/me slowly rotates her shoulders, the heavy set feral slowly padding her way into the bathroom tail twitching and flicking behind her as the usual buffet of sour and earthy smells that permeated the room blasted over her nose, and the sounds of a few guests disposing of their business echoed off somewhere in the backroom, her jaw clicking lightly as she stalked her way past the various stalls, settling on one of the empty shower stalls instead of the toilets first and foremost. The large feral hips dropped down slowly, her eyes closing as she took a deep breath, muscles rippling and flexing as her body relaxed, but rather then relieving herself, she was releasing a passenger who'd hitched on for, well, quite the extended stay all said and done. Phoebe, the all too familiar cow masseuse who had vanished for about a week slipping slowly from her mound, her teeth gritting a bit at the horns catching briefly over the silky flesh, but all the same he managed to slip from the tight confines of her body, inch by steady inch, covered in a thick layer of feminine slime that had long since soaked good and heavy into the soft pelt of the cow, and possibly left it quite a bit softer than usual, the heavy scent of peppermint all but melted into his hide at this point. Her hips wiggling to help her passenger slip from her body onto the floor of the shower, and while he was sleeping this did nothing to stop her, carefully adjusting him once he hit the ground and slipping herself forward with carefully measured steps. Each step allowing him to end up laying out on the ground prim and proper. Her hips giving a little wiggle once the cow had managed to slip down to his belly from her hips, her head canting back, staring up at the roof with a deep teal blush spreading over those pale white cheeks of hers, the strong muscles clenching and twitching with growing arousal, threatening to draw the Bovine back into their silky grip, it w as only with a deep bit of will and force on her part that she managed to continue to push Phoebe from the heat of her snatch. Once he was fully laying upon the floor of the large shower, one she'd picked to suit the size of larger Ferals instead of bipeds, she'd carefully turn herself around, forepaws hefting the sleeping Bovine up and settling him back against the wall proper, half tempted to set herself behind him and let him sleep like that, instead, she'd click on the water, allowing it to rush over his body. Settled with his positioning with a nod of her head, she'd stand herself up, taking a long breath and a wiggle of her hips given."Well, that's one passenger let out of the bus. "She'd jest with herself, a sly smile playing over her features, followed by a hefty chuckle as she adjusted herself once more. Her eyes closing as her body changed from its Feral form, bones shifting back into place as mass condensed down into her usual bipedal shape, her teeth grit at the feeling of everything slowly cracking and popping its way back into their proper places upon her anatomy, and slowly rolling her head, listening to the bones crack and pop once they settled themselves into place, her toes lifting and slowly rising, listening to the heavy rumble of her weight against the porcelain of the shower. After a moment she'd open her eyes again, drawing a finger lazily through the air, and cutting the fabric of reality itself with the tip of a claw, drawing her belt from hammer space and hooking it around her hips, no clothes, just her glasses came with the physics defying belt, and a set of headphones. "Guess I should let out the other passengers, hmm? "She'd chuckle, looking to the sleeping Bovine, not that he had any answer to give her. Kneeling down to place some plugs in his ear, and then stepping from the shower, curtain closed behind her with the rattle of metal clips against the wall.

/me turned for only a brief glance back at Phoebe's general direction, taking in a moment to pause and think, would he be safe where she left him? Ah, probably, it's not like many people fucked with the sleepers, after all, she half pondered if some freaky supernatural entity simply exploded those who dare try something so callous. But, well, those thoughts were quickly interrupted, as she had far more important matters and urges to tend to, not that she was in any hurry to tend to them, her body just bursting with energy and noticably heavier than it had been, a good amount of fat had been accumulated from her binging feast, heavier breasts had gone up a full cup size, ass and stomach rounded out more, thighs thick enough that they could give Chun-Li a run for her money when it came down to it. The Feline plucking her headphones from the air after a brief toss, and plugging them into her ears to drown out the simpering of someone who'd eaten a particularly spicy meal, feet twisting and bouncing against the ground with heavy thundering thuds of noise as even with her belt she was still quite weighty, shoulders bobbing in time with the bassy beat pounding away at her ears, strolling along the stalls with her ass flicking and wiggling behind her." [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSgT-odLFjQ]Now hear me roar, I'm an Apex Predator[/url], From the sycamores, let's get Skeletor, Watch and learn, watch and learn, get that thang crankin' baby, slash slash burn "She'd rumble out to the song, giving an exaggerated wave of her hips at the mention of being an Apex predator. Those deep Jades of hers flashed from Stall to Stall as she strolled along, occasionally booting one open with a good resounding thud, and even pausing at a brief interlude of spotting someone inside the stalls who happened to be having an intimate moment with his hand, her head slowly craning to the side, but she continued along all the same, looking around until she settled on one of the less private stalls, not that she had a choice given what was comin'. Once more she'd boot open the door and stroll through the threshold of it, kick in time to the boom of the base."BOW! To the knees, yeah! Crank it like' a chainsaw~ "Her stomach, by this point, gave a heavy gurgle of protest to her antics, which got her to reach down and give the jiggly mass of fat, hide, and fur a firm slap, sending ripples through the fresh layer of fat while she made her way towards the Trough toilet. "No sass from you or I won't eat for two months. "Came the milky purr, hoping up onto the edge of the machine and kneeling down some, her toes digging into the porcelain to secure her grip, she'd seen a living toilet here not too long ago so she wasn't takin no chances on that one, squinting down into the clear water and giving it a testing kick to the mechanisms, not hard enough to break em, but enough that anythin' hidin would be given quite the nasty knock on the noggin. Only upon satisfaction that her toilet was [i]not[/i] going to try to eat her, and yes it had happened before, would she turn around and settle herself over the toilet proper. Her hips wiggling still in time to the beat, only to finally steady herself out and take a deep breath, a flick of her fingers changing the sound and a cringe given at the fresh whiff of the particular scents that regularly over-ran the room brushing over her sensitive sniffer once more, and even eliciting a gag from her lips if only for the briefest of moments.

/me grit her teeth after a moment of getting herself good and settled, her body curled a bit, legs showing a surprising display of flexibility as they curled up against her enlarged breasts, pushing into the squishy fat and eliciting an annoyed grunt from the Felines lips. Her hips lowered until roughly a foot off the water, and ears twitched and flicked, now came the most interesting part of what was going to come. That thick ring of anal flesh pulsated twice, the heavy ring slowly splitting with a few low whisps of noise, followed by a ripper of a fart that rattled out into the air, culminating into a low squeeaaak before the first hints of that thick log began to appear. Given she'd not bothered to strip her meals before ingesting for the most part, the heavy log bore traits of that, the first one an odd mix of coloration, coming out blue of all things, with thick bones stuck inside of it, after all she'd not just eaten one person for her first meal, but a meal stuffed Ermine. Her teeth flashing into a wide grin as that thick log slowly creeps forward, hitting the surface of the water with a wet plop, and starting to curl upon the bottom of the trough, thick bones mulched by her powerful stomach muscles, but not dissolved by the less than potent acids meant for meat, and not bone, showed quite clearly in the thick round wad of scat, mainly those of a Feline, a Lynx given the shape of a clearly defined skull that had popped out with a wet, squelchy shlorp of a noise, with just hints of the weasels own bone structure, having been mostly protected by the Mustelids body from being crushed, the bones came out finely polished, if tinged blue by whatever strange process that had dyed her scat that thick coloration. Soft hisses of gas rumbling from her anal ring as it slowly twitched and pulsated with that coiling turd, quite a bit to say the least, given the sheer mass the two had combined to make in her gut, but it was soon coming to an end, the thick log had slowly begun to change its coloration, transitioning from that thick blue color to a soft, and seemingly natural honey brown in its hue, growing a bit softer, and producing a much more detectable waft of stench then the prior coloration had, which oddly smelled of her usual scents. It was impossible to tell who, or what this particular being had been ,as no bone was detectable within the thick mess, not even hints of bone, whatever it had once been had been completely, utterly, and totally processed by the felines digestive system. Her stomach giving a deep gurgled churn of a growl as it worked out that thick mass that it'd been accumulating, and even eliciting a rumbling belch from the felines lips. That thick log, much like the former color continued to coil in one, long, sticky, stinky mass of scat atop its former companion of digestive demise, vague hints of what could only be assumed were clothes clinging to the end of it, and with an equally wet splort of a noise that thick log came to a splattering end atop its comrad, her head canting to the side at the sensation, then eeping softly, as what came next wasn't a fancy thick, sausage like log, but instead numerous small round droplets, her teeth gritting at the sensations of those numerous pellets popping free in rapid succession, splattering down on their prior companions in flush with wet, squelch plops of noise, as well as a bit of liquid from some that had passed through without being processed fully. Soft wet squelches of gas were quick to accentuate these rounded bunny-turds on their way to the toilet, her fur frizzing up as anal ring stretched out to accommodate the jawless frame of a bunnys skull that popped out at the end, along with a femur and hip that landed with a clunk of a noise atop the occupants skull. Her back arching a bit as she spread legs, taking a moment to change her song and reacclimatizes herself to the squat for the mass that was coming next.

/me took a deep breath once she'd settled herself, the next to come was that elder be damned horse that the Feline had fed her, oh, she made a point of getting that feline later, if just to make her feasting complete, it felt like cheating to let one escape her for good, after all. That thick ring twitched and pulsated slowly, and then let out another deep rumbling growl of gassy noise, and then split as the next thick log broke the surface, the heavy lump of scat came out a deep dark, chocolate brown in its coloration, and bore little smell, the thick keratin and muscles of the Equine had made this particular log come out much more solid, and got her face to go ten shades of screwy, probably worth a picture in and of itself for those who wished to die a gruesome death of taking the picture in the first place. The hooves of the Horse had survived mostly intact, as had most of his clothes, which were much more obvious compared to most of the mess that he had made, and quite the turd he made indeed, given the Equine had been nearly twice the Felines height, and was she ever paying for that particular meal, not that he thought ever in his life that she'd get him down all at once, but she'd managed. A sadistic little grin featuring over her face, displaying those teethy fangs of hers."Guess you weren't too big after all, eh stud? "came the taunting little purr, not that she'd even talked to him in his brief lifetime, her ear twitching at the song that came on next. But more important things to focus on, humming to herself along with the tune. "Momma said knock you out~ "Came the purred whisper carefully adjusting her hips as she continued to coil that thick stool ontop of its liquid rabbit prior, even having to slide herself along the trough some just due to the sheer mass of that particular log, and in an impressive feat, never once breaking the coil, but like all good things, so too would the Equine come to a proper end, laying in the thickening, browning water of the toilet. Her head canting back as she took a deep breath, only to eep at the liquidy rush of brown water splashing from her rump that came next, splattering down into the toilet with wet sloshes of sound, rushing into the thick basin and sending shivers up the felines lips, mostly undigested bones quickly following after with a series of wet, squelchy, popping noises. Another lynx. This one had somehow managed to avoid the bulk of her digestive system, at least, far as bones were concerned, and hell might even be identifiable. She took a moment once that thick rush of liquids was over to rest her burning anal ring, that was after all, quite a lot of shit, lowering herself down some with a hefty sigh of a noise. Her legs ached from squatting like that, the feline Never once liked the pose, and wasn't built to stay in it for too long, so took a moment to wipe her ass proper and slip from the trough, standing up and slowly stretching, even as her stomach gurgled in protest at not being allowed to dump its full contents all at once. Though she was quite quick to ignore this insistent protest, taking long moments, longer then she really should have, to stretch herself out proper, limbering herself up and getting the blood flowing back into her legs, and to her head, as it'd all rushed from it during that long squat. lazily playing with some buttons on her belt, which actually was what her Earbuds connected too, changing the song several times until settling on something she liked, and giving another long and heavy stretch, bending over and wiggling her ass at the air for no reason in particular to get good and limber once more.

/me settled herself once she was all good and stretched out, a pop of her neck given , before she climbed herself back up onto the toilet, pausing and turning herself around and peering at the murky, mudding waters, which had begun to shift colors into a sticky, somewhat slimy, and very thickly brown hue that was all too unmistakable into what it was exactly. She took a deep breath, firmly filling her lungs with air , and making sure to breath through her mouth as to avoid the thick pungent scent that was now rising up from under her body. Once more that tight ring slowly opened up, kissing and winking at the air, before a soft brrrp of fresh gas ripped from the relaxing sphincter, followed by another thick, squat, heavy honey brown log, far shorter than the others, but much thicker and bringing deep cringes to the felines features, her teeth gritting good and heavy, along with a deep hiss of noise."Jesus fucking Christ. "Came the low groan as she clenched her jaw shut with a heavy click of a noise ,grunting and straining in effort to pass that squat turd, particularly observant sorts might have been able to pluck out the sight of an Otter skull somewhere in that sticky mass, and of course, the clothes the otter had been wearing, the felines guts never digested clothing well, really. Soft shuddering hisses of pain and noise coming from her lips, that thick turd coming to its Apex at the center , and then shrinking back down again, wet squelches of noise rising from her tight sphincter as it worked its damndest to push that thick log from her body, but once it passed that center point, the thick turd slid out quicker, and easier as thick wide log slendered down."Remind me not to eat otters again, apparently, they don't sit well with my ass. "came the hiss of noise from her lips. She had to take several moments to calm her burning ass after that log fell free, splattering atop the rest with a flat squishing noise that ended up grossing out some of those who had just entered the area, and were unprepared for such noisees. Her lungs slowly pulsating, chest rising and falling in steady motions with breath. It was at this point, roughly halfway done with pushing out the bulk of her meals, and with her asshole on fire, that she'd take a break by relieving the other particular issue, her head craning back, an arm slid back to grip the flushing mechanism housing, while other came down to spread her labia out. Deep musky yellow streams of golden liquid splattered forth, so hot from the pressure and heat building inside of her body that steam was quite literally rising off that deep golden liquid, which splattered against the edge of the trough, and back down into that murky water. And it just seemed to go on for ages, and ages, continuing in a steady stream of tinkling water that one would easily be forgiven for someone mistaking as being a broken faucet by sound alone, her body had, after all, had to work through quite a lot of liquids, pushing her kidneys and liver to their upper limits just to process it all in time. But the feline never one complained about that, oh no ,, not one bit, she rather enjoyed that particular sensation, far more than she really should have, honestly, given the bulging in her sheath she might actually seem to enjoy relieving the front end, but had no real preference on the back. Her ears twitching at the steady sound of gushing liquids coming from her, which only made her have to go more, a viscous cycle that seemed to just continue on forever, minutes, really, but seemed like an eternity. And in this eternity she found solace, as her asshole had gotten plenty of time to calm from the burning that the ottershit had given it.

/me knew however, that this peaceful break of noise and golden rain was too end, as that deep stream trickled to its inevitable conclusion, a few stray blaps pushed free with some squeezing of her fattened gut. She actually looked, briefly, disappointed that it had come to an end, peering down at her shaft, which had peaked briefly from its protective sheath as if to say hello to her, even getting a soft chuckle from her lips."Yeah yeah, good morning to you too, fatty. "She'd rumble down to her dick, yep, she talked to her dick, cat was a grade a sociopath when it came down to brass tacks. Her stomach churned again, and gave a low, and heavy rumble of a noise, what came next came faster than she was expecting, a mess of brown, though one solid log, it was a mishmash matchup of bones from various different species that had been eaten in such rapid succession that one would never be able to make out just what all she had eaten all at once, this was most certainly during her feral binge, and coming up on the end of her eating spree, splattering down into the thick brown water of the toilet with wet sickly noises that sounded its arrival, and its end, coming out like an extra slimy eel, it was over quick and painlessly, especially compared to what had come last. Then came another thick turd, this one held that same thick brown as the equine, but came at a cost, a terrible, gut wrenching, stomach churning, retch inducing stench that coasted along with it, coaxing a gag of disgust from the felines lips at the stench, and turned her face just a tad shade of green in its effect. Those who dared brave the thick stench of that log could easily make out the features of a skunk skull, and within that, a squirrel skull, the squirrels features utterly and entirely warped, almost beyond recognition. But those too passed into that heavy basin, which had nearly filled by this point, despite being one of the larger ones, her eyes rolling back into her head as she gagged on the scent of her own shit, but at this point she just couldn't stop, because already another log had popped the gap between the last and her ass, much drier than the last, and once again completely unidentifiable in what it was once upon a time, but what really stood out about it , was that it was purple and boar the unmistakable scents of alcohol, curling mercifully over the rancid scent of skunk turd, smothering the smell in its own bouquet of alcoholic doom, though still rank, much more bearable then the last, the feline taking this moment to cough, gag, and gasp for mercy from the air itself, her lungs pulsating heavily, a whimpering noise elicited from her lips, and oh so carefully she'd slip herself down from the toilet, legs remaining spread good and wide. She'd use the bidet, but well, she had fur, so those things did more harm than good for her, instead, taking an inordinate amount of time to very carefully, and very precisely wipe herself down, making sure her rump was good and clean, and that none of the thick mess had made its way onto that pristine white fur of hers, probably using far more than was absolutely necessary, but to her this was a matter of utmost importance. Only once satisfied with this, and peering briefly back to well, a trough full of shit, did she finally flush the thing, only to pause as it churned, gurgled, and failed to flush the thick amounts of mass she had left within its industrial grip, having to repeatedly flush it a grand total of five times to get everything down, along with a slightly sheepish chuckle."Boy, I really pigged out. "She'd mumble to herself, before turning once it was all down and gone, and making her way out towards the front of the bathroom. She took an inordinate amount of time to wash her hands good and proper, scrubbing down her fur with a fine brush and checking herself in the mirror, frowning at her fattened features. "Ugh, I am gonna have to cut carbs like mad, look at you, you fat fuck. "She'd huff at herself, hefting her fattened breasts up."Great. Now I need a new bra, too, fuckin fun-der-ful. "

/me huffed again, playing with those hefty breasts of hers, she'd pause, shifting her gaze from left, too right after a moment, deciding well ,she'd cut out some of that weight. Her paw slipping down to stroke herself to arousal, and quickly working along her prick, head tilting forward and paw resting upon the sink as she stroked that throbbing icy blue spire in quick, rapid, pumping strokes that produced a lewd clapping of a noise, fapping, one might say, up until the point where she popped her top, depositing the five knuckle milked load into the basin of the sink and quickly washing it away, along with her paws once more. She took a step back, checking herself in the mirror one last time, wiggling her ass at the mirror, before stripping off her belt and headset once more, and with a flick of her wrist they vanished back into hammer space where they'd come, her head rolling on her shoulders as once more those bones shifted in place, low and heavy cracking and popping rumbling from her frame as she enlarged. Her features took on those distinctly feral traits once more, and carefully made hair laid out on her head proper and mane like once more, turning and strolling her way up towards the bar proper with a wiggle of her hips, feeling a good couple hundred pounds lighter, and with a light bounce in her step. Theres a brief pause, and a shifty look before she hits the door proper, carefully holding it closed with that broad head of hers and spreading hind legs, her face messes up one last time with a grunt of effort, that thick ring flexes twice, before one last ripper of gas passed from the tight sphincter of flesh, rumbling away for a good minute as she purged the last of it from her bowels, a particular foul smelling one, that floated just infront of the bathroom door, laying in wait as a trap for those who dare cross that chamber. Once satisfied with a wiggle of her hips, she pulled her head free of the door, and used a thick forpaw to pop it open, and slip herself back up into the club, looking quite satisfied all said and done.