sox: *Having successfully picked the door's lock, the thief slipped inside seemingly undetected and closed the door behind him. Looking around at the deserted lab, he rubbed his hands together and smirked. "Perfect, this'll do nicely..." He said to himself, unaware he was being watched...*
udk115v2: He would hear a little femy like "ahem"  to the side of him, as something steps from the shadows, right in front of him. In front of himbe a rather curvy creature of myth, an anthro, female deathclaw, with a decent enough rack and rear, pushing out the chest and skirt part of her maid outfit. "Something tells me you're not part of the staff." She says, picking him up by the collar.
sox: "H-Hey! Lemme go!" He yelped, squirming around in the deathclaw's grip, desperately trying to wiggle out of her grip. He looked fearfully up at her as he made a grab for his pistol, only to look down and find it on the floor. "S...Shit...."
udk115v2: She giggles, and raises him by one leg. "Didn't even have to dearm you myself, you imcompent fool. Hope you enjoy digestion." She says, opening her maw wide, her rancid digested meat breathing over the thief's face, before she dropped Sox into her gullet, head first, and begins to swallow hard.
sox: "Mmmph!!" He writhes around in the creature's throat, slowly but surely slipping deeper into her, soon to arrive in her stomach. His yells and protests become muffled by the inside of the deathclaw's maw as he descends.
udk115v2: She keeps swallowing, soon her scaly gut bulging out with his form, his outline seen in her gut. "He he he. Well, aren't ya a kicker.~" She says, patting her gut. "Bwwworrrp. Mmmph" She begins to walk about, cleaning the lab, sloshing her gut around, which already has started on Sox. Luckily it isn't too fast, or cause really any pain..though that also means, Sox gets to expeirence the last night of his life, inside of a gut.
sox: He grunts and pushes against the inside of the creature's belly, but to no avail. He eventually gives up, sloshing around inside the deathclaw as she idly cleans. Meanwhile, he's slowly transforming into a turd.
sox: "L-Let me out of here you bitch..."
udk115v2: She keeps cleaning, belching a bit more. "Oh. Such a foul mouth on you. Naughty, naughty." She plays which his face bulge a bit, pressing on his nose, as his clothes were torn apart, and started on his skin. "Boop. He he he.~" Sox still got a long way to go, before he would fully be sludge.
sox: "Mmph!" He fell back, splashing in the stomach fluids. "I-I hope I give you constipation, you f-freak!" He cried, still sloshing back and forth helplessly
udk115v2: "He he he. I'm sure you're make a single, nice turd.~ MMmmph. Also, you're going to make my ass so big. He he he. How do you like that idea huh? Just more ass flesh for me to sway about, and maybe help slide out other would be thiefs." She says, pressing onto her stomach, which further gurgles and churns.
sox: "H...Hmph..." He groans, imagining in detail a nice, fat turd sliding out between the deathclaw's jiggling buttcheeks. "Y-You wish... I'll probably hardly add anything..." He protested, his speech starting to slur.
udk115v2: She giggles, rubbing and kneading into her softening gut, leaning over and slightly raising her tail, his clothes being sharted out with a bit of a *frrrrrt* , some strands of partially digested cloud, seen in the fart cloud. "He he he. You feel like clay now.~"
sox: The thief didn't reply, all the deathclaw heard was a slight churning and gurgling come from him. By now, he was almost completely shit! He continued sliding through the deathclaw's body, nearing his final exit point.
sox: (I may have to go soon)
udk115v2: She sighs softly, and pats her gut as it churns and gurgles, cracking and lewding squishing as it breaks the meal inside, the stomach fully rounding out into a perfect orb. The gut begins to shrink down, flattening out as Sox's remains were equally flowed through her bowels,any nurtients and liquids that can be taken up, were taken up. Her belly and breasts groes a few inches, but her ass grows more than half a foot, pushing out her skirt part of her maid outfit greatly. She says her hips, giggling as the fat Sox became jiggles about. In protest from beyond the grave it seems, the now ass fat sox lets out a squeaky toot, the deathclaw grunting. She runs to the bathroom for the lab, letting out a few more *frrrrts* before sitting on the toliet seat. She lifts her tail and her scaly cheeks spread, the recently fattened scaly ass starting to  spread, the cheeks spewing the thick crown of a turd, which begins to coil in the toliet. More and more of it leaves her, embedded in the sides were bits of Sox's cloth scraps, and seemingly his whole skeleton, starting at his toes! Though, as the logs leaves her, it's clear thoses bones are not where they used to be, mangled and corroded, snapped apart. It only serves as a grim reminder as it lightly sticks out of the turd, of what it used to be. Cracked ribs, feet, fingers, and toe bones, with a bit of his spine tickles her anus as it leaves her, embedded well in that long turd. She sighs softly, as with one last *ffrrrt*, the log fully leaves her, the crushed skull seen in the end, jawless, it's eye sockets full of shit. She wipes, chuckles, sways her ass a bit, and then flushes.