomed vast and intimidating around her, its depths holding untold dangers and uncertainties. But driven by her insatiable hunger and the promise of new hunting grounds, Sylvia pressed on, her determination to find more calories outweighing the physical toll of her exhausting journey.

As Sylvia embarked on her journey through the vast expanse of the ocean, every movement felt like a monumental struggle against the relentless currents. Her massive bulk created immense resistance against the water, forcing her to exert herself with every sluggish stroke of her flabby limbs. Each movement sent ripples cascading through the water, betraying the sheer effort it took for her to propel her bloated body forward.

With each labored breath, Sylvia felt the weight of her excessive fat pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to draw in air. Her lungs burned with exertion, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she fought to maintain her momentum. Despite her best efforts, she found herself making painfully slow progress, the distant horizon seeming to taunt her with its unreachable distance.

The once tranquil waters now seemed to conspire against Sylvia, their currents pulling her in unpredictable directions and making her journey even more arduous. Each wave crashed against her with relentless force, threatening to push her off course and drag her beneath the surface. Sylvia struggled to maintain her balance, her massive body bobbing unsteadily in the churning waters as she fought to stay afloat.

As the hours stretched into what felt like an eternity, Sylvia's strength began to wane, her muscles protesting against the relentless strain of her exertions. Every movement sent waves of fatigue coursing through her limbs, her flabby flesh trembling with the effort of her struggle. Despite her best efforts to push onward, she felt herself being dragged down by the weight of her own body, her progress grinding to a sluggish crawl.

With each passing moment, Sylvia's resolve began to falter, her determination waning in the face of overwhelming exhaustion. Every stroke of her flabby limbs felt like a Herculean effort, every breath a struggle against the crushing weight of her own body, even while mostly supported by water.

As Sylvia's tired eyes scanned the vast expanse of the ocean, her vision obscured by the rolls of fat that surrounded her, she caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. A sharp surge of adrenaline shot through her bloated body as she realized what she was seeing—a triangular grey fin slicing through the water with effortless grace.

With renewed determination, Sylvia began to paddle more vigorously than before, her flabby limbs churning through the water with newfound urgency. Despite the protests of her exhausted muscles, she pushed herself to move faster, driven by the sight of her potential savior.

As she splashed through the waves at a slightly less sluggish pace, Sylvia could feel the eyes of the Megalodon upon her. The massive predator circled around her curiously, its sleek form contrasting sharply with Sylvia's round, blubbery figure. For a moment, the Megalodon seemed unsure of what to make of the absurd sight before it, confused by the spectacle of something so round and cumbersome thrashing about in its domain.

As Sylvia entered the relatively shallow water near the island, her heart pounded with a mixture of exhaustion and fear. Just as she began to feel the sandy bottom scrape against her bloated belly, a sudden shift in the water caught her attention. With a jolt of terror, she realized that the Megalodon's curious demeanor had abruptly transformed into one of aggression.

The prehistoric predator surged forward with astonishing speed, its massive jaws gaping wide to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight. Sylvia's heart raced as she frantically paddled, her flabby limbs churning through the water in a desperate bid for survival.

With a surge of adrenaline-fueled strength, Sylvia summoned every ounce of remaining energy and propelled herself forward with one final, desperate effort. The Megalodon's menacing form loomed ever closer, its jaws mere inches from her trembling body as she reached water too shallow for the massive predator to follow.

With a burst of determination, Sylvia hauled her blubbery body onto the sandy shore, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she collapsed onto the safety of the soft warm sand. The Megalodon, unable to pursue its prey into the shallow water, circled around the shoreline a few times before turning and retreating to the safety of the deeper ocean.

Exhausted but relieved, Sylvia lay on the sandy beach, her massive form heaving with the exertion of another narrow escape.

As months passed on the second island, Sylvia's life fell into a familiar pattern of gluttony and lethargy. With no natural predators to challenge her dominance, she indulged her insatiable appetite without restraint, feasting on the defenseless island creatures that had become her primary source of sustenance.

With each passing day, Sylvia's already excessive weight continued to balloon to unprecedented levels. Thick layers of blubber accumulated on every part of her body, transforming her into a bloated caricature of her former self. Her neck continued to disappear beneath multiple rolls of fat, with cheeks that obscured her vision and made even eating a laborious effort.

Her sagging belly, swollen to massive proportions from months of overindulgence, dragged heavily against the ground as she moved, leaving deep furrows in the sand in her wake. Rolls of flab cascaded down her sides, jiggling with each sluggish step she took, while her stubby legs struggled to support the immense weight of her bloated frame.

Even her tail had become encased in layers of blubber so thick they rendered it virtually useless. Now, Sylvia found herself reduced to scooting clumsily across the ground like a stranded sea turtle, her movements slow and labored.

Despite her dwindling mobility, Sylvia continued to gorge herself on the island's inhabitants with reckless abandon, her voracious appetite driving her to consume anything and everything in her path.

As Sylvia lay sprawled beneath the shade of the palm trees, her massive form cast a long shadow across the soft sand beneath her. Her globular gut protruded out in front of her, its immense weight causing the sand to yield and mold to its contours. Each rise and fall of her labored breathing sent ripples cascading through the layers of blubber that encased her body.

In her slumber, Sylvia was oblivious to the world around her, lost in the depths of a dreamless sleep. But her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sensation of tiny feet skittering across her blubbery belly, each hop and step sinking deep into the yielding lard with a soft slap. With a grunt, Sylvia stirred from her sleep, her heavy eyelids fluttering open to reveal small slits of tired, bleary eyes.

Groaning with effort, Sylvia craned her flabby neck, straining against the weight of her multiple neck rolls that limited her head's range of motion. Slowly, she maneuvered her head to get a better view of the intruder who had dared disturb her rest. As her gaze settled on the tiny creature scaling her abdomen, she let out a low rumble of irritation.

To her surprise, the intruder was a tiny, young tyrannosaurus, its small frame adorned with fuzzy baby feathers. The sight of the vulnerable creature inspired only hunger from Sylvia, stirring her from her lethargy and igniting a flicker of predatory instincts within her bloated belly.

With sluggish determination, Sylvia maneuvered her head closer, her jaws gaping wide in anticipation of the imminent feast. But as she lunged forward to snap at the tiny tyrannosaur, her movements were slow and clumsy, her blubbery body struggling to coordinate the effort.

With a squeak of terror, the young tyrannosaur darted out of reach, its tiny feet scrambling across Sylvia's blubbery belly as it made its escape. As it disappeared into the underbrush, its panicked chirps echoed through the air, a testament to its narrow escape from the jaws of the fearsome predator.

Exhausted from the brief exertion, Sylvia allowed her heavy eyelids to droop shut once more, her bloated form sinking back into the soft embrace of the sand. With a contented sigh, she settled back into her slumber, the brief interruption forgotten as she drifted back into the depths of her dreams.As Sylvia basked in the warmth of the tropical sun, her heavy eyelids fluttered shut, and she sank deeper into the soft embrace of her sandy resting place.

Unbeknownst to Sylvia this Island was regularly visited by a family of tyrannosaurs who made the relatively short swim from the mainland to this secluded place so they could teach their young to hunt in a safe environment. And she had just disturbed that peace.

The tranquility of the moment was shattered by a deafening roar, so deep and resonant that Sylvia could feel the vibrations coursing through the ground beneath her.

Startled from her slumber, Sylvia's eyes snapped open, wide with panic. With a jolt, she attempted to haul her immense body to its feet, but her lard laden frame proved uncooperative. With each attempt, she floundered and stumbled, her engorged belly hindering her efforts as it sagged heavily against the sand.

Desperation flooded through Sylvia as she struggled against the weight of her own body. With a final surge of determination, she managed to get her thick, flabby legs in a position with enough leverage and heave herself into an upright stance, her massive form swaying unsteadily as she mostly rested on her own gut and fought to maintain her balance.

Not a moment later, her gaze was met by the sight of two large, muscular, and furious tyrannosaurs crashing through the treeline, their bellowing roars echoing through the air. Behind the parents trailed three tiny tyrannosaur chicks, their timid chirps a stark contrast to the thunderous roar of their parents.

Sylvia's heart pounded in her chest as she faced the approaching threat, her sluggish movements betraying her growing sense of panic. With a heavy gulp, she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing that her bloated body and dwindling mobility would offer little protection against the fury of the enraged tyrannosaurs.

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Sylvia knew she had to act fast. With painstaking effort, she laboriously turned her massive body, each movement sending ripples cascading through the layers of blubber that encased her frame. With a grunt of exertion, she began to scoot across the soft sand, her ponderous bulk inching forward with agonizing slowness.

The angry bellowing of the tyrannosaurs grew louder behind her, spurring Sylvia on as she pushed herself to her limits. Her sagging belly dragged heavily against the ground, leaving deep furrows in the sand as she strained to gain precious inches with each lumbering movement.

Despite her best efforts, the tyrannosaurs drew nearer with each passing moment, their thunderous footfalls echoing through the air. Sylvia could feel the ground trembling beneath her as they closed the distance, their towering forms casting long shadows over the beach.

With a surge of panic, Sylvia redoubled her efforts, her sluggish gait faltering as she pushed herself to move faster. But even as she strained against the weight of her own body, the tyrannosaurs closed in, their enraged roars reverberating through the air.

Just as it seemed they would catch her, Sylvia felt the cool touch of water lapping against her feet. With a surge of relief, she realized she had reached the safety of the shallows. The tyrannosaurs, sensing the change in terrain, came to a stop once the water was ankle deep, their fierce gaze fixed firmly on Sylvia.

For a moment, the two parties stood locked in a tense standoff, the tyrannosaurs eyeing Sylvia warily as she huddled in the shallows. With a final bellow of warning, the tyrannosaurs turned and retreated back into the safety of the treeline, satisfied that they had protected their young and made their territorial claim known.

As Sylvia watched them disappear into the dense foliage, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. She had narrowly escaped the clutches of more enraged predators, but she knew that she would need to move on if she hoped to survive in this hostile new environment. With a heavy sigh, she settled back into the water, her bloated body buoyed by the gentle embrace of the sea as she contemplated her next move.

With a weary sigh, Sylvia pushed herself further away from the safety of the island's shore, the water stretching out before her like an endless expanse of uncertainty. Each sluggish movement sent waves rippling through the water, mirroring the waves rippling through her blubber, the sound of her heavy breathing mingling with the gentle lapping of the ocean against her flabby sides.

As she began her laborious swim, Sylvia could feel the weight of her own body pressing down on her, the layers of fat that encased her frame making every stroke a monumental effort. Her limbs felt heavy and sluggish, protesting against the strain of the exertion as she propelled herself through the water.

With each paddle of her flabby legs, Sylvia could feel the excess fat on her body shifting and jiggling, the rolls of blubber wobbling vigorously with each movement. Her sagging belly bulged out beneath her, dragging in the water like an anchor as she struggled to maintain her course.

Despite her best efforts, Sylvia's progress was agonizingly slow. Each stroke seemed to take an eternity, her muscles trembling with fatigue as she fought against the resistance of the water. Occasionally, she would catch sight of aquatic predators lurking in the distance, their sleek forms gliding effortlessly through the water, but thankfully, none of them seemed interested in harassing her on her journey. Sylvia was left to struggle alone, her only companions the endless expanse of water and the weight of her own body bearing down upon her.

The moment Sylvia's webbed feet touched the sandy bottom of the familiar shore, relief washed over her like a tidal wave. With a final surge of energy, she propelled herself forward, her blubbery body heaving as she struggled to haul herself out of the water and onto the soft sand. Each movement sent tremors through her massive frame, the weight of her own body bearing down on her with crushing force.

With a weary groan, Sylvia collapsed onto the beach, her globular gut bulging around her before her like a blob of blubber. The sand shifted beneath her weight, molding to the contours of her obese form as she sank into its soft embrace. For a moment, she allowed herself to savor the sensation of rest, the exhaustion of her long journey washing over her like a tide.

However, her respite was short lived. A challenging roar echoed across the beach, jolting Sylvia from her moment of rest. She knew that roar all too well, it was the tyrannosaurus she had clashed with for dominance of this coastline many months ago. But now, there was something different about it. It sounded deeper, more confident, and somewhat fat clogged and wheezing like her own bellow had become.

With a sense of determination burning within her, Sylvia roused herself from the sand, her flabby limbs quivering with exertion as she struggled to regain her footing. With each scoot forwards, she could feel the weight of her own body pressing down on her, the layers of fat that encased her frame making each movement a Herculean effort.

But despite the strain, Sylvia pressed onward, her gaze fixed on the source of the challenging roar. With a steely resolve, she began to drag her blubbery body across the beach, the sand shifting beneath her as she moved. Each step sent more waves of exhaustion coursing through her, but she refused to falter. She had come too far to turn back now.

As she drew closer to her rival, Sylvia could feel the tension crackling in the air like electricity. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, until finally, she stood face to face with the tyrannosaurus that had once challenged her for dominance of this bountiful territory.

With a defiant roar, Sylvia squared her shoulders, her flabby form trembling with exertion as she prepared to face her opponent once again. Whatever the outcome, she was determined to fight for her place in this land, no matter the cost.

70 Million years later

As the paleontologists gathered around the table, animated discussion filled the room. Papers were scattered across the surface, each one proposing a different theory on the sudden extinction of certain prehistoric island species.

"I still believe it was a drastic change in climate that led to their demise," one paleontologist argued, gesturing emphatically at a graph projected on the wall.

"Climate change alone couldn't have caused such a rapid extinction event," another countered. "There must have been some external factor at play."

At that moment, a third paleontologist spoke up, his voice tinged with excitement. "What about the theory of the two-legged crocodiles? They were said to be ferocious hunters, preying on the dwarf triceratops and terror birds."

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at him, eyebrows raised in skepticism.

It's a legitimate theory! There's evidence to suggest that these creatures roamed the islands, leaving behind fossilized tracks and drag marks that match those of a predator."

"Come on, that sounds like something out of a fantasy novel," another scientist chimed in.

"Well, actually," the first paleontologist interjected, "there's a recent study that suggests those tracks might not belong to a crocodile at all."

The group leaned in, intrigued.

"It turns out that the fossilized tracks and drag marks match those that could have been left by a particularly... rotund dinosaur," the first paleontologist explained hesitantly.

A ripple of laughter swept through the room as the absurdity of the idea sank in.

"You mean to tell me," one paleontologist chuckled, "that these fearsome two-legged crocodiles were actually just chubby dinosaurs waddling around the island?"

“Yeah right! Those two legged crocodiles were so ferocious they hunted the rare prehistoric dwarf triceratops and island terror bird to extinction. How could that have possibly been an obese, belly dragging dinosaur?” Asked another.

“Besides, there are fossilized two legged croc tracks in at least two different locations, with very similar features.” Another chimed in, unaware that even Sylvia and Roberta’s feet had become so plump they obscured any possible distinguishing features between their two species. “They have to be real!”

The room erupted into laughter, but the paleontologists continued to debate, unaware of just how rotund the creatures they ridiculed really were.


If you read all of this, thanks
and goodbye, dino verse, I will miss working on these a lot