The Rampage - Part 08
And thus the conclusion to this day's rampage.
At least for now... doesn't take a beast that large too long to recharge!
Zilla boasted himself as an ecologically friendly beast, unable to bring himself to waste anything which could otherwise be used in some fashion. That fact was no different in this case, for after biting off the edge of a bus and dumping the people down into the shaft, he simply made sure to push the metal husk in as well. Many of those inside held onto their seats or standing bars, not for fear of going into the darkness, but simply out of herd-mentality to keep in their spots until arriving at whatever destination the bus was meant to go; truly the epiphany of passivity and uncaring to their surroundings. If nothing else they seemed to almost enjoy looking out the windows to the interior of the urethra, as if deeming it an exotic experience.
The urethral opening worked similarly to the anal entrance from earlier in that it widened just barely enough to allow the metal objects to be squeezed and pushed inside. It did happen to be at least a slight bit resistant, even with the slick walls helping aid these endeavors, and as such the shape of the buses were being warped. Even if some of the folk fell from the windows due to the slight bit of crushing taking place, they'd all end up in the same place, thanks once more to the perfectly shaped glans.
Instead of ramming just one single vehicle down the shaft, Zilla allowed the first to stick. It worked conveniently as a surface to push the next oncoming bus right against it, smashing the first one down entirely within the greedy grasp of the gaping urethra while allowing the next to follow suit. Despite being quick with his movements, wanting to gain the most out of every action, he showed a stunning level of control all things considering. To those around, they could even see the tip of the tongue poking out from his mouth in concentration. Everything else in the world was mute at this point, and his enjoyment above all.
After working through his first dozen of buses, a hand once more roamed in search for more. His panting rate increased as the newfound catch was raised up just like the ones from before, and the process repeated once again. A hefty bulge formed along the underside of his shaft and bloated out the sides as the amount of metal and bodies stacked due to how quickly he actually went about stuffing himself. He continued to do so for as long as the buses kept replenishing themselves. Due to how they kept right on coming to their depots and stops for their normally planned schedules, oblivious to their eventual outcome, the reptile found no reason to slow his intake.
Despite there being a never ending source for pleasure at his disposal, it came to the point that Zilla simply couldn't resist his inner urges any longer. With his shaft throbbing and vascularity becoming ever more apparent on the exposed tower of flesh, he let go of just one more bus that he managed to fit in before rolling back against the building he rested against. Roaring out with a burst of sudden bliss, the sheer force of his climax caused him to lose free will over his body.
So strong was the force of the erupting seed that it tore through the last bus he had been pushing into his member, creating a distinctly focused geyser of white liquid. Still, the shaft never relented of those metal carriages, ensuring that they never left his bulging shaft. Only a few of the people who had been caught inside the massive expanse of flesh were flung out with the overpowering tide. Leaning back, with a leg raised up to support his weight, his face at this point in time truly was the absolute epitome of happiness, and it was one he would be sure to exhibit more than once this day.