The gryphon screeches as it pounces towards you, and put you put your hands out to try to stop it, hundreds of pounds of large gryphon knocking you flat on your back with one hand on either half of the beak that hangs wide-open over top of you! Standing over top of your prone body, the gryphon pushes down with its beak, heated breath huffing out against your face as you stare into the deep, fleshy abyss at the back of its maw. Your arms shake with exertion as the gryphon leans more weight into the push, and you start losing ground inches at a time, warm drips of drool raining down on your face as the hungry gryphon's beak slides down around your head.. Eventually, the gryphon breaks your resistance, and before you can scream down below for help, your entire upper body is engulfed in the gryphon's slimy gullet, legs thumping against its lower belly as you muffledly cry out. The gryphon tosses its head back to pull your legs out from underneath it and takes a gulp, bringing your hips into its beak, tucking its tongue up between your legs to push you back as it takes a long swallow, your body slithering down into the slimy depths of the bird..


You are inside the gryphon's stomach.
You are trapped inside stomach walls.
You can go up.
You come to rest down behind the hind legs of the gryphon, loosely curled in a stomach that seems loose enough that it could handle two people your size. With your weight resting inside, there's a slight dip to hold your weight up, like you're being cushioned from underneath while the walls wrap up like a blanket around you. Not quite realizing what just went on, not comprehending the fact that you were just swallowed whole and alive, you blindly move about inside the stomach for a few moments before there's a sharp tugging at your back. You sit for a moment...then remember the climbing harness attached to you, and the rope attached to it! You start pulling on it, trying to communicate to the goanna down below you that something's happened, but after a sudden snapping noise, the rope goes slack, and you pull a frayed end down into the belly with you. Gryphon had the same idea you did, and now it's heading back into its cave to enjoy its meal..

You can't help but notice at this point that the walls are feeling wetter, aside from the initial squish whenever you'd wiggle against them. No, there was definite wetness seeping in there now, you could feel it collecting slightly around the bottom-most parts of your body, like the stomach was a bathtub slowly filling with water.. If only the liquids in the stomach were water, though. No, these were digestive juices, potent as anything, and your clothing was rapidly deteriorating off of your body. You try and stand to avoid laying in the stuff, massively leaning over with your back pressed against the top of the stomach, but you can already feel the acids itching and burning at your lower legs and feet..

And then the gryphon decides to sprawl out on its side. Everything twists to the side and you're thrown off-balance, the stomach squeezing in tighter around you as a belch robs the stomach of both air and space to move, the acids rolling up over your body in a wave before settling down at the bottom of the stomach again. You gasp out in pain as your bare skin itches and burns everywhere the acid touched, now frantically pushing at the confining stomach walls around you. This trip down into a gryphon's stomach suddenly has a lot more real danger behind it. You try to fight your way through the mounting pain as your skin gurgles away, making the gryphon's stomach thump from the outside from beating on it with your fists, your lungs feeling raw and dry as you scream out for help.. The gryphon preens its wings as you digest alive inside it, eventually sinking down into a pain-filled, oxygen-starved sleep.

After an hour or two of sleeping, the gryphon's effencient digestive system has worked you over completely. No more solid matter in the gryphon's stomach, there was just a slight paunch there, evidence of the fat you'd be leaving behind. The rest of your body was a nutritious, thick soup being filtered by the gryphon's intestines to give it fuel for the next few day's hunts. You'd fed it well, to be sure, it probably could take the next day cleaning up its den and picking through old bones for the marrow inside. Speaking of which, some of your bones were about to make a re-entrance into the world, specifically, by being squeezed out from between the gryphon's tailhole. Off in the corner of its den, it deposits several long pieces of scat, each comprised of the solid waste left over from digesting the meat of your body, and all the various bones of your body, all packed together in a pile of gryphon poo. Some time later, the gryphon throws up your harness.

=You accidentaly found a gryphon den, and have been lost to the funfair=

=GAME OVER=

The gryphon screeches as it pounces towards you, and put you put your hands out to try to stop it, hundreds of pounds of large gryphon knocking you flat on your back with one hand on either half of the beak that hangs wide-open over top of you! Standing over top of your prone body, the gryphon pushes down with its beak, heated breath huffing out against your face as you stare into the deep, fleshy abyss at the back of its maw. Your arms shake with exertion as the gryphon leans more weight into the push, and you start losing ground inches at a time, warm drips of drool raining down on your face as the hungry gryphon's beak slides down around your head.. Eventually, the gryphon breaks your resistance, and before you can scream down below for help, your entire upper body is engulfed in the gryphon's slimy gullet, legs thumping against its lower belly as you muffledly cry out. The gryphon tosses its head back to pull your legs out from underneath it and takes a gulp, bringing your hips into its beak, tucking its tongue up between your legs to push you back as it takes a long swallow, your body slithering down into the slimy depths of the bird..


You are inside the gryphon's stomach.
You are trapped inside stomach walls.
You can go up.
You come to rest down behind the hind legs of the gryphon, loosely curled in a stomach that seems loose enough that it could handle two people your size. With your weight resting inside, there's a slight dip to hold your weight up, like you're being cushioned from underneath while the walls wrap up like a blanket around you. Not quite realizing what just went on, not comprehending the fact that you were just swallowed whole and alive, you blindly move about inside the stomach for a few moments before there's a sharp tugging at your back. You sit for a moment...then remember the climbing harness attached to you, and the rope attached to it! You start pulling on it, trying to communicate to the goanna down below you that something's happened, but after a sudden snapping noise, the rope goes slack, and you pull a frayed end down into the belly with you. Gryphon had the same idea you did, and now it's heading back into its cave to enjoy its meal..

> go up
You cannot get back up the gryphon's throat by yourself. Maybe if you could wiggle enough to make him sick..

> squirm against stomach walls
You hear a long sigh as you kick the back of the stomach.

> squirm against stomach walls
You try and shift positions inside the stomach, but just slip against the walls. You hear a huff from the gryphon.

> squirm against stomach walls
The air slowly feels more and more overbearingly hot as you spend more time inside the gryphon, and you taste the gryphon's last meal on your tongue every time you breath. You get the feeling the last meal was fish.

> go up
You cannot get back up the gryphon's throat by yourself. Maybe if you could wiggle enough to make him sick..

As time goes on, you can't help but notice a growing pool of liquid at the bottom of the stomach. It's a subtle increase, to be sure, but when your lower extremities start tingling as if they'd fallen asleep, and you move around only to hear acids sloshing around with you, it's kind of hard not to notice. Your clothing is already falling apart as the acids eat through it, and your skin gets a crawling sort of itching feeling on it wherever the liquids touch.. You try and raise yourself out of the growing pool, but the gryphon unknowingly thwarts your efforts by deciding to sprawl on its side, making you slide about inside the stomach while the acids wash up over top of you.

Now growing frantic as there's a deep growl of hunger around you, you push and shove against the stomach walls, pressing against the gryphon thigh that rests slightly over top of you. From the outside, you at least make nice bulges squirming about inside the gryphon's stomach. Unfortunately for you, though, it was no use, you were doomed from the moment you got into the gryphon's stomach. The gryphon casually preens at its forepaw, licking the bits of taste off of its talons as its stomach kicks, twitches, and eventually, stops. Over the next hour or so, the gryphon will sleep, while its stomach diminishes in size as your unconscious body is gurgled like any other of a gryphon's meals would be.

When the gryphon wakes up later, the only things left in its stomach is a little bit of the rich mush you helped create, and the climbing harness that it'll be throwing up later. There's a little fat there, but there's also a little more fat around the rest of its body as well, the signs of a good meal and a problem-less digestion. The gryphon stretches out, then wanders around its den for a few moments, before finding a back corner to dump your remains in. It'll pick the bones out later.

=You accidentaly found a gryphon den, and have been lost to the funfair=

=GAME OVER=

You are inside the gryphon's stomach.
You are trapped inside stomach walls.
You can go up.
You come to rest down behind the hind legs of the gryphon, loosely curled in a stomach that seems loose enough that it could handle two people your size. With your weight resting inside, there's a slight dip to hold your weight up, like you're being cushioned from underneath while the walls wrap up like a blanket around you. Not quite realizing what just went on, not comprehending the fact that you were just swallowed whole and alive, you blindly move about inside the stomach for a few moments before there's a sharp tugging at your back. You sit for a moment...then remember the climbing harness attached to you, and the rope attached to it! You start pulling on it, trying to communicate to the goanna down below you that something's happened, but after a sudden snapping noise, the rope goes slack, and you pull a frayed end down into the belly with you. Gryphon had the same idea you did, and now it's heading back into its cave to enjoy its meal..

> squirm against stomach walls
The gryphon streeeeeetches out, sporting a handsome paunch that shifts every so often as you try to squirm for freedom.

> squirm against stomach walls
You hear a warm rumbling as you push at the walls....and it's hard to tell whether that's the stomach grumbling or the gryphon enjoying a full belly.

> squirm against stomach walls
Your desperate squirms seem rather pointless, you're not sure you're doing anything except massaging the gryphon's stomach. The low rrrling growls of pleasure you hear don't give any evidence against this.

> squirm against stomach walls
You hear a low rumble from the gryphon as it enjoys your body rubbing against the inside of its stomach. A taloned foot rubs at the bottom of the stomach.

After a good few minutes of what you'd hoped were noteworthy squirms, the gryphon puts an end to your resistance by sitting down heavily, leaning back on its rump and pushing down at its belly with both forepaws. You're forced into a tighter ball from the weight of the rubbing from the outside, the gryphon thighs on either side of you, and the hard cave floor below, and while you flusteredly kick underneath the onslaught of pushing, kneading, and massaging, eventually you have to take a breather. The gryphon keeps it its end for quite some time, though, smooshing your body into the folds of its stomach, and you hear an irritated growling as your squirms cease. Afraid of something happening, you squirm again, and the growling turns into a low rrrhl.

Thinking you're getting the idea, instead of squirming about, you put both hands against the slimy stomach walls, and rub gently down them. -That- gest a reaction; almost immediately, the gryphon stops pushing you around its belly, and shudders from head to toe. As you keep rubbing, the gryphon's rrhling grow louder, like some sort of guttural purring. You try to get your whole body into the rubbing as the gryphon starts lazily walking again, leaning to one side and pressing out with your shoulder, planting a foot on the outside to slowly streeeetch out the belly before relaxing again, repeating the procedure for the other side before slumping back down into the bottom of the stomach and stroking along the bottom. The gryphon's breathing grows steadily huskier.

Unfortunately, though you're pleasing the gryphon, it doesn't seem like it's going to be letting you go any time soon. Instead, the stomach grows much tighter as the gryphon flumps out to rest, nearly laying down around you. Its weight presses all around you, to the point where you can feel the little twitches of its leg against the stomach while you keep rubbing. With its stomach occupant finally cooperating, the gryphon is much happier to simply keep you inside its belly and get as many rubbings as it could. Its tail whips back and forth on the cave floor, while its tongue sticks out in as best of a lusty grin as it can manage. Maybe it'll let you out tomorrow. But for now, it's planning to rest for a little while and just enjoy having you inside it.

=You accidentaly found a gryphon den, and have been lost to the funfair=

=GAME OVER=