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Tom felt a sudden pressure in his chest, like something just kicked it. His dizzying world of void began to rip away as his hues fluttered open. Looking around he still saw it, his heart sunk. He was still stuck in this awful toilet, but he must've just barely survived that horse. Looking to his right he could see what he could only guess was a good bit of his own vomit swimming in the toilet with him, having consumed as much shit as he did that day it was no surprised his stomach voided it.

The little fox felt terrible, both mentally and physically. Surviving being pissed and shit on by so many large girls was taking its toll on his form, his may have survived near suffocation but he wouldn't survive much more of this. He couldn't tell what time it was, he couldn't tell if the rush hour had passed or more horrors were about to assault him, but he did finally notice what the pain was.

Looking up, Tom saw a large canine who was inspected something she had hit with her foot. The large girl had her long hair dyed some odd purple, with a leather collar wrapped around her neck. Some kind of punk German shepherd who soon locked her hues on the toilet itself, almost like she was looking at him.

Tom was terrified about what was to come, but also confused why she was so interested in this toilet. Then he saw her wave a paw in a circle, drawing a line of glowing energy. With a bewildered look striking her face, she tilted her head for a moment looking right at time.

"How the hell did ya get in there?" She wondered.

Tom perked in alarm, she sees him? She's a caster, and she can see him?! He immediately tried to yell, scream the words help, beg for her aid but still nothing came out of his maw despite how hard he tried. This only seem to confuse the canine more for a moment, until a sudden and rather scary looking grin crawled across her face.

"I think I get it, you're one of them kinky little guys who wanted a taste of dirty girls eh?"

Tom tried to quickly shake his head as best he could, this wasn't something he wanted. He was explain but he couldn't talk, he could only give signals and he prayed the horrible state he was in combined with the limited yes's and no's he could give would clue her in that he needed rescue.

"Oh I bet you are, and you just got caught with your tiny paw in the proverbial cookie jar. Looks like in your haste you poorly positioned yourself, your chest is ticking out a little bit, I tripped on it." She explained.

Tom was at least thankful that skunk was clumsy in her placement of him, but he still tried to shake his head that he wasn't in any desire of being in this horrible position. He wiggled and squirmed but nothing was getting him out, and the canine wasn't showing much signs of understanding.

"You also look like garbage. You missed a few enchantments. You little things always trying to be superior, this is what it gets ya." She noted, waving her hand a bit at him as more energy was pushed around.

Tom blinked, an odd sensation struck him but none of the ones he wanted. He couldn't get it clear to her about his situation and she seemed well determine to condemn him for something that wasn't his fault, but this new spell that struck him made him feel... a lot better. It was hard to put his finger on it but, he wasn't panting in panic anymore, and he didn't feel as sickly sluggish as he did.

"There, ya clearly forgot even a girls shit is toxic to consume so we'll just replace your bodies natural need for food with the need for waste. I also gave you some extended breath holding ability. You probably thought us girls only peed a little and had dainty little flower farts. If you wanted that, you should've thrown yourself into the guys bathroom." She huffed, shaking her head at his ignorance.

Tom was far more aware now more than ever that girls were far worse than guys in the bodily function department, and these new enchantments while certainly needed for his position, was even more horrifying then he could've imagined. His one hope of death ending his misery was taken away, and now his body would no longer desire nice food and a cold drink but pure shit and hot piss. This experience was simply getting worse and worst.

"I did come in here to relieve myself but I could've never expected to find a little shit already in my toilet. Seeing you there ready and waiting for me..." She started, leaning closer to the toilet and him with that tooth filled predatory grin. "Is actually turning me on."

Tom's eyes widen greatly. She was enjoying this?! He didn't want this, he wanted out and somehow through this horrible mess of being shit and pissed on he finally gets discovered by the one person who enjoys doing this to smaller species, this was just cruel! Tom tried to flail to give any sign of his desperation but she had swiped her paw through that magic ring revealing him, dispelling it before she could see.

"Finally a little fuck who knows their place, admiring us big girls. I bet you're rock hard down there thinking of what I'm gonna do to you. I'm gonna use my superior body to test those enchantments and I got a big meal ready for a little shit eater like you." She rubbed at her lower belly just exposed beneath her shirt.

Tom whimpered, and tried to tell her not to but she already unbuckled her belt, and those pants dropped. Tom got a sight of her black panties hugging tightly to her curves, the icon of a skull and crossbones printed on the front of it, rather suiting he thought for a moment considering what was coming.

Tom was helpless to do anything but watch as she turned to face her rump towards him, a well built yet slightly juicy rear. She tugged down those panties just before her cheeks settled down on the toilet seat above him. He quickly got confirmation for himself that she was enjoying this from her swollen cunt already moist, and the smell coming down off her was rather potent. It was a combination of canine arousal, and stale musk. He didn't much note about her need for a shower nor cared when a blast of thick piss jet out of her cunt and hammered against his face.

"Mmm bet you're thirsty down there." She nearly moaned.

The little fennec's fur was being coated in urine, the potent smell of it stung at his nose even without him trying to breath. Anytime that stream would hit his lips, it would force past them, making him taste her. The stream was also picking up drips of her essence as she was clearly becoming even wetter than before knowing she was smothering his face in piss. Despite being waterboarded by her never ending stream, he wasn't getting that burning need to breath like before. She however didn't need that to open his maw, a sudden blast from her tight pucker showered him with the stench of rotten meat causing him to gag.

Tom's maw filled up nearly instantly, his taste buds were quick to reject the foul taste of her and his mind wanted to quickly spit it all out but her piss was too strong. With a regrettable swallow, he felt the hot liquid run down his throat, followed by another, and another until her stream fell to but a dribble. Tom shivered, it was absolutely foul having to drink from her golden fountain but, his body oddly disagreed. It treated that drink as if it was pure fresh water. Her enchantment worked and now his body actively craved consuming the waste of others. All these enchantments was slowly turning his body into an eager toilet. It was a terrifying realization.

"I hope you're ready for the main course." She huskily spoke.

Tom tried to back his head away in the toilet, looking up at her exposed hind quarters ready and more then willing. He actually caught a glimpse of her fingers tucked between her furry thighs, she was pleasuring herself. Tom laid there shocked, someone could enjoy tormenting him like this. He was so surprised by this, he didn't even notice the pillar of shit crawling out of her tailhole. By time he heard her grunt, and looked up it was too late. His open maw was in perfect position as the large shit broke free and landed into his maw.

Tom's instincts was to spit it out, but it was thick, heavy and smearing it's foul self all over his tongue. He wrestled for a moment with it trapped between his teeth, mushing about in his maw when his body had a fleeting urge. Tom blinked, He wasn't about to eat this monster turd, no matter what his body was craving... but he was so hungry, he's been here for hours and had just voided his stomach earlier. It's smell was so foul it was pulling gags from him, the taste was just as bad. It was a meal she had eaten, digested and passed right into his maw, he couldn't possibly be considering eating this nasty thing.

The fennec's logic didn't seem to matter, the time he spent wrestling with his idea he was also wrestling with this column of shit, it had mashed up in his maw sticking to it. He no longer had a choice, he had to swallow it. Bit by bit, he consumed her waste. Part of him wanted to throw it back up, but his stomach was oddly satisfied with the gift. That's when he spot that canine face peaking through a hole between her thighs.

"Shit you actually fucking ate it." She blinked, clearly having doubts that he would.

He could seen for a moment she was wrestling with some thoughts, and then she lifted up off the toilet, not even pushing herself to orgasm. Something more urgent suddenly crossed her. He could hear with his large ears she was dressing herself again, and then he began to worry she was going to leave him here.

To his surprise, Tom suddenly felt his form go ethereal again, a hand clamped on his chest and pulled him right out of that toilet. He blinked, looking around at the world outside that horrible toilet, and then to her. She had a firm grip on his chest. She once again solidified his form, and fell to his feet on the tile.

Tom looked up, and up and up. He stood just taller than this large canine's knee. Looking up from well tone thighs in her black pants, and a solid core peeking out of her matching shirt and beyond the hills of her bust bigger than his little head, he found her eyes searching for his invisible form. Her large free paw rummaged about his shoulders until she found the back of his neck, then with a firm grip, she lifted him up off the floor and out of the stall.

Tom was beyond confused at this point, his happiness to be out of the toilet overshadowed by being carried out be the large girl in such a flurry of motion. His face was thrust into one of the sinks in the bathroom and cold water splashed all over his face for a moment. He tried to squirm and push the sink away but he was powerless against her. Then he was retrieved from the sink, and with no time to act had a paper towel shoved into his face to dry it off.

Out of desperation, he pushed his paws against the paper towel, but this didn't work in his face. She dropped the towel on the floor, and snatched his paw. She moved him behind her, and brought his paw around her waist where it was tucked under her belt, then his other paw was snatched and done the same to. He then felt that belt tighten firmly around her hips, locking his paws against her front, while his face was buried somewhere in the back of her pants.

Tom was certain this heat flushing through his face was a blush, as he felt the canine's large cheeks pushed against his face. He couldn't much see anything beyond the seat of her pants and a glimpse at the base of her bushy tail above, but then her rear began to shift and rub against his cheeks. She was walking, right out of the bathroom and into the mall. He was thankful for the first time today that he couldn't be seen like this, but so many questions ravaged his mind at this point he couldn't even appreciate it.

Poor Tom didn't even get a word of explanation from her, not until he began hearing the sounds of the world outside the mall. Cars, birds, people. It was so lovely, things he taken for granted until now, things he thought he'd never heard again over the sound of a girl farting in his face. That's when he finally heard her talking in hushed tone.

"Do you have any idea how rare a sicko like you is? I'm not passing up this chance." She explained.

Tom was starting to put some of the pieces together here, and it was beginning to scare him. She was kidnapping him, just taking him as her own plaything. This was even more confirmed when he felt her suddenly turn and pivot, she was getting into her car with him attached to her rear. More pressure was put on his face as her weight came down, and she sat on his face. His snot was crammed somewhere near the bottom of her sex he guessed, and her ass was trying to devour his head and doing a rather good job of it.

She started the car up, and he was along for the ride home. It was about now that the confusion was settling, the excitement calming and despite the fear rising he noticed the smells beneath her. An unclean ass, heated musky cunt, it was all hinting through her clothes against him. A colossal wall of black jeans smothering against his face holding back a tied of her scent inside. He was stuck beneath her, barely hugging around her large hips with his wrists firmly pinned beneath that wide belt. Then the car began to move, and he felt any bump in the road through her body bouncing on his face.

Tom began to wiggle, it was tough to breath underneath her, and he was being smashed into the seat of the car which sadly had little give. He could embarrassingly feel the muscle and fat of her cheeks just behind those layer of clothing and between fear of being kidnapped, embarrassment of feeling her private areas and how uncomfortable he was he really couldn't help but try to squirm free.

"Ohhh just wait till I get home, the things I'm gonna do to you..." She moaned at his squirms.

Tom would've whimpered if he still had a voice. Instead of having strange women unknowingly blast him with their waste, it was one big girl wanting to smother him. He sadly didn't have long to wait either, the car came to a stop and shut off. Without any say in it, he was lifted up off the seat, still stuck to her rear as she headed off inside what he could only assume was where she lived. He still couldn't see anything but her rump. Then he heard another, deeper yet soft spoken voice.

"Oh hey Shelly, you came back soon." A female voice noted.

"Hey Mack." His captor returned.

"It's not Mack, I wish you would stop calling me that, you know it's Jane."

"You're the size of a truck so your names Mack."

With a frustrated huff from what Tom could only assume was a roommate, the German shepherd was off again, walking for a short while until he suddenly felt that belt loosen. Tom fell from her rump and to the floor. Landing on his back, the fennec tried to get up and scurry off anywhere but in a room with her, but he quickly found a foot paw pushed down onto him. The bare fuzzy digits of her foot nearly covered his entire chest with it's size, and the smell wasn't pleasant. Tom wiggled against the large paw, having to peek through claws that lucky just missed his head to look at her.

"It's just you and me now my silent, invisible shit muncher." She grinned.

Shelly moved a hand over to lock the door to her room, a handle notably too high for him to reach. He briefly glanced about the room for anything to work with, to hide under, to climb if he should ever get free. It was a large room, to him but perhaps not to her. Bookshelf with books and games, a computer desk and chair setup, a single bed under a window. There was everything she needed in one room.

"Now you might be thinking, wow her feet smell so wonderful, and that's because I'm natural. I hate societies norms, shower everyday they say you have to smell of chemicals and manufactured prettiness. Well those brainwashing ideals ain't getting to me. This is how a woman is suppose to smell like." She continued, rubbing that paw into his chest more, smearing the smell of it into his fur.

It was at that moment, the sensation of her pads and fur rubbing against him that he realized something alarming, his clothes weren't on him anymore. He must've been phased right through them from earlier and just now came to realize he was naked, smothered beneath this girls foot. Once she stopped he tried to pry two toes away from his head, getting a glimpse up at her stripping away her black shirt and tossing it to the floor. Beneath was a pink bra, straining to contain what to her might've been an ample bust, but to him was enormous.

"Oh I bet you're rock hard right now, helpless beneath a beautiful Dom." She played to her own desires and what she thought was his.

Tom had no idea how he could've gotten into such a situation like this. He had wanted a girlfriend sure, but never would he have dreamed it would be of a larger species, and a dom like this. She thought this was his greatest fantasy, in reality it was terrifying and gross. He didn't want any part of this, but he was forced to play the submissive role to her desires.

He was stuck beneath her, watching as she undid the front of her pants, and it all began to peel off. She had to move her foot for a moment, but it didn't give him a chance to fleet, she used her other foot to pin his arm down. As she pulled the last bit of those pants off her free foot, she brought it back to the other side of his body. Now standing over him was her in nothing but her underwear.

Tom's large hues stared widely up, the tall pillars of her long tone legs, those well curved hips, the flat field of her stomach and the mountains of her breasts hiding her face from view. She was a giant from down here, this view was something he would never forget.

"And now you're going to please my cunt." She told.

Tom's eyes locked onto that skull and crossbones on her panties, and noticed the damp dark spot below it. It wasn't a request, it was her demand. He didn't even have the luxury of losing his virginity for the first time with someone of his own species before being tasked with pleasing this giant hungry for very kinky stuff. Tom wiggled, he wanted out of this horrible task set before him, but she was already reaching down to wrap her paws around his body and pull him up. He was nothing more the large toy figurine in her hands.

"That prick of yours wont due though, and that's boring sex anyways. And why bother trying to pleasure me with those tiny paws, no my cunt is hungry for that face of yours." She rumbled in a deep murr at the anticipation.

Tom tried to flail, with how big she was his face would be lost somewhere in her. He didn't want to be forced into more gross places. Yet he was forced to watch as she stripped away the last layer of protection, her panties slipping down her legs with a long string of clear juices sticking to them. The crusty crotch of the underwear was a foreboding sign of what he was about to witness.

No, Tom wanted to cry, but she moved over to her bed, and positioned him beneath her. He watched as her hips rose, her bare wet sex and juicy cheeks exposed for him to view. His feet was towards her tail while his head was towards her thighs, and then she came down. Plush cheeks pushed against either side of his body, wedging himself between them. His hands were caught underneath her cheeks, her weight pinning them easily to the bed. Sadly his head, was right in front of her sex. The smell he witness before couldn't measure to the pure stench of her cunt at point blank. His world was her potent scent, a smell that clouded his mind and dulled all his other senses.

"Yes, there you are. Eagerly push your face into my greatness, rev my motor until I climax all over that little filthy mug." She excitedly demanded.

Tom wasn't having it, he was choking on her fumes alone, and that heated cunt was drooling it's filth across his neck. The puffy folds was large enough to possibly consume his whole head, he wasn't about to find out. Maybe if he refused this order, she would see his unwillingness as this wasn't what he wanted. After a few, gag filled moments, she shifted slightly.

"You're not doing anything... Is this not what..." She thought for a moment before realizing something. "Oh, I get it. What's the fun in being willing, you like to be forced." She amused.

Tom shook his head no, that wasn't what he wanted at all, that was worst then doing it himself. Can't she tell he didn't want to service her? Yet a hand came crawling down over his head, and fingers wrapped around it. No no no he tried to shout, but that hand pulled his head closer, teasingly closer to the source of that potent smell. She had a lock on his head, and pulled him until his nose pushed into the hot wet lips, and she shivered.

"Oh that's it, Just a little more." She heatedly claimed.

Despite all his might, Tom was helpless as that hand drew him in more, lips parting to his snout as it was slowly inserted into her hot cunt. He couldn't breath through his nose anymore yet that stench of her musky sex still invaded it, his maw was forced open in a gag. All the built up juices carrying her musky smell was pushed into his maw as his face was further and further pressed against her cunt.

The large canine moaned at the sensation, light brown fur of her cunt wet with juices smearing over his head as her hand began to rub his face up and down her slit. Tom had no idea a cunt could be this soaking wet. The juices were in copious amounts, flooding his maw, stinging his nose and coating his face. It was thick, it was far from pleasant smelling nor tasting and the slick walls were clenching around his face pushing more into his maw.

Tom was absolutely helpless, even against something as simple as her sex clenching. It pushed that thick girl slime into his maw until he had no choice but to swallow what it was feeding him. He was astounded by how much there was too, he would swallow a mawful of her strong nectar and after a couple of up and down rubs against her, it would all be back pushing into him. Worst, was the more she seem to get aroused, the more her cunt flooded. He had to drink of her anything that didn't squeeze past his head.

Tom was smothered and smeared across her cunt again and again until her hips began to buck against him, grinding his body more between her cheeks. He began to worry her wet cunt was about to swallow his head whole with how much pressure her paw had on the back of his head. Then a loud long moan emerged from her. Her body tensed, her thighs crushed against him as her paw smashed him against that hungry monster of a cunt. He was sure if her sex wasn't constricting hard his head would get lost inside of it. Then the waterfall came.

His face was hammered by wave after wave of her juices, her cunt was forcing it painfully into him. With her large size he was forced to swallow very quickly to keep up with her. Every throw of her orgasm she pushed through gave him more and more to consume and it just never seem to stop. Right when he was about let go and become a victim of her flooded cunt she began to relax. Her muscles eased up on him, and her hand let him go. He pulled his head back away from the smelly wet orifice.

Tom tried to flail, spitting up juices that where still drooling from her matted furry cunt right onto him. She was simply laying their panting, an idle finger toyed at her pulsing clit in the after throws of her orgasm and still she was managing to waterboard him. At least he wasn't starving for air like normal.

"Mmmm not bad, I probably should've warned you I'm a bit of a messy squirter." She sighed pleasantly.

Tom would have to agree, even with his limited knowledge of sex, that was a lot of juices, even for a big girl like her. With a bit more struggling from his head, he managed to breath the tainted air trapped between her thighs and tried to rest in a pool of her essence.

"But that was all over a bit quickly. I am blowing off my night to do this so... Here comes round two, I'll be slower to rev up this time." She eagerly stated.

Tom blinked, round two? Slower? She can't be serious... but that hand came back to capture his head, and once more he was staring down a very wet cunt eager for more. She forced his head back into the soaking wet love tunnel, her folds happily spread open to him. Her moans started up again, her body tensing and relaxing to each rub forward on his face. All those juices still lingering to drown him.

Tom noted, she wasn't as needed and rough like the first time, but that didn't make this any more pleasant. His face was being forced in and out of her soaking wet, smelly cunt. She was taking it slow and steady, gently ramping himself up. Tom was helpless trapped under her while she lay there getting off on his face a second time. He was getting simply plastered by her raw arousal, the thick canine essence wet all the fur on his head as more and more of it slowly oozed into his maw.

As she continued to tense and relax humping into his head, her body was getting hot, Tom could feel it being stuck beneath her large rear. He could also feel it was getting moist, her body was starting to sweat and what rump sweat she was gathering was being smeared into his chest. Tom tried to groan but all he managed to do was blow small bubbles through her essence laced cunt. His desire for a breath was starting to grow but she was pleasantly easing his muzzled into her with a moan.

"Oh I swear your nasty snout is just the right size, it feels so good inside of me." She huskily claimed.

She was started to really enjoy making him her makeshift dildo, Tom felt her hand becoming more insistent with each grind forward. Her hips were pushing harder against him and once more he was feeling her wet lips pressing into his cheeks. The thought of what his first kiss with a girl passed his mind, but this wasn't what he had in mind. Choking on a stale cunt waterboarding him from such a giant. Tom's head was swirling from the heavy musk invading his mind, the motions back and forth against her sex wasn't helping and his body was slowly soaking up the sweat her body was giving off.

"Mmm you make such a wonderful cunt muncher, pleasing my perfect cunt." She was getting more into it.

Tom didn't realize just how much more into this until he felt a dramatic shift. Her cunt angled though her hand remained pressed against the back of his head as the large lady sat up on his face. All her weight pushing down on him forced his muzzle to dive deeper than it ever has before. He wanted a breath of air, but her body demanded more pleasure, and with his body wedged between her cheeks, his paws completely pinned beneath her large rear he had no choice to deny her.

All that weight pushed into Tom's head, he felt hot wet flesh push past his cheeks and crawl past the sides of his head. Tom tried to gasp but only won a mawfull of her tainted essence, he felt her slick lips tense and kiss around the base of his neck. Hot sensitive flesh pulsed around his head, her heart beat thumped in his ears and all of his head was soaked in that thick juice that her cunt was secreting in quantity. Tom now knew something he never wanted to experience, what it's like to be swallowed whole.

"Oh fuck!" She gasped.

Tom tried to squirm, retreat, save himself somehow but her cunt was now kissing into her own hand that she was grinding into. Walls of slick velvet was grinding and spasming all around his head and all at once everything tightened around him. He felt like his head was being crushed, but with that sudden pressure of her obvious second orgasm, came the messy climax.

Tom's face was hammered with her essence, a river of it being forced down her cunt from all the squeezing. This was far worse than the first time, his head was too wide, none of it was pushing past him. Her orgasm only had one place to force into and that was his maw. He was force fed by her spasming cunt such a crushing wave of thick potent girl cum that he thought for certain this was a death sentence. It was difficult to swallow, and so rich in her natural scent he didn't think he could keep up with it, swallowing wave after wave that pulsed through her body filling him.

"Enjoy my ugh, little squirt.. mmm every, last drop..." She moaned and shivered riding it out.

A little squirt to her was far more devastating to him. She was riding out those waves knowing she was feeding tom her cunt juices, but she clearly had no idea just how much she had to give. It just went on and on, and finally when Tom thought he couldn't take anymore, the pressure of her hand let up and suddenly her cunt rotated back. A heavy thump later, he knew she had laid right back down again, however, his head didn't pop out. Tom pull and tugged, but her muscles were still tense and Tom worried that he somehow manage to knot her with his head.

Tom began to panic again, he needed to get away from this monster cunt drowning him full of this horrible tasting essence, to get a breath of air, to just get out of her. Tom tugged and pulled, tried to flail beneath her even just get her attention but nothing was working, her cunt had him in a death grip still spasming now slowly pushing more of her essence into him. The hot walls around him clenched, fed him more and then shivered for a moment before clenching again. He choked on it all, his lungs began to burn, his world growing fuzzy when finally his head popped out of her when it finally relaxed. Tom coughed and choked down desperate breaths of air, just managing to survive her getting off on him.

"Mmmmm..." Was a last soft moan from the large canine.

Tom managed a good few breaths when he feared she might want a round three. Looking up in fear he watched as that satisfied cunt slowly drooled all over his upper chest and neck, but he could just barely see it. The light was very dim, looking up from between her thighs he saw the cover of a blanket pulled over her. In a moment of confusion, Tom wondered what was happening, he looked for a hand but couldn't find any. All he could see what her tan furred cunt and thighs and just the shelf of her sweaty rump he was trapped beneath. A deflating sigh from her was the last he heard from her, and then she was completely quiet.

Tom panted softly, still thoroughly stuck in place beneath her, drenching in girl cum, sweat and that awful musky stench which was only growing thicker as it was trapped beneath the blankets with him. After several moments it finally dawned on him, she wore herself out and undoubtedly fell asleep on him. Tom fell back into the bed relaxed, if she knocked out it was good news for him, she was done using him. It wasn't pleasant that he was trapped under her with her smelly cunt a few inches from him, but he was safe from it for the moment.

Tom simply took this time to settle down, clam himself and try to settle from this incredibly full feeling he was experiencing after drinking so much from her. His goodnight meal it seemed, thankfully that enchantment made certain all he consumed his body could use. In fact his body was so happy to get to work on it, it was making him a bit tired. On top of all the energy he expended today on this stressful adventure, even Tom managed to slowly pass out in this rather uncomfortable position.