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This is Joanna Marshall , a Dog Girl

She is wearing a short black skirt. Attached to it is Spiked collar.

She has a backpack on her back.

She has PDA-Joanna Marshall (Off-duty Officer) about her waist.

She is wearing some jackboots on her feet.

She has a radio headset on her left ear.

She is wearing Joanna Marshall's ID Card (Off-duty Officer).

She has a very fat frame with a bulging potbelly, squishy rolls of pudge, very wide hips, and plump set of jiggling thighs.

She is sporting a large, round, sagging stomach. It's contains at least their body weight worth of glorping slush.

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Joanna is has let herself go and then some. Her small height at only 5' 2" aids in that plump appearance! She has full D-cups, her top looking a little tight around her frame. She looks soft and is covered from head to toe with plush, fluffy fur. Her tanktop barely manages to cover that fat, wobbling potbelly, the bottom of the swell poking out from underneath the hem of her shirt. She has soft hips, thick thighs, and a plush rump. Her muscle definition is all gone. Most of her weight looks to have gone to her belly, as well as from the waist down. She's wide, thick and wonderfully well fed.

A pair of pointy, fuzzy ears jut up from Jo's head from her short dark brown hair. Her hair looks exceptionally fluffy, sloppily aranged on her head just to stay out of her face. Its generally tied back in a small bun or hanging down, framing the sides of her face.

Her face is fairly androgynous but leans towards the feminine side of the spectrum. She has a squat, canine-esque snout, capped with a black wet nose. She generally has a dour expression on her face but when she smiles its a dorky, tooth-filled grin.

Her eyes are a piercing icy blue. They're hard to miss and stand in contrast to her dark grey fur.

Joanna Marshall's Metainfo:

Dickgirl

Pred Only/Dom Only

She's always hungry and happy with willing or unwilling prey.

OV=CV>HV>AV>>>The rest. UB will never happen due to lack of equipment.

Favorites:

Weight gain, bullying, noisy bellies, big bellies, belly play, digestion (graphic or soft), burps, gross stuff (food filled stomachs), apathy, same-size, unwilling prey, willing prey, slob, musk/smells. fighting*

Likes:

Disposal, ERP

Maybe:

Anything else, just ask

Dislikes:

Scatplay, Endo, Being sub, Micros

You're welcome to use LOOC to set something up or we can roll into something naturally.

*I love it when theres some RP fighting between myself and my partner, but I hate mechanics. A few here and there but a full on drag out brawl/screaming over comms isnt fun. Let me know if you plan on trying to use mechanics or will scream over the net should a scene like this happen.

Kristy Martinez exclaims, "Are you sure you should have even more booze? You seem to be quite intoxicated as it is... Hiccuping and slurring like that!"

Joanna Marshall nods emphatically and sways in her seat. "Totally! Lemme jus..." she leans over, thumping against Kristy as she snatches the girl's drink and drains it with a greedy ulp!

Kristy Martinez huffs, watching this drunken woman just sway about, being greedy and sloppy, even having the nerve to take her entire Margarita, and just gulping it down into her own, gluttonous throat! "Hey... I was drinking that..." Kristy bends a brow as she looks over to that doggo, sighing, and rolling her eyes a bit. Well there went that drink. Clearly, even if Joanna was drunk, she could still handle somehow, even more alcohol.

Joanna Marshall has grabbed Kristy Martinez passively!

Joanna Marshall has grabbed Kristy Martinez aggressively (now hands)!

Joanna Marshall is attempting to cram Kristy Martinez into their maw!

Joanna Marshall sets down the glass and smacks her lips, a soft bwwrp! escaping as her stomach, heavy and bloated as it was, sloshed and churned with something. She leaned a bit harder onto Kristy and stuck out her tongue. "Ah...yew don't nee- hic! need it where...y'er goin..." she snorts again, a drunken laugh rumbling from her chest. The dog's breath was foul, made harsh by the burning scent of alcohol and her own poor oral hygiene. The dog wrapped and arm around Kristy's shoulder, tugging her closer. "Byeeee." She slurred playfully, as her jaws started to part. What a terrible prospect! Kristy could feel the hot exhalation of breath washing over her as the dog's gullet twitched with a lewd squelch, her tongue sliding out and splattering against the human's cheek, dragging up and getting a good taste of her. The hot, pink confines of the dog's mouth were soon coming over Kristy's head, first with the dog's lips sealing around her forehead, then a sharp tug bringing her completely into that stinking, sloppy mouth! Gross! Joanna's lips vibrated around her neck with a dull 'Hmmm~' of satisfaction.

Joanna Marshall manages to cram Kristy Martinez into their maw!

Your vision is suddenly plunged into a wet, dripping darkness. Intimidating rows of pointed teeth surround you as your head passes deeper into her mouth. As she greedily crams you inside, her cheeks stretch and swell around the growing mass of your body. Her mouth isnt unpleasant, a faint minty-ness lingers in the hot, humid maw, but it is incredibly wet. Saliva squelches and sloshes around your head, matting hair and fur, smearing over every inch as her tongue generously applies more of the sticky saliva. Up ahead, shadowed and ominous, that gullet yawns and shudders hungrily as you draw closer, occasionally widening as hot air blows past your face from her breathing.

Kristy Martinez perhaps had many more worse things to worry about than a stupid Margarita, having felt put out by having the anthro dog girl simply steal, swipe, swallow and gulp down her entire drink, as if she herself didn't want it. Kristy turning to the canine folding her arms slightly, and feeling unimpressed, especially as the gross girl belches in her face wetly! Some bits of drool and spit just splashing onto her caramel skin. Proceeding to be even more disgusting, Joanna simply sticks her tongue out, however, what the anthro says, gets the raven haired chicka a bit nervous, confused, and alarmed. Having not exactly the mind set for it right now, being here just to chill, to suddenly having something else happen entirely different! Yet soon enough, the Latina would find out exactly what Joanna meant, the woman wrapping an arm around her, and simply tugging her in towards her, as if she were the doggo's property. Without a physical warning, even if 'bye', the words spoken of the doggo, were pretty ominious, Kristy can't even let off a proper scream as a sickening tongue and a maw, quickly enough silences her voice from shock and fear, before thinking to scream again, for a split second, while she still could, snerk.... her entire HEAD was GONE in between Joanna's lips! The strong and fat dog girl grabbing on to her in such a way, it seemed, even struggling, might be in vain now! Truly. Having complained about her drink suddenly taken, seemed like the worst choice to have done around such a fat, gluttonous doggo. Her only constant now, stinky, slimy mawage, with pitch black squelching, the doggo not seeming to stop any time soon!

Joanna Marshall tightened her grip on Kristy's shoulders, her other hand joining in, claws digging into the meat of her shoulders harshly. Her teeth scrape shallow grooves into her flesh, tongue lapping up the faintly beading rubies of blood. The coppery tang mixed well with the smooth, succulent taste and texture of the human's flesh. Well, Joanna's already eaten one today, might as well make it another. Hell, not like anyone is really gonna miss one or two no longer showing up to work or whatever. They're better off as dogfood at the end of the day. Her jaws stretch around Kristy's shoulders with a dull slurp, teeth cutting into her skin a bit deeper, the harsh grip around her shoulders working down to her arms, pinning them to her side. The dog, drunk as she might be, was still clearly experienced, casually stuffing this poor girl down her gullet like so much meat, as casually as she'd like. Everyone was there too, watching Kristy disappear, to take the one way plunge into that bubbling cauldron still stuffed with the ruined remains of some other poor soul. Thick, slimy drool bubbles from between Joanna's lips, soaking into Kristy's clothes and running down her skin, the dog's tongue still relentlessly lashing across her flesh. Her head was well and properly crammed into that hellish, agonizing throat, the crushing walls of ringed muscle rippling and squeezing around her skull and shoulders before too long. Every wet, powerful GLRK sent her down a bit deeper, the booming drum of the dog's heart ringing in her ears, the heat and pressure baring in around her. Worse still, all that thick, cloying mucus was coating every inch that was sinking into the dog's gullet. GLRK! ULP! Joanna was grabbing at Kristy's waist now, starting to drag her from her seat, Joanna's lips wrapping around the bottom of the girl's ribs. Her head was already pressing against the slimy, twitching cardiac sphincter, the stench of acids and death burning her nostrils as she was moments away from taking the plunge into the worst death she could possibly endure...

You're squished from Joanna Marshall's maw to their throat !

You are forced into the incredbily tight, slimy tunnel that leads to her stomach. Walls of slick throatflesh squeeze and crush around your head and torso, her lips firmly wrapped around your hips now. Lazy, shallow gulp slowly pull you down between the wet, squelching gulps greedily whisking you closer and closer to the growling stomach below. You can already feel the cloying heat of the gut below, the air getting thicker and more acrid. The walls move your saliva-soaked form towards the ever-growing final destination of her body, the stomach, which can be heard growing increasingly louder down below!

Kristy Martinez was now at the point where she was somewhat beyond shocked, but far too deep for it to make a real difference. Muffled screams erupted from the inside of this fat dog's maw, but alas, for the lot of good it was to do Kristy, the sound never made it really beyond Joanna's greedy mouth. She'd struggle and squirm, fight in earnest, but she was only rewarded by sharp teeth lightly squishing, scraping or carelessly, cutting into her skin. The mouth was a foregone conclusion as her head was greedily enough accepted into an even more impossibly, tighter space! Yet as it appeared, the gluttonous bitch wouldn't be detered from her ultimate goal, packing yet another defenseless, hapless, and now hopeless, meal, straight down her throat, to get to be in her stomach, where she'd digest. Where she'd die, and where she could never come back from again. How Joanna was able to do it, why, so many answers perhaps left unknown. Yet the fact of the matter, it was happening, and whether Kristy wanted it or not, the Latina was taking that one way trip. Roughly pulled in even harder, squelched forth even deeper...

Kristy Martinez felt her shoulders enter the fat dog's throat, and her large, fatted breast, soon enter in between the dog's tasting lips. That disgusting tongue no doubt getting a taste of her flesh, that soft trickle of blood and every bit of sweat, fear and flesh, and clothing, the trapped Latina had to offer. Fucking beyond it! That once Margarita hardly seemed like something even worth asking the prior bartender. Her LIFE, for ONE FUCKING DRINK? Of course, little could Kristy realize, drink or not, it was likely Joanna would have eaten her anyway. The fat bitch of a glut never seemed to have any bars held, neither knew any limits, what was one more life, one more set of dreams, to an insatiable appetite like hers? Dragged off the stool now, almost forced to sit or squish next to Joanna's breasts and her fat stomach, the Latina wasn't even sitting down proper any more. Her head starting to pound in pain as the pressure was forcing all around her, barely making her lungs able to take in any new air, softly suffocating, at least for the moment. That acrid air, that sting, oh fuck.... Kristy knew she was almost at the belly of the beast... ALREADY!

Joanna Marshall hoisted Kristy's legs into the air properly now, tilting back her head and letting gravity drag the girl down towards her acid-laden doom. The pressure from the sudden shift of orientation forced that slimy ring of muscle open, subjecting Kristy to experience first hand what it was like to be nothing more than food. A foul gust of stinking, fetid air rushed up to greet her, her skin tingling, eyes and nose burning with discomfort and irriation. It was black as pitch in there, but she was soon feeling the bubbling mire sliding over her head and face as she spilled into the dog's stomach. Her head bumps against a few bones, namely a grinning skull and a few ribs as she slides in, starting to curl along the stomach walls, feeling the thick sludge coating every inch of her body. The dog's tongue slipped along Kristy's thighs as she slid further inside, the sensation of her breasts sliding down her throat making the drunk dog squirm with delight. Her already heavy stomach only grew bigger and bigger with each passing moment, the poor girl curling atop herself, head managing to break the surface of all that slop only for her to breathe the acrid atmosphere of her tomb. Her ribs felt brused, hips wrenched from their sockets with a powerful gulp that reduced her to simply a pair of feet jutting from Joanna's lips. The dog's tongue curled around Kristy's feet, and dragged them back into her throat with a wet, messy glllrrk~ Reduced to just a bulge in her throat, Kristy lingered for a moment before she finally disappeared into the dog's belly...for good~ All around the walls shudder and squeeze, splashing and squelching more of that foul, stinking slime over her, her clothes starting to fray and fall apart, skin itching and blistering under the acidic assault. Joanna just licks her lips and sighs, steaming out a soft bwrrrrp as her stomach settles~ "Mmph..." Her fingers drum atop the surface of her belly as she sways in her seat, hiccuping softly. "I could go for a drink..." Her eyes drift around the bar..."Or seconds..."

You're squished from Joanna Marshall's throat to their stomach !

Your body is now piled into the bloated, gurgling gut of a hungry dog. On all sides the walls lazily contract around your form, smearing more digestive slop across your body, a pool of the bubbling goo starting to form around you. The air is harsh and acrid, stinging the back of the throat and makes your eyes water. The noise is almost defeaning, heavy gurgles and booming glorps echo around you. Stinging slime begins to cover you, confirming your status as nothing but food. You can already feel that faint, pins-and-needles itch climbing across your body.

Joanna Marshall slumps down onto the bench, the wood creaking in protest under her weight. That huge, sloshing stomach that jutted from her middle sloshed and glorped , the occupant within thrashing for her life as the acids noisily worked over her. Joanna huffed, spilling some of her drink onto the human next to her. "Oh...shorry!" She slurred, snorting and sticking out her tongue. "How...are you?" She managed to dribble out before snorting again, sipping on her drink with a loud slllrrp . Her stomach shifts and bumps against Lillian slightly, the bulging outline of someone trapped inside slowly starting to fade...

Lillian looks a bit taken aback by the scene. The brunette furrows her bows, but then puts on a rather charming smile. Her fingers delicately press against the softening mass of Joanna's gut. She tries to keep it from sinking against her, shivering lightly at the gurgling. "Fine, fine." Clearing her throat, she leans on the table. "Have a lot to eat, tonight?"

Joanna Marshall nods emphatically, bouncing in her seat a bit as she sways, bumping again against Lillian. Her stomach glorps loudly as more of the girl packed within starts to break down, all of her efforts being met with just a casual pat or the stomach walls simply crushing in around her again. The dog sips from her drink. "Jusht a few drinks...meeting people." She snorts, running her slick tongue across her lips. "Don...dont think I've met'cha before!" She gets a bit too loud again. "Wush your name?" The dog seemingly was playing off the fact that someone was digesting inside her gut as though its no big deal...

Your movement only causes Joanna Marshall's stomach to slosh around you.

Kristy Martinez 's afternoon off of shift from being the station's normal bartender, was going from great, to bad, to down right horrible! She couldn't believe what was happening to her, what with being devoured, eaten, swallowed up, whole and alive! Where had Joanna come from, from what demonic hell hole had she spawned? Kristy minding her own business, practically, just coming to the bar to let a load off, to get her drink's fill of light satiate, hadn't planned on being this fat dog's dinner! But it was much worse than that. Kristy shouldn't be able to fit down Joanna's tight throat, past that nearly bone crushing cardiac sphincter, let alone, to move completely, to her entirely way to bloated stomach! Nevertheless, with the task at hand, the positioned shove pushing her into motion, and this conquesting dog's adamant nature and her paramount design, at killing off, packing more meat away into her guts, it would seem to happen regardless. With a heave, pressure, swallowed and forced pulls, the woman was taken up into the air, gulped down even more, until finally, Kristy Martinez's head got squelched under a bunch of digested materials, chyme and a belly full of bile and acid! Surfacing, only after what felt like a traumatic eternity, she gasped, working, squirming to get new breath, to wipe her eyes of that fluid. Yet the burn was already there. Her body soon, rapidly, following in at these self same moments, while she tried to get somewhat situated, as much as one victim could be, currently being devoured; a heavy squish and even more gulps later, the poor Latina's lower legs and feet, were all that remained of herself.

Your struggles only cause Joanna Marshall's stomach to gush softly around you.

...Toes and heels, soles, clad in long black high heels, all of her personal items, as well as company equipment, would seem to meet this same watery grave, as Joanna deemed to take them down with her latest victim, devouring their attire and all. And with a last, nearly bone crushing, certainly at least dislocating SWALLOW, Joanna snerked in those poor, frantic feet, as they were violently squished over that fat tongue and throat, meeting with that fond farewell of a GLLLLLLLLLLLLRCK, sealing her fate as Joanna's new bit of protein and fat. Holy fuck?! Was Joanna serious? More booze, more meals? From what Kristy could tell, feeling all around and about her, terrifyingly, she noticed someone had already died inside of Jo! The ribs soon poking into her a bit, puncturing into her flesh like a stabbing knife that didn't come back out, even as Joanna's stomach came bearing down on her. Jolts of pain erupting out of her central nervous system of a few snaps were felt and occurred, deeply inside of Jo. Hand prints moved to Jo's stomach, and a ghostly face impression, balling, and crying, asking to be let free, Kristy's eye balls soon melted away after the much rubbing the human had done before, having only made things much worse for herself. How much time did Kristy now have left? Half an hour, minutes... several moments? Her fucking life having come down to this? Jo had devoured her past, she was digesting her present, and the careless, crass bitch, belching, even looking for more satiate, was only seeming all to please to rip that once promised, future, away from Kristy~

Lillian nods back, somewhat on autopilot. The brunette's facade of geniality was a thin veil at this point. The muffled noises of someone struggling inside of her canine companion was a bit too much to bear. The stomach bumps into her, pushing her down the bench while she tries her best not to think about what is causing the subtle movements beneath Joanna's pudge. "Lillian. Lillian Fyre. I'm sort of new here." Yes, conversation! She turns her sparkling attention to Joanna's face. "Are you a member of the crew?"

Joanna Marshall had jostled the poor human even more as she stumbled over towards the table, working those disembodied ribs deeper into her flesh, puncturing a rib and her liver, acids starting to eat into the weeping wounds and tear more flesh from the poor girl's frame. The skin on her head was flaking away, hair falling from her scalp, blisters forming and bursting as bone steadily was exposed all across her head and hands. The sizzling, sloshing gush and pop of acids eating into her body was getting even louder; A hellish cacophony of her own death, a dirge of a life wasted to be nothing more than soft pudge adorning this already fat glutton. Joanna wasn't even paying her any mind, utterly ignoring the agonized shrieks and terrified yells for help, even as they bubbled and were choked out by the acids that spilled into the poor girl's mouth, liquifying her tongue and searing her throat raw. More of her body was starting to come apart, the walls crushing in, snapping bone, pulling away entire chunks of muscle as the connective tissue binding it all to her bones and each other came apart in a messy slurry. Joanna let out a deep, wet buuurrrooorrp , robbing Kristy of yet more precious air, not that she could really breath with her lungs steadily being eaten away by the acidic air and the slime seeping into her thoracic cavity. This was it for Kristy, a forgotten meal for a cruel, dispassionate predator. She'd be nothing more than a few inches on Joanna's waist that she'll struggle to remember when she wakes up hung over tomorrow. What little life she had left was starting to fade away, the walls squeezing down and sliding her completely under the sea of bubbling slop, robbing her of any chance of escape... Bllrp~

Joanna Marshall had unfortunately timed her belch right as Lillian turned her face, the girl getting a rush of hot, steamy air washing over her, a few globs of slimy drool splattering onto her cheeks and chin. The dog snorts and bursts into laughter, her hand raising to wipe away the errant drool. "Sorry about that." She slurrs, the overbearing pooch really leaning into the poor girl now, her weight pressing against Lillian. "Nice ta meet you though! Im Jo...work as the uh...." She blinks and scrunches up her face for a moment. "Warden! Warden, usually." The dog's stomach was really working overtime now, bubbling and churning heavily.

Lillian wrinkled her nose a bit, bringing up a hand to help clear the muggy air away. Some of her bangs dangle heavily with droplets of dog drool. As Joanna leaned forward, Lillian let out a meeker squeak than she hoped. She feels the packed stomach sink in against her lap, any final squirms like minor pressure on her front as she tries to catch the dog lest she be bowled over completely. Listening to the cacophony playing out at a closer distance, her body tenses, but she smiles again. Conversation means friend, right? "The pleasure is mine, I assure you." A glint of relief dances in her eyes at the title of warden. "Oh, so then..." She pats at the dog's stomach. "Was this a prisoner?" Her fingers splay, sinking into the burbling mess beneath the pliant layer of fat.

Joanna Marshall hiccups softly, her hand dropping from Lillian's face to her shoulder with a soft thud. She rolls her shoulders a bit. "Mmm, sorta." Her stomach bubbles and glorps heavily as it works over her 'prisoner'...or prisoners, judging by the size...It's wonderfully soft and warm, the soft fur accenting the squish and slosh of the belly perfectly. "Well, they were really just snacks." She leans in a bit closer, her harsh, alcohol tinged breath filling the space between her and Lillian. "I like to eat humans, ya know? Smooth and tasty..." The grip on Lillian's shoulder gets tighter as her other hand raises up to grab the other one.

You fidget around inside of Joanna Marshall's stomach.

Kristy Martinez felt like many things could go at any moment now, and likely all at once. Whether she suffocated to death, whether she was dissolved and digested away first, whether more pain would revolve around her and help her spend her last moment in utter agony, or whether she'd break apart and be given the mercy of a quick death, it was still remained to be seen. But not long would Kristy have to wait. Screaming was now a chore, soon which became impossible as she couldn't even get in a full lung of air any more. Acrid carbon dioxide was all she was being greeted with now, no eyes left to cry with even if her body produced salt and moisture for tears, that never made it to her skull. As she pushes out hard against the bump of Lillian pushing down against her, Kristy was begging screaming, for the fellow crewmate to notice her, to get help, to save her from this nightmare. Just as she did however, Joanna's stomach clenched down, and broke that hand off, causing the Latina to slip, as more of her body was digested from the inside and the outside. Liquifying her from the inside, those acids had their way with the hapless, helpless, once gorgeous, Latina.

You squirm inside of Joanna Marshall's stomach , making it wobble around.

Kristy Martinez ...Who was by now not even recognizable. Her hair having already thinned, soon ripped or melted the rest of the way off, that once gorgeous raven lock of long beautiful natures, soon GONE, and all because Joanna was too big of a fucken glut, to care about anything, besides or else, apart from her ravenous, insatiable nature. How could she be hungry again? One had died, she, was on the brink of death. A coffin, now inside, Joanna's stomach, her belches, her movements with this other human, nailing in each proverbial nail, cementing her fate and erasing her as a person. Dunked undo that vat of hellish corrosive digestive guck, she was muffled entirely, until her lungs were gone. She had seconds left at life. Squirming violently, twisting, squishing about, finally, her body snapped in half, a few more damning twitching moving the poor Latina in her death throws, and the flawless body she once held, was soon nothing more than a mangled mess, in need of being turned into nothing but more chyme and digested meat. Finally, suddenly, abruptly, Joanna's stomach went still, silent... having robbed the girl of her life, forever. Kristy hadn't planned to start her shift in such a way, but regardless, Jo would make sure that this, was how it all ended for the once human female.

Joanna Marshall's stomach begins gushing your remains through their system, adding some extra weight to Joanna Marshall's rump.