Wireless Fuzz walked around the house, rump wrapped happily in a plastic diaper as she set about filling it. The rear sagging as its insides sloshed, the water weight of Grease pan processed into a long heavy whizz the took several rooms to get going. The deluge of processed pony making the folded swells warm to her brown coat, a delightful squish as they played around her crotch. “PIssie Pan, plugging pampers. K I S S I N G my ass.” The mare eating miscreant teased, waddling about on her carbon limbs as she felt the softened solids of pan’s post vore remains impact her ponut. Fuzz held them there, tightening and twisting in her gut to smoosh them as she ran a hoof along her gut, feeling the chunks of her lover that remained after a night in her gut. They didnt feel that solid, the amazon having let her take the legs off first. “I’m glad you got me up you big teddie. Would hate to have missed all the oomph you’re going to give now.” Wifu bent her legs, the bottom of her sloshing diaper hitting the floor and displacing, a puff of warm urine laced air belching out through the waistband.

The puff apart showed just how messed up Fuzz’s fur was, she looked as though she had taken a bath. Of course, pan had actually taken a bath, just one of gastric juices that came with a complementary mud spa immediately after.Grease Pan now happy to show off her overnight make over from Fuzz, dense chunks of equine ejected from the small mare’s fudge nozzle, leaving brown skidmarks as they stained the yellow inner fabric. Fuzz not really pushing as her ponut mlemmed and heaved out the kilos of process friend fecal fudge. She squealed and oohed as bits of bone and many chunks of armored scutes tickled her anal ring.Pan making hissing noises as her form cracked and tessealated, the asphalt breaking apart with a sheen of bowel goo as the dense balls rolled around in the humid diaper, their edges melding together and losing definition theyd had for only a few seconds as Fuzz unsteadily kept walking. She was going to get some toys from the dungeon and enjoy a lazy day with Pan. The muck laden body bag tapping at her thighs as she kept pushing more of the unicorn out, her belly noticeably shrinking as she entered the room for a magic wand.

“Hey Fuzz!” Orchid churped, the hippogriff busying herself with cleaning the shared sex dungeon. Her duitful nature seeing her to make sure the toys were all cleaned, the leathers oiled, and the space organized. Currently she was amongst the changing table, checking supplies as she went. Her beak crinkled from something foul smelling, and she put down the clipboard, checking the pail. It didnt seem to be leaking through the plastic snake of used pampers, she clicked her tongue. Turning she looked at Fuzz, and the large and still growing diaper on her hips. “Oh my, soggy baby needs a change.” Orchid giggled, teasing the smaller pure breed’s current look.
“Do not! I came here for a wand.” She wasnt interested in surrendering her friend without reason.

“Do to, just feel this.” The sea eagle walked over and in a deft motion, smooshed the back of Fuzz’s diaper right into her toosh with an audible squelch. The growing mound of epoxy adopted a new form, melding and reshaping to the pole dancer’s ass in a way horny bucks paid lots for on stage.

“Hey!” Fuzz sputtered as her hinds were lifted up in the motion, a hard hot blush hitting her face as the moment got kinky. “No touching without paying.” she tried to recover with.

Orchid clicked her beak. “You know, I don't see a pole around here, are you really on the clock?” She winked, teasing her talons down further, she traced out Fuzz’s more sensitive regions. “I’m busy cleaning, maybe you don't need it, but it sure feels like Pan does. How’d she go in anyways?” She motioned for Fuzz to get up on the changing table.

“Giggling and kissing down my mouth. Got to cuddle her through the night. Had some pretty good dreams to as she digested. Anyways could you pass me a wand?”

“Only after I change you, you really are a stinky baby. Like really bad, I dont think you taped up right.”

Fuzz gave a much deeper sniff of her own rear, the pungent scent of processed horse manure meeting her nose. “Fine, but you’re wearing it. Teddy babe needs her cuddles.”

“Ha, and just how do you,” Orchid’s voice trailed off as Fuzz initiated privacy mode for the room, the door latching shut til she unlocked it. “Oh. Tricky.” Orchid resigned herself to the fate as a soured Fuzz got on the changing table. Climbing up the earth pony could feel the sloshing butt gunk whicking off her ass, the melted fudge collecting in the bottom as she let Orchid get to work.

“You know I have finger as well right? You could stop here and not wear this.” the cyber mare gave alast chance to be with her lover. She got up on the table anyways, if Orchid was so determined, then she could still have some fun. She laid back, letting Orchid go about putting her a fresh mobile toilet in good order. The exposed used one laying out as the operation was finished. “So, you need help Orchid?” Fuzz teased as she got to see the mound of used diaper, Pan’s skull gracing it.

“maybe? “ She uncertainly walked over it, aligning herself as she dropped into it. Her aim was good, and Pan’s horn went in her pussy, the exmare giving her a horn job as she slid down into the pile of her own insistence. Gradually Orchid walked her hinds sideways til she was sitting in the mess. The warmy clammy corpse glue settled into her fur with a shiver as she set about retaping herself. She hiked the front up, feeling the warm piss on her plum coat, before she pulled the back up, eyes widening as the clumps of horse apples acquainted themselves with her fur. She gave a hissing inhale as she shookily stood up, ready to, “Uh so what now. You got that smirk, the one that means thers more to be said.”

“Oh I dunno, feel like bumping uglies? Maybe I want to see you use it, Im sure there a reason i havent seen a certain drake leave today.” Orchid flustered at that.
“Hey hey stop that, its not like I like him or anything!” Fuzz leaned in, the bait taken. “He was easy on the eyes is all, good plumage, and the pattern. Oh those chest speckles were just so adorable. Like diamonds in the sky on his chest. His wings, those were so strong. Such long feathers” She crooned wistfully turning her rear to Fuzz. “He had a pretty decent head to, busy working at a shipyard. Made it all the more fun he was such a bottom too. Got to feel his muscles all night under that fur and feathers.”

Fuzz took the time to climb up Orchid’s rear as she spoke, now behind her tufted ears. “Now its my turn, how’d you eat him?” The smaller mare rested a hoof under her chin as she looked down at Orchid from her back. “I wanna hear some deets.”

“Well I didnt swallow him. I did lick a lot first though. He was chirping and purring before I was done, I was afraid he’d climb down himself. Not like he could, those red limbs were quite well tied together. And you know how I feel on worms.” Orchid snorted, taking a few steps around as she tried to get Pan to be a bit less of a brown noser. “So I sat on him. I took it slow, hinds first. Let him watch it the whole way. Would you believe it was his first time? I think he painted himself in more cum than he put in me.” Orchid felt her nethers growing damp as she pictured that bound drake, his cock spasming as he screeched at the thought of being her shit.

“So how’d you digest him, he ready?” Fuzz eager for the show.

“Slowly in my ass. And um, he kind of was ready then. I actually let him see how he’d turn out and sort of um, shit him on his dick.” She felt a little pensive at the statement, not so sold on it now as she had been then. Then she remembered she was walking around in someone else’s diaper and even less sure. “He really lost it then, especially when he realized he was really and truly going to be horseapples. Bucking and twerking, trying to fuck his own shitty paws. So I went with it and shit into his ass, letting him have some of his legs back. That’s where I think i broke him. He just started muttering ‘That’s me, Im in me, I’m your horse shit’ and such a lot.” Orchid let out some gas as she spoke, the crinkling hiss of sulfur rich ass gas filtering out as she was about to let her date out, cleaning him out should be done now. “He went really nuts in me, eagerly fucked himself to shit. He’s ready to come out now, though I’d been planning to keep him somewhere.”

“Nah go on Pan, she loves knowing some turkey is crap.” Fuzz smiled knowingly, a new how about to begin.


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“Oh my!! Soggy baby needs a change.”

With those 7 words, Orchid sealed her fate, as not ten minutes later the hippogriff found herself entombed within the pint-sized pony’s dirty diaper as punishment for her teasing. The hen’s sense of self already getting rather floaty as she wallowed within the humid embrace of the soiled pamper. The cooling chocolate that had once been Pan clinging to her muddied plumage like a fetid fudge, as the formel marinated in the muddy mare muck. The moist manure starting to tingle against Orchid’s skin, as she could tell that the damp dung was starting to digest her, even if she wasn’t snuggly stowed in the stomach of the predator that had made this dirty dollop of faecal fondue.

Before long it would start to itch, as the formel grew ever softer until the sea eagle was just a sloshing slurry of sloppy shit. The disgorged waste from the pint-size if prolific predator still containing the remnants of her efficient enzymes, allowing the hen to melt away even if she wasn’t confined to a cosy digestive system. The discarded peptides present within the warm clay still capable of processing protein down into poop, even if there was no accompanying digestive tract to properly metabolize the subsequent mush. A sweaty squishiness overtaking Orchid, as her lucid mind began to wander, flittering between thoughts, as she relaxed and prepared to void her own meal, which was currently pressing against her ponut with a needy pressure.

A blissful sigh releasing the dense drake dung from its captivity in Orchid’s bowels, though she quickly found there wasn’t space within the cramped confines of her potty-training prison to properly push him out. The hen growing lethargic, and though groggy she knew better than to start straining, as such a heavy indulgence of masculine meat would cork up her colon if she didn’t allow him to leave on his own time. This gave the hippogriff time to brood on her brewing bowel movement, which was taking its sweet time to crown, leaving the hen wishing she had something to read. Lacking that she had to resort to her own imagination, leaving Orchid feeling nostalgic whilst entombed inside the nappy, as she recounted previous partakings even if her current sphincter stretcher was proving problematic on the way out.

In truth perhaps she could have declined Fuzz’s offer, but to her detriment, she was always too eager to please, even when she was doing an inventory of the toilet on floor 73 of the hab-block of the syndicate’s subterranean office complex. The design of the below-ground base supposedly inspired by some human movie her eccentric boss was fond of… Resident Evil… Biohazard… the hen forgot the finer details as she didn’t pay much attention to that facet of cinema, as she found the mostly hairless apes a bit uncanny to look at. They didn’t taste too bad though, and were just as easy to swallow as an anthro, something Orchid had found out one quiet afternoon at the office, when Grimm had casually fucked a whimpering woman headfirst down her throat.

The cruel griffon casually regaling the details of the identity of her lady lunch whilst thrusting into Orchid’s gagging gullet. Her name had been Lily Mills, 24, and a proud bride-to-be, who had visited the city for her bachelorette party and the promise of exotic fun that was promised. Of course, now there wasn’t going to be a wedding, as all the guests were but shapely swelling sagging from stomachs or bulges in the strained scrotums of those the commanding cock felt like rewarding with a free meal. The sexily shaped lump of her friend Shelby resting on Lily’s back the whole time she was roughly rutted, allowing Orchid to gawk as she saw the squirming bulge’s buxom tits bounce and jiggle with each forceful thrust, through the tight veil of her boss’s distended belly as the tercel remained knotted in Lily’s aching arsehole, before the mewling woman eventually slipped free with a slurping pop.

There had been other women too, but their names had been forgotten before they had even been flushed. Lily had been blonde when Orchid had wrapped her beak carefully around her head, but when it came for the hen to wipe, it was clear that the woman had been a natural brunette in more ways than one after tanning into a turd. The easily digested tourist had failed to register to reform, so after a burp and a few hours of engorged lounging, she had digested and died like any other good lump of meat. Her, Shelby and their nine other filling friends would end their trip sharing a septic tank, and the only thing Orchid had taken from that, was that humans tended to make rather petite pellets if you took the time to peel them out of their bland fabric wrappers.

The greasy ball of ruined hair that had been Lily ending up being no bigger than Orchid’s closed fist, and Grimm had been fast to immortalize it in resin, giving his indentured assistant a new more morbid paperweight for her desk. That had been but one of many voracious encounters the hen had enjoyed during her work with the company, as the general rule was if you could swallow it, you could keep it, even if her menacing manager was known to play favourites regarding pawns for his grand game. If she wasn’t currently dissolving into guano perhaps the birdbrain might have pondered this deeper, but in her current condition, she would rather eke out one last thrill, as she leaned back and began to polish the silver whilst she waited for the grid to take her…..



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Fuzz shows Orchid that she is more than capable of digesting someone, even if they are not even tucked away in the small stripper's stomach...

A story done for my patron  Gizmo who wanted a story to go along with an image they commissioned from kratox ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kratox/ ) . This one featuring Their OCs Wireless Fuzz and Orchid, and compliments a short story they have done, which is included as the first half of the story.

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