Yami stood in the half-light of back stage, the roar of the crowd still ringing out through the heavy velvet curtain that had moments before just fell after she had finished her striptease. Her body drenched in sweat and convulsing with each gasp as her heart struggled to slow down. It was a hell of a show, dancing in front of so many people was such a rush, Yami loved the excitement on their faces as with each passing second more of her skin was exposed. Now stood in nothing but her black G-string panties and a couple of pink heart pasties to cover her shame she felt the excitement draining from her. “Well that was blast; I hope my family didn’t come to see it this year.” She sighed to herself as memories of last year’s after-show stung her. She ran her fingers through her red hair being careful not to dislodge the fake fox ears atop her head; she brushed a few long strands from her face and sighed.

After a few moments of thunderous applause the cheer from her fans died down and a chill in the air caught her attention. “It’s pretty cold back here with almost nothing on.” Her sweat seemed to amplify the chill which now threatened to pop off her nipple coverings. “Fuck me, where are my clothes? There was supposed to be someone back here.” With a frown on her face she lightly tiptoed off stage clutching her long faux fur tail to her belly for warmth looking for someone who could help her. Before she made it too far a voice rang out from behind her making her jump in shock. “Great show tonight Yami, the fans just ate it up. Your stuff is in the staff locker room just off stage, we had to move them so it wouldn’t get in the way of the next performer.” Yami smiled and nodded to the convention staff as a very tall sailor scout walked past her onto the stage and took her place behind the curtain.

Yami watched with rapturous fascination as the curtains opened and the crowd started to roar once again. “Did you miss me boys? I missed you.” The scout blew them a kiss and strode out into the light. Yami was a little disheartened that her fans would cheer for anyone other than her, the thought quickly passed. “It’s just for fun, sexy, naughty fun.” Brushing it off she turned and walked towards the locker room, with each footfall she her shivering intensified as did her need for warmth. When she finally stepped through the door to the smaller heated room it was a relief, so much so that she just stood there and basked in it for a few moments before scanning the room for her clothes. She found the neat little pile on one of the benches, the rest of her costume skimpy was all leather and fake knives, but it still looked cool when she had it on.

Yami picked it up and was starting to slip it on when she heard a groan of pain coming from the toilets beyond the lockers. “The fuck? HELLO? Are you ok?” She called out taking a few steps once again lowering the costume to her side. After waiting a few moments she found no response, nor were the moans back either, she was about to walk away when the silence was broken by a weak whimper from the furthest stall. “Please, help.” Yami rushed towards the girl’s voice hoping she could help in anyway, the stench was terrible and it only grew with each frantic step. As the fox came to the door she took a deep breath and pushed the stall open, what she saw took her breath away. Sat on the toilet was a huge half-naked Harley Quinn with her legs wide on the rim, her belly hanging down into her lap and a manic smile on her lips. “Well hello there cutie, I’ve not had fox before.” Yami didn’t even get a chance to react as the woman’s legs shot out and wrapped around her waist before yanking her into the stall.

Yami’s tried to whimper as her face smushed into the woman’s gut, she pushed away but found it next to impossible to overpower her captor. She was squeezed harder and harder before the woman’s fingers dug into her hair and tilted Yami’s head back to look her in the eye. The bottle blond locks fell onto the red and black costume; her luscious red painted lips were bent into a crooked grin as her tongue lapped over them in what Yami could only assume was lust or hunger. The fox heard the door slam behind her, she let out a startled yelp, with her mouth still buried in a layer of chub around the girls belly it was effectively muted. “Shhhh, don’t talk, let Harley take care of you, just like Shelby here.” Harley slapped her gravid belly, the thing rippled and let out a loud gurgling sound in response, Yami’s eyes went wide, and if her fake ears could droop they would have. This woman is fucking insane.

Harley moaned again, Yami could feel her huge gut muscles tensing beneath the surface before a disgusting plopping sound came from below them. Yami tried to hold her breath as the rancid smell of shit filled the air, Harley chortled waving her free had in-front of her face. “Phew, Shelby you really stink. And don’t you know it’s rude to splash. After-all I have a guest, a bunk mate for you. This nice fox-gal has agreed to keep you company, well what’s left of you anyway.” Yami looked puzzled as confusion racked her brain. After a few moments she was given answers as Harley rose to her feet and unceremoniously dropped Yami onto the floor before turning around to face away from her.

Yami managed to recover and push her hands onto the cold tile lifting her head up. Anger filled her, what was this woman’s problem, just as she began to rise above the rim her rage subsided and found itself replaced with terror, down in the toilet bowl half buried in shit and scraps or purple and black rags was a small cracked skull caked in crap and bile, its empty eye sockets looking back at her with a fixed expression of pain and suffering. “WHAT THE FUCK? Oh dear Jesus, I think I’m gonna hurl…I’ calling the fucking co..” Yami stopped herself as she looked up, her vision filled with the corpulent ass of her assailant. She held her huge butt cheeks apart, her black cherry muddied with crap and sweat pulsed and twitched. Yami started to hyperventilate “Wh…What are you… What are you doing?” Yami just wanted to run and never stop but her body refused to do as she told it, she thought being paralysed with fear was something that was made up for movies, but now it had happened to her she knew all too well how terrible it really was.

The woman chortled, her huge butt cheeks wobbled with every movement. “Why, I’m just showing you your future, try not to struggle too much, it will just make it hurt more.” With that she fell backwards onto the awestruck fox. Yami let out a squeal as the filthy shit hole smacked her nose and in less than a second had slurped up her entire head coming to rest around her neck and pinning the fox ears into her matted hair. Yami screamed as the thick claustrophobic walls of Harley’s rectum closed in around her like a body bag. Harley added more weight onto her victim and felt her tight ring slip down Yami’s throat and land on her shoulders. Yami screamed as shit splattered onto her face and coated her skin in a rancid residue, she tried to shut her mouth but found that during the previous violent jerk that had sucked in a few more inches of her, her chin had gotten caught resulting in a sprained Masseter muscle and the loss of her ability to close it for a while. With every suck and slurp her mouth hung wide scooping up the filth that used to be Shelby and no matter how hard she tried Yami couldn’t shut out the taste of the ex-human.

Harley grunted as her hole came to rest on Yami’s shoulders, her butt was not the best at expanding to accommodate a live meal like this, but what it lacked in size it more than made up for in strength. She bit her lip as her guts took hold of her latest victim and pulled, hard. Yami felt like her head was about to be ripped clean off before, with what some may loosely call a stroke of luck, her shoulders buckled first. Both shoulder blades and her collar bone snapped and collapsed in on themselves before being dragged through the tight undulating opening of Harley’s ass hole. Yami squealed in pain before passing out, her body convulsing a few times sending twitches of pleasure through her tormentor. “Mmmm I love that part. You really scratched an itch that Shelby just couldn’t. Thanks for the help; it should be easy going from here on in foxy.” Yami was dead to the world, in her blacked out state she unable to fight back as inch by inch she was stuffed into the fat woman’s butt.

Harley leant onto the toilet cistern, her face scrunched into a mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy as Yami was crammed into her tight pipework. Her arms and tits yanked between two huge flabby butt cheeks before being fed to the tight unyielding abyss of Harleys stink hole. Every slurp and gurgle was followed by the snap and crackle of more bones buckling under the pressure and a delightful feeling of fullness snaking its way through Harley’s belly. She caressed her fingers over the distinct head sized lump in her tummy that with every swallow moved a few inches higher. As Yami’s nipples slipped inside the two heart pasties peeled off and fell to the floor, the sudden sensation snapped the fox girl back to her senses. Disorientated and confused Yami was clueless of her whereabouts, the feeling of claustrophobia and the unbelievable agony that assaulted her soon brought recent events crashing to the forefront of her mind. She coughed up some of the crap and tried to close her mouth, the pain was so intense she almost blacked out again. “OH MY GOD. ARGHHHH. FUCK FUCK FUCK. LET ME OUT YOU FAT BITCH.” Every breath was agony as snapped and twisted ribs tore through her chest cavity.

Harley grinned as her meal awoke, she had no idea what the bitch was saying, the layers her previous meals had left on her muffled Yami far too well, but she loved listening to her distorted cries all the same. “Mmm hello there. I hope you enjoy your stay. All the previous residents refused to leave, so I had to evict them.” Harley stroked what she thought was Yami’s face and strained to suck another part of her through the tight sphincter that usually marked the exit. As Yami’s shoulders curled around a bend deep inside she slipped in a few more inches, her arms and chest completely sliding in with a few jerks leaving just her hands and legs free, both of which were thrashing for dear life. Harley turned around and sat on the toilet below, she looked down at Yami’s legs kicking the floor and door and took note of the inanimate tail still resting on the tile. Harley’s belly muscles visibly strained below the fat resulting in the disappearance of Yami’s fingers and a large portion of her highs as well. “Not long now foxy.” Harley closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure emanating from her core.

Yami begged as her twisted and contorted body slithered ever deeper through the labyrinthine depths of her captor, second after painful second Harley slurped and sucked the thin writhing legs closer, Yami’s clenching toes getting ever nearer to their final resting place deep inside the monster. Harley’s train of thought was dragged down to earth as she heard the door to the locker rooms open and several people walk in chatting amongst themselves. Harley ceased for a moment; the sound of laughter was getting closer, too close for comfort. Yami slammed her foot into one of the stall walls during her savage kicking, the intruders fell silent. Harley snarled and managed to grab the girl’s feet holding them in place. “Oh what the heck did I eat?” The voices returned to chat amongst themselves as if nothing was amiss, Harley’s deception had worked.

Still holding her victims feet she sighed, this place was too public to have any more fun. So using strength not found in most normal humans she crammed the two flailing appendages into her ass, slowly feeding her to the rabid beast that was her ass. Yami howled as her legs clicked and popped as they were stuffed into the tiny sack of Harley’s rectum. A few beads of sweat dripped down her cheek as Harley pulled with all her might before finally relaxing as Yami’s wriggling toes slipped into her hungry anus before being slurped away with gusto. “Phew, you feel so good foxy but we gotta go. I don’t want you getting found now do I.” Yami thrashed as best she could but the tight flesh that surrounded her on all sides made resistance impossible, the only motion that she could feel was the slow peristalsis as she was crammed deeper into Harley’s innards.

With a flush the huge pred slipped her costume back on and watched as some of her previous meal drained into the sewer. She could feel the fuzz from Yami’s tail tickle her insides, her hand idly stroked the bulge her meal made, it felt nice. She headed out into the convention leaving Yami’s costume in a crumpled mess on the floor, discarded and forgotten. The convention proceeded with no fanfare at the passing of its mascot; no one seemed to notice Yami’s absence to be honest. Harley went about her business, posing for photos and watching shows. Not one person questioned the size of her gut, they never did, it would be considered rude to point out how fat someone was to their face. A few noticed of course, and Harley took great pleasure in showing it off knowing someone was helplessly trapped deep inside, a few inches from help that would never come.

Life for Yami however was anything but pleasant, she spent the countless hours screaming and pleading for mercy, so much so that her voice was all but gone by the time she finally made it to Harley’s stomach. Although slightly larger it was still hell on earth for the poor fox girl. The previous victims body partly remained inside, a few broken bones and a couple gallons of melted flesh and acid. Yami was shoved up through the soupy remains before being crammed inside the tight arid sack. Had she any voice left she’d have call out for her mother as one often does in times of immense suffering. The pain reached another crescendo as her hips were stuffed inside, snapping her spine in several places as she contorted further than humanly possible, the sweet release of unconsciousness was left out of her reach. The only interaction Harley had at this point was the occasional belly rub and a few rancid burps that slipped out when she wasn’t paying attention.

Yami wept as her body was jammed into the foetal position, her feet finally making their way into the stomach and pressing into her own face. Everything below her waist was paralysed and numb, somewhat a blessing as her pain had been halved as a result. She punched the wrinkled walls a few times using the last of her strength to do so; each bump she produced was pushed back down by a single finger from Harley mush to the preds amusement. Yami sniffled. “Mom, please help me. I don’t want to die like this. I don’t want to be shit. Please someone help me.” Her tears dripped into the uncaring acid that coated her skin and wore away at it slowly putrefying her. Harley’s stomach muscles pressed in and crushed the poor girl adding to her misery and snapping what little remained unbroken.

After another hour of crushing torment and agony something shifted. The world around Yami stopped moving as if Harley had relaxed. The constant motion sickness subsided for once; the respite was a short lived one. Yami pleaded one last time before the stomach crushed in more violently than ever before but refused to release afterwards. The pressure grew more and more, one final ear splitting squeel as Yami’s world imploded. Her skull splattering as her skeleton collapsed in on itself leaving her nothing but shattered bone sinking into a blended paste of her and Shelby. Outside Harley sighed with a dreamy smile on her face, her arms wrapped around her belly in a huge self-hug. “Mmm welcome to your new home foxy.” Harley fell backwards onto her bed, her huge belly jiggled like a bowl of jelly for a few moments before resting. Harley fell asleep massaging her soft gut and moaning to herself about tasty little treats.

As Harley woke her guts groaned for release. “Oh my, you want out ladies? Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be more than happy to oblige.” She slowly got out of bed and sauntered over to the bathroom before plopping down into the toilet still completely naked. She grit her teeth and strained her muscles, as she pushed with all her strength the tip of a huge log peaked out of her butt hole before it yawned wide. The giant turd slipped out and fell into the water below; it was followed by a second, third and fourth before Harley flushed. Yet more rancid shit fell out of her laced with red fox fur and purple cotton fragments. “Hmm you two feel so good right now. I can’t wait to finish you off.” Harley stroked her belly over and over as the pile beneath her grew once more and was flushed away.

Her face suddenly turned sour, sweat dripping from her brow, she groaned. “Oh come on you fucker, get out. You felt a lot easier going in.” With a gasp of relief she heard a thwack sound as Yami’s skull tumbled out of her and shattered as it hit the porcelain bowl below. “Damn girl, you must have been a nerd or something with a braincase like that. Now everyone, it’s been a fun few days but it’s time we all say goodbye.” The woman concentrated, humming something dark to herself as her belly emanated a deep blue glow. The screams of several disembodied people screaming filled the room. Yami’s voice could be heard amongst the throng begging for mercy and calling for help from, God, Jesus, her mother, whoever would be able to, but none of them could help her now.

One by one the howling voices gurgled into nothingness as Harley absorbed their souls and reduced them to puddles of ethereal sludge. The minutes ticked by until all that remained was Yami’s voice, alone and crying before that too was snuffed out. Harley gasped; her pussy quivering as blue slime gushed out of her and splattered the bowl below. “OH GOD YES. I needed this. Your sacrifice helps me stay as powerful as I am. Enjoy the blissful nothingness my gut has banished you to. Not even a place in hell for ya, you’re all mine now and for ever.” Her whole body undulated with each syllable as one by one the souls of her previous meals dripped from her pussy into her shit. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity until her body came down from its high and began to respond to her commands again. “Phew. That was a rush. I can’t wait until next time. Thanks ladies, you were awesome.” Harley cleaned herself up and stood with a grunt. She flushed the toilet not even looking back at the mess she had made before walking out of the room to get dressed. Amidst the swirling pile of crap and blue slime a crinkled pair of faux fox ears with half the fur melted off and wires bent akimbo was sucked down into the sewer along with what remained of the woman that wore them.

The day ahead was a long one, the convention was winding down, most people had already gone home, but a few die-hard fans had stuck around, Harley was one of them. She was not there for the same show as everyone else; no she was there for the police. During the convention eight people had disappeared, and now police were scouring the entire place for clues as to their current whereabouts, none would be found of course, thousands of people had stomped, crushed and cleaned away anything that could lead to Harley. So she sat in the food court watching with rapt pleasure as police questioned everyone and anyone that remained, a particularly cute blonde officer had asked her a few questions for a time before moving on to someone else.

As she stood to leave her belly let out a growl, the last few days had been great fun, yet her hunger once again bit at the back of her psyche, she knew she could control it, at least until the next convention. She licked her lips in anticipation of all the sweet treats that awaited her before she began her long journey home.