What comes goes
Forex just woke up finding things very odd. He was not laying down in his bed. He seemed to be in a sitting position. As he tried to stand he found that his arms where tied behind his back and that he seemed to be blind folded as well. At that realization he started to get worried as to what was going on. All that he remembered was going to a bar for some drinks. It was not the normal high class club that he normally goes to. It was a bar that the low scum of peons that work under him keep talking about. As he tried to move he realized that he was encased in something like a rubber diving suit. The only thing that was not covered in rubber was the opening for his mouth. The rest of his muzzle was encased in the same rubber as the rest of his body. But he could feel something in his mouth that he couldn't spit out. It felt like a large bit a horse might have in its mouth. But his felt like it was not solid but some kind of tubing.
"Oh! I see that our better than everyone else fox is now awake."
As Forex upon hearing someone speak he tried to demand to be released. The tubular bar making that all but impossible, all that came out of his muzzle was a muffled noise.
"Don't bother trying to talk, you cant you piece of shit."the last was followed by a sharp bark of laughter. Like when people laugh at a privet joke.
"Well I bet you would like to know what the plan is that we have for you." Forex could only nod. "I think I will let you figure it out on your own."
Forex feels the bit of tubing being moved around in his mouth, as it was repositioned. After a short time the feeling of some kind of thick liquid coming from the tubing going down his throat. He tries to spit the odd tasting textured slime stuff out of his muzzle. About the only thing that he succeeded in doing was to get the stuff onto his tongue allowing him to taste the stuff. The slime did not have much of a taste but the it did have a very odd texture. Like that of grainy jello. It continued to pour down his throat not stopping. Who ever had set up the feeder had it adjusted so that stuff as it flowed out his gag reflex could handle it. Had it came out a lot faster he might have drowned in the stuff. But at the rate that it came out his stomach could handle it.
A couple of minuets later Forex was forced to stand up. The feel of hands bringing him to a standing position. He could feel the pressure of a collar now on his neck as the leash that was used to force him to stand on his toes or to be hanged by it. After he was stood up he could hear nothing going on around him. His captor left him alone in absolute silence. What seemed like hours later with his bladder being full and his needed to take a piss.
"Hey I need to piss, God Dammit, Let me the fuck out of here you fucking prick." He screamed out to any one. "Open this damn suit up so I can piss." There was no response. He continued to scream himself hoarse and when he could hold it no longer. Sobbing he pissed onto his belly under the rubber suit. He could feel the piss slowly run down his belly and onto his legs. The idea that he was forced to piss onto himself like a baby in a diaper was just so extremely embarrassing and humiliating. Here he is a fox of great importance and not some infant that has not been potty trained. After some time his bladder was full again. He knew that holding it in would do no good but he did it anyways. But the inevitable happened. There was another stream of warm urine shooting up his belly and then down his legs. Forex, then realized that the stuff that he had been made to drink. It was going to keep making him urinate onto him self. After urinating onto himself about a half a dozen times a new horror came to his attention. He had to now take a shit. It was bad enough that he is forced to urinate all over him self. But to defaecate all over him self also. Is there no end to the humiliation that he was forced to bring onto himself.
The torture went on for days the force feeding followed then by the urinating and defecating day in and day out into his fur two things happened. The first was he was getting one heck of a nasty rash all over his feet and legs. The other was the stuff was building up in his rubber boots. Every time he moved his foot paws the urine and feces would squish between his footpads. Day after day the body waist level kept climbing up his legs. As the level came up to his tail it ran down his tail. It climbed up his belly and chest until it ran down his arms. As it climbed up his neck he started to wonder how high it will climb. Will it go into his eyes and ears? As the level got to his lower jaw he moved and got a gross and nasty realization. His body waste shot into his muzzle. Unlike the liquid that he was forced to drink the body waste he could spit out. But not after tasting it.
After about a day after he had his first taste of his own shit he heard the persons voice again. "Well hello there septic bag. Did you have a good month?" A month Forex thought, I've been here a whole month. How? He mentally thought, What no one has missed me, what about work the Johannsen project. "By now you should be eating your own shit." As he heard that Forex slightly lowered his head. "Yes your suit was destined to make your own waste flow into your own muzzle. Now for the reason that I would not tell you about. Now for the part that you wouldn't learn about on your own or even a clue about because you are just so high and mighty. I am Donovan's lover. You knew that he was gay right?" the voice continued it's anger evident in his ears "Well he is a sweet ram of a sheep. He was content to be your door mat of an assistant. But I was not. Well because of your disappearance he was promoted into your old job. Yes" the voice did a big exhale. "The police are still looking for you." The voice giggled. "Not that anyone wants them to find you. Even your own wife does not want to see you again. Now for the rest of the news. The room that your in has no drainage. At some point you will drown in your own crap. But that might take decades. I bet you cant wait to start so I will say good bye and... Have a good life!" What is left of it. Then the sound of footsteps and a door closing. Forex never heard another anthros voice again