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Martha Feasts (Lean Trim Edition!)

Time seemed pass a lot slower for Martha as she came into her more mature years, even more so since Helen and friends left the neighborhood for college. Of course, her lifelong best friend came back home between semesters, but work and a 400-mile-long drive made Helen's visits short. Martha stated during their last reunion that if she could, she would buy her own place to live near the campus and invite Helen to stay with her. Even though Helen appreciated the suggestion, she quickly reminded the dog that her ambitions required money, something they both were short on.

While the mutt spent her days moping around the house, the idea continued to nag her. It wasn't long before she gave in, and unwavering determination set her in pursuit of financial gains. But the town of Wagstaff bore little to no options for a dog seeking big money in a short time. So, Martha took to the only place she knew for sure a canine could come across some dough...

The internet.

At first it seemed like her online hunt would end up the same way as her in person search after clicking on countless job postings and getting her hopes up until she saw the dreaded words "human applicants only". But after scouring through nearly 50 pages of search results, one particular listing caught her eye: 'Beasts wanted, high pay guaranteed, large network employer, same-day virtual interview'. Martha wasn't the sharpest dog around, but even she knew to be wary of lead-ins that sounded too good to be true. However, her burning curiosity bested her judgement.

The advert led to a plain website with a black background, after a few seconds an animated logo took over the screen. Big red writing appeared in between the fangs of a wide-open jaw dripping with saliva and filled with sharp, white teeth. "BeastFeast After Dark" the writing said. The jaw snapped shut, enclosing the text within the unidentified beast's maw, the animal gulped and opened its maw again, showing that it had swallowed the text, then the view zoomed into the beast's throat and down into the darkness that presumably led to its stomach. More words appeared on the dark screen, "Serving your wildest desires".

If this was a scam site, it had a lot of effort behind it.

The animation ended and was replaced by simple text in front of a still shot of the previous logo. It read: 'Thank you for your interest in becoming a partner of BeastFeast Entertainment Enterprises! In order to determine your suitability for a valued role within our continuously growing "endeavore", there are a few questions we'd like to ask you.' Below the text was a hyperlink: "Click here to start questionnaire".

'Heh, why not', Martha thought to herself. The link took her to another dark-themed page with a single question font and center.

"Are you a carnivore or a beast with a larger than average appetite? Yes or No..."

Technically she was a carnivore, and she often found herself packing away much more food than an average dog could. So, she clicked yes... Another question followed.

"Great! Are you able to ingest of large items/whole portions of food in a single bite? Yes or No..."

Martha thought back to that one Thanksgiving when she when she ate an entire cooked ham, bone and all. It wasn't one bite, but she was sure getting something like that down in one go could happen if she really wanted it to. So, yes...

"Terrific! Last question. Are you comfortable with receiving monetary compensation for the recording and distributing of related acts performed by yourself within a controlled environment, some of which may or may not fall within accordance of local laws depending on where you reside? Yes or No..."

As a dog, Martha often paid little to no attention to legal mumbo-jumbo, but 'monetary compensation' was what she sought. Another yes.

"Wonderful! Based on your answers, you just may be a prime candidate for a new position we have coming up! However, there is one more assessment we'd like you to complete in order to determine if you are fit for the role...

~Later that evening~

Martha relaxed her jaw as she worked a full-sized turkey into her maw, shoving the 26lb raw bird headfirst into her toward her waiting gullet. Helen's old laptop was perched on a cardboard box in front of the blonde-furred Pitbull mix, its camera recording it all so that she could prove her capability and commitment as a voracious beast to a faceless observer on the other end of a private chat. Tears welled up in her eyes from the slightly painful straining of her jaw as it was stretched to an appropriate size to accommodate the turkey while she pushed it further toward her throat, using both forepaws to get it in.

When the bird was fully inserted in her maw, Martha tilted her head up and sent it down to its final resting place, her large bubbling gut, where her active and volatile bowels would churn and growl while turning the turkey into rank clouds of flatulence, as well as more jiggling ass fat to add to her shapely, butt-heavy figure. With a lewd, wet gulp, the bird squelched its way down the gluttonous mutt's throat. The camera caught it all, the huge lump travelling down to settle in her stomach with an audible _'glorp'_and expanding her gut with heavy sloshing. Martha let out a satisfied sigh and smiled at the camera, patting her large, rounded belly, then opened her maw wide and let out a powerful, brassy belch that knocked the laptop backwards and toppled it over.

!!!!*BBBBWWWOOOOUUUUURRRP*!!!!

For a few seconds the camera only recorded the garage ceiling while Martha was heard sloshing her loaded paunch over to pick it up. Upon resetting the computer on the box, her rump sounded off the first of many rippling butt blasts that would fill the garage with smoggy green clouds of her sulfurous dog-stink.

!Ffraaappbbblltt!

"'Scuse me , hehe.", Martha chuckled as she fanned a paw behind her noisy caboose. She sat on her hinds and lifted her gut up close to the camera, jostling it to show off her accomplishment. 'Glloop! Uuurrt! Gluurp!' went her weighty stomach before she let it plop back to the floor with a resounding 'bloomph'. Her bulbous glut bubbled and groaned from the rough handling and sent another bout of pressure down through her colon with an ominous growl. The gaseous mutt cocked a hindleg whilst leaning over slightly to let the approaching storm rumble out from under her plump posterior in another bassy, boisterous honk that cleared the dusty floor around her.

!!BBBBbbrrrruuuummmppff!!

"Ooooh that felt so good...", the mutt sighed with relief as more wispy, noxious green fumes rose from her belching booty into the already fouled air of the dimly lit garage. She closed her eyes slightly and let her tongue hang from her maw as the sensation of fullness caressed her while she basked in the muggy cloud of her own rankness.

Just then, the door to the house opened behind her as Daniel Lorraine naively stepped into the toxic atmosphere. "Martha, did you eat the turkey I was thawing out for din- OH JESUS CHRIST!!" 'hurk', the red-haired man gagged as the stifling fog of dog ass hit him like a brick wall!

Martha snapped from her stupor and peeked over her shoulder to address the man of the house, keeping her back toward him to hide her incriminating round gut. "Uh..nope! Maybe Skits took it, heh...", she said with an awkward, guilty chuckle.

"Ugh...we'll talk about this later. Whatever you're doing out here, don't do it again. Not while you live in my house." _'gurk.'_Daniel gagged again as he pinched his nose and stumbled back into the house, slamming the door as he left the reeking canine to her own devices.

The mutt returned her attention the camera. "Sorry about the interruption. So, whaddu ya think? Was that good enough?", she asked the anonymous spectator who would only answer through typed words. A message in the chat box appeared: BeastFeastadmn is typing...

Martha sat in silence while she nervously awaited the response from the mysterious voyeuristic vore-enthusiast she'd met on the seedy website. 3 minutes passed, which seemed like an eternity to the dog. The quiet in the seldom used garage of the Lorraine household magnified the thumping of her increasing heartbeat in her ears, as well as the anxiety fueled gastric chaos of her stomach churning and moaning as it struggled to digest the whole turkey resting in her pit. Another swell of noxious smog made its way down through the mutt's exhaust pipe, but its raucous escape was halted by her sphincter clenched tight from body-stiffening nervousness.

'Blung'. The silence was broken by the chime heralding the greatly anticipated reply from the sole viewer of the dog's ravenous exhibition! 'BeastFeastadmn' typed: "Excellent show! Rarely have we witnessed such rapacious accommodation by a canine of your stature, much less a beast inexperienced in exhibitional consumption! It would benefit you to exercise your jaw for a smoother initial insertion, but from the capability and dedication you've demonstrated, we are confident that you would be a very worthwhile addition to the BeastFeast roster!" A giddy smile spread across Martha's muzzle as she read on. "Should you decide to join our business venture, we are prepared to offer you a guaranteed payment of $5,000 for your introductory appearance, do you accept this offer?"

"Wowzers!", Martha exclaimed, jumped up on all fours, "Yes, yes, yes!" she barked enthusiastically as she did a little dance on her paws, her excited movements disturbed the contents of her full low-hanging gut, which gave a very audible groan and brewed up another southbound gale of sulfurous stink to add to the pent-up effluvia still in queue at her backdoor! Unable to hold back the impending eruption any longer, her overpressured rump gave a reply of its own by sounding off a bassy, booty-rippling tuba blast that rattled the garage's metal door and was surely heard by everyone the house and anybody who happened to be strolling past the residence!

!!!BBFFRRRRUUUUOOOOOORRRRTTTT!!!

The musical mutt blushed with embarrassment as she plopped her hefty 'instrument' on the floor, calming down while her beaming smile turned into an awkward smirk. "Heh, oops! I mean yes, I accept.", she said in a less hyperactive manner, wagging her tail in a meager attempt to dispel the eggy, clammy cloud from around her.

The spectating stranger's typed response arrived much quicker this time. "Wonderful! To ensure confidentiality, we will reach out to you by post in exactly 28 days from this conversation with instructions for your initial appearance. During that time, we advise you to further familiarize your muzzle with large insertions as we stated before, so that your first session will be much more enjoyable for you and your soon to be admirers! By the way, we have clientele who have other particular tastes that we charge a premium to fulfill, and a beast with such a, ahem 'talkative' rear such as yours is perfect to cater to one of our fastest growing niches! So don't be afraid to display your other talents on your first outing, it might help your audition stand out from the rest! Goodbye for now, this chat will auto-delete when you leave the website."

"Thank you, thank you! I can't wait to get started!", Martha beamed with glee as she closed out the website of BeastFeast After Dark and shut the laptop. She was about to enter the house, but her heavy, sloshing abdomen loaded with the family's stolen dinner reminded her that it would be best to avoid Daniel until she offloaded the evidence.

The mutt returned to the computer and put in a search for how long it would take for a dog to digest and pass an entire turkey.

Martha did as her potential employer recommended. During the days following the 'interview', the gluttonous mutt would make her way into town to procure certain items to help prepare for her future vocation. She had the most luck badgering the local favorite butcher, Carl, who would give her fish, whole chickens and uncut steaks that were just about to expire. The task became easier with each hunk of raw meat she wolfed down. Soon, the strain of gulping down a full-sized bird like the one she pilfered from the kitchen was non-existent.

Within three weeks Martha was a true carnivore! Her already impressive appetite grew to be quite ravenous, so much that she would scarf down entire sections of beef and pork in a blink of an eye! But the dog's beastly intake wasn't without its lasting effects, her continuously enlarging pit of a stomach now drooped and sloshed as she went about her day, even when it was empty, which she made sure was a rare occurrence. Most of the additional heft went rearward on the canine's bottom-heavy frame and settled on her haunches, giving extra bounce to her pear-shaped figure and another jiggly layer of padding to her constantly swampy, dewy ass.

And following life's rule of 'what goes in must come out', Martha's output also drastically increased, much to the chagrin of Wagstaff's populace. An overclocked digestive system rendered the mutt's corpulent caboose a constant source of smoggy methane that she made little effort to hold in, which meant her arrival to local establishments was regularly announced by either a brassy, guttural belch or a wet, bubbly eruption sloppily slapping out from the dank valley between her sweat-glazed moons and a humid, suffocating aura of rancid eggyness that chased away any unlucky customers that happened to occupy the same place of business the gaseous beast chose to patronize. Late in the quiet suburban nights, the Lorraine residence would be the source of bassy, wall-shaking rumbling that would awake the neighboring houses.

On the afternoon of the 28th day, Martha eagerly waited on the porch for the mailman to make his stop at the house. When she spotted him making his rounds on the street, she rushed out to the mailbox to intercept!

The mailman saw her waiting and cursed under his breath. He made sure to have that house's mail ready to hand off as quick as possible and held his breath as he made the dreaded approach, but the noisome mutt didn't wait for him to reach their mailbox, she dashed over to him the second he left the neighbor's property, the sweat-slicked, hammy cheeks of her fly-swarming derriere wetly clapping with each eager, thumping step!

"Hey, hey! Do you have anything for me!?", Martha yipped ecstatically as she danced around the poor postman's legs. A gnarly 'BFfllaarrrp' slipped from the excited dog's putrid posterior and fouled the air with pungent plumes of digested, rotted meat!

The man gagged as he handed the Lorraine's mail to the flatulent canine, who snatched the bundle of envelopes with her mouth and happily bounded back toward the house while he ran to his next stop to escape the noxious cloud the dog left behind!

In the privacy of the garage, which she'd been confined to because of her refusal to be frequently washed and other underlying factors, Martha fervently ruffled through the daily delivery of junk mail for the message she was promised. It was quickly found as the article wasn't hard to miss. A fancy, wax-sealed black packet stood out with "Deliver to Miss Martha Lorraine" scripted in bright red cursive on its face. She held the pouch to the ground and bit at the corner to tear off the top and found that it contained a single folded paper that had an oddly sweet scent to it.

The letter bore a simple message: "Dear Miss Lorraine, we hope you are still interested in joining our lucrative endeavor. If so, at exactly 12:00 noon tomorrow, an associate will be waiting at the northernmost corner of the public park a few blocks adjacent to your home, we're sure you're familiar with the location. If you have not arrived within 10 minutes, we will assume that you have changed your mind and will ignore any future attempts of contact.

Bring a big appetite and be ready to perform!

PS, this letter is made of completely edible parchment, please consume after reading to ensure confidentiality."

The dog did as the message instructed and scarfed it down, finding the task very easy as the paper disintegrated almost instantly after meeting her saliva.

The following day, Martha arrived half an hour early at the transcribed location and sat patiently at the north end of the busy park. The townsfolk passing by held their noses as the air of the corner quickly became tainted by the fly-enticing musk and frequent bursts of flatus emanating from her sweaty, meaty rump.

At exactly noon, a silver G-wagon turned onto the street and slowly rolled to a stop in front of the waiting mutt. Its deep-tinted passenger window dropped down to reveal the driver, a thin, slick-haired man wearing wrap-around shades and a polo shirt. "Yo, you Martha?", he called to the dog.

"Yep, that's me!", she replied with her tail wagging.

The man opened the passenger door. "Hop In."

Martha obliged, clumsily hauling her weighty dumper up into the high sitting luxury truck and plopping onto the comfy seat. The wide cheeks of her bountiful yellow booty completely engulfed the face of the chair, followed by a noticeable quack that obviously wasn't from the leather creasing beneath the heavy-bottomed canine.

The driver hit the button to down the rest of the windows before reaching across to close the door and taking off. "Whew. Nice to meet you, name's Giorgio. I know they told you to get ready for your debut, but damn, you went all out!"

"Wait, that wasn't you who I talked to online?", Martha asked.

"Nah, that was most likely one of our 'talent scouts'. I'm more like a 'handler', or if it helps, just think of me as your go-between for whenever you need something from the top dogs."

"Okie-doke. So, what exactly am I gonna do today?", the jolly canine inquired.

"Nothing too special." Giorgio replied. "Just a little test shoot to see if you got the stomach for this kinda stuff."

Martha shot the man a confused look. "I thought I already proved that."

"Whatever the scouts had you do was just to gauge your potential. Today's more about seeing how well you handle direction and pressure. You show your stuff for the cameras, and it gets judged by the shot-callers of the whole operation, if they like your performance, you'll get picked for a new gig we got in the works, then you'll be rakin' in some big checks."

Martha liked the sound of that. "But what if I don't get picked?"

"They'll still throw some bones at ya if you're good, just run-of-the-mill base pay stuff. Either way, you're bound to make money if you stick with us." Giorgio flashed the dog a sleazy grin.

A short drive later saw the pair cruising into the one of the wealthier neighboring towns where Giorgio piloted the truck into the roundabout driveway of a photogenic mini-mansion complete with a hedge lined brick walkway leading up to its marble-pillared double entrance. He parked the truck and walked around to let his canine passenger free.

"Whoa, nice place!", Martha exclaimed as she hopped down from the SUV.

"Eh, its just one of the properties we like to rent, way bigger than what we need it for today.", Giorgio said, motioning for Martha to make her way toward the house. After she trotted off, he pulled a bottle of cologne from the Benz's glove compartment and spritzed around the cabin, particularly the passenger seat, then rushed to front of the house to open the door for the dog. The interior of the property was as immaculate as it outside, but its sparseness showed that the home wasn't lived in.

"Alright pooch, right through here is where you'll be getting started.", said Giorgio as he guided Martha into the house, his footsteps and the clicking of the dog's nails on the marbled ceramic floor echoed throughout the empty halls.

Martha was led to the kitchen, which had to be the biggest she'd ever seen, it was at least 4 times the size of the Lorraine's! However, the room had been clearly modified for something else other than cooking. Several privacy partitions had been strategically set up to block the view from the many windows and the sliding doors leading to the backyard. In the center of the kitchen was an island counter-top upon which sat 3 large covered serving pots that filled the room with the aroma of cooked meats that made her mouth water and her stomach growl with anticipation. A single stool was placed off to the side in front of a black curtain with several production lights, tripod cameras and shotgun mic aimed at it. The room was occupied by 3 other people, two plainly dressed young men who were tooling around with the production equipment, and a bald heavyset man in a Hawaiian shirt with a small camera hanging around his neck who turned his attention to the entrance as the awaited canine walked in.

"Hoho, there's the dog of the hour!" The bald man cheerily announced with a gruff baritone voice.

"Martha, meet Sidney.", Giorgio introduced his collogue. "He's in charge of the shoot today and'll give you all the pointers you need. Don't let his ugly mug scare ya, he's a swell guy once you get to know 'im."

"Word through the vine is that you's one of the scouts' top picks, I can see why.", said Sidney, broadly motioning to the dog's rounded, wide-hipped figure.

Martha blushed slightly and chuckled. "Hehehe, thanks! People always tell me that I leave a lingering impression, I hope it makes me your number one dog!"

"Well, if you're ready to get started, just hop up on that seat just over yonder and we'll see if you got what it takes!" Sidney gestured toward the curtain-backed stool. As the dog sauntered by, her trailing pungency made its own introduction to the unprepared director, and he pulled Giorgio aside for a hushed exchange. "Woo boy, she wasn't kiddin' when she said 'lingering'."

" Yeah she's a ripe one.", Giorgio snickered. "I think we'd better open up all the windows in the place."

Martha had a bit of trouble climbing onto the high wooden stool, prompting one of the production assistants to help the hefty canine. As she settled herself upon the seat, the minuscule surface of the stool completely disappeared beneath her plush abundance of sweaty dog ass. The legs of the doomed piece of furniture creaked in displeasure as it's circular face sank deep into the weighty beast's dank yellow valley and met her greasy tailhole with a dead-center smooch.

The two crewmen set up the production equipment to focus on certain aspects of the dog, with one camera catching the dogs face from a low angle, another from her slightly higher angle from the side, and a third focused in on her belly from below accompanied by the sound mic that was placed just a few inches away from her drooping gut.

Giorgio and Sidney returned to the kitchen, the former settling in a lean against the far wall to watch the action from a distance while the latter took charge of the scene.

"Just a quick rundown so you know what you's gonna do before we kick things off.", said Sidney. "The guys are gonna feed you some stuff, you're gonna take it down exactly how I tell ya, and its all gonna be recorded for the bigshots runnin' this gig to decide if you's got what they're lookin' for, then you'll go home with a nice check when we're done. This all good by you?"

"Yep, I'm all for it, let's get to it already!", Martha said with fervor, salivating from the scents emanating from the pots on the counter.

"That's what I like to hear! Alright boys, get these camera's rollin' and bring over the first course!", Sydney commanded.

One of the crew tinkered with the cameras while the other went to the counter and uncovered the first pot, revealing a hearty, steamy chunk of pot roast. The young man donned a pair of serving gloves, gingerly picked up the roast and brought it to the awaiting canine, who watched his approach with hungry eyes and eager panting.

Sidney readied the camera he had hanging around his neck. "Now Martha, you're gonna to hawk down that roast as fast as you can, but before you do, I need to get a few still shots for your profile on the site. Jack's gonna hold the roast right above you and you're gonna open your mouth _real_wide like you're about to take it down in one bite."

As Jack raised the hunk of meat above her, Martha did as directed, tilting her head back and opening her maw to show off her wide, accommodating jaws full of sharp carnivorous teeth.

"Perfect, hold that pose!", Sidney said while stepping in close, keeping just out of view of the production cameras, while his smaller camera gave a digital beep as it captured the dog in her beastly posture. "Hold, hold...", he instructed as he raised his camera high to take a downward angled shot, peering around the roast into the pink, rippled depths of Martha's maw.

Sidney stepped back. "OK, go for it!"

Jack lowered the roast into Martha's waiting jaws and barely had time to remove his hands before the dog wolfishly snatched it with her teeth. The frightened assistant jumped back as the ravenous canine filled the room with monstrous snorting while she inhaled the entire roast into her gullet! Everyone in the room watched in awe as the outline of the beef chunk slid down the dog's effortlessly expanding throat and plunked into her spacious pit with a wet, lively ' GLUUMPH!' adding a little more roundness to her sagging paunch! The voracious exhibition only took 5 seconds, when it was finished, Martha opened her maw again to let loose the displaced air from her gut with a proud, throaty belch!

!BBBWWWOOOOUUURRPPP!

"Holy shit!", Giorgio exclaimed from across the kitchen.

Martha licked her lips and looked around at the shocked faces staring back at her. "What? Was that too fast?"

"No no, that was great!", Sidney encouraged. "Now I _really_see why the scouts were goin' crazy about ya!"

"Then bring on the next one, I'm nowhere near full yet!", the dog said, patting her plump, white furred belly.

"You heard her, get that second coarse ready!", the director ordered.

Jack returned to the island counter and uncovered the second pot to reveal a larger, fatter, steaming glazed ham that made Martha drool and smack her lips in preparation as the young man carried it over. The wonderful scent of cooked pork reminded the dog of her favorite holiday.

"Now this one I want you to take your time with so I can get a good shot of that ham before ya pack it away.", Sidney said as he gave Jack the que to present the dog her awaited meal.

Martha again tilted her head up and stretched her toothy maw wide open as the assistant placed the ham between her jaws, smiling as the skittish crew mate jumped back when she lightly clasped it with her glistening choppers.

"Awesome! Keep it right there!", Sidney directed. This time, the man got in close to take multiple shots from the sides and in front of the canine.

Martha held still like she was told, but with every second that passed, found it increasingly difficult to resist the urge to send the succulent ham down to join the roast. The meaty aroma swirling around her head and delicious juices saturating her tongue made her whine while she fended off her carnivorous instincts. Thankfully, Sidney's photo work was done within the minute.

"Alright, its all yours!", the director said, quickly stepping out of camera view.

Like an untamed beast, Martha snorted and growled as she fervently took the basketball-sized hunk of pork into her wanton throat, but it proved a little more of a challenge than her last treat! The dog filled the kitchen with loud, determined gulping as the bulging outline of the ham slipped inch by inch down her neck to its final, gurgling destination! The canine's trained stomach happily welcomed its newest occupant, expanding to sag over the edge of the stool while letting off a cacophony of abdominal groaning and sloshing to be recorded by the mic sitting mere inches away from her crudely distended glut!

!UUUURRrrtt, blooort, gluuoorp!

As usual, the dog's overeager consumption resulted in a surge of displaced gastric wind making its way back up through her insatiable gorge, which she shamelessly let thunder out of her maw in another vulgar, lengthy, juicier belch that echoed off of the walls of the spacious kitchen!

!!BHHHUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRP!!

The room was quiet once again after Martha's mighty display of voracity! She cooed as she contentedly caressed her swollen, ham-and-beef packed belly.

"Gettin' full over there, pooch?", Giorgio teased from his leaning post.

"Nope, *** uurp ***** not even close! I've got tons more room left in this thing!" Martha emphasized by picking up her ponderous gut, then releasing her weight to let it slump off of the stool again. The bobbing buoyancy of the dog's sagging stomach treated her audience to the crude coeliac composition of Slooshh! Shloorsh! Blooompf!, indicating that she indeed still had a substantial amount of vacant space in her pit.

"Good, because the last course is where you'll really leave your mark!", said Sidney while he fanned away the mugginess left from the dog's odious eructations.

Jack returned to the counter to unveil the "third course", of which Martha had to do a double-take before she realized exactly what it was. Upon a bed of lettuce laid the cooked and stuffed form of a plump trussed bunny with an apple shoved into its mouth. While the sight caught the dog slightly off guard, she cast aside any hesitance when the aroma of medium-well rabbit drifted toward her. She couldn't recall having ever tasted rabbit meat, but the unfamiliar fragrance was just as mouth-watering as the roast and ham she'd wolfed down and left her drooling once more as she watched Jack scoop the rabbit into his hands and carry it to her.

"Listen up, this time we're gonna go for what we call 'the money shot'.", Sidney told Martha. "You're gonna take this one slowly, and I mean slowly. Stop exactly when I tell you to, got it?"

"Uh-huh, sure!", the dog eagerly replied, her eyes still locked onto the rabbit.

The director gave the que, then Jack undid the tethering to let the rabbit's legs dangle freely and held it by its ears over the greedy canine, who once more tilted her head back and opened her maw in anticipation.

As the stuffed rabbit was lowered hind-feet first into her mouth, Martha relaxed her stretching throat to accept the meal as leisurely as she could, letting out a low hum of approval while she explored the never-before tasted meat with her keen tongue. She quickly became found of the gamey flavor saturating her tastebuds and contemplated putting in an inquiry with Wagstaff's butchers to supply her with a few cuts to enjoy on her own time.

While the dog was lost in thoughtful enjoyment, the young man feeding the rabbit to her let go of its ears when it was halfway into her maw, and for a split second, her voracious desire slipped from its leash. ' Shluuurrck' went her bulging throat as the rabbit noisily slunk down toward her gullet!

"STOP STOP STOP!!", Sidney shouted!

Snapping out of her fantasy, Martha constricted her throat to catch the rabbit just as its head entered her maw and sat staring wide eyed at the ceiling as she cradled the animal's apple stuffed skull between her own jaws!

"Phew, you almost lost your ticket there!", the director jested. "Now, I need you to look straight ahead, right at me and gimme the biggest smile ya got!"

The dog did as instructed, looking forward toward the bald man and turning the corners of her opened muzzle up into a smile. The exposed teeth and unintentional scrunch of her snout gave the director the exact aura he was looking to capture, a hungry feral beast snarling toward the viewer while she held her doomed prey between her fangs!

"Issh shish goolck?", Martha tried to enunciate around her rabbit clogged throat and mouth.

"That's perfect, hold that pose!" Sidney said as he leaned in close with his smaller camera, then stepped back again after a 'beep' signified that the moment had been captured. "And that's the money shot. OK dog, you earned it. Finish it o-."

Before the director could end his sentence the dog threw her head back and snorted as she wildly devoured rabbit in the blink of an eye! With a wet, triumphant ' SHLUURCK' Martha sent the bunny-shaped bulge in her throat down to its final resting place alongside the portions of cow and pig, followed by the usual colonic turmoil as her globular gut sagged well below the seat of the stool and brushed against the sound mic, which picked up the slimy, chaotic commotion of her digestive workings loud and clear!

!!GGLLOORRSH BLUUUURRRP UUURRRRRTTT!!

Everyone in the room expected the dog to free the pressure they could hear raucously bubbling in her slumping abdomen through another deep, reverberating belch. Instead, she grunted and bit her lip in concentration, neglecting to warn the film crew while her rumbling stomach let off an ominous, burbling croak as a cat-5 storm of sulfurous gut-wind rushed toward her yellow, mountainous southern regions!

!!GUUUURRRRRLLLMMMPPPLLBBRRMMFF!!

"Aww hell...", Giorgio remarked as he pulled his shirt over his nose, hoping he was far away enough to avoid the blast zone.

!!!BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRPP!!!

The seat of the stool trapped deep in Martha's swampy valley would remain stained for life from the sweltering smog of the dog's effortfully evicted effluvium as her tailhole expanded and foully fluttered upon its wooden face! The flat, solid surface added an extra brassiness to her 12-second-long butt song that reiterated off of every wall and droned throughout every hallway in the vacant mini mansion, followed by a reeking vortex of vile paint-peeling vapors that left long-lasting clouds of lung-scorching dog-stank hovering low throughout the house. While the open windows helped to channel some of the festerous foulness out into the air of the neighborhood, the remaining wafts of flatus that refused to be evicted would immutably settle into the foundation of the forsaken structure. The persistent pestilence would serve as a grody graffiti that would send the message "Martha was here!" to any future occupants gullible enough to buy the permanently polluted property at its now steeply discounted value.

Coughs and gags were heard from the crew as the air of the home was rendered borderline toxic from Martha's humid, sulfury haze. The gusty canine responsible for the aromatic atrocity sighed with relief and chuckled after another short 'brrrnnt' honked from her rump to cap off her flatulent feat. "*GHUUURP!* Woops! Hehehe, didn't think those would be that big!", she beamed, proudly unfazed by the fumes of her own brew swirling around her.

"Alright folks, 'hurk!' that's the shoot...", Sidney retched.

With the interior left barely habitable, production was quickly wrapped up and the crew vacated the house to let it air out. The residents of the upper-class community would no doubt start to question what activities transpired in the seldom occupied property when the potent aftermath of Martha's "impression" wafted through their neighborhood and left the entire avenue reeking of rotten eggs for days after her visit!

For the drive back to Wagstaff, Giorgio insisted that Martha take the back seat, saying that the dog deserved the chauffeur treatment after her 'thundering' camera debut. She happily sprawled onto her back upon the spacious leather bench of the Mercedes and spent the ride fondling her massive, blobbish gut, enjoying the 'gloomp's, 'bloorf's, and 'gluurt's her portly paunch made as she prodded and rocked it from side to side, letting out burps and parps that ensured another open windowed trip.

"So, big girl. Think you can handle doin' this on the regular?", Giorgio asked as he drove.

"Abso- *** BHUURP\ **-lutely! I can do this every day as long as the food's just as* *HUUORP***good!", said the windy canine as she contentedly caressed her fullness.

"Well, Sid thinks ya got it and so do I, we won't know 'till the big dogs make the pick."

"How long do you think will it'll be before you- hnngf!", Martha grunted and cocked a hindleg to sloppily set free a sudden pang of intestinal pressure, 'BLLRRFFFRT' "-find out?"

"Won't be long, it's not like we got a backlog of talking dogs lined up.", Giorgio replied while stealthily spritzing the air of the front seat with his cologne. "Don't worry 'bout it, you did good today. Soon as I hear something, you'll be the first dog I tell."

Martha opted to be taken straight home instead of the park. After pulling up to the Lorraine's house, Giorgio assisted the dog in her graceless exit from the SUV. Rolling over to stand on the seat, the engorged canine hiccupped and belched loudly while her stomach sloshed and blorped as the contents shifted, dragging along as she lumbered out onto the sidewalk.

' *HIC*- "Ahh, home sweet *BHUUUUURRUURP!* home."

"And here you go, not bad for one afternoon of work." Giorgio said as he unfolded a $5000 check with Martha's name on it from his shirt pocket, holding it so she could read it before tucking it between her collar. "Need help gettin' inside?"

"Nope, *hurp* I've lugged this baby across town before, a little walk to the house is nothing."

After goodbyes were exchanged, Martha merrily waddled toward the side of the house with wide ass-swinging steps as she maneuvered her legs around her massive, heaving glut, and it wouldn't have been a proper Martha send-off without a ripening of the air from a bubbly 'pbbllroorft' rippling her sweaty, globular rump as she departed.

Giorgio meanwhile spent the last of his cologne desperately trying to freshen the interior of his Mercedes but found that even in the dog's absence her unconquerable stank still laid claim to the leather seats. "Oh well, I wanted a new car anyway.", he thought to himself as he tossed the expensive bottle in the back and drove off in search of the nearest detailer.

In the Lorraine's garage, Martha tucked the check beneath the cushion of her favorite chair upon which she slept before hauling her heft into said chair to lazily slump against the back while her well-fed excess overtook the seat and prepared nap off the fatigue brought on from gorging herself to near immobility. Satisfied with the outcome of the day's adventure, she wondered what Helen would say during her next visit when she'd present her friend with the money she earned from her new job, then spring the surprise of having found a place where they could live together while she was in school. Of course, her plan still depended on whether she actually got the job or not, the uncertainty of which cast a small gray cloud over the dozing dog's momentary joy. Her thoughts were interrupted by a roar from her active, bloated belly as another score of southbound wind fluttered through her volatile guts.

Too lethargic to even lean forward and let her rancidness seep out from behind her, Martha widened her legs to permanently foul the fabric beneath her slovenly, swampy rump with a series of bubbling, wet_brass notes that with every passing became longer, _sloppier, and deeper in tone, accompanied by a forceful, boisterous grunt with each deadly, protein-fueled bottom-burp she set free from her muffled methane factory....

....frrrmmmppfffff

!FFRRRRuuuuuurrrrrrrrt!

!!BBBFFFRRRUUUUUMMMMMMFF!!

!!!FFFFBBBBLLLRRRROOOOOUUUOOOORRRRTF!!!

That final, ground shaking, glass cracking rip came in the form of 20 solid seconds of soggy butt-belching that unleashed nuclear-grade flatus into the doomed chair, who's sacrifice to the Lorraines and their neighbors would go unacknowledged as it became an unwilling filter for the inhumane amounts of sweltering ass the dog proudly let loose upon her tortured throne!

After permanently soiling her chair with that sulfurous sonata, Martha sighed and sank deeper into the backrest of the ruined recliner, enjoying the toasty warmth rising from the padding below that withheld the heat and riotous raunch from her bombastic backdraft. However, the dog's acrid assault proved too much for the abused piece of furniture to contain, the compiled humidity trapped within the cushion weakened the stitching. The sewed seams began to split apart, allowing a steady, hissing stream of skunky fumes to escape from their cloth prison and drift up from around the canine's corpulent caboose, casting out a vision-obscuring fog of diabolical fart-funk that quickly conquered the entirety of the enclosed garage! Fortunately for the Wagstaff populace, the space was not well-ventilated and would withhold the lung shriveling clouds of the mephitic canine's miasmic malady! Within a minute, the air of the garage had become so thick with dense, green haziness that Martha could barely see an inch away from her muzzle! Impressed by her own performance, she drew in a _deep_whiff of her rankness. Amongst the stifling layer of eggy sulfur, her keen nose could still pick out the hints of beef, pork, and rabbit in the swirling smog.

With her slightly less bloated stomach free of gassy build-up, Martha let the lukewarm wafts of her legendary, ghastly flatulence lull her into a contented nap, a devious smirk plastered across her muzzle the entire time she snoozed knowing that whoever has the misfortune of unsealing her musky lair will be in for an unforgettable aromatic scare!