#eggification

Luchino was nearing the end of his already permanently frayed rope. They were lucky to be getting a tie, and it was all because of the beanpole he’d been paired with. Jack had been complaining that he was tired and sore, wanting to just go friendly. Barely pulled his weight all match. He’d need to give that damn killer a good lecture after this…

The hunter’s stomach gave a low rumble. Maybe he could wait until after lunch to give Jack a firm talking-to. He flicked his forked tongue, trying to pick up any recent traces of a survivor. All he tasted was the Ripper’s scent. It was oddly enticing, perhaps a new perfume or cologne? It made him smell a bit sweet, mostly savory. Yes, Jack had a lovely scent, like juicy, roasted fowl.

Luchino’s stomach growled again as he weighed his options. There were four survivors and three ciphers left. He’d prefer not to get a tie, but was doubtful that they’d manage one more kill. And this way, he’d get an easy lunch and a way to punish Jack. And while his shoulders are a bit broad, that long body of his would slide nicely down the Reptilian’s throat, filling up his hungry gut.

The fog around Jack dispersed as he approached a phone booth. He was completely oblivious to the lizard creeping closer on all fours. While he was distracted, Luchino pounced and grasped his slim waist with his clawed hands. Within the few moments it took for Jack to freeze from shock, Luchino had engulfed his head and started swallowing. The Ripper tasted just as delicious as he smelled. He purred, his long tongue eagerly tasting his catch.

Jack furiously kicked his legs. One minute he’d been winding up the phone box for a pill, the next second he was being squeezed down a tight, slick gullet! There was no way a survivor could do this…that damned lizard was just asking to get his tail sliced off! His head soon popped into the stomach though, his shoulders and chest soon following. The Ripper’s upper half landed inside with a splash.

“Luchino! What the hell?!” he cried. “Spit me out, you miserable iguana!” Jack’s legs soon followed, the stomach squeezing around him. Fluids were already seeping into the gooey pouch, the churning covering him in tingling fluids. He tried to claw at the walls, but they were squishing him too hard.

“I don’t think you’re in the right position to be insulting me,” he said with a chuckle. “This should teach you a lesson.” Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the survivors staring as they took a crowbar to the entrance to the dungeon. Their wide eyes reflected horror and a bit of relief. One of them was blushing, fidgeting uncomfortably. Luchino would keep an eye on that one.

With a loud belch, the Reptilian curled up around his wriggling stomach. It shrunk down over time, the struggles and indignant shouts fading. There was a loud gurgle as his now soupy meal drained into his intestines. Luchino chuckled and got up to head to his room. He had a hunter to drop off.

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A smooth egg laid in a pile of blankets. The thin layer of glistening slime had dried a while ago, leaving the rather large egg to sit there and wait. The reformation process wasn’t too long, but it would take a little while for the hunter inside to regain his strength. A soft tapping sound came from inside the egg, gradually growing louder before a claw poked through.

Jack peeled away the eggshell, gasping and squinting at the light as he hatched. The absolute nerve of that reptile! Couldn’t even let him wake up in the Manor’s reformation chamber! He kicked away the pieces of shell and glared at the hunter laying next to him. Luchino’s tail and butt had gained a noticeable amount of weight.

“You! I can’t believe you’d do that to me! I can’t find the words to-!” Jack scolded, only to freeze when the lizard got up. He chuffed and turned around, hovering his thickened ass over the killer’s face before sitting down. Luchino grinned at his thrashing, his tail wagging. Jack’s face was wedged quite nicely between his cheeks, the struggling almost like a massage.