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'Five minutes before showtime' a loud voice boomed over the speakers, echoing out through the stadium. Over a hundred thousand furs of all species bustled throughout the arena, eagerly finding their way inside to view the action. Most were already in place and staring down in anticipation, while the rest were scrambling to get there on time. One such pair had arrived late, practically sprinting from the parking lot up to the security gate, tickets already in their paws.

"Come on! Run faster!" the wolf barked over his shoulder at the otter following behind him.

"It's kinda hard with a sore ass! Your knot's not small, you know? And it's your fault we're late, you couldn't get the damn thing down!" the otter retorted.

"You wouldn't stop squirming on it, and I couldn't drive with you in my lap. Now get over here!" the lupine continued, finally finding his place in line, panting slightly as the otter joined him by his side. A trail of brown jizz clearly marked the path he'd run as it dribbled out.

The pair panted in line as they waited, watching as the guards quickly checked everyone for entry. With how close it was to the start, the lines were small, and each of the two were soon taken aside by one of the furs securing the entry.

"Ticket?" the guard asked, which the wolf offered up. The rabbit checking him in quickly scanned it and smiled with approval. "Cutting it kinda late today. Fully male?" he continued, kneeling down when the wolf nodded in response. "Not that I don't believe you, handsome," the bunny remarked, reaching out and gripping the wolf's cock, "but it's part of our job to check," he continued, reaching one of his paws underneath and teasing the lupine's taint while the other slid up and down the shit-streaked cock. The rabbit couldn't help himself and leaned forward and gave it a couple quick sucks, smacking his lips in approval as he pulled a few drops of pre inside. The lupine looked over his shoulder as he was examined, smirking as he saw his otter friend cumming inside the maw of the fox guard he was paired with.

"All good down here, and I do mean good. Come back and see me after the show," the rabbit said with a wink, standing back up.

"I bet you say that to all the guys," the wolf replied with a grin.

"Absolutely. I'll take everything I can get," the rabbit shot back, unashamed of his slutty nature. "Last thing is to step over here and shit on the conveyor belt before I can let you in."

"Right, I'd heard about this. Why do we have to do this again?"

"You'll see, I promise. Just step over here sir," the rabbit instructed, licking his lips as the wolf squatted down. It didn't take long before a few solid, chunky logs of lupine waste lined themselves along the conveyor, each one pulled away before the rest could pile on top. Almost as soon as he'd finished, the otter he came with took a spot next to him, squatting down to provide his own contribution. This dump was much messier, coming out as an almost equal mixture of wolf cum and otter shit, and extremely liquid at that from having been battered not half an hour earlier.

"That's, uh...not a problem, is it?" the otter asked sheepishly.

"Heh, not at all," the fox who'd examined him remarked. "Somehow, I don't think they'll even notice it."

"Good. Are we all set now?"

"Yep. Enjoy the show!" the fox remarked, waving a paw and sending the pair inside before grabbing the next guests in line.

As they headed in, the wolf jokingly nudged the otter with his elbow. "You sure cum easy," he remarked.

"You didn't get me off at home," the otter rebutted. "I was pent up the whole way here and wanted to save it for the show, but oh well. There's no way it'll be the last time either of us gets off today."

"Hell no. Man, I can't believe we got tickets to this thing," the wolf replied. "Whatever you did for your friend, you gotta try on me sometime if it was good enough to get us in here."

"It wasn't all sex with him," the otter remarked, "though it certainly was most of it. He's into some interesting stuff, and I know you remember the nights I came home sore. Pretty much when we weren't fucking he seemed to like using my face as a footstool, and I might've gotten a foot fetish out of it, with as bad as they smelled."

"I'll remember that for later," the wolf said with a grin. "There were a lot of those nights though, so I know you really had to work for it."

"It's worth it," the otter remarked. "There's a reason this is the biggest event of the year. It's already so much more amazing just being here rather than at home - the announcers talk about it, but you really don't get a sense for just how foul this place smells."

"I know, right? I feel like I've got rotten shit pressed right up against my nostrils, and I don't think this is gonna go down until tomorrow at this rate," the wolf remarked, reaching down and giving himself a couple quick strokes.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," the otter quipped, reaching down and gripping it himself.

"You can sit on it again when we get to our seats, I promise," the wolf remarked. "They should just be through here..."

The horny couple soon found themselves walking down the staircase to their seats, the otter still with his paw on the lupine's cock as they went. For as lewd as their actions were, they blended in well, and could even be considered on the tame side in this crowd. Nearly everyone around was hard, and those that weren't were only softer because they'd spent themselves early. Almost everyone present was covered in some level of filth, and not a single seat was free of feces.

"Just in time - looks like he's about to start up," the wolf remarked, lifting the otter and taking his seat, effortlessly lowering the smaller male back onto his cock. "Comfy?"

"Yep," the otter replied, already feeling gravity pulling him back down against the gigantic swollen knot, wriggling a bit as he tried to get it a bit further inside.

Soon after they were set, the huge HD screens above the mysteriously large curtain flickered on, focused on a small gap that led out onto the stage. A hefty elephant strode out, the tip of his erection coming into view first as he made his presence known, striding up to the microphone and lifting it up.

"GOOOOOOOOOOD evening gentlefurs! How're we all doing out there?" He called, pausing for a moment as the excited cheer of the audience temporarily drowned out the cacophony of slapping and squelching. "Welcome to the finale of the twenty-fourth all-male filth festival! For the few of you who haven't watched before, I'll clue you in - every year, we hold a number of these events, each one lasting about a month. We've got some for all different combinations of genders, but the one you're about to see today - the all-male showdown - is the biggest of them all. The producer in my ear's telling me we have over three billion furs around the world tuning in, but they're only getting the second-best view next to all you nasty fucks here in the audience today!" he paused, letting another round of cheering wash over him.

"While each competition brings us something new, the events all stay the same. So far this month we've seen everything from artistic filth displays to violent, nasty, hardcore fucking. Every event has one thing in common though - FILTH! And in that vein, there's a reason we save this event for last - the one you've all been waiting for. Without further ado, we're here to crown the WORLD'S. GREATEST. TOILET!" The elephant shouted for emphasis, but by the time his last word was uttered, he was drowned out by the crowd. They knew why they were here, and they were excited beyond belief for it.

The emcee had to wait a bit for the crowd to die down, but soon continued his speech. "That's what I love to see - a big group of excited, horny guys all here to fuck to the sights of some of the nastiest sluts the world has to offer. Now, for the rules, so we're all clear - this event has three rounds. The freestyle, the onslaught, and the cleanup. Sixteen of the top worldwide toilets who've passed the preliminary rounds prior to tonight will face off in the freestyle. Eight more will endure the onslaught, and the final four will try to be the fastest to clean up their mess. Fastest to clean it up after all that - wins! The toilets you'll see here are not allowed to vomit to clear their stomach between rounds - as we all know, a good toilet never gets clogged. They swallow down everything you give it, no matter how much they've already eaten. They can puke in the middle of a round all they want, but they're only hurting their score by doing so. I know these guys though, they're all professionals - they're here to show you just how much shit they can shove down their throats. What do you say, should we get to it?"

The crowd roared as expected, and after letting it die down one last time, the emcee started his last bit. "Then may I introduce you to this evening's toilets!" He said excitedly, gesturing behind himself as the enormous curtain was dropped to the floor. All sixteen furs were evenly spaced around a swimming pool with a conveyor belt leading into it. The mess inside was completely overflowing by this point, and the last couple piles of feces on the conveyor belt didn't even make it close to the pool, instead getting added to the massive mound that had built up on the side.

"As I'm sure some of you here tonight were curious - we ask all audience members here to help us prepare for this event. You've all provided your shit at the guard gate and it was carried off into this pool before you. We're not giving them cold shit either - this pool's heated, so they'll be scarfing down your waste as if it came straight from your ass. These toilets will have ten minutes to eat as much as they can. Don't let some of these guys fool you - a few of them are small, but they know how to feast. The rules for this one are simple - most body weight gained in the ten minutes wins. Do whatever you can to cram your gullet full of shit, though no outside tools can be used or brought into the arena - you've got your maw, your paws, and whatever other body parts you can use to stuff shit down your throat. These sluts are also being fitted with vests attached to a rope - once the time is up, they'll be forcefully ejected from the pool. If any of them are seen continuing to eat after being removed, they'll be disqualified. Sound good?"

As the noises of the crowd echoed out a final time before the competition started, the participants shuffled around the pool. Ironically, these sixteen were by far the cleanest ones in the area, having been tidied in advance for accurate weighing. As they waited for the starting mark, the contestants shared a wide range of emotions. Some were nervous, some were excited, some were focused, and some were a bundle of all three.

One of those in the latter state was Jacob, one of the participants on the smaller side here. His friends had always pushed him to join this competition after seeing him in action, and after a year of training following his near-miss in the preliminary rounds last year, finally found himself here on the big stage. He knew the larger guys had an inherent advantage in that they could fit more shit in their muzzle and throat at once, but what he lacked in size, the fox made up for in determination. All sixteen were clearly motivated - evidenced by the sixteen erections dribbling pre over the pool - and Jacob knew at the end of the day he was going to enjoy competing even if he didn't win. He still got to go out and do what he did best - eat shit.

"Toilets, are you ready?" the emcee asked, voice still booming through the stadium. He gave them a few seconds to reply before continuing. It was now or never - all sixteen of them steeled themselves, focusing on the massive mound of waste in the pool, shaking off all doubts and replacing them with sheer determination. "Alright then. On your marks...get set...feast!" He shouted, and the second the word left the elephant's lips, the toilets all dove headfirst into the overwhelming pile of waste, maws open as they let the force of their entry force the first few logs down their throat.

It was an interesting sensation. While some of them had been training for this event for years - or on some level, a lifetime - it was difficult to fully practice for something of this magnitude. You could get a few friends together to help really pile the waste up and scarf it down as quickly as possible, but nothing quite prepared you for being completely submerged in an ocean of heated shit. Every single one of the sixteen had their bodies completely covered by the mess and felt it in every orifice - in their ears, nose, between their toes, in their ass, and firmly pressing against every square inch of fur, scales, or skin. Most importantly though, even a few seconds in, they could all taste it washing over their tongues and into their gut.

"And we have our first one up - the Brazilian contestant, Arthur! I know it's hard to tell, but under all that crap is a panther coming up for air. And down again!" The elephant commentated, narrating the events in the pool as they showed up on the screen for the audience to see.

Down below, Jacob was madly working his throat. Paws shoved as much shit straight down his esophagus as they could muster, and the fox was barely chewing any of it. Taking time to savor the meal was out of the question - this was purely about volume. Jacob also had a bit of an advantage when it came to maximizing his time down below, where the pressure helped force it down - he'd routinely been subjected to having his airway blocked off by cock after cock, not always with the option to free himself from it.

It was obvious the ocean of excrement came from multiple donors as well - one mouthful would be rather firm, and the next one immediately after fairly soft. Any diarrhea added either nicely mixed in with the firmer bits or flooded off the side of the conveyor before it made it to the pool. It wasn't just the textures varying either - flavors changed rapidly. Upon purchase of a ticket, everyone in the audience was encouraged to eat something with a strong, distinctive flavor before arriving today. Some didn't follow it, while others chose to eat something extremely spicy, sweet, sour, or anything else that would carry though into the pool. Every single toilet had to tune these out and not get distracted by the varied waste they consumed.

"Five minutes to go, folks. And while these shit freaks do their work, I want to say thank you to everyone out there in the crowd today - we wouldn't have nearly as putrid a sea of shit for these guys to swim in if it weren't for you. I bet you can smell this place ten miles away!" The elephant boomed, though the crowd was less loud this time as they stayed focused on the screens, watching the contestants coming up for air more and more often as they wore down.

Jacob was no exception to the exhaustion - after fifteen minutes of eating, his arms were getting tired of constantly forcing their way through dung, shoveling it into his muzzle. While he couldn't see it, he knew his stomach was swollen already, and this was just the first round. Without being able to see the others and knowing how much they'd eaten, you couldn't slow down - you had to guarantee you'd make it to the onslaught.

The fox came up for breath two more times in those last minutes, though stayed nearer the surface each time to make sure he was close enough should he tire too much. He thanked his lucky stars his muzzle had so much use, otherwise his jaw would have surely been aching by now like an amateur toilet. As soon as he felt himself jerked backwards, he dropped his paws and quickly swallowed the last bit inside his muzzle, not wanting to risk being disqualified for cheating.

"Three...two...one...TIME!" The emcee called, as a loud pre-recorded burst of flatulence sounded across the stadium speakers to signify the end of the round. What looked like sixteen giant balls of feces erupted from the pool, sending splatters of shit all over the ground around it. "We'll get these guys cleaned up, figure out who's who under all that mess, and weigh them up!"

Jacob panted slightly as he felt himself pulled back onto solid ground, sitting and resting with his paws on his stomach, surprised by just how much he'd eaten. He'd certainly been filled before, but never this much. With a strained grunt, he lifted one of his paws and wiped away the shit covering his eyes, allowing him to look around at the other contestants. Most were like him, sitting on the ground with a swollen gut, though it was hard to tell what was swelling and what was just pure filth caked onto their bodies. A couple of the participants had some other, relatively cleaner furs surrounding them though - he presumed this was what they meant by the cleanup process, watching as two of his fellow competitors were licked clean.

Deciding to rest a bit before the next round, Jacob averted his gaze from the others and simply leaned back, laying face-up on the ground, breathing slowly. Despite having just eaten for ten minutes, his instincts hadn't quite worn off. It took a lot of mental strength not to continue wiping up the waste and making dessert out of it. It wasn't until he felt a muzzle against his leg did he realize it was finally his turn, feeling two others join it quickly in slurping up the shit on his body.

He didn't even open his eyes, simply staying on his back and letting the helpers do their work. While two of them focused on his upper body, one stayed down lower, eventually settling on Jacob's cock. The mysterious muzzle wrapped itself around the length, guzzling the shit off it, though not stopping even when it was mostly clean. He continued sucking, squeezing behind Jacob's knot and simulating a tie, quickly milking an extra treat out of the fox. Jacob shivered a bit as he felt himself release, spraying the worker's throat with his jizz, but paid it no further mind. As fun as it was, his mind was still focused on the weigh-in and whether he'd make it to the next round.

Soon enough, his time came. His fur was as clean as muzzles could get it, and he was instructed to head up onto the stage next to the scale, where the elephant was standing by. The current reading was up on the screen, next to the high scores table so far. Apparently, ten others had been weighed by this point. The majority were between ten and fifteen pounds, but one fur had managed to eat twenty-five. Jacob was stunned - how the hell did someone eat over two pounds of shit per minute for that long? He shook his head, standing next to the scale, waiting for further instructions.

"This one's Jacob - a fox from the US," the elephant paused, letting the crowd cheer for one of the three contestants from the home country. "Looking at him, I'd say he's got a pretty good shot of it - what do you say?" he paused, letting the camera show off Jacob's swollen physique to the audience to another round of cheers. "So Jacob - what'd you think?" he asked.

The fox was a bit caught off guard - he wasn't expecting much of an interview component to this. He quickly focused himself though and replied, "It was amazing. I'd do that again in a heartbeat, even if I wasn't competing."

"Spoken like a true toilet! So tell us, how many times have you cum since jumping in?" the elephant asked.

"Uh...honestly, I couldn't tell you. I think I felt something down there a couple times while I was submerged, but I was so focused on eating I didn't pay it much attention."

"So not just a toilet, but a well-trained bottom as well, paying attention to shit over his own dick - for any tops in the audience, make sure you keep an eye on this one after we're done!" the elephant half-joked, slapping Jacob on the ass. "Well now, it's time for the moment of truth. His pre-meal weight was two hundred and thirty-four pounds. Jacob, step on the scale and show us just how much of a toilet you are!"

The fox took a deep breath and nodded. He stepped forward, closing his eyes feeling the cold metal beneath his newly shit-free footpaws, exhaling as he stood still. The few seconds it took to get an accurate reading were the longest ones of Jacob's life. The crowd waited with bated breath before the number finally flashed on the screen, followed by an enormous cheer. Jacob immediately opened his eyes and whipped around, looking up and seeing the giant weight displayed to the crowd: two hundred and fifty pounds. Sixteen pounds eaten - enough for fourth! And with five left to go, it was unlikely he'd miss the next round. With a sigh of relief, he stepped off, when the elephant clapped him on the ass again.

"I knew you were a great toilet the second I laid eyes on you - we'll have to trade numbers after this is over," the elephant said with a wink, eliciting some light laughter and whistling from the crowd. "Head on over with the rest of the guys, and we'll get the next one up here."

Jacob happily made his way off the other side of the stage where he was directed to his place in line. The ten others who'd been weighed were ordered according to how much they'd eaten, and Jacob took his spot to the right of three others. The camera showed him taking his spot in line, displaying the order of toilets to the crowd, then quickly going back to pick up the next one for weigh-in. The fox looked to his left, looking over the ones who'd eaten more. An orca, a horse, and a wolf - three guys who towered over the fox's height, and it was no wonder they'd been able to scarf down more than Jacob. To his left though, some of the guys there were larger as well, but the fox had proven a better toilet so far - proof that size wasn't everything. It wasn't a huge shock to Jacob that the orca was winning so far, and likely to take the round - while shit was quite different from water when you were drowning in it, having such a large mouth with the innate ability to move quickly through the pool likely made it easier to gulp down more.

While Jacob was temporarily frightened - the next two contestants to weigh in had done better than he had - the fears were soon gone. The final three all failed to qualify, and Jacob ended up sixth in the round. The bottom eight were led away, while the rest were brought back onto the stage, again standing in order before the crowd.

"And here, gentlefurs, are the world's top eight toilets! But we don't stop here - no, we want to know who the world's greatest is! And to do that, you can see the setup already being put in place for the next round. Hang tight, and we'll get started up again here shortly. But first, a round of applause for these lovely shit eaters!"

Jacob smiled and waved to the audience with the rest of the toilets as the camera panned over them, showing off their brown-stained exteriors and pregnant-looking guts to the crowd. Before long though, the focus was moved to the setup of the next round. Jacob looked on curiously as eight large containers were brought onto the stage - each one looked like a miniature swimming pool, but with a solid bottom and tall glass walls to allow others to see inside. A small door was present on each as well to allow entry and exit. Each one was installed on top of an oversized scale, which was zeroed out to ignore the weight of the tank itself.

After these were securely put in place, the largest rimseats Jacob had ever seen were brought in and installed over them. The stands were a bit odd - clearly made to be adjustable - but also seemed to be extremely well made, with steps even present to allow easy access to them. These were definitely built to support some large guys. Once those too were finally installed and tested, the elephant stepped back up to the microphone, clearing his throat and starting up once again.

"Thanks for your patience, folks - though I'm sure all of you found someone to do while we waited. Round two is ready to go - the onslaught! As you can see behind me, the eight toilets are being led into their tanks. They'll be secured to the bottom by two sets of restraints, one around their ankles, and one just below their knees, forcing them into a kneeling position - one I'm sure they're all quite familiar with. Their paws will be handcuffed behind their backs, and they'll be staring up at the asses above them. To do that though, we need some asses - send in the shitters!" the elephant announced.

Off to the side, heading in from the outside of the stadium were sixteen of the largest guys Jacob had ever seen, marching two-by-two as they headed toward the stage and slowly made their way toward the toilets. They paired off as they walked, with two heading to each tank and walking up the stairs, facing the toilets strapped in place down below.

"Now, as I mentioned - the onslaught. We did say toilets, and we expect these guys to be full service. We'll get back to the shit eating in a bit, but for now, these big guys need to drain their bladders. Simply drinking from just one would be no big deal for a world-class toilet though - each of these guys have two to deal with. They'll get two of the biggest streams of piss we have to offer straight to the face, and their job is the same as it always has been - guzzle it down. This time though, since there's not an infinite amount to drink, we'll base it on percentage - the higher the percentage of piss you drink instead of spilling all over yourself, the better your score. This is just part one of the onslaught, however - we'll tell you about parts two and three in a bit."

"I want you all to notice something important about this setup - these guys are all standing well above the toilets right now. Even if the toilets stretch up as high as they can get, the closest they'll get to any of the cocks dangling above them is about a foot. Again, it's too easy if they can just shove the pair down their throats and let their stomachs fill up, so they'll have to really work for it if they want to win. After all - they are supposed to be the best. I'm sure you're all tired of listening to me blather on though, and you want to see these guys guzzle down piss."

"Toilets - are you ready?" the elephant asked, looking around to see the nods from inside the tanks. "Then off we go - three...two...one...feast!"

Not all the streams started at once, but within ten seconds, they'd all managed to get going. Jacob was staring up at a pair of horses, and though the phrase 'piss like a racehorse' passed through his mind, he hadn't expected to deal with two at once today. The one on the left started off quick, aimed directly at the fox's open muzzle, smacking his tongue squarely in the center. Jacob quickly started gulping, knowing this round focused heavily on quick swallows - anything missed would count against him in the weighing later. While he was relatively comfortable with one, only missing a few droplets, the second horse started up quickly after the first and immediately pushed Jacob to his limits.

"Well well...looks like some of these guys know how to handle their piss!" the elephant announced as the camera zoomed in on the wolf who'd beaten Jacob in the first round, seeing two arcs of urine disappearing down his throat with only small streams escaping the corners of his lips.

"And...some don't," he soon followed it with, remarking on the camera zooming in on a rabbit, the only contestant smaller than Jacob to make it this far. The bunny was clearly struggling, easily with more piss running down his body than going inside it. It wasn't the fault of the guys above him either - they were under strict orders to aim directly at the toilets' muzzles beneath them - the flow was just too much. All contestants were dealing with roughly equal flows as well, as all the pissing males were screened beforehand for their extremely high levels of piss production and intensity.

Almost as suddenly as the round started, it soon came to an end. Within roughly a minute of each other, all sixteen of the large males stopped their streams. They started ebbing at different times, but still did their best to make sure what came out was over their toilet. When the final guy shook the last few drops off, the clock on screen stopped, showing they'd been going for nearly six minutes, continuously relieving themselves inside the males below.

"And that does it for part one of the onslaught! Don't stop watching folks, part two's starting up right away. It wouldn't be much of an onslaught if we gave them a break now, would it? One of the guys from each pair of pissers has been given a special diet over the last twenty-four hours. They've been fed nearly twenty pounds of food each, and roughly an hour ago, were given an extremely powerful laxative. We wouldn't have brought them on if they couldn't hold it though, and while they've done well so far not to let anything escape, it's time for them to let it out. Toilets, onslaught continues in three...two...one...feast!"

The elephant gave no warning this time, though all eight were forewarned they wouldn't get much of a break here. One of each pair of the large males took their place on the rimseat while the elephant explained the round to the audience, and with the signal to start, each one let loose. Unlike the piss, this time the flows started instantaneously, both powerful and messy.

Jacob stared up at the pucker of the stallion above him, pulling against his restraints in an effort to get closer, not wanting to miss anything. When he heard the go word from the elephant, he opened his muzzle and kept his focus squarely on his upcoming meal. At first, none of the contestants found this round particularly hard - all eight shitters were pushing out extremely soft logs, but they were routinely falling in the same place, easily able to be swallowed without chewing. The difficulty of the round quickly spiked, however, when the consistency softened even further. Such a large amount of food forced through the body quickly by the laxatives didn't allow for much time to stiffen and form logs, causing the shit to splatter messily out.

The toilets on the receiving end of it did their best, but it was a challenge for any of them to get any appreciable amount of it inside. Not only was it hard for them to keep their muzzles placed underneath most of the waterfall of diarrhea, but the splatters went everywhere, including over their eyes. They had to shut their eyes, only opening them for a split second when they thought they could risk it to reposition their maws under most of the storm.

Every time Jacob thought it was over, it would start up again. A long, hot, disgusting jet of chunky diarrheal soup overfilled his muzzle. The fox then swallowed as much of it as his body would accept, and the rest flooded over his lips and into the tank around him. Suddenly, it would stop for a moment, Jacob could catch his breath, and then it started up all over again as if it never stopped. Strong bursts continued assaulting the fox's taste buds, and while it was arguably the most difficult portion of the evening, it was probably Jacob's favorite. There was some level of strategy to it as well - opening his muzzle as wide as it would go created a long trough for it to fall into, but also made it very narrow. Opening it a little bit less let him stretch his cheeks slightly wider and make a more circular hole, increasing the area for the feces to flood.

"It's rounds like these that highlight just how messy even the best toilets can be," the elephant said simply as the camera panned over the contestants. Each one was covered in brown by this point, and while some were more successful than others at the task, none of them were doing well this time. Between not being able to see where they were supposed to keep their muzzle and the wide spray of shit splattering over their bodies, it was impossible to swallow even half the waste spewing forth.

A few minutes later, part two of the onslaught finally came to an end, leaving the toilets breathless and dripping as the remnants of diarrhea fell into the tank around them. They had no time to breathe, however, before the first shitter got off and the second one got on.

"And for our final act in the onslaught," the elephant boomed, "we're finally going to get these guys back on solid foods. While the first shitters were fed heavily over the last day, these guys were fed over the last week, and none have taken a dump in that time. In total, nearly seventy pounds of food - ten pounds a day - have built up in their systems, and it's desperate for a way out. Let's see how these guys cope with their last task before we name our top four toilets. Three...two...one...feast!"

All in, less than 60 seconds passed between the end of the diarrhea storm and the start of more solid food coming down. Jacob's immediate impression was that this was going to be simpler than the last one, but it was anything but. With a week's worth of pressure built up, logs came hard and fast. The first few were solid as rock, with a tremendous amount of effort required to swallow them down. Jacob could do it without chewing, as he assumed the other contestants could as well, but it wasn't easy. By the time he got the first one down, the second had already fallen, smacking him in the face and landing with a splash in the tank.

Over time, the waste became a bit softer, but the strategy didn't change. Jacob was able to work his tongue into it a bit more to help force it down his gullet, but clay would have been easier to chew through than the dung the horse was pushing out. The pattern went on for a while, with Jacob able to work one log down his throat, only to let the next one fall to his side. It didn't change until the immediate pressure was lessened a bit, and the waste continued softening. It was still rather chunky, but Jacob found it much quicker to get down his throat.

By this point in the competition, Jacob's stomach felt full to bursting. Not only did he consume over fifteen pounds in the first round, but he'd guzzled piss from two giant horses, somehow managed to keep slurping diarrhea from one of them, and felt the most solid shit he'd ever eaten swelling his stomach even further. He wasn't going to be able to move for days after this competition, but it was more than worth it. Sheer determination kept him eating, and a well-practiced throat kept him from overflowing. His only hope was that the other contestants were more affected by their shit-filled stomachs than he was.

By the end of the round, Jacob managed to keep up with the horse above him. Every sloppy, slimy log that dropped from the horse's rear managed to end up between Jacob's lips, and while some small chunks of the logs hit his lips and fell out, he still managed to consume the majority of all of them. Overall, the round was definitely one of his best, but time would tell just how good it was. Soon enough, the constant stream of excrement spluttered, with the horse above starting to blast the fox's face with rancid gas. One final, weak log managed to fall down into Jacob's muzzle, and despite being in the heat of the moment, he could sense when a bowel movement was over. The fox kept it between his lips for a while, mashing it up and really savoring the taste, knowing that he was more at home here than anywhere else. He could swallow whenever - as long as it wasn't outside his body, it would count.

"And with that, the onslaught is finally over!" The elephant announced, giving the shitters a few seconds to push out anything else they had left. Once nothing came, the official word to stop happened. The second shitters stood up, feeling massively relieved after a week of not defecating. "Now for the moment of truth - the weighing. Unfortunately for our workers, they can't lick the contestants clean this time - any waste that isn't in their stomachs will be scraped into the pool. The weight of the pool will be immediately apparent by the scales underneath, but the question remains - how much have these toilets eaten? Give us a few moments to fill the pools, and we'll start the weighing."

As soon as the emcee stopped speaking, Jacob felt two sets of paws over his body. They scraped the shit downward, really pressing into his fur to get as much as they could. This was one small advantage he had - fur would help keep some of the liquid inside it to boost his weight a small amount, but it was highly unlikely it would be enough to change his ranking. It took a few moments, but eventually he was given the all-clear and told to step out of his tank. Immediately, his eyes shot to the scale and saw his number - about ten pounds. His ears flattened upon seeing it, realizing just how much waste he'd failed to swallow, knowing it was unlikely he'd move on at this point. Feeling slightly dejected, he didn't bother to look at any of the others around, too frozen as he stared at his own.

"We'll go in reverse order of round one finishing. In other words, let's start at this end, with the eighth-place finisher in the freestyle - Cody, come on up here!" The elephant boomed into the microphone. "Now, Cody left near twenty pounds of piss and shit inside his tank - five pounds more than he ate in all of the freestyle! One thing left to figure out - let's see how much weight the bear put on for this winter," he joked, ushering the ursine up onto the scale. Quickly, the number was revealed and compared to the first round's finish. "Up thirteen pounds! In other words, just under forty percent of the waste assaulting his muzzle actually ended up inside. At this point, I should say - for all of you out there thinking 'I could do that', you're thinking of all the times when your lips are sealed tight against some other guy's tailhole and you only eat forty percent of it. Any one of these guys could hit one hundred percent doing that without breaking a sweat. Not only are they being subjected to guys who've been specially prepared to push out massive amounts of waste, they're rather handicapped in their ability to eat it. So, let's hear it for Cody!" He paused, letting the applause ring out.

Jacob tuned out for a bit after Cody's turn ended, ignoring the results of the next one to go - while he certainly wasn't worried about losing out to the bear, he still wasn't all that confident. He'd forgotten he was third up, however, and was jerked out of his self-pity when he was called to the scale. He quickly saw that the second fur up had put up forty-eight percent - an increase over the bear, but still under half the piss and shit they were fed.

"Third up, Jacob!" the elephant boomed. "I know what you're all thinking - how the hell is this fox even able to participate? Isn't it physically painful for him to go this long without a cock inside him? Let me tell you - foxes are some of the most ravenous toilets I've ever used. Jacob, tell us, from a fox - what's more important to you, dick or shit?"

"Shit," Jacob said instantly. "Don't get me wrong, I'll take both if I can get it, but shit. Always shit," he repeated, almost too eagerly, to the laughter of the elephant next to him.

"Hungry words from someone so small - let's see if you've put your mouth where your mouth is," he uttered, lightly pushing against Jacob's back to usher him onto the scale. It fluctuated for a few moments, but finally on the screen it flashed: two hundred and sixty-five pounds. "Up just over fifteen pounds! Well well, seems we have a new favorite!" The emcee announced, causing Jacob to jerk his head up and look at the screen. Sixty percent of waste eaten! Not just better than the other two, but by a large margin! Jacob seriously underestimated the difficulty of that round, but it also spoke to his dedication as a toilet - even seeing his performance next to some of the world's best, he still somehow felt like he'd underperformed.

"Thank you Jacob, that's going to take some beating - next up!" The elephant announced, and the fox hopped off the scale and walked over to the side, taking his place at the end of the line of weighed contestants. Now more motivated than ever, despite having over thirty new pounds of waste somehow stuffed in his gut since this morning, he paid close attention to the rest of the results. As the next two came in, Jacob started celebrating. Both were lower than him! He was locked into the final round!

When all was said and done, just like after the freestyle, the top four were brought back on stage. "And let's hear it for the survivors of the onslaught!" the deep voice boomed, gesturing toward the four furs standing to his left. "First, we have Alexander," he remarked, gesturing toward the wolf. "Finished fourth in the freestyle with eighteen pounds of shit eaten, and first in the onslaught with sixty-six percent in his gut, he's up thirty-seven pounds on the day!" He announced, letting the cheers wash over them.

"Next, we have Jacob! I know he's small, but this little guy has eaten thirty-one pounds of piss and shit today! Just goes to show what determination can do for you. He finished sixth in the freestyle, but second in the onslaught!" He paused, letting the crowd die down once more.

"Third, we have Jason! Fifth in the freestyle, third here, this rhino's put on thirty pounds for the day!" He announced, pausing one last time. "Then, finally, we have Rich," he gestured to the orca, "barely edging his way into this round with fifty-two percent. He finished first in the freestyle, and fourth here in the onslaught. With his massive round one tally, this whale's consumed forty pounds of shit today! Let's hear it for him, and all your finalists!"

Jacob looked to his sides as he crowd cheered, sizing up his competition for the last round. They all looked like they were at the point of bursting, but all were prepared to keep going. While two of the three others had eaten more than him today, he'd by far put on the highest percentage of body weight, gaining over ten percent of it in under an hour. The others were more in the five to ten percent range, with each of them weighing over five hundred before the day started.

"For our final round, the cleanup, we take the average finishing position of each of our final four and seed them in that order, with the tiebreak being the onslaught finish. Funnily enough, we have two ties - Rich and Alexander both have an average finish of two point five, with the tiebreak going to the wolf. Jason and Jacob both have an average of fourth, but Jacob's second place finish in the onslaught will see him placed third. Seeding matters a lot here in the cleanup, and I rather like this round's name. You didn't think we'd let all this shit go uneaten, did you?" the elephant asked, gesturing to the tanks around him.

"In this round, we'll combine some of the tanks. The first seed - Alexander - will have to eat what was left in his tank, as well as that of the lightest tank of the bottom four finishers from the previous round. Rich will then have to eat his tank plus the second lightest, Jacob eats his and the second heaviest, and Jason has both his and the heaviest remaining tank to deal with. Let's combine the tanks and see what today's final course looks like!"

Trios of furs came to lift up the tanks, careful not to spill even the smallest amount. Each one was tipped into the correct participant's original tank, grouping together all the waste they'd have to eat. None of them were small, and with the exception of Rich's first round meal, they were the largest meals any of them would have to eat today. Jacob couldn't bear to look at the weights on any of the scales - the sight of this much shit piled up was daunting enough, and knowing just how much was there wasn't going to help.

"This round is no holds barred - no restraints, just a toilet and his tank of waste to feast upon. Only a couple rules for this round. All waste must remain either in the contestant or in the tank - no splattering or throwing it outside. They're permitted to kneel in the mess and use their paws, but anything deemed 'excessive smearing' by our judges will result in disqualification. It has to go in you, not on you! As much as we'd love to see these guys lick their tanks clean, with the state their bodies are in now, there's no way they'll be able to get it spotless. All we ask is that they get their tanks down to under one pound of waste left. They can step out of their tank anytime they think they've completed the task, but if it still shows over one pound left, they've got to get back in and lick up anything they missed. First one done - wins!"

"Toilets, if you've got any empty space left in your gut, now's the time to fill it. Get in position," he instructed, waiting as the toilets climbed over their tank walls, unable to open the doors without letting some of the waste spill out. Each of them knelt in the mess, covering their legs for the third time that day in feces. Their mixtures were about half liquid and half solid, though by far most of it was shit - with the amount of diarrhea missed, it easily flooded the bottom of the tanks, with some of the solid logs from the final part of the onslaught either floating in it or sunk to the bottom.

"For the title of world's greatest toilet...three, two, one, feast!" The call came, and all four toilets dropped down and ravenously tore into their final meal of the day. The screens high above the stage suddenly moved into split screen, with one camera focused on each of the four messily shoving logs in their maws and slurping diarrhea to wash them down.

Even without being completely submerged this time, Jacob still wasn't coming up for air. He kept his muzzle firmly buried in the mess, making sure that every time he swallowed, his cheeks immediately flooded with liquid shit once more. Paws worked overtime to scoop the waste toward his muzzle, and he scooted back against the edge of the tank to make sure he could scarf down as much as possible without having to move around.

"Man, how are these freaks not full yet?" The elephant boomed, laughing as he looked over the four. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say a couple of these guys were still starving!" He remarked as the screens focused solely on Alexander and Jacob. "The others definitely have room left, but they're not nearly as hungry," he continued as it swapped to views of Rich and Jason.

Jacob, knowing he was at a disadvantage with how much he had to eat, constantly tried to come up with new strategies to give himself an edge. After scarfing enough of the waste down to get it below door level, he stepped out for a second to check his weight - still just over half of it left. Instead of getting back inside, however, the fox knelt down outside his door and got on all fours over the rim of the tank. While he was at a disadvantage in terms of how much waste would get stuck to him rather than inside, it kept the remaining feces in front of his muzzle, preventing him from having to repeatedly twist himself around in the tank and find out where the remnants were later in the round. Additionally, it let him check his weight much more quickly.

"Seems like the fox is tired of being messy," the voice boomed out, laughing at the fox's exit from his tank. Jacob paid it no mind though, still focused on his meal. Open, slurp, swallow. Open, slurp, swallow. That was the repeated motion of his jaw, using his paws whenever a log needed to be forced inside. His gut pressed against the ground as he ate, swollen beyond belief at this point, but Jacob was determined to fill it just a bit more.

A few more minutes passed, and Jacob could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. As he started scrambling to scoop up some of the soggy piles left scattered through the tank, the elephant's voice sounded once more. "We've got a second weight in - Alexander's down to three pounds left!" it was announced, and Jacob went into panic mode. His arms went into overdrive as he gathered everything he could, noisily chomping at the leftover waste in a desperate plea to win. He paused for just a moment, lifting himself back onto his knees and checking his weight.

"Jacob's bringing the heat - only half a pound left! But Alexander's right there with him - which one will be crowned the world's greatest toilet? Eat! Eat! Eat!" He chanted, listening to the crowd joining in as the pair of canines battled for the title. Only a few seconds later, Alexander scrambled out of his tank once more, only for the elephant to announce - "One point two pounds - barely over the limit! Quick, wolfy, clean up the - nope, it's too late!" He started, but was quickly cut off. Jacob's scale read nine tenths of a pound, and the fox sat back on his knees, panting heavily.

"We have a winner! Jacob, come on over here!" The elephant beckoned. Jacob shakily got to his footpaws, struggling with the additional weight now bogging him down. He panted as he slowly made his way across the stage, paws resting on his stomach as he approached the emcee. The vulpine was a mess - his head was covered in the mixture of wastes, and his legs were no different. The rest of him had a few splatters on it, but most of his torso was simply covered in streaks left by the workers from previous rounds. As Jacob walked over, he sharply exhaled through his nose, shooting out a couple snot-covered nuggets of shit onto the stage. Too exhausted and full to continue, the remaining toilets simply sat in their tanks for now, relaxing in the waste they'd failed to eat.

"First of all, congratulations are in order - well done! The odds were stacked against you today with some of the larger toilets out there, but you've proven all the doubters wrong. Small guy like you went up against the best of them and came out victorious. How do you feel?" The elephant asked, pushing the microphone in Jacob's face.

"Full," the fox simply, punctuating his word with a belch into the microphone, splattering shit over it. The crowd laughed at his response, but no one could blame him.

"Better get used to it," the elephant instructed. "Not only do I expect you to be a staple of this competition for years to come, everyone you know is going to want to try out that world-class muzzle of yours. I daresay you'll never have trouble finding a fat ass to eat from ever again," he paused, turning toward the crowd. "Gentlefurs, if you've been edging throughout the competition, now's the time to let your loads fly - let's all let one loose for the world's greatest toilet - JACOB!" He yelled the last word into the mic, and while some of the crowd cheered, it was easily drowned out by the moans. Almost every single guy out there either fucked or jerked off rapidly, and as the camera panned over them, ropes of jizz could be seen shooting out in all directions, landing on other members of the audience as they recklessly celebrated the winner.

Jacob, not wanting to be left out, wrapped his arm around his gut and gave himself a couple strokes. That was all it took - despite having gotten off a few times already that day, the fox was always ready for more, and focusing on the taste of shit fresh on his tongue was more than enough to get him off. He sprayed his load across the stage, letting his paw drop off to his side, panting harder as he finally allowed himself to relax.

"Well, thank you all for joining us today, and a huge congratulations to Jacob - this won't be the last you'll see of him," the elephant boasted, reaching over and wrapping and arm around Jacob's shoulders, pulling him close and getting a bit of the mess on him as well. "We'll see you next-" he started, before ominous music started playing over the speakers. The cameras swapped over to the tunnel into the stadium, shaking for dramatic effect as they waited.

"I almost forgot," the elephant started. Jacob immediately reacted as he followed the larger male's gaze - he couldn't believe he forgot about this part of the event, but his ears flattened and a frightened look appeared on his face as he recalled it. "For those of you out there with keen eyes, you'll have noticed that the guys pissing and shitting on our toilets here today were some of the highest-placed finishers in the world's greatest shitter competition that occurred almost a month ago. For those with even keener eyes, you'll know that our champion, Jeremy, wasn't present. He's not one to be left out though. Oh Jeremy, could you join us please?" The pachyderm asked, and immediately the lights in the tunnel flickered on. The largest dragon Jacob had ever seen was now filling the screen, a predatory look across his face.

"Jeremy's here to join us for...let's call it a bonus round," the elephant laughed, looking down at Jacob's horrified face. The dragon soon joined them on the stage, striding up next to the pair. While Jacob was dwarfed by the elephant's size, it was nothing next to Jeremy - Jacob wouldn't even have to bend over to eat from the dragon's ass, already at eye level with the hole. "We already know this little guy here's the world's greatest toilet, but there's still one title left to claim. Can he become the world's greatest toilet...ever?"

The elephant gestured up to the screen, and the high scores from years past flashed up. "We'll do a repeat of part three of the onslaught - Jacob will be secured in his tank, and Jeremy here will sit over him. Jacob will do his best to eat as much of the dragon shit as he can, but I imagine there's not a ton of room left in there," he joked, poking the fox's gut. "This one's more for fun anyway - call it a victory shower. But, if Jacob can eat..." he trailed off, glancing up at the screen, "more than twenty-nine percent of Jeremy's load here, then he'll be crowned the world's greatest toilet EVER!"

As Jacob and Jeremy went to take their positions, the elephant continued. "Oh, and did I forget to mention? The rest of our shitters were given a careful diet to ensure a balanced competition. No such rules applied to Jeremy here - he hasn't taken a dump in a week, but he was given as much food as he could handle. It's anyone's guess just how much this behemoth has built up, but we'll get to see it live here as Jacob tries to eat as much as he can. Or not - as I said, this one's an exhibition, so Jacob, if you just want to bathe in it, feel free. I suspect someone as competitive as you won't stop without a fight though," the elephant remarked with a grin.

He was right as well - Jacob was already preparing himself to eat again, desperately trying to ignore the painful nature of his gut. He'd been weighed in for an accurate reading, locked in position, and was staring up at the largest pucker he'd ever seen. The thought crossed his mind that he could get his entire head inside that thing if he tried hard enough, but pushed it aside as something to explore later. For now, his goal was simple: eat.

"We all know the rules at this point, so without further ado, good luck Jacob! For pride and the title of world's greatest toilet EVER, in three, two, one, feast!" the elephant announced, and as soon as the last word escaped his lips, Jacob saw his meal coming.

What came from the horses earlier in the round had nothing on this. Not only were the logs far too large for Jacob to fit fully inside his muzzle, they came hard and fast. His face was assaulted with the dragon's dung, logs repeatedly smacking his head from all sides, cascading down his body and into the tank around him. He tore into what he could, biting through the waste and gulping it down, desperately trying to keep a full log between his lips long enough to swallow. Every time he caught one, the next one would fall and break it off, leaving Jacob with only his mouthful to guzzle down. He could clearly see why the scores for this round were so low - not only were the contestants full to bursting by this point, but the amount of shit was just massive.

"I gotta give him credit - this fox has got some fight in him," the elephant announced, watching Jacob brutalized by the cascading excrement. "He's going to end up swimming again soon if he can't pick up the pace though," he remarked, noting the level of waste in the tank already burying Jacob's legs completely, quickly coming up around his stomach.

Jacob could barely focus on what the emcee was saying, but the words still registered in his mind. The goading gave him the last push he needed, working his muzzle overtime, stretching up just a couple more inches to get closer to the hole. By now, the logs had softened a bit, and Jacob was able to quickly tear into them and swallow. Every fiber of his body told him to stop, but his mind told him to keep going, and he was still listening to the latter.

Nearly ten minutes had passed before the shower stopped, and the waste in the tank came up just shy of Jacob's armpits. His paws had been buried in it as they were cuffed behind his back, and he felt his cock still somehow throbbing inside the mess. The last few spurts of flatulence blasted Jacob in the face, powerful enough to send some of the shit stuck to it down with the rest. His head fell backwards, muzzle still wide open as he relaxed, knowing his day was truly over at this point.

"And with that, our toilet is well and truly used. Let's get this fox cleaned up, and we'll do our final weighing," the elephant announced, and Jacob was soon freed from his restraints, feeling the familiar paws running over his body and scraping the filth back into the tank. He stepped out and allowed the workers to clean his legs, freeing him of the waste once more. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to the scale under the tank. Twenty-three pounds of shit rested inside, and though Jacob was disappointed, he nodded. He knew he wasn't going to be able to do all that well in this round, not with as full as he already was, but it was still fun nonetheless.

"For the final time, Jacob, why don't you step up onto the scale, and we'll see where you fall on our list," he was instructed, and the fox complied. He stepped up onto the scale, and saw the reading - this time, he'd only managed to eat ten pounds, by far the smallest of any round so far. He nodded solemnly and climbed off, waiting for the percent to be calculated.

Some of the quicker members of the audience had started gasping, however, and the arena was soon filled with an excited buzz. "Jacob, you did well," the elephant started, "and I think we all know on an empty stomach you'd have scarfed down way more of that shit. As it is, you've managed to eat ten pounds, but left twenty-three behind in the tank. Fortunately for you, however...that comes to just above thirty percent! Jacob, I can't believe I'm saying this, but congratulations! You are now the world's...greatest...toilet...EVER!"

The crowd roared the loudest it had yet, the fox looked up at the emcee in disbelief. He felt like he'd utterly failed that final round, yet his stomach told him a different story. The pachyderm grasped his paw and raised it into the air triumphantly, causing the audience to renew their cheers.

"For all of you out there who want to see foxy here scarf down more dragon shit - you'll have all year for it. Jacob and Jeremy, as champions of their events, will be doing promotional material for next year's filth festival. They'll attend conventions and other marketing events, film commercials, and I have a feeling the video of Jacob's final performance here will shoot straight to the top on FilthHub. For the next twelve months, this fox's muzzle will be glued to this dragon's ass, and I look forward to the magic they create. Jeremy will do his best to give the fox more than he can handle, and Jacob will look to prove he can gulp down everything the dragon can throw at him. The real winners though are us, as we'll get to see every nasty thing these two do live on camera as we follow them across their tour."

"Jacob, what will you do next, now that you've earned the most prestigious title the world has to offer?" The elephant asked.

"Uh...I don't really know. I know it sounds kinda odd..." he trailed off, voice getting much quieter, "but I kinda want to eat the rest of that..." he weakly gestured to his right, pointing at the tank. Everyone around boomed with laughter, a mixture of shocked and impressed.

"Well, far be it from me to keep a toilet from his shit. Jacob, have at it!" The elephant remarked, following the fox over to the tank. Jacob opened up the door and let some of the waste flow out, kneeling down in the mess once again. He bent over and collected a pawful of the stuff and put it in his maw where it belonged, though this time, he savored it. He noisily smacked his lips, moaning softly as the taste graced his tongue once more, putting on a show for the camera he knew was taking a close-up of his muzzle right now. He opened his jaw a bit, revealing the mashed-up slurry inside, only to have it vanish a second later as it went down his throat.

Not wanting to interrupt the fox to ask for permission, the elephant knelt down behind Jacob and lifted up the fox's tail, positioning himself at the entrance. Sensing no resistance, the pachyderm started sliding himself inside, finding the hole well-used and ready for action. "If any of your meal's ready to come out the other side, now's the time to release it!" the elephant said into the microphone, starting to thrust slightly into the fox's behind.

Not one to be left out, Jeremy headed over to the pair, climbing up the stairs to the rimseat once more. He faced the fucking couple and gripped his cock, willing it softer so that he could begin blasting Jacob with a firehose of piss. The fox paused momentarily to collect a couple mouthfuls to gulp down, but soon refocused himself on the shit down below, letting the urine cascade over his body and splatter onto the elephant behind him.

"That officially does it for us here today folks," the elephant proclaimed. "And while I take the honor of putting the first of many loads inside this champion toilet's ass, remember to tune in next year when we do this all over again. Until next time - stay filthy!" he ordered, dropping the mic to his side and gripping Jacob's hips with both paws now, redoubling his efforts up the fox's hole, putting on a show for the still-rolling cameras.

As Jacob paused for a moment to collect a bit more piss, he looked up and briefly made eye contact with the dragon supplying it. The almost evil stare told him everything he needed to know. Even as the elephant soon worked himself to orgasm after having been on stage all day, Jacob was focused on the dragon, feeling his competitive spirit welling up again. Everything in Jeremy's eyes told him the next year was going to be intense, and Jacob couldn't be looking forward to it more. Finally, he dropped his eyes once again and buried his entire head into the pile of feces, more excited than he'd ever been in his life for what was to come.