User:Voreflag/Vivacious-Vivi

In a world where creatures of mythical origins and anthropomorphic animals rule, there exists a high-stakes female modeling agency. At this agency, there is a little griffon named Corbin, who is tasked with an unusual job that no one else seems willing to do. He is small in size, but his bravado and sense of self-importance far exceed his physical stature. Corbin prides himself on his ability to brutally and forcefully assess the potential of models, exploring and analyzing them in the most invasive and unforgiving way possible.

In the dark corners of the modeling industry, an individual such as Corbin is invaluable. He is merciless, penetrating the tense orifices of the aging and exhausted models, diligently searching for any remaining value they may hold in the superficial world they inhabit. Once his assessment is complete, Corbin decides whether to order the larger, anthropomorphic females into the waiting, open beak of their griffon examiner or to allow them to continue working, only to inevitably wind up back in his tiny, impatient talons sooner or later.

The females he encounters know that there's no use in resisting the crude, intrusive exploration Corbin subjects them to. He has no sympathy for their plights, scorning any who fail to comply with grace and dignity, berating them for their lack of courage in facing the consequences of their dwindling worth.

One fateful day, in the harsh fluorescent light of the agency's back office, Corbin is scheduled to meet with an incredibly tall, broad-bodied jackal woman named Vivi. Vivi is famed for her stunning beauty, renowned for the delicate structure of her face and her voluptuous figure. Despite her aesthetic allure, her limited intellectual capacity has made her the subject of ridicule within the modeling world.

As Vivi strides into the room, her piercing, optimistic voice immediately grates on Corbin's already-taxed nerves. He bristles at her husky, cracking tone, internally dreading the impending confrontation between his cold professionalism and her naive enthusiasm. The inherent conflict between their personas promises to make for an interesting assessment of Vivi's future viability within the cutthroat industry they both serve.

Corbin, perched atop his oversized desk, watched as Vivi navigated the cramped confines of his office. Her sincere and guileless smile irritated the griffon to no end. With a curt nod and a flick of his tail, he motioned for the jackal woman to take a seat opposite him.

"Let's get this over with, shall we? Name and age, first," Corbin demanded, his voice dripping with disdain. His wings fanned out confidently as he mentally prepared himself for the arduous task ahead.

"Vivi, 26 years old!" she replied, her voice a mix of youthful exuberance and husky undertones that grated Corbin's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. The griffon shuddered, steeling himself for what was to come.

"And what makes you think you still have what it takes to succeed in this industry, Vivi?" Corbin inquired, peering down his beak at her.

Vivi's large, golden eyes sparkled as she earnestly responded, "Well, Mr. Corbin, I've always been passionate about modeling, and I believe I can still learn and grow as a model. Plus, my fans still love me!"

"A naive perspective," Corbin scoffed, "but expected, given your… reputation." He paused, scrutinizing Vivi's facial expression for any signs of offense or weakness. She seemed unfazed, her smile remaining intact.

Feeling the need to push further, Corbin continued, "You do realize that your physical attributes will only take you so far in this industry, don't you? Eventually, you'll need more than a pretty face and curves to succeed."

Vivi's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered, nodding in agreement. "I understand that, Mr. Corbin, but I'm always working to improve myself and become even better."

Corbin rolled his eyes, exasperated by Vivi's willful optimism. He hopped down from his desk, landing on his four paws with a thud, his wings fluttering to maintain balance.

"Fine, then. We'll proceed to the next phase of the assessment," Corbin declared, taking a few steps toward Vivi. "Stand up, please."

As Vivi obeyed, the diminutive griffon circled her, sizing up the formidable figure before him. With a flick of his feathered wings, he guided her toward the corner of his office, against the wall.

"Face the wall," he commanded, his voice tense with anticipation. "It's time for us to determine your true potential."

Vivi hesitated, casting a pleading glance at Corbin, but the griffon's steely gaze offered no solace. She turned to face the claustrophobic space, bracing herself for the notorious aspect of Corbin's assessment process she knew was imminent.

In that small, fluorescent-lit office, the stage was set for a clash of wills – a battle between the indomitable spirit of a young jackal and the merciless determination of a griffon tasked with preserving the ruthless standards of the modeling industry. Whatever the outcome, one thing was certain: neither Vivi's optimism nor Corbin's professionalism would emerge from the encounter unscathed.

Corbin narrowed his eyes and tensed his claws, ready to take control of the situation. He leaped up onto Vivi's broad, fluffy back, digging his sharp talons in just enough to remind her of the delicate balance they shared. The griffon's feathered wings enveloped her upper body, providing him with the necessary leverage to maintain his precarious perch.

"Stay still," Corbin hissed into Vivi's ear, the weight of his authority bearing down on her. He guided the disoriented jackal further into the corner, using his wings to press her muzzle firmly into the crook, ensuring that her vision was obscured.

Vivi's breath hitched, a sense of growing alarm bubbling up within her as Corbin's presence loomed above and behind her vulnerable figure. She felt the griffon shift slightly, positioning himself beneath her uplifted tail – a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Please," Vivi whispered, her voice wavering, "isn't there another way?"

Corbin responded with a cruel chuckle. "No, dear. This is the only way to discover your true worth. So, shall we proceed?"

With only a moment's hesitation, Vivi gave a quiet, resigned nod, her once-sparkling eyes now clouded with anxiety as she braced for the dreaded assessment.

Corbin, fully committed to his role as the merciless arbiter of value, began to drive home his intentions. The griffon's adept movements and unyielding conviction could not be swayed, even in the face of Vivi's unspoken plea.

Their interplay continued in the cramped office, the once-bright space now tinged with a palpable tension. Vivi's own resolve was pushed to its limits as Corbin proceeded with his harsh evaluation, the contrast between their two personalities highlighting the brutal reality of the industry they inhabited.

As Corbin's merciless knot forces its way into Vivi's quivering depths, his keen mind begins its dark questioning, probing the jackal woman's resolve and psyche as much as his member probes her quaking entrance. The air in the room grows heavy with a potent mix of fear and tension, hanging like a shroud over the trembling jackal and steely-eyed griffon.

"So, Vivi," Corbin starts, his voice low and dripping with disdain. "How long has it been since you began your sorry career with this agency? I want nothing less than the absolute truth."

Vivi, her breath catching in her throat, struggles to focus through the invasive examination. "I-I've been with the company for six years," she stammers, her eyes narrowing in pain.

Corbin's piercing gaze meets her eyes, daring her to falter or waver. "And how many other jobs have you been sent out for? How many times have you been passed over for fresh, more vibrant faces?" He feels the walls of her insides quivering around him, his grip on her tightening.

Vivi hesitates, beads of perspiration forming on her brow. "I…I've been sent out for countless jobs. Maybe h-hundreds, but I always give m-my best."

Corbin scoffs derisively. "Your best?" he retorts, his inquiry both physical and mental making Vivi wince. "Your best has led you here, to submit your worn, aging body to a judgment reserved for only the most desperate and depleted models. Are you proud of that?"

The walls of her core contract around the griffon as he feels her steeling herself against the waves of dread that threaten to engulf her. "N-no," she admits, trembling. "I'm not proud, but I-I still believe I have value."

Corbin savors the conflicting mixture of her defiance and vulnerability as he delivers his final, humiliating question. "So, in this moment, with your body under my control and your dignity hanging by a thread, do you truly believe you can face your destiny with honor, no matter the outcome?"

Vivi's chest heaves as she attempts to swallow her terror, searching within herself for any scrap of courage she can muster. Slowly, her voice emerges, still beset by the tremors which wrack her body but trembling with conviction as she musters her reply.

As Corbin's knot locked into place, he looked deeply into Vivi's eyes, searching for the smallest hint of uncertainty or insincerity. Her unwavering expression revealed a strange mix of emotions, including pain, fear, and determination. Despite the griffon's hard exterior, however, the briefest flicker of bemusement fluttered in his steely gaze – a subtle hint that Vivi's resilience was, perhaps, not entirely without merit.

"Cling to that belief, jackal," Corbin replied, his voice laced with a rare and fleeting hint of amusement. "For if you allow it to wither, you will truly have nothing left."

For what seemed like an eternity, they remained locked together – the griffon delivering his ruthless judgment while the hapless jackal clung to the last vestiges of her dignity. With each bitter critique and probing question, Corbin sought to break her spirit, all while assessing her worth in the merciless world they both called home.

Throughout the ordeal, Vivi fought for every ounce of self-respect, determined not to let the disdainful griffon shatter her self-belief. Time and time again, she found words of defiance and resilience, echoing weakly but still carrying a glimmer of hope.

Corbin, for his part, could not deny a growing sense of admiration for the young jackal's stubborn spirit. Despite the cruel and humiliating circumstances, she refused to be broken and continued to assert her value within the unforgiving world of modeling.

As their conversation continued, minutes stretching into hours, Corbin found himself inexorably drawn into the strange allure of Vivi's unyielding tenacity. While he would never admit it, the griffon could not bring himself to completely dismiss her potential, begrudgingly acknowledging that her spirit might just be an asset in a world that sought to tear her down at every turn.

At long last, the torturous interview reached its conclusion. Breathing heavily and clutching at the last strands of her dignity, Vivi awaited Corbin's final verdict with baited breath.

The griffon paused for a moment, carefully weighing the evidence before him.

Corbin's mind spun in circles as he struggled to reach a conclusion regarding Vivi's fate. He could not deny the admirable persistence displayed by the jackal woman, but nor could he shake the sense that she had already peaked and had little left to offer the fickle, cutthroat world of modeling. All the while, his sharp claws and talons gripped Vivi's plush fur, his feathered wings maintaining his precarious position atop her back and hips.

After a long and arduous silence, Corbin finally made a decision. "Vivi," he began, his voice carrying a note of reluctant compassion that surprised even himself, "I've decided to grant you some leniency. You have shown remarkable resilience under… duress, and I must admit, it has given me pause."

A look of relief and gratitude washed over Vivi's weary face, her body sagging beneath the weight of her reprieve. "Thank you, Mr. Corbin," she managed, her husky voice cracking with a mixture of exhaustion and overwhelming emotion.

But in that moment, as Vivi's voice once again grated on his sensitive ears, Corbin felt a familiar surge of irritation. The grating timbre of her voice proved to be the final straw, and his newfound sympathy vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"No," he snapped, his tone reverting to its typically cold and dismissive edge. "I've changed my mind. Your voice is simply too insufferable for me to endure another moment. Prepare yourself, Vivi – you're going to become intimately acquainted with the inside of my digestive system."

Terror flooded Vivi's eyes as the griffon's words sank in, her earlier hope crumbling to dust. "Please," she begged, her strength failing her at last. "Please don't do this."

But Corbin's heart had hardened once again, his professional detachment drowning out the fleeting empathy that had momentarily clouded his judgment. He hammered his turgid knot into her for rude emphasis. "It's time, Vivi. Accept your fate with whatever dignity you have left."

As Vivi struggled to find some vestige of courage to face her impending doom, Corbin perched atop her, tightening his grip on her fur and readying himself for the grim task ahead. His once-conflicted conscience now smothered beneath the resolute façade he presented, the griffin prepared to carry out his duty to rid the world of this dumb, annoying jackal woman.

In that final, tense moment, Vivi could only hope that her unwavering spirit and determination might somehow prevail against the cruel, unforgiving world that sought to consume her – both figuratively and literally. And for Corbin, the reluctant admiration he felt towards the jackal woman would remain forever locked away, a secret buried beneath the professional veneer he wore like a shield, just as he intended to lock Vivi away within himself.

With an air of cold detachment, Corbin guided Vivi over to a high table that stood against one wall of his cluttered office. The griffon's knot still lodged firmly within her, a bizarre spectacle of the unusual twosome still connected, he calmly explained his plan for what would follow.

"Once I manage to disengage from you," Corbin began, his voice brokering no dissent, "you will sit upon this table and dangle your legs over the edge. I will wait below, my beak open wide, and you will slowly step your hind legs into my throat."

The predatory glint in Corbin's eyes belied the nonchalance of his instructions, leaving Vivi utterly petrified. The sheer impossibility of her massive body fitting in such an inadequately spacious gullet did nothing to assuage her growing panic.

As Corbin finally withdrew to disengage his knot from her, Vivi numbly approached the table, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. With a resigned sigh, she sat down, her long, fluffy legs barely brushing against the cold linoleum floor.

But the moment Vivi was settled, her resolve faltered, and she hesitated. Corbin, observing her wavering determination, took a deep breath, steeled himself for the task ahead, and launched into a lengthy, exasperated speech.

"Vivi," he began, his words laced with annoyance, "I cannot stress enough how crucial it is that you accept your fate with a modicum of grace. You have reached the end of the road in your modeling career, and you must face this fact head on."

His words did little to soothe the terrified jackal before him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Desperate to break free from the griffin's seemingly infallible authority, she searched for some hidden reserve of strength within herself.

"Furthermore," Corbin continued, his voice growing icier with each passing syllable, "you must understand that your career is not unique in its heartbreak and disappointment. It is cruel, yes, but it is the way of the world we live in – a world that has no place for the weak or the failing."

Vivi listened, her heart pounding in her ears, unable to refute the griffon's blunt logic. As the minutes ticked by, she knew that her time was running out, and that the narrow window of opportunity for escaping her gruesome end was rapidly closing.

The finality of Corbin's words weighed heavily on Vivi, and she knew she could no longer delay the inevitable. With a trembling breath, she began the agonizing process of lowering her hind legs toward the expectant, open beak of the griffon below.

As Corbin braced himself for the daunting task of consuming the much larger jackal, he felt an odd mix of emotions – a sinister anticipation tempered by a begrudging respect for Vivi's resilience in the face of such a horrifying ultimatum.

And as Vivi accepted her fate, the strange dance between predator and prey continued, the lines between life and death, hope and despair, blurring in an unsettling fusion of the fantastical and the macabre.

As Vivi tentatively brought her large, fluffy paw-like feet towards Corbin's open beak, the sheer disparity in their sizes quickly became evident. The griffon's small maw seemed incapable of accommodating even a single one of her paws, much less her entire body. Time and again, her attempts to fit her foot inside his beak failed, her growing frustration mirrored by Corbin's mounting fury.

Corbin could hold his tongue no longer, his annoyance boiling over as he barked at the hapless jackal. "Enough of this foolishness, Vivi! Can't you see that you're merely delaying the inevitable? Exert yourself! Take this seriously!"

With tears welling in her eyes, Vivi choked back a sob, her desperation reaching its peak. "I'm trying, Mr. Corbin. I really am," she insisted, her voice wavering. "But I'm just too big! It's simply ludicrous to think I could ever fit inside you!"

The griffon scoffed at her despair, indignant at her perceived impertinence. "You dare to question my abilities?" he snarled. "I have enveloped and digested countless larger women before you, jackal. You are no exception!"

As Corbin continued his tirade, a hint of pride tempered his anger. His reputation as a formidable predator was not unfounded, his ability to consume prey many times his size a testament to his skill. Yet, as he faced Vivi's tearful gaze, he was confronted with a troubling thought born from her persistent inability to fit.

Finally, with a reluctant grimace, Corbin conceded, "It is true, however, that you are the largest prey I have ever attempted to swallow whole. But that does not change your fate, Vivi. We will find a way."

Vivi's heart sank at his unwavering determination, her earlier hope dwindling to nothing more than a weak ember. She knew that her chances of escaping this horrific ordeal now seemed slimmer than ever, her life teetering on the edge of a razor-sharp precipice.

Determined to prove his potency, Corbin resumed his position beneath Vivi, his beak open wide and ready to receive the largest prey of his career. He was resolute in his mission – Vivi would be enveloped and digested, one way or another.

For her part, Vivi continued her fruitless attempts to ease her foot into the griffon's waiting maw. With each failed effort, the last remnants of her resolve fluttered away, leaving her to face the cold reality of her impending doom.

Realizing that the current approach was bearing no fruit, Corbin gritted his teeth and resolved to hinge his beak wider apart, preparing himself to accommodate Vivi's large frame. He gave her a curt nod, signaling that it was time for her to make another attempt.

Vivi, sensing the griffon's determination, leaned her weight off the edge of the table, allowing her long, muscular legs to settle into place. With a mix of dread and resignation, she steeled herself for the unimaginable ordeal that lay ahead.

As Corbin struggled to accommodate the sheer size and weight of Vivi's legs, he immediately began choking and gagging on her shins and calves. The terrible choking sounds filled the room as the griffon fought to maintain his composure, his eyes watering from the strain.

Despite his struggles, Vivi continued to lower herself, spurred on by the knowledge that there was no turning back now. She could only hope and pray that Corbin's resolve would not falter, lest they both suffer the consequences of their ill-fated endeavor.

Corbin, meanwhile, found himself awestruck at the difficult task before him. Never before had he attempted to consume prey so much larger than himself, and the magnitude of the challenge was beginning to weigh heavily on him. While he had initially been confident in his abilities, he now found himself silently regretting his decision to condemn Vivi to this fate.

But Corbin knew that it was too late to back out now – both for him and for Vivi. The die had been cast, the rules set, and the only way to preserve his reputation and dignity was to see the task through to its gruesome end, regardless of the personal cost.

As Vivi continued her slow descent into the griffon's gullet, she found herself questioning the choices that had led her to this point. Had her stubborn tenacity driven her to push ever forward, even when the road ahead had seemed impossibly treacherous? Or had her resilience blinded her to the reality of her situation, forcing her to cling to hope even in the face of insurmountable odds?

For Corbin, similarly, the experience forced him to confront the consequences of his pride and ambition. He had sought to prove his prowess by embarking on this unthinkable task, determined to cement his reputation as a fearsome predator. But as he struggled to swallow his enormous prey, he could not help but wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew – literally and figuratively.

As the room filled with the sounds of choking, gagging, and strained breathing, an eerie silence seemed to hover over the macabre scene unfolding before them. And as Corbin and Vivi continued their bizarre dance of life and death, they both found themselves forced to face the harsh truths that such a harrowing ordeal had laid bare.

As Vivi continued to struggle within Corbin's tight embrace, she could not help but try to persuade the griffon to abandon this futile endeavor. Her plaintive voice filled the tense air, begging and pleading with him to reconsider. "Please, Mr. Corbin," she implored, her desperation palpable. "This… this isn't right. Let me go, and we can forget this ever happened."

But Corbin, despite the mounting evidence that Vivi was simply too large for him to consume, remained stubbornly resolute. Annoyed by her persistent entreaties, he batted at her with his wing, silencing her grating voice and refocusing her attention on the task at hand. "Keep still," he hissed, gesturing at her to continue wiggling her thick, pudgy thighs down into place.

Vivi, though her heart ached with hopelessness, knew she had no choice but to obey. As she struggled to maneuver her legs into the tight confines of Corbin's stomach, she found herself unable to hold back a comment on the claustrophobic sensation. "Your stomach… it's so tight," she murmured, already feeling the crushing pressure of the griffon's insides.

With painstakingly slow, incremental pushing movements, Vivi continued to slide her legs further into the depths of Corbin's gullet. The griffon, for his part, remained determined to complete this grisly task, his pride and reputation on the line.

As the two continued their ill-fated struggle, the tense atmosphere in the room only grew more palpable. Each gasping breath, each strained muscle, served as a brutal reminder of the dire stakes at hand – and the unforgiving nature of the world they inhabited.

For Vivi, her pleas now silenced by Corbin's impatience, her only remaining option was to comply with the griffon's wishes. Despite the seemingly insurmountable odds stacked against her, she endeavored to push her legs further into the tight confines of Corbin's stomach, her every move forcing her deeper into the abyss.

Corbin, likewise, found himself locked in an increasingly desperate battle against time and his own physical limitations. As Vivi's incredibly thick and pudgy thighs continued to wiggle their way into his body, he struggled to maintain his grip on both his prey and his composure.

The minutes ticked by, each one more agonizing than the last, as Vivi and Corbin fought to overcome the seemingly impossible task before them. And as the reality of their situation continued to bear down upon them, they each found themselves grappling with the inescapable question: Was it truly worth it?

With each passing moment, the gulf between success and failure seemed to grow ever larger, the weight of their actions only serving to deepen the abyss that lay between them. And as Vivi's legs continued their agonizing descent into Corbin's unforgiving stomach, it became increasingly clear that the consequences of their choices would reverberate far beyond the confines of this single, terrible night.

As Vivi and Corbin's grim struggle continued, they soon encountered what appeared to be an almost insurmountable obstacle: Vivi's wide hips and big, furry buttocks. The jackal woman's generous proportions seemed utterly incompatible with the small griffon's already engorged form, leaving both parties increasingly desperate.

For Corbin, this development only heightened the urgency of the situation. Determined not to admit defeat, he began resorting to more physical and forceful means, using his wings to prod and push at Vivi's hips in an attempt to persuade her substantial form to somehow fit into the limited space available.

"Come on, Vivi," he growled, frustration evident in his voice as he shoved at her unyielding body. "Stop resisting and just… fit! You need to contort, bend, anything… but you must get inside!"

Vivi, however, felt powerless against the griffon's relentless force. She knew full well that her size was simply not conducive to the task at hand, but the sheer determination in Corbin's eyes made it clear that he had no intention of giving up.

"I can't, Mr. Corbin," she whimpered. "I just can't. There's… there's no way I can fit. Can't you see that?"

But despite Vivi's pleas for reason, Corbin remained steadfast in his conviction. He continued to apply increased pressure to her hips, trying every conceivable angle and method in an effort to force her body to accommodate the space provided.

"Determination, Vivi," Corbin breathed through gritted teeth. "That is the key. You must focus all your efforts into bending your body to the task… and believe that it's possible."

As the griffon's forceful persistence wore on, a dreadful sense of inevitability began to envelop them both. Each shove, each strained breath driven by the belief that failure was simply not an option, only served to underscore the grim determination that pervaded the room.

For Vivi, the situation had become a waking nightmare – a horrifying predicament from which she could find no escape. The crushing weight of Corbin's unyielding expectations bore down on her with a ferocity she had never before experienced, sapping her spirit and driving her to the brink of despair.

As minutes stretched into hours, and the stalemate between griffon and prey continued, it became increasingly clear that Vivi's initial fears were well-founded: she simply could not fit into the space that Corbin demanded. This realization, however, did little to ease the tension or douse the fire of determination that burned within the predatory professional. And as they continued to struggle against the seemingly impossible task before them, the grim dance they found themselves entwined in showed no signs of relenting.

As Vivi remained wedged within the confines of Corbin's beak, the griffon, his speech labored by the sheer size of his prey, desperately tried to issue further commands. "Vivi," he gasped, his voice strained and barely audible, "you must bounce… up and down. Create some… momentum."

The big jackal girl hesitated, her concern for her own comfort paling in comparison to the intense pressure she felt to obey Corbin's wishes. Despite the inherent discomfort of the situation, she braced herself and began to bounce up and down, hoping against hope that the motion would somehow enable her to fit into the smaller griffon's body.

As Vivi followed Corbin's instructions, the visual appearance of the scene took on an almost surreal quality. With every bounce, her large frame descended further into the griffon, stretching his body to its limits. The sounds that accompanied her movements – the grunts of exertion, the straining of Corbin's form – only served to emphasize the unfathomable difficulty of their endeavor.

As the big jackal girl continued to bounce, her bulky figure gradually became more and more visible through Corbin's stretched furry stomach. The luridly outlined curves of her form seemed almost grotesque in their distortion, a testament to the desperate lengths the griffon was willing to go to prove his prowess.

Corbin, for his part, bore the encroaching mass within his body with grim determination. Though his discomfort was palpable, his pride and desire to succeed drove him to endure the torments of Vivi's relentless bouncing.

"I-it's working, Vivi!" he stammered, the effort of speaking adding to the strain of the situation. "Don't stop… keep going!"

Vivi, though her own discomfort was immense, took heart at the griffon's encouragement. Focused on the task at hand, she redoubled her efforts, bouncing more forcefully as she sought to push through the terrible ordeal and emerge victorious on the other side.

As the sounds of straining and creaking filled the room, it became increasingly apparent that Corbin's body had never been subjected to so great a strain. With every bounce Vivi made, the griffon's form was tested to its limits, his abdomen stretched almost beyond recognition.

Yet, despite the horrifying tableau unfolding before them, both Vivi and Corbin refused to concede defeat. Driven by a relentless determination to see the task through, they continued their bizarre dance of exertion and strain, the room echoing with the sounds of their struggle.

In a moment of fleeting hope, Vivi's wide hips and big, furry buttocks managed to slide down an inch or two, offering a brief glimpse of success. But it was short-lived, as Corbin's body struggled to adjust to the sudden onslaught of the jackal girl's incredibly girthy haunches. Just as quickly as they descended, Vivi's imposing frame began to inch back up, the unfortunate griffon unable to properly accommodate her size.

With a growl of frustration, Corbin ordered Vivi to try again. "Get back in there, Vivi," he commanded, his tone making it clear that he would not accept anything less than total compliance.

Tears filled Vivi's eyes as she pleaded for mercy. "Please, Corbin… it's too much. I can't do this," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

The griffon's patience, however, had long since worn thin. In response to Vivi's pleas, he issued a flurry of wing slaps, demanding that she continue her agonizing attempts to fit within his increasingly strained body. "You will do this, Vivi!" he roared, "You will not give up!"

As Vivi stifled her sobs and tried once more to force her body into the impossibly tight space, the room filled with the gut-wrenching sounds of strain, pain, and determination. Each new attempt only seemed to underscore the sheer impossibility of their task, and yet, neither party would admit defeat.

The minutes turned to hours as Vivi and Corbin continued their seemingly futile struggle, their sweat and tears mingling in the oppressive air. Vivi's once-impressive form now appeared bruised and battered, the result of the griffon's relentless insistence on her success.

Corbin, for his part, bore the scars of his ambition just as vividly as his prey. His body, once proud and strong, was now stretched and marred beyond recognition, a monument to the lengths to which he was willing to push himself, and Vivi, in pursuit of his goal.

As the hours wore on and the cycle of hope and despair repeated itself endlessly, it became clear that their grim battle was taking a toll on both Vivi's and Corbin's bodies and spirits. Their once-fiery determination was now tempered by exhaustion, pain, and the harsh reality of their situation.

It was a test of endurance, both physical and mental, for both predator and prey. Vivi, her voice now hoarse and weak, continued to beseech Corbin for mercy. And Corbin, though his own strength was waning, refused to relent, pushing both himself and Vivi to the edge of what they could bear.

As the struggle dragged on, it seemed as though there would be no end to the terrible battle – no resolution to decide the fate of the griffon and the jackal woman. And as darkness began to creep into the room, it was impossible to tell whether it was the natural progression of time or the weight of their desperation that was finally suffocating the light.

In a final, desperate bid to see his task through, Corbin called upon every last ounce of his merciless power to coerce the huge jackal into trying harder. His voice, once commanding and authoritative, now held an unsettling edge of malice as he practically snarled his orders. "Vivi, I don't care what it takes – you will fit inside me!"

The griffon's relentless demands seemed to strike a chord within the weary jackal woman, and Vivi found herself spurred on by his dark determination. As she redoubled her efforts, Corbin watched with a mixture of surprise and trepidation as his hefty prey began to make a surprising amount of progress.

Despite the nightmarish difficulty of the task, Vivi's body seemed to slowly, agonizingly conform to the space provided. Inch by torturous inch, she managed to slide deeper within Corbin's increasingly strained form, her wide hips and furry buttocks finally beginning to relent under the pressure.

However, this newfound progress was far from a cause for celebration. As Vivi's sudden movements tested the limits of Corbin's already abused body, the undeniably strained griffon found himself lashing out both physically and verbally.

"Slow down, Vivi!" he barked, his wings flapping in agitation. "You're straining me too much! Pace yourself!"

The command sent a shiver down Vivi's spine as she struggled to comply with his order. It was nearly impossible to strike a balance between pushing herself to fit and heeding Corbin's warning. "I'm trying, Corbin," she panted, tears streaming down her face as she battled to maintain control. "I'm trying my best."

Corbin's lip curled in a snarl as he continued to admonish the jackal, his patience all but gone. "Well, your best isn't good enough! I will not tolerate this recklessness!"

As the two continued their grim struggle, it was impossible to ignore the fact that Corbin's insistence on success and his simultaneous concern for his own well-being had created an impossible, paradoxical situation. Vivi, her spirit already battered and bruised by the ordeal, found herself caught in the gulf between her own desperate wish for release and the imperious demands of her captor.

The minutes ticked by, each one an eternity of pain and exertion, as Vivi and Corbin remained locked in their bizarre, brutal dance. The jackal woman's remarkable progress was tempered by the constant fear of pushing the griffon beyond his limits, while Corbin's patience and sanity seemed to hang by a thread as he fought to maintain control over the situation.

As Vivi's sizeable form pressed ever deeper into the confines of Corbin's body, the air in the room grew charged with a palpable tension. Each creak, each groan of overworked muscle and bone, seemed to echo far longer than it should, a haunting reminder of the impossible task Corbin had set himself.

Corbin's beak made halting progress over Vivi's fluffy midsection, inch by agonizing inch, until it came up against her next formidable obstacle: the enormous bosoms of the jackal girl. They awkwardly lodged into the griffon's beak and simply refused to budge, despite his best efforts.

Desperate to continue with his grim task, Corbin began to use his long, dexterous tongue to slather and lubricate the obstinate mounds, attempting to make it easier for him to gulp them down. He tried time and time again to swallow the jackal girl, but found himself thwarted at every turn.

Vivi, who was in considerable discomfort, couldn't help but cry out. "Please, Corbin, can you proceed with a bit more care?"

The griffon's response was terse and dismissive, his patience clearly worn thin. "You are nothing but food now, Vivi," he spat, "and your concerns are not valid."

His harsh words only served to increase the jackal girl's distress, but she had no choice but to endure the treatment. As Corbin continued his attempts at contorting and consuming her vast figure, the tension in the room became almost unbearable.

Each failed gulp, each strangled cry of frustration from the griffon, only served to underscore the misery of their situation. Both Corbin and Vivi, caught in a seemingly endless cycle of pain and desperation, felt a growing sense of hopelessness as the ordeal continued.

Despite the griffon's insistence that Vivi's concerns were unwarranted, her pain was very real. The constant pressure against her chest and the sensation of Corbin's tongue working relentlessly against her skin was almost more than she could bear.

But, in the depths of her despair, something within Vivi began to stir. A quiet, stubborn resolve that refused to yield to the griffon's unwavering demands. She bit back her cries of pain, determined not to let Corbin's callousness break her spirit.

In a desperate attempt to force Vivi's massive form to comply, Corbin slowly wrapped his wings around the jackal woman's back and shoulders. As the griffon did so, he employed his sharp talons to drag her head and muzzle down into her own fluffy chest, seeking to use his physical advantage to ensure her submission.

Between the griffon's wings and talons, Vivi found herself both balled up and pressed down simultaneously, an experience that was not only uncomfortable but also frightening. Unable to contain her distress any longer, she began vocalizing increasingly dire complaints.

"Corbin, please, you're hurting me!" she gasped out, her voice muffled by her own fur and flesh. "This is too much… I can't take it."

In response to her pleas, Corbin merely tightened his hold on her, determined to force her complaints back into her throat. The harder he squeezed, the less audible Vivi's protests became, and the deeper she was forced into her own fur and flesh. This, much to the griffon's grim satisfaction, had been his goal all along.

With Vivi's increasingly muffled protests largely rendered inaudible, Corbin found himself able to focus on the task at hand. He continued his relentless battle to force the jackal girl's body within his own, oblivious to the suffering he was inflicting upon his unfortunate prey.

Vivi, on the other hand, found herself submerged in a nightmare of pain and claustrophobia, barely able to draw breath as Corbin's wings and talons crushed her into herself. Her world was reduced to darkness and agony, her only solace the knowledge that she had no choice but to endure the torment.

As the griffon continued his onslaught, uncaring of the jackal woman's plight, the room seemed to grow colder and more oppressive. The low growls of Corbin's exertions and Vivi's choked whimpers created a haunting soundscape that only served to heighten the tension in the air.

Through it all, Corbin's focus never wavered. His goal was paramount, and no amount of distress or discomfort on Vivi's part was going to make him relent. His determination to conquer this impossible task bordered on obsession, making him all the more ruthless in his pursuit.

For Vivi, the experience seemed to stretch on for an eternity. With every passing moment, her once indomitable spirit was slowly and painfully crushed under the weight of Corbin's relentless pressure. She could not have known how close the griffon was to his objective, or how much longer she would be subjected to this harrowing ordeal. But if she had, she likely would have struggled much, much harder to escape her gooey fate inside the small griffon.

The moment of truth arrived as Corbin rapidly began to realize that his stomach was now completely and utterly packed with the wriggling jackal girl. Even so, the tips of Vivi's shoulders, as well as the back of her head and ears, still awkwardly jutted out from his wedged-open beak. It was a disconcerting sight, to say the least, but Corbin remained undeterred.

As he assessed the situation, the griffon determined that a new approach was in order. He settled into a methodical strategy, attempting to jostle and wiggle his feisty prey into an even more snug fit within his innards.

Vivi, for her part, continued to struggle and whimper, each of her muffled pleas adding another layer of torment to the already unbearable ordeal. Nevertheless, she could do little more than endure as the griffon pressed on with his grim task.

However, as Corbin continued his efforts, it slowly dawned on him that a crucial adjustment was necessary for Vivi to fit more deeply within him: he would have to let her muzzle back up from her chest.

The griffon hesitated, knowing that allowing Vivi even a moment's reprieve might give her an opening to resist and potentially escape. But ultimately, he had no choice. With a begrudging release of his talons, Corbin allowed the jackal girl's muzzle to rise, seeking to create the necessary space for her to descend further.

For Vivi, this brief respite brought a gasp of fresh air, a fleeting moment of hope in an otherwise bleak situation. She desperately wanted to use this opportunity to free herself, but was painfully aware of the fact that the griffon's control over her was still all but absolute.

As Corbin resumed his relentless efforts to force Vivi into a more compact pose, the atmosphere in the room grew even more tense. The griffon's growls of exertion mixed with Vivi's stifled cries of pain, creating a cacophony of misery and despair that echoed in the confined space.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Corbin continued his grim task, Vivi's muffled pleas and gasps for breath only spurring him on. His determination to succeed bordered on obsession, driving him to continue despite the knowledge that he was pushing both himself and his prey far beyond their limits.

In the end, it was impossible to say how long the dreadful ordeal continued, as each moment seemed to stretch into an eternity. Corbin, consumed by his dark ambition, refused to relent, while Vivi was left with no choice but to endure the torment.

Corbin's desperation reached new heights as he began to heave and coordinate his entire bodily musculature in an all-out effort to force the considerably larger jackal woman further within his body. His feathers and fur stood on end as he gave it everything he had, fully immersing himself in the grim task at hand.

Despite his numerous and valiant swallowing efforts, however, Vivi's long, slender muzzle still stubbornly protruded from inside his beak. This fact was not lost on the increasingly nervous griffon, who soon took to actively working his tongue over the jackal girl's face and snout without reprieve. He hoped, perhaps futilely, that this would aid in his efforts to fully consume her.

Vivi, already exhausted and overwhelmed from the ordeal thus far, could only whimper as Corbin's relentless ministrations continued, her cries muffled by the griffon's beak and tongue.

As Corbin continued to attempt the seemingly impossible task of forcing the remainder of Vivi's form within his body, the room seemed to crackle with an almost tangible tension. The grunts and strained breaths of the griffon, the muffled sounds from Vivi – all came together to create an unsettling symphony of determination and despair.

Despite it all, though, there was an undercurrent of growing concern within the griffon himself. As he examined Vivi's comically large, distinct silhouette within his furry tummy, he couldn't help but worry that he might have to simply accept this new, imperfect pose as the final result of his efforts.

"Vivi," Corbin panted, his voice strained and heavy with exhaustion, "you need… to fit. I can't… I won't accept this."

The jackal girl, her face dripping with saliva from Corbin's ceaseless tongue-lashing, could only give a weak and sorrowful whimper in response. She wished she could comply with the griffon's command, but her body just would not cooperate.

As the griffon continued his relentless efforts, Vivi's comically large silhouette within his belly seemed to mock him, a reminder of the near-impossible goal he had set for himself. The sound of the jackal woman's muffled cries only fueled his determination and frustration, driving him onward despite his growing exhaustion.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the two remained locked in their bizarre struggle, neither willing to give in to the other. But with each passing moment, both Corbin and Vivi were forced to confront the horrifying reality of their situation: that perhaps, despite their most desperate efforts, the task before them was simply too much to bear.

Within the confines of Corbin's beak, Vivi found the strength to articulate her thoughts, even as the griffon's tongue worked tirelessly to stifle her voice. "Corbin," she whispered through the torrential onslaught, "please, let me go. I don't fit well inside you. It's hurting both of us."

The griffon's horror was palpable as he realized he could still distinctly hear the jackal woman's voice inside his beak, her words cutting through him like a knife. In a panic, he redoubled his efforts, using his tongue, oral interior, and beak to create a sopping, matted mess of Vivi's face, hoping to deafen her pleas with the frothy mayhem.

But the jackal girl would not be silenced. Through the torment, she continued speaking to her would-be consumer, fighting to make her case even as Corbin did his utmost to mute her. "You don't have to do this, Corbin," she said, her voice filled with a determined tremor. "We can find another way."

Corbin met Vivi's impassioned appeal with a growl, the sound vibrating through the narrow space they both occupied. "You are nothing but food, Vivi!" he spat, the words dripping with venom. "Your words mean nothing to me."

Vivi could not deny the pain that Corbin's words caused her, but she was not willing to give up. Through the froth and saliva engulfing her face, she persisted. "Corbin, please," she pleaded, "we can coexist. We don't have to continue down this path of pain."

The griffon's tongue continued its frenzied dance upon Vivi's visage, as if attempting to drown out the very notion of mercy. Even so, the jackal woman's words reached him, causing a flicker of doubt to pass through his eyes. Could there truly be another way?

For Vivi, her strength was waning, and the constant deluge threatened to snuff out her voice entirely. But before it could do so, she managed to issue one final plea: "Think about what you're doing, Corbin. Is this really what you want?"

As Vivi's voice faded into the depths of his beak, Corbin faltered, his tongue momentarily stilling its assault. The room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, the very air heavy with tension as the griffon weighed Vivi's words.

In the stillness that followed, Corbin's mind raced with possibilities. Then, as if struck by a bolt of inspiration, a cunning and ruthless idea began to take form. He would pretend to relent, to loosen his gullet and allow Vivi the chance to slowly wriggle herself free.

"Fine," Corbin murmured, his voice dripping with feigned resignation. "I… I'll let you go, Vivi. You can try to get out."

Vivi, despite her skepticism, hardly dared to believe her ears. Was the griffon truly agreeing to release her? She cautiously tested her newfound freedom, ever so tentatively attempting to pry herself loose from her moist, constrictive prison.

As Vivi began to gradually dislodge herself from Corbin's beak, she could not contain the glimmer of hope that began to build within her heart. "Th-thank you, Corbin," she stammered, her voice shaking with a mixture of relief and disbelief.

But the griffon's mind was not on mercy or forgiveness. Instead, as he watched the jackal inch her way out, he bided his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

A heartbeat later, Corbin sensed his opportunity. With Vivi partially dislodged from his beak, he seized upon her with his most forceful, compressive swallow yet. His throat constricted around the jackal's head and muzzle, intent on jamming her down into the depths of his gullet.

Vivi, caught completely off guard by the sudden betrayal, could barely emit a strangled cry of shock before the griffon's crushing swallow engulfed her. She felt the walls of Corbin's throat closing in on her, a despair-inducing pressure threatening to snuff out her very existence.

"Corbin! N-no! You said…" Vivi's weak protests were quickly squelched by the griffon's relentless swallowing, her words turned into nothing more than muted gasps.

Panic welled within her as the griffon's throat clamped tighter and tighter around her face, her world rapidly reduced to a claustrophobic darkness. Her hope, so cruelly rekindled and just as swiftly extinguished, gave way to a profound sense of betrayal.

The griffon, for his part, reveled in his cunning ploy. His heart raced with the thrill of the deception and the knowledge that Vivi had fallen right into his trap. Unconcerned with the jackal's plight, Corbin forged onward with renewed determination, eager to finish what he had started.

Corbin strained with all his might, doing everything within his power to fully swallow down the despondent jackal girl's head. But Vivi's muzzle, slender though it was, simply refused to slide down his narrow throat. The griffon grew increasingly frustrated as his attempts became fruitless, his throat aching from the swallowing and gulping motions that ultimately bore no results.

Vivi, for her part, could only endure this new torment, her spirit battered and her body increasingly worn by the griffon's continued efforts. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she tried to summon what little strength she had left, hoping against hope to somehow find a way out of this nightmarish situation.

Eventually, after an exhausting and degrading bout, Corbin found that he could do no more. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and neck as his body heaved with each labored breath. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he would have to accept that Vivi's head would remain partially within his beak.

Reluctantly, Corbin settled into a placid, reclining pose atop the curled-up form of his jackal prey, who now lay contorted within the confines of his stomach. The griffon's tail twitched slightly in irritation as Vivi's snout continued to awkwardly protrude from the back of his mouth, a constant tickling presence against his oral interior.

As the reality of their new, uncomfortable position sank in, Corbin found himself increasingly concerned with the cracking snippets of Vivi's voice echoing from within his gullet. He yearned for some semblance of peace and quiet, and so decided to try and convince his prey to settle down and stop making a fuss.

"Vivi," Corbin croaked, his voice hoarse from his earlier exertions, "you need to be quiet. Stop struggling. There's nothing else we can do."

Vivi, though physically and emotionally drained, could not bring herself to accept the griffon's command silently. From within the depths of his beak, she mustered the energy to issue a feeble but defiant retort. "How… how can you expect me to just give up?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet laden with sorrow.

The griffon sighed, realizing that silencing Vivi might be an even greater challenge than he had anticipated. "Vivi, please," he implored, a tired plea lacing his tone, "it's over. You need to accept this."

As the minutes ticked by, Vivi's breaths grew shallow, her resistance wavering. Beleaguered and despairing, she clung to her defiance like a lifeline, a final vestige of her own identity in the face of this deeply unsettling ordeal.

From the depths of Corbin's beak, Vivi found herself gazing into the pink, wet abyss of the griffon's all-consuming throat. She could feel the rhythmic clenching motions of his stomach and gullet as they worked in tandem, attempting to force her deeper within his body. The sensation was both horrifying and gut-wrenching, causing her heart to pound with a mixture of fear and apprehension.

"Corbin, please," Vivi croaked, her voice barely audible as she strained to speak against the relentless, constricting forces. "I don't deserve this fate. Have mercy on me."

The griffon responded with an exasperated growl, his stomach muscles contracting even harder against the much larger jackal in an effort to enforce the silence he so desperately craved. "You are in no position to plead for mercy, Vivi," he hissed, his voice cold and unyielding.

Vivi felt the weight of Corbin's words, but she would not be cowed by his harsh tone. With her final reserves of strength, she sought to communicate her distress, hoping against all odds to reach the griffon's heart. "This isn't right, Corbin. Can you not see the pain you're causing?"

Corbin's response was swift and direct, his words laced with frustration as he sought to put an end to Vivi's continued protests. "Enough! Your pleading will change nothing. Accept your fate, Vivi."

Tears welled in the jackal's eyes as she felt the inexorable march of despair closing in on her. Even so, she refused to relinquish her hope entirely, choosing instead to cling to the belief that somehow, some way, things might yet change. "You can stop this, Corbin," she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. "Please, let me go."

The griffon, wearied by the endless cycle of pleading, clenched his stomach muscles again, his muffled growl reverberating through Vivi's prone form. And yet, there was an undeniable hint of wavering in his eyes, as if her words had opened a small crack in the armor of his resolve.

"Vivi, I can't…" Corbin began, his voice unsteady, but then he regained his composure. "No, this is how it has to be."

Vivi's heart lurched at the brief glimmer of hope she perceived in the griffon's voice, only for it to be snuffed out by his ultimate refusal. She took a shaky breath, her energy dwindling, but she drew upon her last reserves of resolve to make one more plea. "Corbin, if there's any part of you that cares… if there's any compassion left within you, please… let me go."

As the moments ticked by in oppressive silence, Vivi held her breath, waiting for the griffon's response. Resigned to her fate yet still grasping at the faintest hope for mercy, the jackal woman braced herself for whatever outcome awaited her in the harrowing embrace of the griffon's beak.

Vivi's heart raced as she eagerly awaited Corbin's response, her every breath heavy with anticipation. She could not know, however, that the griffon had no intention of relenting. Instead, he slowly and skillfully maneuvered his long tongue around her snout, using its sinuous length to pin the jackal's jaws together and finally put an end to the irritating timbre of her voice.

Corbin felt a wave of elation wash over him as he achieved this long-sought control and silence. No longer stifled by Vivi's persistent pleas, the griffon began to grow feisty. He jostled the jackal about within his belly, asserting his dominance over his oversized prey.

In the throes of his newfound power, Corbin felt compelled to share with Vivi a detailed account of the ordeal that awaited her. "You know, Vivi," he began, his voice filled with cruel delight, "your days are numbered. Over the next week, my small body will attempt to slowly digest your much larger form – an incredibly arduous and lengthy process."

Vivi, her jaws bound by the griffon's oppressive tongue, could do little more than listen in horror as her captor elaborated on her impending fate.

"Your insides will churn and burn," Corbin continued, relishing in the thought, "as my stomach acids work tirelessly to break you down. You'll feel every second of it, Vivi. Every excruciating moment."

Each word that passed through the griffon's beak served only to amplify Vivi's terror. She struggled futilely within her fleshy prison, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as the full weight of her desperate situation pressed down upon her.

"And as the days wear on," Corbin added, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure, "your once vibrant form will be reduced to nothing more than a collection of nutrients, to be absorbed by my own body."

Despite her fear, Vivi's spirit refused to be crushed. Her voice muffled by the crushing grip of Corbin's tongue, she sought to challenge his brutal declarations. "Mmmph…mmmmph!" The sounds were raw and guttural, the jackal's intent unclear, but the defiance was unmistakable.

Corbin, however, simply smirked at her futile display, undeterred by her refusal to submit. "You can fight it all you want, Vivi," he said, his voice cold and merciless, "but ultimately, it won't change a thing."

As the griffon's cruel tirade continued, Vivi found herself grappling with an all-consuming despair. And yet, even in the face of such overwhelming darkness, she could not help but cling to the faintest glimmer of hope – the belief that somehow, against all odds, she might yet escape this nightmare.

Vivi's ordeal continued, each day dragging on with agonizing slowness as she remained trapped within the confines of Corbin's smaller body. Her existence was a never-ending series of torments, both physical and emotional, as she was subjected to the griffon's relentless cruelty.

Unbeknownst to Vivi, Corbin was not without his own external pressures. Each day, he was required to give a detailed report on Vivi's condition to his employers, who were growing increasingly concerned by the jackal's predicament. After all, he had swallowed a beloved and promising model early in her career, and their interest in her fate was far from casual.

"Day one," Corbin began, his voice measured and clinical as he recounted the events that had transpired since he swallowed Vivi, "the subject is slowly adjusting to her new environment. She remains defiant, but her energy levels are visibly diminishing."

The griffon's employers listened, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and unease. "You know, Corbin," one of them commented, "Vivi was an exceptional talent. Why did you feel the need to consume her so early on?"

Corbin bristled at the question, feeling as though his actions were being called into question. "It was…necessary," he replied, his voice tight. "She was a risk, and I had to take control of the situation."

As the days wore on, Corbin continued to provide detailed updates on Vivi's condition to his employers. "Day three," he said, his tone still maintaining that detached, cold demeanor, "the subject's physical state is gradually deteriorating. Weight loss and muscle atrophy are evident."

The employers exchanged glances among themselves. "Corbin, you were given great discretion in handling Vivi," one of them reminded him, "but her deteriorating state is becoming an issue of concern."

Corbin's gaze remained steely as he defended his choices. "I am well aware of the situation," he retorted, "and I stand by my decision. It was the right course of action."

Despite the confrontation, the griffon continued to dutifully report on Vivi's condition as the week progressed. "Day five," he announced, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice, "the subject's skin is beginning to lose its natural elasticity, and her movements have become sluggish."

His employers, their patience clearly wearing thin, seized upon the opportunity to press the griffon further. "Corbin, enough is enough," one of them insisted. "You've made your point. Surely you can see that this has gone on long enough?"

Corbin shifted uncomfortably, the weight of their combined disapproval bearing down on him. "I…I understand your concerns," he admitted, his voice strained. "But I still believe this is the right course of action for everyone involved."

As the days continued to crawl by, Vivi's plight deepened, and the tension between Corbin and his employers escalated. The once-beloved model's world had been reduced to darkness and despair, her body a twisted reflection of her broken spirit.

And as the final day loomed ever closer, it seemed that Corbin's resolve would be truly tested. For in spite of his unwavering defense of his actions thus far, the consequences of his choices were beginning to weigh heavily on him, forcing him to confront the reality of what he had done, and to question whether he had truly made the right decision.

On the final day of the lengthy digestion process, Corbin prepared to give his report to his employers, who had been closely monitoring Vivi's condition throughout the ordeal. He composed himself, determined to maintain his conviction despite the mounting pressure from those who questioned his actions.

"Day seven," he began, his voice betraying the slightest tremor in the face of the ongoing scrutiny, "the subject has ceased all movement. From what I can discern, Vivi has… passed." The tension in the room was palpable, the implications of his words hanging heavy in the air.

However, just as Corbin uttered those fateful words, the unthinkable occurred. Vivi's slimy muzzle somehow slipped free from the griffon's beak, making its presence known in the most unexpected of ways. The sensation of her snout emerging from his mouth was enough to send Corbin into a sudden choking fit, all while his employers watched with wide-eyed astonishment via the live video call.

The griffon scrambled to regain control of the situation, hastily forcing Vivi's muzzle back down his throat as he tried to put on a brave face for his superiors. "Apologies," he managed to choke out once he'd recovered, his eyes darting around nervously, "it would seem that I…misjudged the situation."

Corbin's employers, their expressions a mixture of shock and confusion, exchanged incredulous glances with one another. "Corbin, are you telling us that Vivi is still…?" one trailed off, unable to complete the thought.

Without missing a beat, the griffon seized the opportunity to buy himself more time. "It appears so," he admitted, his voice strained under the weight of their scrutiny. "I will need another day or two with her to…to see this through to the end."

His employers hesitated, their uncertainty evident as they processed the unforeseen turn of events. "Very well, Corbin," one of them finally conceded, their voice tinged with skepticism, "we trust you will handle the situation with the utmost care."

Corbin nodded, a mixture of relief and apprehension flooding through him as he considered the implications of the path he'd chosen. "Of course," he replied solemnly, "I understand the gravity of the situation and will do what is necessary."

With that, the call came to an end, leaving Corbin alone with the weight of his decisions and the still-living jackal woman concealed within his body. The griffon was forced to confront the reality of his actions, and to question whether he had truly made the right choice.

As he mulled over the events that had led to this point, he couldn't help but feel a nagging doubt beginning to take hold. Had he made a grave error in swallowing Vivi? Was there a way to undo the damage he had wrought?

Time, it seemed, was running out for Corbin and his captive, as the consequences of their fateful encounter loomed ever closer. And as the final days of Vivi's unthinkable ordeal approached, the griffon would be forced to make a choice that would define both of their futures.

In the following days, as time continued to march forward with unyielding tenacity, Corbin found himself faced with the challenge of providing another climactic report to his employers. The griffon was well aware that their patience was wearing thin, and he knew that he had to find a way to present the situation in a favorable light.

"Day nine," he began, his voice steady and composed as he prepared to address his employers via the live video call. "Vivi's condition remains, remarkably, unchanged. She has managed to cling to life despite the arduous trials she has faced, a testament to her strength and endurance."

As Corbin spoke, a faint stirring within him heralded the return of Vivi's voice, a soft and weakened cry emanating from within his body. The griffon paused for a moment, a look of surprise flitting across his face before he hastily sought to spin the development to his advantage.

"Can you hear that?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of awe. "That's Vivi's voice, still audible even after all this time. It's truly extraordinary – I've never encountered anyone with such perseverance before. It's quite honestly a testament to her resilience."

Corbin's employers shared uncertain glances, their expressions a mixture of bewilderment and concern. "Are we to understand that Vivi is still capable of speech at this stage?" one inquired, skepticism lacing their tone.

"Yes," the griffon confirmed, aware of the gravity the revelation carried. "It's a testament to just how vastly different she is compared to my previous fare. Truly, she is an exceptional and unique individual."

The employers, taken aback by this latest development, struggled to process the implications of Corbin's words. Their concern for Vivi's well-being was palpable, and the tension in the room was nothing short of palpable as they searched for the right words.

"It's clear that Vivi is an extraordinary individual, Corbin," one of them finally conceded, their voice heavy with the weight of their decision. "Given these circumstances, we must reconsider the course of action moving forward. We need to reevaluate the situation in light of this new information."

Corbin, feeling the tide turning in his favor, nodded in agreement. "I understand your concerns, and I want to assure you that I will handle the situation with care and professionalism. We owe it to her to treat her with the utmost respect."

As the meeting concluded, the griffon was left to contemplate the consequences of his actions, while Vivi's fate hung in the balance. With each passing day, the stakes grew higher, and the pressure on Corbin mounted to find a resolution that would satisfy everyone involved.

In the midst of this precarious situation, the griffon could not help but marvel at the unwavering spirit of his captive, a beacon of strength and resilience in the face of unimaginable adversity. Vivi's endurance was nothing short of extraordinary, and as the days dragged on, it became increasingly clear that her presence would continue to leave a lasting impact on those around her.

Corbin could hardly contain his pride as he strutted through the office complex, eager to flaunt the astonishing feat he'd accomplished by swallowing the much larger Vivi. His griffon belly was taut and comically engorged, drawing the attention of every passerby as Vivi's moving form caused ripples and undulations beneath his skin.

As he navigated the hallways, his head held high, workers swiveled in their chairs, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary spectacle. A growing murmur of curiosity and awe filled the air, and soon, a crowd of onlookers began to gather around the haughty griffon.

Corbin reveled in the attention, posing for his rapt audience with great theatrics, arching his back and flexing his limbs to emphasize the contours and outlines of his much larger prey girl, who remained trapped within his belly. The spectators gawked in disbelief, their eyes wide with amazement and shock at the incredible sight.

One of the onlookers, unable to contain their incredulity, broke the silence with a question. "Corbin, how on earth did you manage to swallow someone so much larger than yourself?"

The griffon smirked, pleased by the opportunity to regale them with the story of his impressive conquest. "Ah, well, it was no easy feat, I assure you," he began, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "The process was long and arduous, but I was determined to overcome the challenge."

As Corbin continued to describe the difficult swallowing process, his audience listened with rapt attention, hanging onto his every word. "It took great patience and effort to maneuver Vivi into just the right position," he explained, "not to mention the immense strain on my throat as I worked to accommodate her sheer size."

Another coworker, visibly astounded by the feat, chimed in with a question of their own. "But why, Corbin? What possessed you to even attempt such an extraordinary thing?”

Corbin, unfazed by the query, simply smiled enigmatically. "Sometimes, one must push the boundaries of possibility to truly achieve greatness," he replied cryptically. "And I've always been one to rise to a challenge."

As the griffon continued to field questions from his captivated audience, the conversation turned to the topic of Vivi's endurance within his belly. "How has she managed to survive so long in there?" a coworker inquired, their voice tinged with concern.

Corbin's expression grew thoughtful as he pondered the answer. "Vivi's strength and resilience have been truly remarkable," he admitted, a note of grudging respect in his voice. "But, rest assured, her welfare remains my top priority."

As the gathering of coworkers and onlookers continued to swell, Corbin reveled in his moment in the spotlight, answering each question with measured poise and unwavering confidence. The air was electrified with curiosity and disbelief, yet the griffon continued to hold court, undaunted by the scrutiny.

In the midst of the chaos, however, Vivi's presence continued to loom large – a constant reminder of the complex and fraught relationship between predator and prey. And as Corbin basked in the glory, one couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two individuals, so dramatically and inexplicably bound together.