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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 is so morbidly obese, you wonder how she can even stand, let alone waddle around the station. She can't get any fatter without being immobilized.

Joanna Marshall's huge fuzzy stomach churns and glorps loudly, echoing off the bulkheads. She notices your stare and shoots you a dismissive glare, rolling her eyes as she passes. The faint writhing in her stomach makes the orb wobble gently.

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(Art work!: https://imgur.com/a/A3pTALm )
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Holy heck Joanna has gotten fat! Her small height at only 5' 2" makes her look more stacked. She has a full, wobbling bust that fills out her tanktop a bit too much. She looks thick, plush, and chubby, and is covered from head to toe with soft, fluffy fur. The soft layer of pudge that covers her body softens the muscle definition to such a degree that you cant even see it! She has wider hips, and a soft, round rump. Her fat potbelly sags over her beltline a slightly, wobbling with each step and poking out from under her stretched top that hugs every inch of her wide torso and lovehandles. This is one pudgy pooch.

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.

A small tuft of floof presses out just below her collarbone at the upper center of her chest. Her fur is short, but exceptionally fluffy, giving her figure a little more softness. She's grey all over, save for her chest and stomach, the white fur starting just between her chest and going all the way down to her groin. Sticking out just above her rump is a short, grey tail that looks just as fluffy as the rest of her body. When her tail wags she sways her hips along with it.

She seems to have collected quite the stubborn bit of belly and hip pudge! No matter how much she works, theres always a little swell of a potbelly and her hips are nice and soft. Her chest has finally seemed to have developed too. She hasnt seemed to have gotten the memo that she needs to buy new bras for her permanently larger bust.

Her rump has gotten quite thick recently! Each cheek fills out her jumpsuit or jeans very well, the fabric straining slightly against the swell of that tush. They wobble gently with every step. Her thighs have grown quite plump as well, rubbing together slightly as she walks. No matter how much weight she loses, she cant seem to work it off!

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.

Message from Joanna Marshall (Off-duty Officer), "Yeah right? Well hey, the kitchen is open now if you want to learn some stuff. I know a bit of cooking." ( Reply )

Joanna Marshall says, "Hop over the counter, you goober."

Joanna Marshall snorts a small laugh.

Matthew Simplits says, "Heh sorry."

Joanna Marshall polishes off a big slice of pizza, the bulge of masticated food sliding down her throat slowly. She licked her greasy chops, smiling at Matt. "Heya. Well, kitchen is all ours. Ben's taking a break..." She gives her stomach a few pats. "A permanent transfer, actually." She snorts, a wry grin spreading across her face. Even through all the fat, the faint outlines of someone curled up inside her pressed out. The dog huffed and motioned towards the kitchen. "Well! Lets make something, eh?"

Matthew Simplits watches, impressed at how the dog girl can simply take in, wolf down and swallow whole an entire piece of pizza, without hardly even needing to chew. The intern simply blushes a bit, Joanna might notice him focusing on the woman's mouth and face, for a little bit longer than was normal. The shape in her gut, much, looked like a person, more than a thing, but he wasn't sure if it was wise to comment on a thing. After all, the intern was here to work and learn. He gives a soft gulp, "Oh I see... um. Okay. I'm thinking we should make something," Matt agreed nodding his head.

Joanna Marshall claps her hands together, "Right! In you go, chop chop!" She practically bumps her gut against Matt to get him into the kitchen, waddling in behind him. A steadily growing cacophony of gurgles and glorps boom from that fat stomach, the faint shifting within making it gush and slllrrsshhh , the muscles steadily contracting around its occupant. The dog's cheeks puff out as she stifles a belch. " Bwwwrrrpppf~ Sorry..." She snorted, sticking out her tongue, taking a few looks around the kitchen. "Well, what do you want to learn? I can make a pretty good burger."

Matthew Simplits oofs, as he soon finds himself surrounded on his backside by a Joanna gut, not even giving him a chance to follow her as she'd come in from her angle, the bump strong enough to nearly send him flying, and over his feet, to crack his head on the counter, barely catching himself before that happened, mostly catching himself with his hands. "O-okay..." Matt huffed lightly. God, what a big girl Joanna was. The dog's gut seemed to be pretty active, making all manner of noises, who dared to contemplate what was happening inside of her right now. With that belch, Matt felt the air pressure of it, blow heavily into his face, leaving the scent of what she ate, wafting there for a time. "Oh... it's, it's okay..." he huffed again, woah, such a hungry, piggy gal. "Oh. A burger seems like just as good of a place as any, to learn. T-teach me everything you know about food," Matt offered. Just watching.

Joanna Marshall hit the shutter switch as she waddled in, seeing the boy who nearly wiped out from her little shove! Oh it wasn't that bad...he was just clumsy. It's a good thing he didn't bonk his head. She wouldn't want him to forget this little lesson in food he was about to get. "Yeah...burgers are pretty good..." She closed the gap between them, pressing that massive, fuzzy stomach against Matt, pinning him between it and the vender behind him. He can feel the food within churning around...and struggling. God she really ate someone! Her lips part as a deep, bassy "Bhhhoooorrrruuuup!" steamed out, saliva splattering onto Matthew's face, the stench of digesting meat and dog-breath lingering in the air. "Your first...and last lesson, is that you're food." She leans in and gives him a big, slobbery lick, still pinning him with her gut, his shoulders firmly in her grasp, nails digging into the skin just enough to draw a trickle of blood. That fat, slimy tongue drags a thick trail of saliva...and then hooks under his chin. Her jaws were yawned right in front of him, his entire view was taken up by the horrible vista of Joanna's pink, dripping maw. All that gross, goopy saliva dangled from the roof of her mouth, her teeth, webbing to her tongue, lazily breezing towards him as a muggy sigh slipped out, the back of her throat shuddering with a faint squelch. Oh god! Was he next?! Did he just wander into this monster's lair willingly?!

Joanna Marshall has grabbed Matthew Simplits passively!

Joanna Marshall has grabbed Matthew Simplits aggressively (now hands)!

Matthew Simplits came into the kitchen, completely thinking he was simply going to go and learn something new at this place called VORE station. The intern was very inexperienced and didn't know things well. Prepared to learn just about anything, from anyone, but it appeared what Joanna would really have to teach him, wasn't what she had first told him, and was apparently, something that was very scary! The eighteen year old was new to a great many things, certainly deception and very hungry predators, being amongst that list. The greatest lesson of all most likely, never trust a stranger, or be deceived by the cover of a book. The poor man having been so distracted by being asked by Benji, to help him work plants in the garden in hydro, he'd forgotten all about getting an implant, or even a basic scan. Matt had forgotten to visit medical AT ALL. As the dog girl squished against him, pinning him up against the cookers and over range on the side of the machine, Matt grunted as she took the wind out of his lungs, as she was squishing him simply, easily, merely by pushing her fat body against his smaller own. Able to control him on such a basic level, god help him if she were really trying to keep him stayed! Matt grimaced, wincing as the fat dog girl belched in his face. Spittal, saliva, spitt, drool, and disgusting other unmentionables, splashed all over his neck and face, some of it getting into his eyes. 'First and last lesson'? What the fuck was she talking about? 'Food'? How could that be? Matt was a person! Matt made a very disgusted face as the fat dog girl licked him as if he were some kind of a treat, trying to squirm away from her, but was only dealt with by Joanna grasping him by the shoulders, drawing enough blood with her claws, to make him scream, and the yawning of her jaws, so very close to his head! Disgusting was the woman's mouth, laced with bad breath, death and other unnamed stench. Beyond disgusted, Matty boy was terrified now!

Joanna Marshall was definitely about to give Matt a lesson in trust, and how he should definitely be much more cautious in the future. But there won't be a future. This was it for him. This was his one chance to live, to enjoy a long and fulfilling life, and it was wasted. Screaming into her mouth wasn't doing anything but stroking Joanna's murderous sadism, her gut shuddering against his body as more of the dragon trapped inside started to fall about. A dragon...an apex predator, a monster of yore, getting reduced to nothing but gut slop by this dog. Really, Matt couldn't have trusted someone worse than this gluttonous murderer. Joanna's grip tightened, her claws digging deeper, keeping him nice and snug as her jaws came around his face and head with an almost cute 'Ahhhhn~' But Joanna was anything but cute. The fat, wobbling gut of hers churned as it worked to snuff out another life, his soon to be added to that growing list...and her growing waistline. Plunged into the disgusting, stinking darkness of her mouth, all he could sense was the heat and humidity, her tongue sliding across his face, the viscous drool that clung to his skin and matted into his hair. It really was awful, and the stench. God, her breath was heavy with the smell of death and digestion, getting worse as she HOMPHED over his shoulders, her teeth pressing in just hard enough to pierce his skin. Her hands moved down from his shoulders, gripping his arms as his head squeezed into her slimy gullet, the crushing tightness of her throat rippling againt his face. She shuffled back, having to awkwardly bend Matt over her stomach and to get a straighter shot down her throat, lips around his shoulders. It wasn't looking good for the trapped young man, steadily being devoured by this fat pooch! Good odds he'd never see his friends again, his family...no, he was dog food now~

Joanna Marshall is attempting to shove Matthew Simplits into their maw!

Joanna Marshall manages to shove Matthew Simplits into their maw!

Its dark and wet inside Jo's mouth. Her tongue relentlessly lashes over your body, matting hair with saliva. Rumbling moans echo around your head as she savours your delicious taste and texture. Her lips vibrate around your body as you sink deeper into her throat. The harsh scent of doggy breath fills your nostrils. The rows of sharp canines scrape against your skin the further you slide down, threatening to pierce the skin. As you slide in, cables of saliva drape across your face, more of the viscous drool smearing down your neck as you slowly sink deeper towards the twitching gullet.

Joanna Marshall grasps Matthew Simplits tightly, preventing them from wriggling out of their mouth!

Matthew Simplits didn't have to wait long for the question of if, and really, the question of when. Joanna had tricked him, Joanna was forcing the terrified male to look into her mouth as she neared him, even bringing him towards it as she pulled into him, and as her head bent forward. It wasn't if now, as Matt soon found his head being wedged just underneath Joanna's sharp teeth, that waved tongue just beneath his chin, sparing him from being speared, but what would be the worst fate? To be chewed to pieces in a matter of moments, or to be swallowed alive, so the fat bitch could let him suffer until he passed away, much longer than a quick kibble? The answer of when, quickly enough given by the dog girl as she homphed over his face, squishing his head against her tongue, then against the back of her throat, eyes forced to peek over that draw bridge as the moat was the only thing left to greet him, the intern would soon be forced to splash into that crocodile filled levy, as the pirates made him walk the plank! With her first horrible, terrifying, and disgusting swallow, Matt found his head in the bitch's throat, while his shoulders with that followed up hommmph, had left his arms to be trapped to his sides, screaming once again in Jo's mouth and neck as she was squishing him so hard, he was wondering if she'd break a bone, before she even got all of him inside.... 'All of me inside?' Matt panicked as he thought. How she'd even made it this far, was troubling him, but knowing she'd made this progress, left him with little doubt, she could devour him whole and alive. Something like this shouldn't even be possible. Matt wasn't THAT much smaller than her. And here Joanna was, just fucking EATING him, as if he were some kind of delicious doggy snack. Would this fat graveyard ever quit? Or was she like that grim reaper, only manifest in the flesh, to steal away every life and soul of the remaining crewmembers onboard VORE station?

Your wriggling does little but make that tongue have an easier time coating various parts of your body!

Joanna Marshall greedily starts to slide her lips further over Matt's shoulders, his head crushed tight into her slimy, stinking throat. All that clinging mucus squished and gushed against his face, his nose crushed flat by the rippling walls, the pressure building every time they came down with a wave of muscle, the squelching GLRK filling his ears as the dog greedily stuffs her face...and her gut. He was cute, friendly...and totally fucked . It was cute that people were calling for him over the radio, trying to hang out with him to talk to him. His friends, no doubt. Maybe they should take the dive down her gullet too? After all...it'd be cruel to keep his friends from him. Might as well! Hell, at this rate, she's going to waddle off the station one day and leave it abandonded, every soul padding her fat body or festering in the sewers~ But for now, it was just Matt. This was the end of his tale, sliding down her throat like so much food, his chest steadily getting crushed into that squelching, shifting throat. Drool bubbled and oozed from between her stretched lips as she crammed more of the poor human into her mouth, his feet slowly leaving the ground as he was dragged over the softening swell of her belly, feeling the dragon within dying and turning into mush. If she could digest someone like Ben, what chance did he have?! He was so screwed! As her lips started to come over his stomach, her hands gripped his hips, tilting back her head and hoisting him from the ground completely. She was struggling to keep her balance, smushing her round, bubbling stomach against the machine in front of her, further hastening Ben's demise into sludge. Matt's face pressed against the cardiac sphincter, the heat welling up from below so intense that it made his skin itch, the stench of digesting meat already heavy in the back of his throat. God, this was really it. She was really eating him alive! All she had to do now was slurp his hips and legs between her fat, drooling lips, and he was gone~

Matthew Simplits wouldn't know, as it hadn't registered in his mind yet, he'd never be hearing any of his friend's voices, or seeing any of them again on the station, or anyone, or anything, for that matter. Lei's voice had been there, Azura's, even some of the chain of command he'd recognized. Someone even telling the group as a whole, to set their suit sensors, so just in case of an emergency, they could come to the crew person's aid. The poor lug hadn't even remembered to do that, Ben asking so much of him, from the start, the intern forced to slave away in the botany station, for over an hour, only to slave away, abruptly, as nothing more than Jo's food. She was insufferable, the fat bitch hadn't even finished with her prior meal, and here she was, devouring Matt, as if the poor dragon hadn't even registered as a piece of anything, not even a snack. She could have picked anyone. Literally anyone else on the station, right the fuck now, who was older than Matt. It was likely Matt was the only virgin that had been in between the cooridor walls, and now, that same virgin, was being squished forcefully, crushingly, down the dog girl's tight throat. A violent scream could be heard as Matt's largest portion entered into Joanna's too-skinny-of-a-throat, a few of the young boy's ribs cracked as a result, and part of Matt's pelvic bone, on his left side, leaving him to twitch in pain and flex up, only breaking another part of his abdominal area, a part he didn't know which was, but one that still snapped, one Joanna likely could give a fuck less about, as she simply wolfed this boy down. He was no real object of challenge, indeed, a half-pint, as far as humans even went. A young boy, an adult by extension of age alone. And here, Jo was happily killing him, as if she couldn't be happier to be the one to end his life, forever. Not even batting an eye lash as her rough treatment was drawing blood, breaking bones, and taking the very breath out of his LUNGS!

Joanna Marshall honestly didn't feel anything about ending this human's life. About eating and murdering this young boy who had just reached the cusp of adulthood. Why should she? She didn't care about him. She didn't care about his life, or any of it. He was just food. Meat. She just wanted to stuff her gut like the glutton she was. It's not her problem that he didn't get a backup, or that he didn't bother trying to tell someone where he'd be, or any of it. And his sensors? Well, it was far too late for that. No, he entered this kitchen with the dog never to return, another life snuffed out for good, packed onto her hips after that agonizing trip down her crushing, squeezing gullet. The rippling walls of her throat caused a few more bones to break, and his shoulder to dislocate. She can feel her food shifting inside her throat, getting battered, broken. His head pushed through the slimy ring of muscle into her stomach, greeted by the stench of Ben's digested body, the bones and half-intact corpse still stewing at the bottom, a disgusting testament to the lethality of Joanna's gut. It was nice and round now, soft and squishy, though slightly firm from the sheer volume of food packed inside. Delicious~ He was going to make her so nice and fat, and Matt was just a delicious little dessert to pad on a few extra pounds.

Joanna Marshall Honestly, Matt might have been lucky if he was killed in the dog's throat rather than in her stomach, crushed and broken, spilling into that disgusting, sloshing mess of dragon-meat, his skin starting to itch and burn, flushing red with acids burns, blistering and cracking. Just a pair of twitching legs jutted from her jaws now, and nothing more. This was it. Her head tilted back, her throat opened, and with an almost bored slllrrrrpp , he was being dragged down completely, packed into her stomach, half buried in mush and meat, bones stabbing into his body, the walls crushing tightly around his form. The bulge in her throat hovered for only a moment before she gulped, dragging it down and out of sight. Her head dropped down, her eyes crossing slightly as she let out a steamy, satisfied sigh " Pwahh~ Delicious..." Her fat tongue ran across her lips, hands patting that enormous, bulging swell resting heavily upon her thighs. Nice and full now~ She turned and hit the shutters, ready to carry on with her day as her meals break down and die in her stomach~ Gwrrgglll~ The incredible heat was bearing down on the trapped human, the sting and burn, the foul air. Truly, there was no worse way to go than to die alone and terrified in that dark, stinking hell.

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

Squeezed into an undulating, clenching throat, you're slowly being dragged downwards towards the grumbling stomach below. The pressure around your torso is intense, the relentless peristaltic movement makes your bones ache and strain as you're dragged further down the tube. Throat slime and saliva ease your decent somewhat, clinging to your body. As you descend, the harsh, acrid scent grows more intense, assaulting your senses with a mixture of meat, acids, and a sharp stabbing sensation to the sensitive membranes. The booming thud of the dog's heart fills your ears, the rush of blood through her body, and the growing rumble of the stomach.

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

Joanna's stomach is hot and oppressively humid, the acrid air stinging your eyes and nostrils, each gulp of air burning your throat. Acidic juices drip from above you and run down the soft, plaible walls that churn around you. You find yourself crammed in a stomach full of chewed up food and half digested meals. While it takes the edge off the acids nipping at your skin, it certainly doesnt make your stay any more pleasant. The writhing walls undulate against you, churning around you and coating you with a thorough layer of chyme and digestive enzymes. You can hear the faint rush of air in and out of Jo's lungs, the drumming of her heart, and the churning of the stomach around you. The walls squeeze you tight, giving you barely any room to really squirm. Even through the layers of pudge, you can feel Joanna's hands kneading and squeezing your body.

Matthew Simplits was screaming at the top of his lungs, a good portion of the noise, coming from his pain, but also, a large majority of it could be attuned to the fear he felt at her unthinkable cruelty, his unfathomable despair, the very fact a woman whom he'd trusted with his life, could do THIS to him! And in a matter of an alarming, fast pace to top it off! Matt wasn't even a proper meal for this gargantuan glut. This insatiable mass of fur and fat, in the guise of a beautiful dog. This serial killer in the enchanting suit of an adorable fat canine, wagging her tail, and making herself, only a time from this past, look like she was some kind of an innocent chef, after Matt was all but taken care of. All of Joanna's cruel words, floating his mind, echoing like a searing blade of heat, or a cattle brand as it stabbed shooting pain into his soul, disallowing him to forget every exchange they had. Joanna hadn't only tricked him, she wasn't just some ravenous bitch, she KNEW full well, what she was doing, and she was FUCKING HAPPY about it. In more or less words, Jo had basically told the boy he was lunch, and to add insult to injury, she'd trapped, told him what he was to her, and had taunted him by her words of lessons. Someone had already been cooking alive inside of her, only an hour before this, and was now, nothing more than stewing mess, once Matt's head entered Joanna's stomach through her upper stomach sphincter. Joanna wasn't any more of a fucking cook than a microwave! The only COOKING she had done, and would do, would be to end two innocent people's lives, over the corse of a mere few hours. Matt kicked, Matt struggled with all of his might, but Joanna's stomach muscles, esophageal muscles and neck muscles ALONE, were strong enough to keep him in check. A mere sluuuuuuuuuuuurp even, was enough to force those feet of his in between her lips, shoes and all. A literal intern, with all of their attire on, armed to the teeth, to do their job, and only moments later, those same feet, that had worked Matt exhausted, were given that final, fateful, FATAL, life stealing swallow, as Jo finished the poor human off, once and for all. More screaming, more carrying on happening, as Matt was shattered bit by bit, as the prior victim's body, stabbed, cracked and crushed into his, as he was forced to compact in and against it. A cruel fate to be crushed in Joanna's throat, no doubt, but to end up here, was a FAR worse fate. And though that within and of itself was incouragable, what made it worst of all, was Joanna knew about it, from start to finish. And Matt knew, the bitch, loved every second of it. Talking about him, just his taste now, as if he were an already done deal. Mocking his flavor, patting her gut and moving on with her fucking life, as if she'd already erased his. Though, was it not far from the truth? Hadn't Joanna just fucking eaten him alive? Several bones were breaking and cracking from within, her unsteady movements, with having so much heavy weight against her thighs, tossed and turned the fetal Matthew, as acids pushed into his lungs, as the crushing weight around him, forced him soft and more broken with the passing moment, as the acids burned his eyes out, and melted flesh off, layer after layer, Matt's clothing having already seared off at the over active stomach's aggression and highly potent acids, in less than minutes. The boy's lungs now nearly full of acids, no air was left in the fucker's stomach, not that it mattered any more any way, but the idea of it, Jo even adding yet more injury in more unthinkable ways, she didn't even care if he could breathe. Finally Matt's head sunk under, as his body was nearly torn in half, gurgling for mercy, begging in glorps, as the only sounds he could make were death. Jo not even flinching it seemed, the moment Matt's body went still. A young man come, a young man gone. A woman had brought him into this world, and a woman had taken him back out of it. Joanna had devoured Matt's past, the bitch had digested his present, and the cruel dog girl, had, without a doubt or a pause, gladly, ended his future. What more did Matt's remains have left to look forward to? What more could Joanna take away from Matt, than removing his person from existence, to cease him, to make him have utter cessation, forever? Unknown to Matt, as he'd kicked and carried on, his wallet had fallen out. A picture of his mom and dad, their phone number and their address, falling to the floor. The deceased Matt not knowing now, but that he'd likely sentenced his parent's to the exact same fate as he'd so recently been subdued!

Joanna Marshall huffs softly, her stomach shifting a bit and rounding out. "Hmmph...I gotta excuse myself Vega, sorry. Thanks for the chat! If you're still around I'll be sure to come give you a big smooch." She teases, sticking out her tongue. The bloated dog starts to slowly shuffle her way over the countertop with all the grace of a trainwreck, walking over to the human and giving her a big, squeezing hug. Joanna catches a few wiffs of Vega's shampoo, enjoying the feeling of her body heat. Something clearly races through her mind for a moment...but more pressing matters were at hand! "Back in a bit! Stay pretty." She finger-guns and makes her way down towards the bar.

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

Joanna Marshall waddles her fat ass over to the bathroom, feeling that all too familiar pressure knocking at her backdoor. Its been long enough for sure, her guts working overtime to start pumping the two she ate through her system, sliding through her twisting and turning digestive tract, every ounce of nutrients they could provide extracted out to fuel this murderous beast. Her massive gut pressed heavily on her thighs, sloshing and swaying side to side with each slow, ponderous step, legs pressing into the swell. That used to be two people, two hard working, loved, living people. All gone now. They were food. They were dead, just a mass of sludge and slop, meat and bones, sinking through the dog's intestines and being turned into a huge dump. She hiked up her skirt, that fat wobbling ass swaying side to side slightly as she worked down her underwear. Flicking her tail up, Joanna took a seat on her throne, hands resting on her bloated stomach, the squelching glrts and bbling glllrrnns filling the stall as still more gas and sludge snakes through her guts! She'd probably have to go again later, but she was already desperate for some relief. Honestly, it was probably some of the five she ate earlier today, still sinking through her guts and now getting packed in her colon, waiting their turn to get shat out into the toilet like they deserve. Joanna took out her PDA and fished out the wallet she snagged from the boy she just ate. Phone numbers...names. Wow, it was just too easy~ And they looked delicious. Joanna snickered, sending a message to the mother.

Joanna Marshall "Hello Mrs. Simplits! I'm Joanna Marshall, a coworker with your son. I just wanted to say you have one of the best sons a mother could ask for. Knowing him as been such a pleasure and fulfilling. He's feeling a bit in the dumps though and was wondering if you'd come visit! I figured it'd be nice if it were a surprise. We'll throw a little party at my place! Here's my address. Can't wait to see you." She hit send just as her pucker twitched and started to open. Her head slumped forward a bit, eyes crossing as she felt the first huge, stinking, bone-flecked log start to slide out her ass. That huge brown turd splashes into the toilet, curling up around itself as yet more of the dragon, the human...as well as whoever Joanna ate this morning, started to pile atop one another. God this was just...amazing~ She fucking loved this, and she knew it. There was just something thrilling about that final push, really cementing the death of her meals, the fact that they're just food in her gut, meat in her stomach, and now a huge pile of stinking shit. God if it weren't for the gut blocking her reach, she'd totally be trying to crank one out right now, her fat dick pressed against the underside of her stomach, twitching and throbbing with delight, drooling precum against the underbelly of her...belly. The first log was pinched off, the dog reaching back to flush, sending it down into the system septic tank. Joanna's PDA notified. From Matt's mom. She seemed delighted to come and meet some of his friends, his father also wanting to come along and praise Joanna for being so thoughtful. She smirked, eyes rolling back as Matt's skull was pushed out her asshole, cracked, waist filling the sockets, the thing falling into yet more festering brown shit.

Joanna Marshall Joanna finally felt some relief come...till it was Ben's turn to get out . He'd been sinking through her guts for a bit longer than Matt, more of his bones getting pushed out into the bowl, as well as some scraps from his clothes. She had to flush again, more of that disgusting mess sliding into the sewer system, never to be seen again. Joanna was almost squirming on the seat, the last few small logs spashing down into the toilet. She panted softly, covering her nose with one hand and grabbing some toilet paper with the other, cleaning herself up.Finally, she stood and turned around, relieving herself of the liquid waste, that yellow steam splashing atop the piles of shit and bones. She reached over, hit the flush, and huffed, feeling all sorts of worked up. Maybe she'd just have to see if Matt's mom could help with that...she was rather pretty... The dog's gut churned and bubbled, still working on what was left of the two, though it was noticibly smaller. Her wide, soft hips were a bit softer, her ass much more filled out, and her belly seemed a bit squishier too~ Nice additions to be sure. She turned, walking out of the bathroom, not even bothering to flush, leaving the remains of her meals still festering in the toilet. Hopefully no one has the displeasure to find it...

Joanna Marshall drums her fingers on her stomach, feeling much more comfortable than before. "Wonder who's for dessert..." She muttered, Joanna wandering out of the bathroom, both Matt and Ben nothing more than fleeting memories, and fat on her wide frame~