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Bitch in Her Bowels 2: Toilet Bowl Boogaloo

By Otteronymous

"Come to my parents guest house ASAP."

"I know what happened to Bethany and Charlotte."

Janet's paw shook as she read the text over and over again, unaware that her Uber driver had pulled up to her best friend Candice's house.

Janet had texted Candice the entire ride over, but received no response. Her svelte, narrow muzzle glowered as the normally composed doberman began to fret over the fate of her friends.

"Ummm, excuse me miss" came the voice of the driver, the lanky red squirrel nervously tapping his claws against the steering wheel as he spoke. "I don't mean to be rude, but could you, uhhh, could you please, you know, leave? I have a...a show to watch in like 10 minutes and I would really hate to miss it."

Janet, ever the short fuse, lit herself straight to the blasting cap. "Oh my God, seriously? All you can think about right now is some fucking TV show? Two of my cheerleading sisters haven't been in school for months, and now my best friend hasn't show up to school all day, and she hasn't said a word until an hour ago!"

Janet pushed aside the spectacled squirrel's bushy tail and wrenched his iPhone off its charging base before flinging it against the dash, splitting the screen in half.

"Have some fucking decency next time you geeky little asshole!"

Janet stormed out of the squirrel's pristine car, the startled rodent clutching his cracked iPhone like a baby in his paws as he spoke. "Hey! You fucking owe me for that! Don't you dare just walk away!"

Janet turned on her pawpads, her hair-trigger visage ready to let both barrels rain. "Listen you fucking dweeb. If you ever so much as dare tell me what I have to do again, my father will bury you. The lease agreement for your parent's new car that you're driving? Gone. Your chances at getting accepted into university? Gone. Fuck with the Schulz family, and I guarantee you'll get the horns."

Janet slammed the door just as the sedan shot out of the pebbled driveway. Janet knew the threat was empty, her father cared for nothing but his business, let alone spent any time acknowledging his C average daughter; but the name Schulz carried power that others recognized, and Janet delighted in wielding it.

The doberman's phone vibrated as she made her way up the steps to the house. It was Candice.

"Are you here yet? I'm in the Master Bedroom, please hurry" read the text.

Janet shook off the uneasy feeling in her mind about the timing of the text and made her way into the house. The doberman moved briskly towards the master bedroom through the halls of her best friend's rarely disturbed party home, the premise almost always vacant thanks to Candice's father having a love for travel and women that weren't his wife.

Janet pushed open the large French doors and entered the master bedroom; her eyes treated to an empty king sized bed, a tripod, but no Candice. Janet took a deep sniff, her canine snout detecting Candice's faint corgi scent in the air, but it was twisted and musky, like she was covered in dirt...or worse. She could also smell something odious and sweaty...something familiar.

Janet turned to follow the scent and was greeted to the sight of a massive, pear-shaped Dutch rabbit blocking the double-doored entrance. She knew the brown and blubberous lagomorph, recognizing her as the disgusting, wide assed rabbit she and her friends had gleefully tormented for years.

"Tracy? What the fuck are you doing here? Where the hell is Candice?"

Tracy took a few steps towards Janet, the rabbit's obscene bulk creaking the hardwood floor as she backed the doberman into the room.

"Oh, she's not too far away. She and I just got back from a jog while waiting for you, figured we would work up a sweat before this evenings entertainment." The rabbit punctuated her words with a pat on her blubbery paunch, the rolls of her gravid, fuzzy midsection jiggling as they spilled out of her spandex tank top.

Janet's instincts told her to keep her distance as Tracy approached; something was off about the formerly docile rabbit that she and her friends used to kick around. For starters, Tracy was much larger than Janet remembered; her hips were like freight containers and her ass bulged out far enough behind her skintight running shorts that she could rest a drink on it.

"Like the new look?" Tracy asked, noticing that the doberman was sizing her up. "Your friends have done wonders for my figure." Tracy gave her hips a wiggle, her swollen ass jiggling like a bowl of jelly in an earthquake as her latex shorts strained against the undulating blubber.

"Bethany went straight to my ass when I was done with her, and I couldn't even fit into my sweat pants after I finished with Charlotte. I'm honestly hoping that you and Candice help fill out my chest."

Janet's face was crestfallen as she began to piece the puzzle together. "Where...where the hell is Candice?"

"Well, since she's probably done digesting, I would say about halfway back out my large intestine by now" Tracy responded with a sinister smirk. "Isn't that right Candice?" Tracy said as she gave her gut another pat, the sounds of thick, bubbling digestion noticeable to Janet for the first time.

"She was such a naughty little plaything this morning. Scratching, screaming, and begging me not to shove her up my ravenous ass. I think she writhed for a good 10 minutes before she finally succumbed to my putrid bowels and accepted her new role as bunny blubber."

Janet's blood ran cold at Tracy's words, her feet frozen in place by fear even as the 5 foot, 400lb rabbit continued to close the distance between them.

"You know what the best part is? I told her that if she would unlock her phone and let me text you that I would let her go" Tracy said with a laugh. "I plan to keep that promise in a few hours, though perhaps not in the way she expected."

Janet's paws formed a fist, her claws digging into her pawpads, anger swelled inside her. "You...you sick fuck! Why would you do that?"

"Because it feels soooo good having you haughty bitches fill my sweltering guts. I love having you writhe and beg your former punching bag for salvation as you agonize inside my hot, musky asshole before finally getting snuffed out in one delicious fart. You tormented me for years, and it's time that I returned the favor."

Tracy winced as her stomach gave out a deafening gurgle, her guts still attempting to break down the 100lbs of corgi meat lodged within. "It looks like Candice is still being a bit vocal" Tracy said through her clenched buck-teeth.

"I know, I know" Tracy cooed to her midsection. "You just love being churned into a thick, fattening soup for this big ol' bunny don't you? No need to worry my sludgy little corgi, your friend is coming to join you soon."

Janet jumped at her widow of escape, her slim frame attempting to slide past the wide rabbit and make a break for the front door.

With agility that hadn't been dulled by 400lbs of flab, Tracy jumped sideways, smashing the doberman between her hips and the doorway. Tracy gave a wolfish look to the breathless, wheezing canine wedged into her doughy hip as she spoke. "Not so fast you prissy bitch. Your best friend has been absolutely DYING to speak to you, and it would be rude to leave before I relayed the message."

Tracy stepped to the side, allowing the Janet to fall hard on her back, finally free to gasp and fill her starved lungs. In her oxygen deprived haze, Janet watched as her vision went dark. Tracy's whalish ass was blotting out the floodlights like a porcine eclipse; the massive lagomorph grunting as she straddled over the wheezing canine before letting loose a grotesque fart.

*FFRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT*

Janet's nostrils were beaten into submission as the disgusting mixture of rotten eggs, hot garbage, and the faint smell of corgi burned her olfactory senses into a shell of their former selves. Janet nearly passed out as her body went into shock, her subconscious motor skills causing her to hack and cough in order to avoid drowning in the filthy, oily stench that was coating her.

"Ahhhh, God that feels soooo good" Tracy proclaimed, her tongue lolling out as the sweltering, unfettered gas spewed free form her ripe innards. "That one's been brewing for hours."

Tracy grabbed the gagging, disoriented doberman by the collar of her shirt and dragged her to the bed, tossing her like a ragdoll onto the king sized mattress as she stripped the canine naked, her body too disoriented from the gas to move.

Janet's head continued to spin as her vision ran in and out of focus, her watery eyes catching glimpses of what appeared to be the vile rabbit setting up a camera on the tripod. "Wh....*Cough*...What are you doing?" she asked weakly, her vocal cords scratched and burned from the filthy flatulence.

"This?" Tracy responded. "Would you believe that after I balled up Bethany into a 50lb pile of steaming canine shit and flushed her down the school's pipes that I discovered an entire community on the internet that not only knows of people who can do what I do, but are willing to pay huge amounts of money to have me record and broadcast it?"

Janet groaned, afraid to even open her mouth lest the fresh air burn across her fart scorched tongue.

"Oh don't worry honey; I'll give you a cut when I'm done. After all, it's going to take a lot of money to unclog you and the corgi from the sewage pipes in this place once I'm done with the two of you. Now if you'll excuse me, our audience awaits."

Janet watched the massive rabbit begin to strip her skintight clothing off as the red recording light turned on. The rabbit's thick, blimpish hide squelched as the sweat soaked lyrca peeled off every inch of her massive brown hide. Tracy gave a playful giggle as she finally worked the shorts over her massive, pear shaped ass.

"Hi guys, its Tracy again! Just like I promised this morning, today is a double bill and I couldn't be more excited to introduce my last meal in the series!"

Tracy threw her tarp sized shorts to the ground as she stepped sideways, giving the camera a clear shot of Janet, her paws pointing towards the camera and fidgeting. "This is Janet, the last of the "Bitch Patrol" I told you about in the first video." Tracy gave her stomach a playful rub and wiggled her massive posterior as she continued. "Her bestie, Candice, has been churning away in my fetid depths since this morning's show, so you guys are in for a huge treat on tomorrow mornings show. I recommend buying those viewing privileges in advance, I'm not sure the plumbing will be able to handle it!"

Tracy made her way to the other end of the bed, her meaty body on all fours as she parked her ass above Janet's muzzle. Looking back, she once again addressed the camera. "This morning's viewers complained that the last one screamed way too much, so by request, Janet here will be going muzzle first."

Janet tried to scream as Tracy's massive ass loomed lugubriously above her, but her throat was too raw, her maw only capable of electing harsh whispers.

"Have you ever seen an ass this fine?" Tracy asked Janet, her paws patting and pulling apart her jiggling cheeks to reveal her winking tailhole. "Just think of how many of your friends went into crafting every thick, delicious layer. Candice is still packed in there too, just waiting for you to join in so the two of you can rest inside my scrumptious rolls and folds forever."

A loud rumble emanated from the rabbit's pendulous midsection as she spoke. "Oop, looks like my belly says it's time for dinner, so it's down the rabbit hole for you. Take a deep breath princess, you're gonna need it."

Tracy inched her colossal ass onto Janet's face, the bewildered doberman still too fuzzy to fight back as her muzzle slid into Tracy's sweaty, putrid pucker.

"ohhhh, that's the stuff." Tracy huffed, her body going warm with lust as she felt the familiar power and pleasure of a living creature being claimed by her immense backside.

Tracy's sweaty ass gave a vile slurp as her ravenous sphincter quickly pulled Janet into its fetid depths up to her chest. Tracy growled as her bowels stretched and twisted to accommodate the incoming load of fresh meat.

"Mmmm, that's it you little bitch, cram nice and tight into my hot, stinky shitter" Tracy said, playing to the camera. "I can feel my guts squeezing around you, wrapping you up inch by inch. God, it must be agony in there" Tracy said with a sadistic smile.

Janet couldn't see anything in her fleshy, undulating tomb; but she could smell, by God could she smell. The doberman wafted in the reeking, disgusting smell of rancid eggs and noxious, festering meat. If the rabbit's hungry, vengeful innards hadn't been squeezing the life out of her, she would have had space to wretch up her lunch, but fate decided she would have no release, no sanctuary from the oppressive heat and shit tinged stink that was befalling her.

Tracy began panting like a rabbit in heat as her massive, mewling asshole slithered over the canine's legs, leaving nothing but the doberman's twitching, padded digits outside of the rabbit's pungent hellmouth. Tracy moaned into the sheets as the doberman found her fight, a sudden restriction in the canine's travels had caused her to begin violently thrashing, pushing the rabbit ever closer to climax.

"It would appear you've found your friend!" Tracy proclaimed with excitement. "I hope you like what I've done with her, because you ladies will be receiving matching makeovers."

Inside Tracy's bowels, Janet learned the true meaning of suffering. Her eyes and nostrils burned as she was pulled into a massive pile of shit that was blocking up Tracy's putrid intestines. What remained of Candice began forcing itself around and inside her, coating her body and mouth in wet, sticky crap. Janet felt her legs slide deeper into Tracy's squalid depths, forcing her deeper into the steaming pile of excrement she used to call her friend.

"How does it feel Janet?" Tracy said, her voice heavy with wrath. "It must be agony crawling through my shit covered bowels, plowing through the nutrient void sludge that used to be your friend. I bet you wish you could die right now, just like how I wished I could die every day you and your friends tormented me."

Janet began to cry, her salty tears burned her scorched fur as she felt her toes slip into Tracy's puffy tailhole, the cool bedroom air a mere memory as she was shoved deeper into her tormenter's hot, sticky guts.

Tracy rolled onto her gargantuan, fuzzy backside, the feeling of conquest making her hotter and harder by the second as Janet bucked and sobbed inside the rabbit's filthy shitpipe.

"Goodness, how embarrassing it must be to be eaten by an obese bunnies asshole" Tracy said as she rubbed her stomach with her thick digits. "The great inheritor of the Shchulz family name reduced to nothing more than a massive, prissy dildo and evening dinner for a soft, squishy bunny. God I'm going to love sucking every ounce of nourishment from your bones until you're nothing but a thick brown pile of sludgy shit sloshing around in the sewers.

Tracy let loose a heavy fart, her guts squeezing around Janet like a snake's gullet as her guts voided themselves of oxygen and began the digestion process. "Ohhh, you feel that Janet? That means its digestion time! Let's see if you can hold out longer than Candice did!"

Janet felt a rush of hot air blow past her shit stained muzzle before her squelching prison walls constricted around her like a vise. A thick, filthy ooze began filling the tight chamber, making it nearly impossible to breathe as the acrid juices pumped around her body. Janet kicked and twisted with what little strength she had, desperate to die anywhere but a filth encrusted asshole. She was a fighter, she was a Schulz! She wouldn't go down so easily to this disgusting blob of a creature.

Tracy writhed in pleasure, her crotch soaking the sheets she reveled in the torture of her former tormenter.

"Is it sticky in there? Painful? I so wish you could talk right now and let me know what it's like to be turned into a big goopy pile of rabbit food."

Janet's struggle weakened to a pittance as she felt the tingly fluid begin stripping her beautiful fur away, the noxious gas of her filthy chamber begging her to sleep before her skin started to dissolve away under the rabbit's gleeful, digestive onslaught.

Tracy's fluffy digits began pawing her labia, her sick and twisted sense of power rising to a fever pitch as she spoke.

"I can only imagine what it's going to feel like for you when you find your way back out. What a glorious experience it must be to feel my guts slurping up every fiber of your pathetic being and giving it to me; padding and soaking you into every exquisite layer fat on my hips and ass."

Tracy's body tensed as the last syllable slipped her lips, her body locking into the most intense, earth shattering orgasm of her life. A heavy fart blew out of her filthy, stretched hole as she howled like a banshee in pleasure.

Tracy rolled on to her side, huffing and sweating as she caught her breath. The moment of final revenge had been achieved, and none too soon. Her body ached and her mind swam as she came down off her orgasmic high, her big-eared head falling heavy on the pillow as she passed out from ecstasy induced exhaustion.

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Tracy awoke, her muzzle smacking dryly at the morning cotton in her mouth. Her sleep encrusted eyes were shielded with her paw as the morning sun shone through the window panes.

"Morning?" She thought to herself. "Christ I must have been down for over 12 hours."

Tracy sat up, the scene of an unfamiliar bedroom bringing the events of yesterday into stark realization. A contented smile graced her button-nosed muzzle as she remembered her glorious victory. She had done it, she finally showed them what true power looks like.

As Tracy moved to stretch her arms, a thick gurgle rolled through her midsection, an immense pressure building against her tailhole.

"Ohhhh" Tracy moaned, clutching her stomach. "I need to find the bathroom."

Tracy jolted from bed, her wide, heavy hips quivering with newfound weight as she hit the ground. The sudden movement dislodged more waste from her guts, forcing the pressure to cease requesting, and begin demanding an exit. Tracy's eyes darted across the room, looking for the wash closet, but to no avail. She began to race out of the room, but stopped cold as she looked back, the flashing light of the camera still indicting a live broadcast and recording session.

"Dammit" Tracy said under her breath. There wouldn't be time to find the bathroom AND move the camera equipment; and without the "Money Shot" she had promised since video one, she wouldn't be collecting the subscription fees that would be paying her way through college come springtime.

With her bowels packed tighter than 20lbs of mashed potatoes in a 10lb sack, Tracy waddled on all fours onto the bed, her ass pointing a few degrees away from the camera as she spoke through gritted teeth. "S...sorry for the lack of scenery change guys, but these dogs are barking to be let out."

With a heavy sigh, Tracy relaxed her pucker. The rabbit's wrinkled tailhole spread open like an aperture as a thick log of shit drove its way out. The dense fire log of a turd fell to the bed, its immense weight causing the springs to sag as it radiated with a sickening odor. Tracy barely caught her breath as second, larger log stretched her anus wider than she'd ever been expanded, its length and width eliciting a sharp yelp of pain and pleasure from the blubbery, shit spewing rabbit.

"Hnngggg...oh God..." she said between contractions, the thick turd spiraling like frozen yogurt onto the bedsheets in one long, unbroken chain. "Hnnnggg...what...what naughty little girls you are, making such a mess in the bedroom" Tracy huffed as another foot of filth snaked out of her bowels.

Tracy's groin surged to life as she felt pound after pound of shit pour out of her like a soft serve machine. Her lust danced as she thought about how she had not only forced two bratty, malicious little canines into her ass, but was now regurgitating them into the world as she knew them to be. Filthy, reeking piles of shit that would repulse and drive away anyone who came across them.

Tracy's sphincter squeezed like a cigar cutter around the mass of heavily digested bitch that continued excreting from her swollen asshole. The heavy pile of rabbit manure fell with a sloppy squelch into a single, twisted pile as Tracy turned her ass towards the headboard, fearing that the pile would overflow back onto her if she didn't start a new one.

Before Tracy could settle on clean spot, her ass was plied open by another turgid mass of putrid waste. The squalid length of 100% puréedcanine spilled onto the filth ridden bedsheets; coiling into a 5, then 10, then 15 pound load of bitch shit.

Tracy groaned as she felt her guts finally begin to empty, her intestine's squeezing the log of congealed doberman and corgi like a tube of toothpaste out of her anus. Tracy gave out a heavy sigh, her tongue lolling as she felt the last of the solid waste fall with a wet *plop* onto of the overflowing pile of excrement.

The rabbit's guts bubbled one last time as she felt a wave of gas build inside her festering bowels. With clenched teeth, Tracy let loose a muddy fart, her backside spraying the entire headboard with runny, soupy diarrhea and flecks of undigested dog fur. Tracy looked back with a heavy blush, embarrassed and feeling sorry for whatever poor soul would be forced to clean up such a wretched mess.

Tracy crawled off the bed and dug around for Janet's shirt. The corpulent rabbit made quick work of the designer clothing as she wiped the heavy smears of waste out from between her mammoth crevice,

Tracy smiled at the camera as she spoke. "I hope you guys liked the show, I know these two lovely ladies did!" Not wishing to stay in the filth soaked room any longer than needed, Tracy packed up her camera and Janet's belongings swiftly before throwing on her running shorts; the fabric straining and tearing as she forced her further distended ass into them.

Having no desire to walk the 20 miles back to her apartment with her clothes all a tatter and freshly sporting more weight than a Sherman tank, Tracy requested an Uber driver from her cellphone as she exited the room.

As Tracy confirmed a pickup, she looked back into the room. Heavy mounds of thick, brown shit sat radiating and sweltering in the trashed bedroom; the smell nearly overpowering even her. "Welcome to your final resting place ladies. It couldn't have happened to a nicer pair of gals."

3 blocks away, Oscar panted heavy over his phone, his paws playing at his semi-hard cock. The red squirrel had decided to work that morning despite staying up all night to watch the final video in the "Canine DevASStation" series. He had already jacked-off 6 times since last night while watching the massive rabbit in the video consume a female canine with her ass, but kept rewinding the video player, hoping to work himself up for another go just as his Uber app pinged him.

"Oh shit, a fare!" He said, his hands fumbling to get his pants back on. Oscar's face dropped as he noticed the address; it was the same place he dropped that hellish woman off at yesterday...but the picture was different. His eyes squinted as he looked at the rider making the request. "Tracy Robledo" it said, the mug shot containing an absolutely adorable Dutch rabbit, rather than the vapid canine. Oscar fired up his mother's sedan and thought "sure, why not. At least she's cute" as he made his way down the block.

Tracy stood in the driveway as a lovely new sedan pulled up, driven by a rather attractive, nerdy looking red squirrel with glasses. Tracy smiled as she made her way towards the car; she had a thing for nerdy guys.

Tracy chucked her bag into the front seat and struggled as she squeezed her immense bulk into the backseat; her thighs and ass squishing deeply into the doors as they closed.

"Hiya! Can we go to 156 Cherry Avenue please?"

Oscar froze as he adjusted his mirror to get a better look at the massive, jiggling beauty that had just found its way into his car. That ass...those thighs...that face...It was her! It was the woman from the videos. "Uhh...uhh..." Oscar stammered as he tried to find the right words for the object of his eternal desire.

"Is there something wrong?" Tracy asked, her brow cocked.

"You...you're lady from Canine DevASStation!"

Tracy went pallid, it was only a matter of time before she was identified.

"I...I just watched your video..." Oscar broke off mid-sentence, the events of the previous night dawning on him. "You...you ate that woman...Janet was it? That was her on the latest video..."

Tracy's eyes darted, she couldn't get out fast enough, and even if she could, he already knew who she was. Maybe he would have to go too...

"I fucking HATED her!" Oscar said, his face beaming with excitement. "Would you believe I'm the poor schmuck who dropped her off here yesterday? I fucking love you videos! You're like, some kind of sexy super hero or something!"

Tracy backed down off red alert, her mind's arsenal registering "Sex Bomb" as a newfound skill she could use as a source of power. Confidence in hand, Tracy reached out and touched Oscar on the shoulder. The squirrel shuddered, the woman of his dreams was actually touching him.

"You know Oscar...it's getting kind of hard for me to track these...uhh, "Bad Folks" down, and I could really use an assistance...a manager if you will, to help me with my newest production. Would you be interested?"

Oscar beamed, the squirrel's tail wagging and his pants tenting at the offer. "I...I would love to!"

Tracy smiled, her loins filling with blood at the acquisition of her first thrall.

"Well then, how about you take me home and we get out of these stuffy clothes for a personal tour of your "New Client" before discussing how to acquire my next guest star?"

The sedan drove off into the city, the new business partners eager to begin their first joint production.