Like a pig in mud

    The odd car that drove past the window every now and then caught the fox's desperately joy-seeking eyes and brought *some* life back into her. She sprung from the windowsill and wandered around her messy apartment. The fox plonked down on her sofa and lazed around.

It was a usual Tuesday afternoon. The city was relatively quiet with not much going on. Clara was bored out of her mind waiting for something interesting and fun to come up while she flickered through daytime TV. As expected: junk shows, talk shows and awful romance serials. She continued to sit around, fidgeting with her hands; maybe someone would buzz in to say hello or she would be invited to lunch with a friend. But after many moments of waiting - she gave up and sighed audibly, resting her feet up to try and relax (more of what she was already tired of in the first place.)

"What the hell is there to even do..." the fox frowned before her mind wandered, thinking of something to do to pass the time.

Clara decided to get dressed and go out. Perhaps she may see if the neighbours are up to anything fun. Her bedroom was a mess but I wasn't such a huge deal. She put on a lovely green shirt and some blue jeans before grabbing her keys and leaving through the front door. She thought that maybe her neighbours were in today. The hopeful fox put her hand on the doorbell of the apartment right next to her. She knew of a cute beaver that lived here. She looked down and pushed the button with her finger. 

*riiiing*

She stood back and smiled, waiting for her neighbour to hopefully come and greet her. After a few seconds, her hope dwindled as she waited for a long moment with no sign of anyone home or at least anyone bothered to answer. 

"H-hey, Mr. Gelden! Are you home?"

No reply followed suit. She was disappointed but not surprised since the beaver was rarely home. The fox tries the next apartment - home to a jack rabbit - but a do not disturb notice is hooked onto the doorknob. She decides to leave her be and move on. There were no more apartments she thought of buzzing as she went back to being bored and unoccupied yet again. 

In a quick thought, Clara decided to pay the local park a visit. It wasn't far at all and the park seemed like a beautiful, calm and fulfilling place to go. She hadn't seen the little blue pond right around the block from her dull, grey apartment's exterior in so long. It had been many moons since her last visit to the park, having only gone there with a few old friends for a party after one such friend got married. It reminded her of the old times when everyone hadn't moved on in life but that was long ago by now; she had moved on from those relationships.

The day was dragging as slow as any day you'd spend aimlessly moseying around in a city you've grown so accompanied to. It was nothing special as Clara walked down the familiar street she had moved into all those years ago; it was an eternity at this point. She had moved from her hometown when she was 19 without looking back for anything. She still didn't feel right at home however. There was something bleak enough about living in a city alongside other people living their own busy lives. 

She turned the corner and strolled down the street that the park was home to. Seeing the large colourful sign above the park's entrance lightened her mood for the first time of the day. It was calming - the chirps of birds, brushing of trees and pond fauna splashing around drowned out the noisy chattering and carbon-emitting vehicles she was so used to being exposed to all day every day. As she entered the park, she was instantly fixated on the pond. 

She relaxed by the pond and observed the small fish that dove out of the water and made big ripples that animated the surface as they splashed back in the pond. It was peaceful to sit by the water and watch a whole ecosystem interact in a natural, carefree way. She lay her head down on the grass and watched the clouds pass by. Each cloud having a distinct, informal shape that slowly morphed as they passed by her. Time was moving along with her zoned-out state as she lay there for what felt like 30 minutes.

*siiiiigh* "So relaxing."

Taking in the amazing view, sight and sounds was quite a cathartic moment for Clara. She closed her eyes and soothed into a collected meditative state. Time passed by quickly in her perspective - not even noticing that it was getting quite dark at this point. She should be getting home soon but… maybe a few minutes more couldn't hurt, right? After all, why would she go home so early? As if she would be better off in her dull, bleak apartment than enjoying nature's true kiss to earth in all of it's beauty.

A grounding grumble in her stomach had her a little on edge but she paid no mind  to it as she tried to zone back out again. Clara felt a storm steadily brewing up in her insides, tensions rising with each painful gurgle and churn from the slurry bubbling up in the fox's bowels. 

Clara sprinted along with difficulty, holding her thighs together in an attempt to clench her butt closed from having a terrible accident. Her efforts to some avail, buying her time to reach a restroom before she messed herself. She didn't have to worry about the public seeing her, it was strangely quiet...

Each step she planted into the ground made time stretch longer and longer as everything slowed down with the pain from desperately preventing a huge ordeal. The path led past a tiny forestry area before revealing an outdoor restroom around the bend that stood as a relief for the struggling vixen. Since the park was observably devoid of any company, she ran urgently into the restroom, bolting through the doorway without a care. 

Although the day had been relatively quiet in a social and atmospheric sense - she knew not of the consequences of finding her way into the park's public bathroom. It seemed empty from the looks of it; every individual stall was either unoccupied or out of order - most of them being the former.

"Yes!" she exclaims before pushing the nearest stall door open; relieved to find a peaceful solution. Low and behold - the first door she opened unveiled a clean, empty stall with a pearly white pristine toilet sitting inside. The stall was surprisingly clean and sterile although it would soon lose its status due to the load ready to erupt from her insides.

She plonked her entire body weight on the toilet seat. Due to the toilet being unused for an apparently long time, the seat was cold to the bone. She had no care for anything other than letting out the mush gurgling inside of her bowels. She crossed her arms and bowed her head down as she prepared for a messy instance.

After an almighty growl, her hole relaxed, stretched outwards and let loose a massive long shit snake that curled its way around the toilet bowl. It splashed into the water with heave as if a cannonball had fired in there. For the first time, she felt amazing after taking a dump this huge. It was as if her tolerance had risen. She raised her head and gasped at the sight. There were scat piles and piss puddles on the tiled floor and the stall seemed to have almost grown in size. The walls had expanded and transformed into something far less sanitary than the walls she was met with at first. Her feet went cold as she looked down to see her pants were conspicuously higher up her legs, halfway up her thighs as she closed her eyes yet again to catch her breath. 

With her eyes held closed, she passed another brewed fart into the bowl, rattling it with a harrowing rumble making her bowels shift yet another mudslide to her anus. She squelched loudly and scrunched up her face while her butt erupts a hot stream of dung into her pants. 

"Wait-

My pants!?" 

To her dismay, she glanced down to see her entire lower body sheathed in her garments, now muddy from the unforeseen accident. She had no recollection of ever doing this as she was so focused on emptying her bowels. She hadn't realised that one of the walls began to manifest a small, cutout hole in the middle. She blinked once again and opened her eyes to a scat-smeared hole clattered in dung with markered words reading various demeaning and vulgar demands. 

"Get down and beg for dinner!! <3" read one such writing. It confused her how something in such a manner could be considered food. 

"mouth goes here" read another. Many of the things people wrote were referring to eating- you know what... 

Clara was initially disgusted but as her predicament came upon her, an unfamiliar feeling slowly crept up. Her mouth watered and her ears perked up because she heard the noise of a door opening with club music blaring as a band of voices congregated in the bathroom. Masculine groans and scoffs indicated that they were either infiltrating the women's bathroom knowingly, unknowingly or this was simply a unisex bathroom. The fox held her breath and petrified herself in avoidance of being heard by the male furs. She leaned over and peered through the thin crack in the doorframe.

"H-hey the stall here. It's locked *burp* Brent!" One of the grown men shouted to the other leaning over the sink. 

"It's probably busted, try another one you idiot I'm gonna go get another drink, don't keel over and die on me now!"

The furs appeared to be under the influence of alcohol... Quite heavily. One of the very tipsy guys pushed open the stall right next to her, hastily pulling down his thick, yellow-stained musky underwear.

 "Fuck... I needa dump real bad. Remind me to avoid tapas at a fetish bar!"

"Fetish bar!?" Clara blurts out, instantly shutting her mouth after she remembered she wasn't alone.

"Yeah... You didn't know? I thought the smell would've given it away by now." The tipsy bull peers his head over the stall to see a fox unaware of her surroundings on the toilet. 

"I- I was at the park and I had to use the restroom. Why am I here?" 

"No idea. Maybe that swirl in your eyes says something."

"The what?" the vixen looks up, confused and worried. 

"Oops! Gotta go!" The bull urgently shoots down from the stall and sits on the toilet.

"Say, fox, you wouldn't know about a cleaning service here would you?" 

"No... Why?" 

"You see the hole in the stall there? Any bathroom-goers carry out the generous act of cleaning or, if they're feeling special, a full on 'tank emptying' for fellow restroomers. You up?"

"N-no way! I- I'm not sure I mean... No! It's gross you... creep! I'll... Never?" 

Before the vixen could question her uncertainty, her vision went blurry for a moment before returning with a subtle darker, brown-green manure tint.

"I- if you feel up for it! I bet it's delicious!" 

Her subconscious took an unwilling backseat as a much grosser alter ego assumed control. While she was being corrupted, it was still definitely her in control with new desires. The word shit-slut repeated over and over inside the background of her head, reminding her of why she was here to begin with. 

"Well alright! Be quick, my cow butt doesn't wait about!`` The bull hovers his flexing butt over the ground, guiding it over to the filthy glory hole. The bull grunts, pulling his eager cheeks apart for a better clearing area. The hot loaf he was about to push out of his butt reared it's head. 

Clara's need to get on all fours overpowered her senses; she knelt down onto the pissy floor and lowered her muzzle eye-level with the bull's hole, seeing it flex with each struggle to hold it back. 

"I hope you've tasted a bovine before; manure is some of the hardest gunk to get down unless you're really into it."

"I've never had anything before, my stomach hungers for my first meal and the endless meals I will have as a poopy shit-slut!"

"Phew, you're all in. Be ready!" 

The bull's hole stretches wide, revealing a fat, brown-green dunglog that pushes his rectum apart and lands on the vixen's tongue. As it curls its way around the vixen's maw, it ends and settles on her tongue as she savours the filthy manure that slowly slivers down her tongue, hitting her uvula. 

Rapid changes appear throughout her body in succession. Her fur began to shorten and de-pigment; her figure transforming into a much more rotund and fatty type. Her muzzle shortened and stubbed as she swallowed the dung layed out in her mouth. It slivered down her throat and hit her growing stomach heavily. As she didn't chew, it plopped with full force into her belly and festered with whatever she ate earlier that day, spoiling it with manure. 

Her tail was next to transform, becoming a much thin tail bone that curled as it shrunk. Her ears then flopped down and shaved, turning into flabby, skin folds that hung on either side of her face. Her butt fattened and grew, tearing her messed  underwear into pieces causing a mound of shit to splatter on the floor. Her ass leaked a steady flow of hot shit down her legs and into the tiled floor. 

She was becoming a pig; quickly losing her once familiar identity and replacing it with a scat-hungry slutty mindset. The stall once again met her needs as the walls were now coated in bovine shit and the toilet was filled to the brim with poop. It was now clear that she didn't 'transform' into a pig, she simply warped into the reality of it.

"God, what's happening to you back there? It reeks - in a great way - of shit and I know it's not me..."

"I'm a good piggy shit-slut that loves eating bull dung!" she announced, her tongue painted a disgusting green from bullshit residue seeping into her buds. The shit permanently stained her teeth as an indicator of her dung-gulping status. 

"Wow! Didn't think you'd be this into it. I ain't done yet!" 
The bull's hole spreads yet again with a stream of hot slurry pouring onto the pig's tongue and dripping down her slimy throat. It filled her insides with pleasure and lined her stomach with a thick wall of gassy slurry.

Another blink made her detachment from reality a much more derealising ordeal. The walls were filthier with a new coating of dung smeared everywhere. The bulls butt grew bigger, his hole wider and his manure sating the pig's filth avarice. The bullshit became a never-ending log that flowed greasily out of his enlarged hole and down her throat with ease like a sewer pipe. 

Dazed, she looked down and saw her transformation's true form. The pig took on a dark brown scat colour with hints of green manure throughout. Her figure now even chubbier with her fat now manifesting into a pudgy, dung matter that festered beneath her scat-flesh. A bulge grew noticeably around her crotch which confused her even further. She looked down to see a massive, throbbing scat-cock that prodded the walls from where she knelt. Her tip staining the wall in shitty pre-cum while her balls churned with hot poop goo. She continued suckling and gulping on the steady log sliding from the bull's hole with her long, wet poopy tongue. It accompanied her stroking off the log of shit that was her cock with her pudgy, scat arms. 

"That feels... So good! You're tongue is so soft..." 

The bull twitches in delight from the soft, scat tongue grazing his hole. The pigs hunger eternal for shit. Her bottomless stomach growled constantly; it would be a while before she was full. Her eyes glide over to the overflowing toilet full of shit with a great hunger, watching it push the soft bits past the seat. The last of the bulls' mess tops off on the pile filling her mouth. She swallows hungrily, begging for more with her eager tongue licking the sticky greasy hole. 

The pig strokes her sticky dung cock, coating her messy arms in residue as it smooshes in between her fingers, deforming for a short moment before setting into place again. The desire to sate her cock's urges grows; her hands massaged her throbbing member pacingly. The greedy slut pig licked the bull's butt clean, making sure to get every last speck of shit inside of her. 

"My insides are dry... You were a great toilet - perhaps the best I've ever had."

"Tasty bull poop.. I need more~" 

With the bull's hole being licked clean, she headed for course number two: the toilet.
The toilet was practically flowing over the edges. The wet, watery shit was forced over the seat by the pressure of the hot, firm logs plonked on top. Had she really filled the toilet that much? She was sure that when she had finished it was barely clogged. 

It turns out she had filled the toilet to the brim. It had only become evident after her slow reality shift into her true shit-pig form. Her creation was beautiful to her, specifically to her salivating maw that spewed shitty drool down her dung breasts. Visible stink emanated from her entire body, mostly from her reeking breath and body odour which - as expected - had a strong scat odour. 

"B-big poopies!!" 

With her cock throbbing wildly, she dug her filthy maw deep into the mush, coating her snout in hot, festering filth. Soft shit entered her huffing nostrils with ease. But as easily as it penetrated her nose, it penetrated her throat too. Her tusks, which were hard, dry logs of dung, dug two big holes in the scat pile. Tearing off a large load of her own pig slop was a delightful, tasty experience. Her dung coated cock was serviced with a sloppy log that landed on it to which she used it as a toy. 

The nature of slopping down her poopy insides into her gurgling tummy, churning its bubbling content made her want more. 
Her reality shift was now complete. Loud shitting, farting and moaning came from every stall in the bathroom while her stall became its own room. The walls were now filthy; not a speck on the wall being clean but instead clattered with rancid, smeared dung. A mass of shit culminated in the middle of the bathroom floor with an orgy of furs gulping down manure and shitting all over the place. The all males having sexual acts with their fecal matter in abundant greed. 

*groan*

The pig's mouth was sticky and mushy from the shit she had filled it with. She was now stuck with permanent bad breath due to her form and acts of scat. The pig's insides plopped lower and grew bigger from the weighty loads she was gulping down hitting her stomach with heave. She began to feel everything bubble up and churn her bowels from the gruelling digestion it had to ensue. Her scat body was suited to digesting large amounts of feces but never *this* much.

It all ensued much too quickly. As soon as the pig had emptied the toilet of it's massive reservoir into her digestive system, she stood up and held her massive, ballooned abdomen with her arms. It was forcing her anus to open so quickly but she knew not what to do here. To make matters worse, her scat legs were stuck to the ground from scat chunks that fell to her feet drying into the floor. It occurred to her what her corrupted self should do:

"Good piggies let it allll out~" 

Clenching her fists and scrunching her snout, she pushes a big re-packed log past her stretching hole. It warmed her anus as it slithered out and slapped the ceramic bathroom floor with a loud 

*schlapp*

It was very mushy; without form. The sound echoed throughout the restroom in which the guys outside heard and responded with moans and huffs. This log slowly set on the floor.

"That was a huge piggy load!" one of the men called out in between chomping.

Her hole was yet again in an urgent need to vacate the purging bowels. Another softer log began to show its filthy head by squeezing out of her butt and rolling down her legs. It landed right on top of the previous load as it conformed into a big mushy pile. 

*splat*

The pile was now growing an attractive size for the pig, turning her head to see her doings with delight. She let loose the soft poop that packed behind the large logs into the festering dungpile. It was now a huge mountain of food for the pig again.

"Y-yummy!"

She broke free of her predicament and turned around, falling to her knees and embracing her creation before digging her snout into the pile again to repeat the cycle.

Fast forward a few weeks and the shit pile was now ever topped up by glorygole visitors informed of the pigs miraculous dung eating skills and butt cleaning by previous customers. Another few weeks may prove possible for the stall to be completely full, putting the pig up to her knees in re-packed slurry. 
Who knows if it will ever end...