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Lazmer awoke the next morning with a horrible smell stinging at his nose, rough pressure pushing the foul fumes into him for a moment until the thunderous explosion shook his fleshy prison. A rude awakening for the small coyote, as the giant vixen he was stuck in, farted on his tiny form.

Lazmer coughed against the smell that had attacked him so suddenly. Groggy, the coyote was trying to gather his senses but everything told him the same thing. Nasty smell, wretched taste and slimy bowel juice lathered over all of him. He was beginning to believe he would never rid himself of this nastiness he was stuck in. There was nothing in his tight fleshy confines that could tell him how long he was out, and how much longer he would be stuck here.

The only thing Lazmer could feel of the outside world, was his host's movements. It was slightly easier with Megan being outside of her, events took place he could tell what she was doing. Yet in here, the vixen passing gas could happen in her sleep. It could just be night for all he knows. He was even having trouble telling up from down.

Confused and puzzled he spent a while inside his prison. Every once in awhile an air bubble deep from within his host would push past him, reminding him of the potent sting of her gas. He eventually thought maybe enough time had passed that another day was done, or maybe it was just minutes. He really couldn't tell, but any opportunity to sleep was taken. Anything to make the time go by quicker.

Confused, smothered in slime, heat and filth and simply exhausted from weeks of torment he spent what felt like days falling in and out of consciousness. He would drift off into darkness only to be jarred awake with the stinging stench and rumbling torment of another expulsion of gas, only to fall off to the black void again.

Little notes could vaguely be made in his state of being. The smell seem to be getting worse each fart that passed over him, then another time he noted she seem to be moving, another everything was still, again muffled rumbles of talking, and yet again some odd slick sounds from nearby.

The smells began to swirl in his mind, those slick sounds grew louder. He felt the walls around him squeeze and ripple and slowly he was waking once more. A new sensation had stimulated his dulled senses, hot and wet on the tip of his nose.

Lazmer shook his head awake, as that smell assaulted him. It was so potent he gagged on it immediately. Was he trapped in another gas bubble? This wretched smell was far more potent than any of her previous farts. Then the walls squeezed against, that sensation at the tip of his nose became more forceful. It was a clay like consistency that his nose now dug into, the source of that wretched smell.

Lazmer panicked, realizing it was her constipated shit having trouble creeping towards the exit, that he was blocking. He writhed and struggled fervently but this merely drew a very noteworthy moan from the giant vixen. She might've just been drawing off his panic, or was completely oblivious to the massive shit that was tormenting him. It didn't matter for Lazmer, he could still feel that thong keeping him stuck here.

Lazmer had to pant through his maw if he wanted to draw that anus air but his time was slowly running out as the thick wall crept a little further with some coaxing from her bowels. More of the hard wall smashed against his snout, it was creeping up along his muzzle. After a few minutes he was effectively kissing her monstrous turd. He could hear her moans to his body pushing and fighting against her muscles. Her body was deriving pleasure of his torment, then those walls gave another push.

The wall lurched further and the rough clay like shit oozed out around his head. It was strong enough to push past his lips and invade his maw. The nasty waste scraped over his tongue and besides the stale, putrid taste of her shit he also quickly found a burning sensation attack his mouth. Whatever meal this once was, was laced with hot spices.

He had several minutes to wiggle in his panic with a maw full of her horrific shit when another push forced through her body. It pushed into his shoulders, her body tried to push out the blockage but the thong held him firmly. With no other place to go, the shit began to force into his throat. Lazmer couldn't even chew the thick muck to make it easier on himself, he simply had to swallow it as it was fed to him.

He writhed in this filth, and somewhat nearby the heat of an aroused cunt was adding to the torment. She was getting off on his struggles. His maw burned, his eyes watered up and another wave pushed more of it into him. He even felt solid chunks of undigested corn pressing against his face. Materials her body couldn't digest sprinkled the giant chunk of shit, and now it was being smeared against him, even pushed into him.

This was his life now, swallowed up by her shit as every few minutes her body would make another push, and more of it was forced down his throat. He was forced to be a giant's toilet, and with his void imbued stomach, he could actually swallow her entire bile movement without any hope of himself bursting to end it all. The terrifying thought lasted briefly, as he felt hot slime crawl over his feet. The vixen had orgasm, and he could tell as her muscles spasm, and forced much more of that shit into him.

The echoes of her orgasm trembles through her body, he could feel every spasm as it forced more of that horrid shit down his throat. Her every little jerk was agony. This horror of burning shit his head was entombed in, and that was cramming down his throat simply seem to last and last too. He couldn't tell how long he was being fed that spicy shit, minutes or hours they all seem to blur in his mind. All he could focus on was that wretched taste, and the burn of spice smearing all over his insides. When he felt like he couldn't take it any longer, her intestines would push again, her tailhole gripped him tightly and he was forced to endure more of it.

Suddenly, he felt her tone cheeks lose their tight grip around his feet. Then that thong keeping him pinned inside her slipped away. Almost immediately her bowels took advantage of this, they pushed but this time he was being pushed with it. The sound of that shit squishing past her tailhole filled his ears as he was being shit out by her large rear. He felt his lower half dangle for but a moment when the relentless grip of the clay like shit finally slipped from him. Lazmer fell with a crash into cold water in a familiar dark prison.

He fell into a seated position against the drain of the toilet, looking up in time to see a giant pillar of compact shit crawling towards him. The loud hiss of air bursting out from the side of her tailhole alongside the ever growing shit as pockets escaped from her voiding bowels signaled the beginning of a large dump. He would've yelped if he wasn't coughing up shit still stuck in his maw when he felt that giant shit curl around the edge of the drain hole. It rolled over his legs and swung around for his head when it broke free from the vixen.

Lazmer ducked quickly, avoiding being smashed by it, the end of it trailed into the drain, giving him a back rest when he looked back up at the voiding bowels. Another giant column was already pushing out of her tailhole, along with the thunderous grunt from the vixen forcing it out. Between the leg pinning his legs down, and the string still wrapped around him, he had no where he could go as it broke short and slammed into his groin. The dark brown mass fell towards him, smearing across his body and face.

Lazmer grotesque at being buried like this, and with all his might he pushed forward into that smaller log, just managing to push it away from him. The coyote laid back against the shit and panted heavily after the strain, but the vixen was far from finished. Her ass suddenly exploded a violent torrent of raining shit and a massive fart. The water was turning as warm as the air did. He was splattered with shit and swarmed in toxic moist air as that fart dragged on. Then nuggets of her thick shit began to fire out of the anus, one of them smashed against his chest and mushed into a pile keeping him laid back as she finished that explosion.

The vixen above leaned forward, and her well built rump took half an inch back, it was just enough to put Lazmer's face in the firing line. Then it happen, she grunted and her tailhole opened wide. An avalanche of shit poured out of her. Soft, mushy crap splatted against his head, and piled up around him quickly. His gasped maw was left open for the oozing mass to enter him once more, to again invade his senses with it's foul rotten nature. Every time another drop of shit was gifted to his growing pile, the hammering force would push more shit into him accompanied by the clear rumbling splat of it piling on top of him.

The sound of more shit piling up on him slowly became more and more muffled as that pile he was buried at the bottom of was growing bigger. Eventually, Lazmer couldn't even hear the vixen's grunts and pants any longer, so far buried in her foul waste. The sheer weight of it on his tiny body was causing it to slowly flatten out, and crawl down his throat.

Then the pressure spiked very quickly, shit began to force down his throat quickly as the watery ooze didn't find much resistance to the frail little coyote it invaded. The distant sound of splashes like a waterfall confirmed that she was relieving her bladder on the pile she piled on him and it quickly grew louder. The jet spray of urine punched through that pile and hammered into his face. The flood of her yellow salty shit swallowed his world for several long seconds until it finally dribbled off.

Lazmer sat at the button of a wet, shit covered hole and had just barely enough to strength to look up and see that large rear removed from the toilet without even wiping. The vixen turned to look inside, down at the tiny coyote buried at the bottom of it all with only his head showing, and she smiled.

"Well butt plug, enjoy the ride? Were you feeling on cloud 9 for staying inside my rear for seven days?" She questioned in a cheerful voice before batting at the stench of her own shit. "Damn that's foul..." She remarked.

"Y-yes, Mistress..." Lazmer tried but his voice wasn't straining to answer her.

"Good, I have a proposition for you toy. I'm going to offer you, a promotion that you couldn't dream you would've ever achieve in your life. To become owned by my rear, to be it's special little pet who managed against all odds to please it enough that it's become generous enough to desire you back. I'm offering for you to become my butt slave. You would love that wouldn't you?" She grinned.

"... Yes... Mistress." He reluctantly spoke, he didn't want this but her wraith was something he feared above all else.

"You will worship my ass, as the most perfect thing ever to exist. Your home is between it's cheeks, you desire to take part of every action it takes. You will greedily suck on the gas it shares just with you. When it lets you take part of it's bowel movements, you will be in paradise. This is what you desire the most in life, isn't it bug?"

"...Yes Mistress."

Lazmer could only agree, the statements she was giving sounded a lot less like paradise, and a lot more like hell but his alternative was to be flushed into the sewers never to be found. At least with her, if he simply agreed with her and did what she desired she might show him mercy. Then a thunderous knock came on the bathroom door taking both their attentions.

"Girl, you gonna be long. Like, that ice cream hit again." Megan's voice clearly rushed through the door.

"Just a minute." The vixen's voice thundered back.

Her gaze turned back to the shit filled toilet, and the small coyote. Her hues were filled with obvious mischievous intentions. She wasn't making any movements to fish him out, clearly content with leaving him there for the moment.

"I just need one last test so you may prove you truly desire to spend the rest of your insignificant life, grateful to spend it with such a divine rear. I'm leaving you there and letting Megan in. If you're still in the gift my ass gave to you when she is done I will grant you the honorable promotion as my butt slave. You really want that don't you?"

"Yes Mistress..." He once again could only agree.

"Then prove it, and if you do your life will belong to my ass. I will even let you lick the fresh shit off it as your reward."

Lazmer grimaced at the thought, he didn't want anything left to do with her rear, or her shit. He had a big decision to make quickly as he watched that vixen walk off and out of the bathroom. He could try to get Megan's attention, perhaps she would take him away from this torment, get him help of some kind. That Tiger Shark that smothered him in all her shit could truly be the only key out of his torment.

"All yours, and don't bother flushing it's clogged." The vixen noted.

"Ugh, thanks... if it wasn't, it's about to be." Megan groaned.

This was it, he soon saw the tiger shark move into view. She glanced for a moment down at that large pile of shit left in the toilet and disgusted at it. This was his chance, to squirm and shout to get her attention and possibly be rescued. Lazmer looked back at the shark and in that moment he hesitated. No words came to his maw, no movement pulled from his form. He simply watched as she turned around, and pulled a pink thong out from the crack of her voluptuous ass under that skimpy skirt, and her giant rear descended down onto the seat.

Lazmer made the active decision to be shit on again, and not just by anyone but by Megan, the large beast with even larger bowel movements. At least he knew it was about a week since she went this time instead of a month but the amount she had in store for him was terrifying. There was no turning back now, he saw her rear seal off the seat with it's massive size, and her anus expand. An explosion of gas showered shit down on his buried self. The tainted smell of rotting meat and fish filled the toilet and mixed with the wretched scent of beans and spice the vixen left.

Lazmer was being strangled by the toxic mixture he couldn't even conceive could exist. It was physically painful to breath it and he knew that combined smell would haunt him forever. Then the large pillar of shit squelched out from the large beast. It was so long it scraped into the already existing pile and traveling down towards the coyote's head. The wall paused but an inch from his face, the smell of it all kept him in a state of constant gag. Then she grunted.

The mixed wall of both vixen and shark shit smashed into his face and once more buried him. The pressure of that shit pushing into his face filled his maw and surrounded his head. His mind was instantly expanded with the new horrors of that taste. The mix of beans and spice combined with meat and fish all gone so horribly rotten and piled into his maw, it was a taste of putrid garbage he couldn't believe existed.

The log broke, and rolled off after Lazmer had a healthy helping of the combined filth, only to find another log well on it's way to him with another scoop of the vixen's leftovers. The wretched taste and scent being forced into him with every grunt the tiger shark gave was beyond words.

That long log being pushed into him sat a while on his face until it finally broke free and fell to the side. If Lazmer could vomit, he would have several times over but this unique curse, it forced him to consume this nasty mountain of waste piling on top of him. He stared up at that large shark rump, eyeing cautiously that shit caked tailhole but it was quiet for the moment.

"Ugh, that stinks like, nasty bad." She remarked.

He heard the loud hiss of compressed air escaping a can, she was peppering the bathroom with spray to ease the stench, that luxury was something that could never reach him. He swam in the filth of the source and she didn't seem like she was getting up. A thunderous squelch pulled through her body and she leaned into it with a groan. That plush rump pushed further into the seat.

Staring at that rump he had to admit it was attractive even now as it threatened to void more on him. If Megan had rescued him, he would've done everything she asked to reward her for her efforts. She would've been his queen, he would be sure to treat her right. These thoughts he would've never imagined before all these events unfolded but desperation would take a person to dark places and it didn't get any darker then this. He actively choose, incomprehensibly through the fear of that vixen, to be here.

If he made the right choice or was to regret not getting Megan's attention became irrelevant when that anus opened up to unload the mess ripping through her intestines. A landslide of soft meaty mud spewed out and splattered over his head. He thought the vixen had piled a lot on to him but Megan was bigger, ate more and had a slower digestive tract then her, and here it all came.

Steaming shit of rotten meat pushed into his face roughly as each wet thump of more shit piling onto him forced more and more of it into him. For agonizing minutes he was forced to dine on her shit as it kept coming, the muffled what slaps of shit adding to the pile was growing distant. He could tell she was thoroughly filling that toilet all while groaning as her body forced it all out.

Lazmer was eventually so far buried under shit he couldn't hear anything from the outside world. He laid there, with the slow crawl of such weight pushing shit into him and nothing more. He couldn't even tell if she was still shitting on him or if she had left. All he knew was the shit pushing against every part of his naked tied up form.

Lazmer didn't know how long he was buried beneath that giant pile of shit when he finally felt something new. Movement from above the mound. He wondered for a moment if more shit was being added to his burial but soon something hard slipped up behind his head and pulled him forward. His face was smeared through shit forced to eat even more until that hard sheet of metal pulled back and he flopped back down in his bed of shit.

Above was a light blinding him for a moment, two shadowy figures above. He hoped it was the vixen come to see he had proven himself devoted to her, but as his vision came to him he saw it wasn't just her, but Megan was there too. The vixen held a knowing smirk, the shark looked far more shocked.

"Was that in you or me?" Megan began asking thunderous questions from above.

"Me" His Mistress answered back.

"You got worms girl?"

"It's not a worm silly."

Lazmer saw a giant gardening shovel come back down at him, it scooping around his body to pick him up out of that pile and brought him over to the sink where it roughly dumped him off against the hard cold sink. What began to poor from the facet slowly and wash away the caked shit all over his form. Lazmer squirmed in his bindings until he could sit against the wall of the sink, the water washing away the muck as he coughed up plenty more. He watched as a giant shark head full of teeth threateningly loomed close to him. Her eyes observed closely to the little thing.

"Is that... a person?" She astounded, the booming voice was loud enough near him to make him cringe.

"Ya it is, a nasty coyote that actually raped some of my friends. I don't think it was coincidence I found this little 6 inch shit squirming about in the girls toilet he normally stalked. I decided to teach him what for and... I kinda think I broke him." The vixen admitted.

"Broke him? Like, what did you do to him?" Megan pulled back to look at the vixen curiously.

"Remember how awkwardly good that chastity belt felt? That's cause I stuffed him in there when I put it on ya."

"Wait that was him?! Girl I had like, a full load in those and it felt so good going horse bike riding I did it all day long."

"That's why it felt so good. I bet he squirmed hard. I did when I did the same to him with me."

"So is he like, invincible or something?"

"Ya, seems like it. How else could he survive what he has?"

Lazmer listened to the two booming voices speaking about him. It was embarrassing, and frightening watching them but at least he was cleaning up in the water from all that horrible shit. He even dipped his head beneath that waterfall and drenched his head, taking sips of water while he could but oddly enough it felt rather unsatisfying. He didn't feel like he got anything out of it. The water suddenly shut off and a loud hey pulled his attention to the Vixen.

"I'm honestly surprised you didn't call out to Megan, so I'll keep my word. You will be my butt slave." The vixen smiled.

"Butt slave?" Megan repeated.

"Yes, his life is devoted to everything pertaining to my ass."

"Like, to be fair there's a lot of guys I know who would devote themselves to your rear but... not like this."

"Well either he really wants this, or he's really afraid of what I'd do to him if you failed to rescue him. Keeping that in mind, I decided to change my original gift." She stated, focusing closer to Lazmer. "Since you surprised me with your unwavering devotion, I've decided Megan here could be included in your new life. It's only fair after all, she did help this whole thing come together."

"Wait, this is the special toy you were talking about?" Megan asked.

"Yep. He was a rapist hun, trust me this is what life wanted of him."

"Oh, I guess so."

"This is your date night isn't it?"

"Date night?" Megan chuckled. "This is my take on anything with two legs night."

"See my new little pet here has had a lot of training with rears and what happens with them but think about it. He wanted to get inside girls all the time, and so far he's had no training with that. I think it would be nice to gift him a tour of an active women's cunt in action, let him admire how it takes a real dick. The explosive love right at the source." She grinned.

"Girl I'll sleep with nearly anything but he's a little small for me to ride..."

"What? I'm not trying to get him laid Megan, I'm saying you should experience having a guy in you, while having a guy IN you."

"Ohhh, oh no. The guys I'm with are big, and they go hard. He'd be totally smeared inside me."

"He survived your shit storm twice. He'll be fine. Just put him inside you, take him for the weekend and have fun. Then Monday you bring him back and I'll formally introduce him to his new role as my butt slave. You see, we can share him. He can be your cunt slave, he'll be my butt slave."

The plan Lazmer was listening to was terrifying, he'd be a slave to two girls desires? The vixen was a giant but Megan was even larger. He couldn't imagine being punished so harshly by her like he had been so far. Though the thought of being smothered in a wet sex was far less horrifying than a shit filled asshole, but a wet cunt being hammered by a dick wasn't anything he wanted to be involved in.

"I think it would feel kinda awkward..." Megan believed.

"Remember how good he felt in the chastity belt? Imagine if he was inside you during that?" The vixen convinced.

"Ohh... Mmm ya, I can see what your saying now. But do I like, slip him in just before or..."

"You put him in now, and leave him there until you get back Monday. Megan, this is our secret, no one else must know he exists. You have to keep him hidden you understand? Don't fuck me on this Megan."

"Ya, I get it. Relax girl, I ain't gonna tell. He'll be our little secret."

The two smiled and agreed, and focused back on Lazmer. His once held hope of escaping this nightmare was turned against him. His Mistress moved closer to address him.

"Isn't this exciting for you. Another opportunity to appreciate our superior forms. I know how much you're desiring to dive face first into my perfect ass but Megan's wonderful cunt has so kindly invited you in to stay for the weekend. I bet you're very excited to drown in her love juices." She questioned, but it was more of a test again.

"Yes Mistress. I'm very excited to... do my best for Megan's sex." He tried to put effort to show is devotion.

"Mistress Megan." The vixen corrected.

"Yes, Mistress Megan."

"You should thank her for her generous offer slave."

Lazmer looked up to the tiger shark. Her tan and striped body towered far above him. This was probably the first time he got a good look at her since this all began. She was a stunning women, while his Mistress was a stunning show of muscle and power, Megan was an amazing look at the perfect female form. She had curves for miles to his tiny form, a large bust, a ditzy attitude and a round rear. She was one he might've gone after in his previous life if it wasn't for that sheer size, and teeth. The shark was looking down at him with a mix of surprise this was all unfolding how it was, but a notable amount of pleasure and anticipation. She was enjoying this.

"Thank you Mistress Megan for this once in a lifetime opportunity. I will do my best to certainly treat you the best I can." To his grimace he continued this.

"Ohh, keep this up and it will be like, several opportunities in your lifetime cutie." She shivered.

"Hey." His Mistress looked to him sternly. "You treat her good, as good as you would me. And maybe, if you do really damn well then just maybe I might introduce you to my heavenly gates. But if you fuck this up, I will find you and stuff you into my dildo draw for a week."

"I promise Mistress, I will not let you or Mistress Megan down." Lazmer tried to convince. Being locked away in her panty drawer for a week sounded worse than solitary confinement.

"Good, go ahead and stuff him up your cooch.. oh and above all else, have fun. Remember, he loves to suffer and the more he suffers the more he squirms the better it feels."

Her parting words were laying the foundation for a punishing weekend. He watched her slip out the bathroom door leaving him alone with Megan. He didn't really know how to communicate with her like he was. His Mistress had trained him how to act and what to say, but without her around he became unsure. All he knew is he had to not mess this up.