"Wow."  Pale hair is brushed out of the eyes, lithe fingertips click idly on a keyboard, and a small wireless mouse is flickered up and down, skimming through the extensive list of received requests.  "I was expecting maybe four or five..."
	Anonymous: "eat your webcam lol"
	Anonymous: "Try this veggie recipe from mmm.greanmiel.web/aloeverasteak!  I promise it isn't as gross as it looks..."
	M1gg1damiggida:  "eggs and bacon, except the bacon is paper and the eggs are highlighter ink."

	"Oh come on."  She mumbles, unamused, below her breath.  The advertisement on her blog page stated 'Request this skunky lady to consume whatever you like!  A lucky few will get their wish granted, a full documentation of what this sleek, powerful body does to regular-old-food items!  Submit anything you like and stay tuned for weekly updates!'  Had she worded it better, perhaps she wouldn't be getting as many absurd requests for...
	Anonymous:  "Record the sound of you burping, do a few for good measure.  Play those frequencies into this program:  mmm.shaydidownloads.web/HR5FI93P and let it convert.  You'll get a 3-D render.  Print it using protein-based filament at a printer [read more...]"
	"I'm not gonna read the rest of this craaaap."  The tall woman grumbles, throwing her head backwards in frustration.  Ideas, ideas!  She just wanted a decent, regular food recipe.  The closest she had to an actual meal was a veggie recipe.  And that was okay, maybe.  Just not...  Fun.
	GregorianGutGrinder:  "Try this burger recipe, never fails to satisfy, lots of trial and error perfecting this one:  [read more...]"
	"...Oh yeah, hey."  She rights her posture, and scrolls down the modest list of ingredients.  "I could try this."  The woman mumbles to herself, a hopeful chime rising in her voice.  She didn't need to do anything crazy or intense, this was fine and plenty for a first time!  The best course of action was often the easiest, right?  
	"Good afternoon, viewers!"  There she stands, at the head of a long dark-granite countertop.  Pale white hair was tied into a messy bun at the top of her head, held in place by a long wooden pin, it shifted and bobbed with each energetic movement of her head, the woman enunciating each and every word out of her mouth clearly for the camera.  "Welcome to "Axi Eatings!", freshly budding not-safe-for-work show where you, the twisted viewers of the internet, decide what I, Axi the Skunk, am gonna shove into my mouth!  Recipes are submitted weekly, where I get to choose which one I like the most, then you get to watch my body handle it.  Isn't that thrilling?!"  The showmanship was admittedly cheesy, but it delivered the message all the same.  Her stupidly bright grin took some of the attention away from her puncturing cerulean gaze, but those flickering globes remained trained on the camera lens almost unblinkingly.
	Reading glasses perked atop her perky nose are pushed back into place.  The tall woman wore a long, burgundy apron, tied taut behind herself, exposing the knot in the back as she turns to retrieve a small sheet of paper from behind the countertop.  A pale white tail whips and whisks behind herself, large and easily able to reach up to the back of her head, likely further had it not been curving.  Black lines crease in a simple spaded pattern, the inverse of what normal skunk color schemes were like.  "This simple request was submitted by 'GregorianGutGrinder'.  You will need:
*  Sesame seed buns
*  Ground Chuck patties
*  Sweet Yellow Onions
*  Iceberg Lettuce
*  Tomato
*  Avocado (ripe)
*  Pickles (Kosher dill, whole)
* Mozzarella Fresca (sliced)
*  Condiments:
*  McCormick® smokehouse maple seasoning
*  Garlic powder (or minced garlic)
*  Butter
*  Sweet Baby Ray's® Hickory and Brown Sugar Barbecue sauce
*  Ketchup, Mustard, Mayonnaise
	"Of course, mister GutGrinder, we've only got the most beautiful of ingredients here for your specific order."  She folds the small piece of paper and settles it aside.  A bright red spatula, flat and without slats, is raised and brought down firmly on the packaged ingredients before her.  She taps the head of lettuce firstly.  "Not organic, but locally farmed goods.  Vegetables acquired from the farmers market;" she slides the red instrument smoothly across the rinsed tomatos, peeled onion, sliced layers of Avocado and freshly jar-plucked Pickle.  "while the remainder was ensured to be from grass-fed beef."  She produces a small twist with her utensil, motioning over the raw stack of patties, packaged cheese and bottled condiments.  "At least, I'm pretty sure.  They could be lying!"  A stupid smile curls over the skunk woman's face, her dark ears flickering adorably above her head.  She thought that 'joke' was hilarious, it was painted all across her face.
	"Now then, here's what we do."

	The camera is panned repeatedly side to side, aimed down at the countertop to show accurate cuts and slices.  The woman 'claws' her hand and slices precisely, pointing the knife tip to small imperfections in the vegetables, clarifying what was okay and not okay to consume for a professional meal.  Any amount of hesitation once present has now evaporated completely.  This woman, Axi, was entirely absorbed into her own world now.  The original hesitation to speak in front of a live camera had disappeared, replaced with a confident and professional voice carefully directing others to do precisely what she was doing.  Two halves of a bun are introduced to the toaster, patties and sauce and butter thrown to the searing-hot stainless-steel hibachi grill built into the countertop...  This lady was completely dedicated to her craft.
	As the camera moves, viewers could easily notice interesting features of this kitchen.  The central island was topped with midnight black Granite.  Cloves of garlic, chili peppers, wrapped and salted meats and other miscellaneous herbs, spices and dried objects hang above the center island, suspended by a hanging rack.  Tools and utensils frequenlty used were hung above the grill, some inserted into a cubic container, knives and sharper objects were slid delicately into a minimalist knifeblock just to the left of the enormous grill.  Without so much as looking, the skunk woman is able to locate and properly utilize any tool she appears to need just by feeling around in the drawers.  She obviously has had many hours of experience in here.  Not a single tomato seedling, nor a splatter of mayo or mustard had sundered her apron by the time she'd fully assembled her burger.
	She wipes her hands dry after completing her creation, the thickest and juiciest looking burger of a lifetime.  It sat opulently at the center of a small serving plate, leafy lettuce jutting out of the sides, skirting around the top of the steaming patty.  Fresh Mozzarella cheese, molten and dribbling down the side was stained orangey-brown from the savory sauces used, the thick scent of hickory barbecue could have been detected through the screen.  The thickly sliced layers of tomato gleam wetly in the kitchen lights, a stray pickle dangling and nearly dropping from this beautiful stack before being pushed back into place by a careful fingertip.  Pale white onion rings are similarly adjusted before the entirety of the creation is lifted, dribbling the slightest amount of a ketchup-mustard mix back to the serving dish.  She held it, close to the camera, for all to see.  Each sesame from the toasted bun stood out on the high definition lens.  Steam rose from the center of the burger, embossed against the darker background behind her.  The brown-sugar barbecue dripped lazily against her palm as she slowly turns her creation, exposing each and every angle of this perfectly crafted beauty.
	"Whoof.  Ladies and gentlemen and all inbetween, that's a damn sexy burger."  Axi states, stepping back from the lens as to capture her face as well as the food in her palm.  "Mister GutGrinder, you've got a beautiful thing going here, the smell is divine!  You can always tell it's a good meal when the whole house smells amazing after you've finished."  She settles her free palm to her hip, admiring her work for another brief moment before settling it back to her dish.  "Now, for the part we've been waiting for."
	Plunk, the camera clunks quietly on the rosewood tabletop, and is promptly adjusted into a proper position.  The Skunkette seats herself in an opposing chair, folding one leg beneath her thigh and allowing the other to touch the floor.  Still wearing her apron, the closer camera is in a much better position to capture the skunky chef's natural...  Parts.
	Her chest is challenging the seams of the tightly worn apron, eclipsing two small pockets near hip level and offering a shelf just below the chin of the tanned lass.  Nothing outrageous, but certainly larger than your average bust.  Given the messy nature of this incoming meal, it was likely that apron wouldn't see the end of the night without a few stains here and there.
	The Burger is slid into place, and delicate fingertips clasp around its edges, thumbs positioned at the top, remaining fours cupping below its girth.  She flips the gourmet stack upside-down, hoisting it to her plush lips.  Her cheeks were working, and her tongue slid visibly against her teeth from behind those kissers.  "Mnn- my mouth won't stop watering.  Try your hardest not to post anything rude about how I eat burgers."  She states sharply to the Camera, tipping her head just a smidge lower to make eye contact with the lens.  The camera was now fully capturing the upper portion of Axi's chest and just below her nostrils.  Perfect.
	She widens her maw, visibly accumulated saliva creating reflective bridges, spanning from the top to the bottom of her gaping trap.  A pink, sharp-tipped tongue swirls in anticipation below, the ridged insides of her throat disappearing into a visceral darkness as she extends her jawline.  Sharp, jagged canines loom menacingly from all angles, positioned eagerly above the still-steamy meal...
	Crrmmsh.  Perfect landing, teeth dig mercilessly into the heft of the burger, applying a startling amount of pressure to the finely crafted meal.  It displaces ingredients, pickles slipping and avocado slices wedging on top of one another.  The lettuce crunches helplessly below the might of those pearly-whites, followed soon after by a ripping, juicy demise of the tomatos not far below.  Salty ketchup and zesty mustard grace her pallet, swirling into an unusual mix with the savory undertones of a lightly-mayonnaised bun.  Merciless mastication proceeds, jawline working and cheeks distending, Axi's shimmering gaze rolling up the slightest bit.  Meaty juices insist on their escape from her maw, ungracefully dribbling down the edge of her chin.  She settles the injured meal and continues to chew, leaning back the slightest bit so the camera can fully read her expression.  She stares into space as she chews, those deadly canines crunching every last veggie fiber and ripping apart any remaining sinews of protein they can find.
	After just a few moments of thoughtful chewing, her head tips, and her throat convulses.  A slow, deliberate, steady glorp of peristalsis-fueled might sends the wrecked remains of that meal straight downwards, to its assured demise.  An exhalation follows, a satisfied grin coiling across the face of the tanned chef.  "Holy shit."  She mumbles after a few moments of silence, sitting forward again to pick up the burger.  Another bite is quickly lost to the void, unceremoniously mashed between powerful molars for a much shorter amount of time before being sent down the forever-pit.  In just four more bites, the entirety of the burger is no more, smears of saturated meat-juice being the only thing left behind, and perhaps a shred of onion or wisp of lettuce abandoned on the dish.  Axi leans backwards, tipping her head upwards.  "Hnnf...  Okay, so.  I've found my new go-to burger recipe."  She states, lifting her wrist to run across her chin.  Just one down, and her belly is already just a smidgen curvier than before.  It's further exaggerated by the reddish apron hugging her shape.
	"This was divine."  She states, tapping the dish with a firm fingertip.  "Such a simplistic and straightforward recipe, I'm definitely going to have seconds.  A few tips I should mention, though."  She states, clearing her throat and sitting up straight.  "Medium-rare is my preferred rarity.  This blend of spices and sauce comes together perfectly and compliments the natural juices of the ground chuck.  For those of you who prefer medium or medium-well burgers, try it rare or medium-rare with this recipe, as the sauce does an amazing job of complimenting that raw-meat flavor you may not like as much."  She moves her hands, speaking with them as she pushes together thoughts and concepts as if they were real, physical objects in her hands.  "Lightly toast your buns and spread a thin layer of Mayonnaise on the bottom, before the patty.  This way the patty doesn't soak the bun and leave you with a soggy mess, the oils in the Mayo will keep it alive just a bit longer."  The skunk swipes a fingertip along her dish, popping it into her mouth afterwards, just to savor the juiciness of her meal.  Indeed, as predicted, her shelfy tits had managed to grab a singular, bright yellow droplet of mustard on the leftmost breast.  She hadn't taken notice.  "In order, we do bun, mayo, patty, tomato pickles onion avocado, ketchup mustard and lettuce.  When cooking the patty, place a piece of Mozzarella Fresca in the pan and cover it after you take it off the heat, that way it will melt slightly before serving.  It's best to have almost room-temperature Fresca before cooking, but mildly refrigerated will do just fine."  
	Sitting backwards, the skunk draws her tongue idly against her pearly-whites, showing off their glittery glory for the briefest of moments.  "Well thank you for watching!  Additional clips will be spliced to the end as events occur.  This will conclude the first episode of Axi Eatings!  Goodnight!"  The chiming tone of the skunky seems chipper, more relaxed and loose than before.  Just needed to fit into her comfort zone a little bit.  
	And then, just as soon as it had ended, it began again.  She wore less formal wear, something more relaxed.  A workout T-shirt and leggings, revealing mesh pattern striped up along her inner thigh, spiraling down into a fashionable curling pattern.  Practical?  Probably not.  Sexy and eye-catching?  Yes.  It complimented the shape of her calve and thigh perfectly, revealing just enough to maintain intrigue.  The other leg was relatively normal, save for a small logo at the cuff near the ankle.  "Hey."  The skunkwoman whispers below her breath.  It was still night time, and her distended belly appears to have only grown.  She had definitely had more than just the one burger on film, seconds, maybe thirds, perhaps even fourths?  She squats, hair tied back into a stumpy Ponytail, reading glasses gone, now showing off her crystalline eyes fully.  Her squat pronounces her posterior impressively, exposing the curvature of her rear end as those tights hug her figure.  Looks like she was in a bathroom, but it was definitely in public.  A gym?  "Little update, my stomach has just started frothing up, listen."  Her voice is smooth and soft, obviously keeping her tone down as not to alert anyone else.  The loud, echoing clatter of doors being moved, followed by the hiss of a sink and chatter of two or so individuals lingered in the background, definitely surrounded by others.  The camera is shifted, she brings the device up close to her belly.  Quickly, the lens is eclipsed by the gray coloration of her workshirt, pressed fully into her abdomen.
	An immediate squelch greets the recording, followed by a barrage of short, popping crackles from deep within.  Axi's body twists and flinches, and she punctuates the assault of sound with a small, strained breath of air.  "Ghhnn, I think...  Maybe it was too rare?  Ahaa..."  She breathes softly, suddenly sucking in a mouthful of air as her stomach tenses and SQUITCHes noisily, musculature shifting and undulating below her shirt to accomadate the crampy load of delecacy she'd consumed earlier.  "It's been...  Two hours?  Nnn, just be sure to immediately cook the ground chuck, so you don't-mnn-so you don't get stomach problem-"  Another loud, low ggrrrmmmmchgk resonates from her lower belly, the camera pans away, and oddly, her belly looks a mote leaner than before.  She angles it back up to face her, her pointy teeth nibbling fiercly into her lower lip.  "I need to make it home."
	The camera isn't turned off!  No cuts, just rustling and shifting as she makes her way speedily out of the bathroom.  The sound of people passing and motivational gym-music fades in and out as she makes her way for the door.  She readjusts her gym back constantly, the camera picking up what was presumably a water bottle sloshing noisily as well.  A car door slams, and the engine hums to life.
	"Ooooh man."  She adjusts in her seat, the camera is pitch black as of now, but audio still pulls through.  "I couldn't just do what, do the th- DESTROY that bathroom.  I need to be at home for that."  She's talking quickly, punctuating her sentences with sharp breathing, sucking air through her teeth as the engine hums, no doubt accelerating a little beyond the speed limit.  
	The car door thunks, keys jangling and rustling commencing as the woman stumbles to her front door.  Keys clink once more as the door is hastily opened, shoes thumping as she makes her way to the nearest bathroom within her home.  Her gym bag is zipped open, camera exposed to light as she fishes it out.  Her tone is echoey and her voice is shaky, stiffly plunking the camera on the ground.  "Paper...  Papertowelspapertowels, where where rrrghh!"  Frustration arcs in her tone, the lens picking up on her dancing, still laced feet as she knocks her knees together.  "FffucK!  They're downstairs, unngh you're kiddinnggg."  She groans out loud, performing a half-squat in an attempt to subside the cramping sensation deep within.  The camera is adjusted, pushed back as far as it will go.  The skunky woman is frantic as she rips her leggings downwards, the flexible fabric bunching around her kneecaps, silken white panties included.  In an instant, a tanned rear end comes into view, two supple mounds of finely molded ass engulf a large portion of the frame, a tense and doming, dark-pink-puckerpit is promptly exposed as one leg is angled up, foot on the ground, while the other is tipped to the side.  A sideways sit, the same pose one would take when trying to squeeze out a sneaky poot.  
	What Axi was 'sneaking' out was no naughty SBD, no.  What quickly followed was a rush of clay-textured mush.  Patterned by her inner workings, the heaving, wide snake of just-barely-solid matter is mercilessly removed from the skunky's behind.  Her pale white buttflag hikes up high into the air, curling as a groan of relief sounds noisily from above.  Straight on to the tiled floor, sinking deeply into the grout lines, Axi doesn't seem to care that she's actively nuking this one spot on the floor, at least not in the moment.  From this angle, a prominent arrowhead marking can be seen on the underside of her tail, pointing away from this disastrous display.
	Her belly tenses and lurches outside the view of the camera, sides tightening and relaxing in rhythm as involuntary convulsions rack through her lower abdomen.  Her puckering pit responds in turn, doming and flexing and straining outwards with each unintentional push its owner provides.  Processed so intensely by the skunk's innards, it was incredible how quickly it had become waste.  Viewers could easily see the miniscule flecking of sesame seeds amongst the train of ripping, bending, and malleably smushing shit.  Fibrous plant matter helped connect the inner structure of such an enormous pile, it could barely sustain itself under its own weight, toppling and flopping unceremoniously on top of itself as the powerful ass above further births more for weight for it to bear.  Musculature that has definitely been practiced with many, many other meals flexing and working at peak efficiency, all to remove that mush from the woman's body.
	"Agghnn, Gods, haaaahhn-nnnmnff~"  Axi is in a purgatory of relieving pleasure, hips jittering and back arching, she was barely able to contain the relief of finally letting loose this needy urge.  After just two minutes of pushing and straining, the heaving muscle movements die down, and she's left panting above her literal assload.  It stood up an impressive six or seven inches from the ground, a coiling and grease-sheened mountain of what was once delectable cooking ingredients just several hours before.  Axi's stomach was fast.  Small flecks of sesame seeds, fibrous veins from the lettuce and tomato, and of course large patches of lighter-coloration signifying moisture had been sufficiently absorbed, all were visible after this unloading.  Axi's rear produced a soft, barely audible plbp as she attempts one final huffing-push to eliminate as much as she could.  Wordlessly, she shifts herself to a stand, her pants clumsily tanlged around her feet along with her shoes.  Within moments she was barefoot, kicking the lower half of her workout gear aside and out of view.  
	"Well..."  She speaks wordlessly, a small laugh ringing through the hollow echoing walls of the bathroom.  "A few things, mm, ladies and gentlemen, and all in between."  She stands behind her mound, bending low to pop a squat.  The camera now has full view of her sex, a small sum of pubic hair shaved into a neat triangle pointing downwards to the top of her lips.  A pink, lightly domed rumphole also visible further down, stained just a bit with the refuse in front of her.  As she speaks, she fumbles with a small personal bag of wetwipes.  
	"This particular meal was high in sodium, animal fat, and protein."  She states quietly, running her palm gingerly between her rumpcheeks, clearing her backdoor exit of residual destruction.  "Which means, for those of us with weaker stomachs or more sensitive stomachs, the amount of oil and fat inside of this meal can trigger a laxative effect."  She finishes wiping, tossing aside the used object.  "So!  Be warned when having more than one serving, as I completely used up the six ground-chuck patties that came in a single package."  SIX servings!  The skunk was a monstrous eater.  The proof was there, sitting and steaming heartily in front of her.  The enormous mound she'd just pressed out of that perfect posterior was certainly enough matter to be considered six stacks of burger-goodness, perhaps compressed a tiny bit by a powerful digestive tract, but no small feat for the poop-pushing goddess before the camera.  "Whff...  So."
	She comes to a stand, and soon the camera is lifted.  A small, panning shot is made to expose every angle of the steaming heap.  It folded and stacked on top of itself in unusual ways, showing small divets and caverns in its topography where the massive width of itself slid on top of the lower half of the mound.  The creases and patterns in the lower portion showed that it had been resting within her for a little bit of time, moisture removed and allowing its surface to 'crack'.  'Plates' had formed out of the mush she'd created.  
	"This concludes the first ever episode of 'Axi Eatings!'  I hope the viewers enjoyed, and submissions are now re-opened.  Send me the book, I'll do the cook.  Have a good night everyone!"  Her voice becomes smooth and silky with that last sentence, a photogenic smile curling across her face, creasing her crystalline eyes.  She gives a soft little wave, right after shifting a lock of her hair out of her face, and the camera clicks off.