"You'll never get away with this!" The vulpine spy glared up out of her inset indentation in the floor. She had a section of the floor split out with a curved surface leading down to her exposed face, but her arms were restrained tightly down underneath the surface. "Your piggification project will never succeed!"

"That's a bold statement." The rabbit nearby smirked. "I feel like your old partner might have something to say about that." 

She turned her head as a "buhiiiii~!" rang out from the darkness. A large, chunky feral boar wobbled out, squealing happily.

"What?! You're lying!" The spy shouted, a small shake in her voice as she saw the curious porcine look down at her. "That could be any farm pig!"

The rabbit chuckled. "Well, you're right about him being a farm pig, at least."

The rabbit stood up and peered down into the floor-toilet. 

"Well, it doesn't matter if you believe me or not. You'll get to experience it first hand." She knelt down. "You see, our transformed pigs are very obedient, but they still have a few instincts from their time back as 'people'. Even though they are brute beasts, they still want to use a toilet, so they've been getting a little bottled up." 

She patted the flank of the chunky feral pig. "There you are, good boy! YOu can let out all the nasty muck you've been holding right here!"

"BWEEEE!" The pig oinked happily, trotting over rand squatting over the fox's head. 

She looked up at a pair of alarmingly wobbling cheeks. As she saw the pink undercarriage, she caught sight of a strange tattoo just under the belly. "Born to fry".

"N-No way..." The fox paled under her fur. Her partner had been particularly fond of that phrase. He'd even shown her the tattoo on his rhino belly. 

There was no way... But...

She had no more time to think about it. The pig's butthole opened up and deposited a heaping helping of porcine slurry over her face. She shut her eyes and mouth, but she couldn't shut her nostrils, and wet sludge leaked disgustingly into her mouth. 

This was impossible, she'd suffocate before she could break free. There was only one, horrible option left.

She braced herself and opened her mouth, immediately feeling it fill up with semi-solid sludge. She gagged and choked the mess down into her stomach. She kept gulping and swallowing until she could catch a blessed breath of air. 

The pig squealed with relief, spreading his legs our and letting out another flurry of muck. She fought to stay afloat, choking down as much as she dared, whining with how her stomach swelled. No matter how it flowed, it was inevitably draining down to her mouth. She gagged, trying to keep it down. 

"All empty now, there's a good boy!" The rabbit gave the pig a pat on the butt, sending him trotting off. "And you've eaten your meal! No need to worry."

She tapped a button on the wall. There was the whirring as a large door winched open. A loud mass of oinking voices became audible in the distance. 

"You've got a large audience waiting for you!" The rabbit padded away, just as three pigs took up position around the her face. The loud [b]phlblrrrpl[/b] filled the air as three sets of bowels discharged, three pairs of porcine buttocks vibrating with gas. The choking and gagging of the fox filled the room. 

The rabbit chuckled to herself, then switched her phone to a different feed. It showed the fox in her bondage, underneath the installed toilet. Brown muck was leaking around her face and her belly was straining against her skintight suit. 

She zoomed the image in, and smiled.

The vulpine spy's tail wasn't a fox tail any more. It had become round, and curly.