Discount (Rectal) Treatment


Written by Septia.


A knock at the door. A moment later opened by a human woman dressed in sterile white and turquoise. 
	“Mrs. Juanita Fernando De La Rosa, isn't that right?” 
	Juanita looked up from the hospital bed caving under their weight, her bulbous stomach crowning her midsection and giving her the guise of a giant's egg steamer. The matching hospital gown of white barely able to reach the zenith of the giraffe's auburn spotted, amber coat. 
	“That is right, though I would be more than comfortable if you called me mister, sweetie.” 
	The nurse looked up from her notepad with a smile curving up at the side of her lips. “Well my, my, you got yourself a deal, mr. sweetie~,” she mused as she entered the holding room, going over Juanita's values. “So, I'm nurse Zina, just checking up on you before we proceed. Have you ever been induced for surgery before? There are certain-.” 
	“Three types of painkillers,” Juanita chimed in, “right? I took them early as per the previous nurse’s directions.” 
	The nurse scoffed, “Sometimes I wonder what I am even employed for,” she continued, “It is an abnormally sized tumour, isn’t it?” 
	Juanita looked at his blimp of a stomach. “You don’t say,” Juanita said and caressed his stomach as the nurse went around the bed comparing notes. 
	“See here there has been some potions in the mix, relating to pregnancy in any way?”
	To this Juanita nodded, a faint blush on his cheek.
	“Then this is fairly routine,” she looked over her papers with a ‘don’t-tell-me-someone-already-said-this’ leer, “it is benign, with a substantial sack of tissue around it. The incision will be costly in time but less so on your body.”
	“Great to hear, sweeite.” Juanita spoke in a distinct ‘this-is-definitely-not-the-third-time-I’ve-heard-this-today’ tone. 
	“Then there should be just a few more check ins with the team to have you cleared and we’ll slot you in to a table.”  
	Juanita snickered, “I am glad. By the by… a while ago when I was here at Septum hospital. There was a certain… incident.” 
	Zina flipped through her notebook. “Oh yes, your charges are debited here, I was not going to ask, but I assume it relates to the… janitorial incident?” 
	Juanita nodded with a chuckle. 
	“Oh, I know it. We are still hearing complaints about it, even if in the end no one suffered long term damages. But there’s no need to worry, we've sharpened up since then. While you are in these walls, I'll be your personal protector,” Zina said with a pearlescent white smile that shone a pleasant contrast to her chestnut skin. 
	“Of course, I wouldn't be back otherwise.” 
	“I don't know, that discount is pretty tempting.” The two of them chuckled. 
	“Alright, everything is in order. I'll give the team the green light,” she said. “And just cus I'm curious, have you got any k-.” 
	-Bzxrzzzrrtczhc- Just as Zina's gaze passed by the monitor on the wall, the screen crackled with a buzz; a field of static swallowed the nurse's attention, her eyes bulging and reflecting the snow of white, black and grays before her. 
	Juanita turned his head aside just as the light came on, but burned in the giraffe's mind was the imprint of the static, and the perception of letters… He could've sworn he saw “ait” flash through the static. 
	“Zina, are you okay? Z-zina?” 
	“G-gu… gnhh…” The nurse mumbled drawing in a sharp breath that exited in a tremor or shuddered pants and wheezes. Her fingers twitched, clamping onto the notebook before it slipped through her grasp, clacking across the rubber treated flooring. 
	“Z-Zina… o-oh, dear…” Juanita whipped his head to and fro. “Hello? Anyone? Is anyone there?” She screams as he looked to the nurse, arms slumped to their sides and twitching in defined musculature. 
	“Oh, I am not staying for this;” Juanita wheezed and anchored her palms to the sides of the bed. -Bbwbn- -Bwnnwnghgs- though the force upwards only brought some of the receded mattress up around her before he plunged back down under the weight of his gut. It was fairly late into the pregnancy, but he didn't remember being this heavy… The medication… He'd already taken it… he felt the strength sapped from his arms as he sunk even deeper into the mattress. 
	“Cmmgnwgngah.” 
	To his side… Zina was moaning. 
	Zina's right arm clutched over her abdomen, followed by her left, squeezing herself down as she heaved in long breaths, staring glossy eye’d at the screen. -Chrhrh- -Cfffnngnghs- a faint stretch of tensile brawn rang through her. Tension roiled from her heels all the way up her spine. -Chttn- And with each throb of the pulsating energy she felt herself growing. Another thumb bolstering her form. -Chrhrf- -Frrsh- In the throbs came sprouts of fur, amorphous patches bushing up in patterns along her arms and legs, compressing under black fur under the sterile fabric. Whenever a patch overlapped they grew exponentially, Zina already matching the giraffe's height with her body, a rippled chessboard of brown, white and black.
	“Mfmnggmpahaaafmm mp aha…” she panted, the air growing moist and dense ahead of her mouth, Zina biting her jaw shut and groaning through her teeth -Svsslchj- as she felt her jaw elongate, sinew stretched and re-knitting to sculpt a muzzle and wide, furred cheeks. 
	“Angngaah, haaafmmmggh,” she grunted and doubled over, -Crrthcst- -Cfrst- strains and tensions spiking through her clothing as she amassed bulk underneath, the fabric squealing as it tightened to attempt to conform to the previous human’s physique. Zina doubled over. -Cllrlrath- a rupture rended the white cloth for a mountain of black fluff to emerge. And a bulge at her rear protruded out of her pants, giving herself a wedging until-... -Xrryrrcrrtttcyk- the layers of fabric tattered as a black tail sprung forth, ejected from the husk of a nurse and whipping with a milky white, fur stripe trailing along the tail matching Zina's height. 
	“Oh, nonono, oh. Hookay, I am not doing this again,” Juanita cried out, forcing all the weight she could through her arms to heave herself up. But it only rattled the bed as Zina growled louder… Growling… Voice distorting, deep and feral. He kept jabbing into the bed frame, punching into it, hoisting his crotch up-… -Shllgpgh- -Chhrrlpgshh- His gut stirring, sloshing to and fro as pudding on a washing-machine. But she had yet to make progress. Only a frail thrashing and jostling as the fuzzy shadow loomed ever larger over her… Juanita squealed, shaking through the bed and feeling the wheels wiggle underneath her throes. Until -Cltch- a latch was undone, a wheel dislodged, and the balance was thrown off. The whole bed toppled, heaving out the giraffe like dough from a bowl. -Cttltpwtghs- She slammed into the floor belly first… the rest of her weight bounding into the sensitive gut and surging through his veins. “Ahh-aarrff-…” His voice was frail, disturbed by the impact, wracked with the pain from the fall and the implications there to… 
	“Mghaaw awmangh ooh why yeeea…” Zina howled out, arms hugging around her gut, straps of clothing trailed off her frame, caught in her fuzz. When opening its eyes, barely anything remained of the nurse, but a creature, a beast, a mephitidae. -Cllbgg- The curves on its legs, arms and abdomen swelling and bulking together, smoothing with padded musculature and luscious fat. -Gbbrrlglg- And a broiling in their depths, which demanded attention. She leaned down low, tail arching straight into the air… and then… relief. 
	-Bbbrrrffrrrrooooofmfmfprrth- A thundering hissing accompanied the storm of miasma, a frantic buttered bubbling of grease and bowel juices dispatched from the Skunk's rear. -Crltpts- The upturned bed, floor, and walls caught in the expanding cone of miasma salvo’d with speckles of green dewdrops, carrying the distilled essence of pungent vapours, redolent with salmon, sprinkled with pepper marinated in trash nectar, the atmosphere of the room drowned in the prickling, briny stench of decomposing dairy.


-Bhfmfoh- The door to Juanita's room rattled, and tendrils of fog filtered through the cracks of the door.  “Phahaaph,” Juanita panted heavily, choking on their own inhales as the toxic fumes burrowed past their gullet. The rancid atmosphere scrunching up his eyes to tears as she took in the broth of gaseous sewage wine… 
	-Bbrrffwwwrprpth- Another blast of miasma blanketed the room, penetrating through the fog with its fresh stench… Juanita soaked it in… mind aching in a haze, confounded by the lactic fumes, with their… deep rich undertones. “Mnfnffff,” she drew in another breath, enough to buff out his chest. It wasn't just foul. This stench was… intoxicating… -Bbrrfpfpwpthath- Another bout and Juanita turned his head. The smog was so dense he could barely see, but he followed the vapour, sniffing it in through rattled nostrils. The briny salt and mold married to a complex palette; a cultivated, blue cheese left to mature in humid gutters until it reached… -Pfltpthsp- perfection… Juanita felt his pliant, rubbery plush on his face, droplets of rectum dew -Sflpth- smearing onto her forehead and down his beard, it was the source… 
	“Mmfpha…” Juanita panted, draping their arms over the cushiony hind of the Skunk whilst they buried their face in the fat pucker, grinding their face into the moist velvet polymer texture of the hind. 
	“Mfmrmprooow fmowpggooa,” came from the Skunk, who steadied itself against the wall and instinctively jutted out their hips into Juanita's face. -Chrlrlpstah- A squelch of the pucker budding and buffering against their face, slapping them with fart residue. 
	Juanita moaned out in between coughs, unfurling his tongue to drape it over the wrinkled pit of plush, pink skin and soaking up the pungent residue. 
	-Bbfrr- The brim rippled, a creak spiralling up through the Skunk's body… -Fbbrrwwpppppprrofth- ground zero, a wafting huff of yeasty, aged limburger cheese vapours blowing over his olfactory and whipping past his hair, but also… -Gllgpgms- right down the giraffe's throat, as Juanita swallowed the gas and felt it -Cllgphthts- rustle and stretch his abdomen underneath him. “Phfhaa,” he huffed out trails of the smog, pushing deeper into the embrace of the pucker, plastering his lips to the gape… -Chrrlpghth- Another rumble…a surge of activity, but this, felt solid… 
	-Chrhrlrl- -Chrgghrrlpsghahg- -Chrrlspthth- The onslaught arrived in a fanfare of crinkles and churning squelches, Juanita felt the tremors of the pucker around her as the sludge roared past the brim and into his splayed mouth. The brushing of his mustache scraping up dew and slime from the pucker rippled all throughout the Skunk's frame, eliciting sweet chitters and moans from the feral behemoth. A mire of raw bowel fudge -Chhrrlpght- -Hghgururlgsh- waded through the sparce breath breaching between the pucker and Juanita's lips, the force pushing him back with the mammoth mound of bowel chocolate piping between him and the rear… The raw flavor shot shudders through his body, and in an instant Juanita crawled forwards -Cllrphath- -Cllpstaht- -Clps- scraping against tessellated patterns of fissured manure to plant back onto the pucker, sealing the loop from chute to chaps in a muddy union. -Glglphmpgh- -glglpgsmphajh- The gargantuan load of Skunk manure Juanita was nursing straight from the pit could as well have been the fanciest, most dignified, aged Havarti soaked in a one hundred year old whiskey for how generously Juanita was wolfing it down. -Gllgpbg- The giraffe’s gullet ballooning as the coil of steaming filth punctured through her neck straight down his guts. -Bbwnng- The onslaught of sludge packing away into his stomach, engorging the midriff with the swirling dunes of raw muck, inflating his gut to -Bbddwfmfmspths- dip and smush into the ground below, flattening under the burgeon of muck pumping down his neck. A distinctly separate bulge from that of his pregnancy, resting atop and partially moulding with the birth bump, highlighting the separation of womb and stomach by expanding the respective organs. 
	-Gbrhhgbg- -Gbbprrhhght- Vents of funky steam billowed past Juanita's face as he sucked down the great loaves. Lips suctioned ever tighter to the pit as the bowels relinquished the solids and gaseous loads. -Gllgmpgh- -Gglspgmaig- As he guzzled down kilos of putrid, sewage pickled terracotta, he felt his lips clasping ever tighter to the pucker; his face glued to the flesh under the vacuum of the dislodged Skunk fertilizer.. “Mmg gmpghag.” Juanita felt the tail end of a mound trickle over his teeth, tongue flicking up and applying pressure, sinking the depth charge of a mud mound down his throat. But as he pinched his lips together… -Chhhfrrllrsht- His muzzle sunk into the pit, in an instance the pink flesh bulldozed over his mouth, eyes, ears and shook over his ossicles before -Chrrlptsh- gliding down his neck. The vacuum had grown too heavy, and Juanita was there to even the pressure. -Shhrrlputthhh- The ring twitched over Juanita's long neck, suckling them in with a crinkle of -Ghrlalpgh- bowel grease smearing along their fur. 
	“Mfmpaghaa,” Zina growled and murred with a reverberation through their chest, pinching their thighs together over the Giraffe's shoulders and hoisting them upwards. -Chhrglptghhth- The plush buns clamping hard as steel to shovel the patient into the clutches of their bowels, cheeks gnawing and munching in kneading -Cllpth- motions to wedge Juanita's chest up the reverberating rectum. Thick unguents of the bowel’s by-products soaked into Juanita's fur, matting it slick to his body as he sunk into the abyss of walls clenching and moulding around him, ferrying him into the strong buzz of the rich stench enveloping them. Their heart beat faster as he felt -Kllrlprfht- the pit worming its way over it, sinking down over his breasts to thud against his gut. -Gbwbglg- The bloated midsection stretching the crawling walls of the pucker taut enough to smoothen every wrinkle along the skin. 
	Zina growled, panting out her breaths as she bucked her hips backwards, -Krrllspgthg-. A slick, squelching tug of war from the pucker warping and clamping around the bloated plug of a gut. And Juanita shuffled along with the motions, wiggling and revolving to shove himself deeper into the pit of the Skunk. 
	Zina wheezed and groaned, flicking her rear back with the entire tail to hoist Juanita up and let the plug of his body wedge inwards through gravity, but only bounced and bobbed the gut like a fishing lure. 
	“Mffn gmapghhaa,” Zina squeals and flashed her fangs. As a gurgle spikes through their frame. -Cpppwfrororoororprhth- a cloud of a noxious, pickled yogurt fart floods through the brim and splays their pucker wider, for the ass to chug down on the belly and clamp past the zenith of the gut… -Clplhghpth- -Slprhrhtpaht- The pressure forcing the bulwark of sludge in Juanita's belly to funnel through their bowels and deluge from under their white robes in a grizzly tube of twice-processed waste, squelching through like a sledge hammer'd tube of toothpaste and coiling together in a tangled log of rust brown grime -Scsppght- -Shrllspght-. -Cltpgh- As the throbs and squelches of the pucker echo out through the room, the rump devours Juanita's frame, packing him away like a sardine in their clotted bowels. The child bearing hips and plucky calves -Shhfrllrpth- swallowed up in the chugging clenches of the pucker, siphoning Juanita's frame into a folded bulge in the mutated Skunk's lower abdomen. 
	“Fmnwpg haa haaa ammhaa yaaa,” Zina wheezed out as they grind their bloated gut against the walls, humping into them as their brim squelches -Csstwwllp- shut over Juanita's hooves. The skunk savored their greasy congestion ferrying deeper and deeper up their bowels… until the stimulation would tire the beast out, lounging bundled up on the floor with their tail curled around their jostling abdomen. 


~ 1 ~


Juanita blinked. The mattress felt heavy and on her back, wet from sweat. Seems he had just… dozed off. May they'd given him some real strong stuff this time. Though they didn't want to wake up just yet, but the relief and excitement they felt about finally going through with this, brought him back to her senses… 
	-Grbbrgllpgghgah- He realised his eyes were open, and the walls around him shuffling, bending, warping around his frame. This wasn't a hospital bed. 
	“Hooonoo, oh, h-helfmmfpgh.” -Sllpgugh- She tried to scream out, but was silenced by a clench of the bowels. Some chyme clay was plastered around his shoulder and down his armpit, thick and musky like pudding, but sticky liked wet flour. He wormed and struggled, shuffling downwards, opposite the direction of the throbbing walls were guiding him towards. He could make it out of here, he must, after everything she's been through it was not going to end like… -Cllpstuhtght- an opening parted over his head, a gape that unleashed a sloughing mound of greasy bowel dough over his face, then slapped taut around his neck -Scllsptht- and drew him upwards. -Cshghotugsh-. 
	Juanita was heaved upwards by the pursed orifice, a splatter of acid infused batter cloying and smearing into him like corrosive putty. -Slpghbhghg- -Glpthghhhgt- It took everything just to shift his neck and surface through the bile dunes of stomach chyme morphing around their face in a boil of oily mulch, the walls breathing and constraining round him, kneading to work down their frame and soften up his supple tissue. When it constricted, the surface of the mulch raised -Vrrlgshsotp- slobbering over him before sinking back down, then up again, each clench working onto his muscles, grinding the steaming slop past his fur and into his skin, working him down like tough batter, each grind plying all the more through his flesh. 
	“Y-you promised,” Juanita pleaded, gargling tepid slurry as the gut muscles bore down on her again. -Chthhghg- And again -Chrllvpthht-. The air heavy to breath at each surface, reeking of chalk dissolved in sweat and tar fried with chilli. It stung to breathe, and each clench pummelled into his chest, wedging him down, breaking them apart, slowly, but surely… it was… so exhausting… Eventually -Chrlpgthaht- Juanita didn't resurface. Only a buckle in the mulch rose in the clench, -Kbrlprgh- bubbling away as the gut incubated and brewed its first, proper meal… 


~ 2 ~


“Pardon the wait, Mrs. Fernando De La Rosa.” A nurse said as she opened the door to the holding room. She was certain someone had already been sent out to this patient, “we will have you good and ready foooaaahf-. Pawawfheek.” She hawked and grimaced as she was hit by a wall of stench, the kind of odour that prickled her skin with moisture. Eyes straining to stare into the clouded room, and make out a shape of black and white looming in the middle of the room. 
	“Mfmmf pawmpaha awawmf fmhfha,” The Skunk moaned and shuddered. Both its paws back at their hind, sinking into their ass and spreading their legs wide as a tidal wave of gutter clay barrelled out of their splayed pucker. -Cchgphtht- -Krlsplbhrrplgh- The pink pit engorged around the girth of raw bowel-fudge pudding crawling through the brim in a crinkling squeal of windows polished with butter and stake -Chrlrpth- -Cglrpghhg- -Clslpghth- -Twrrllsph-. The mounds slapping and bending down over the upturned bed, slugging in thigh wide bales, loaves of tart sludge in between the legs of the bed, filling up the area with the steaming umber clay. -Fbbrrpfrrroothf- A noxious huff of smog plumped out of the rear, speckling the mound ahead with dewdrops of bowel nectar, a glistening, sickly green to trickle and wobble down the fractures of the manure balm mounds as they decanted from the grand ass. The scraps of robes -Llrrllcth- -Llrrslltch- and jumbled bones -Clslpth- sprung up as the mound of filth passed the pucker, the pressure unearthing the tainted, browned skeletal matter and -Klptrlcht- dislodging neck vertebra like a pez dispenser. 
	“Mmfmpwfah amamfmawah,” the Skunk kept moaning and hissing through their teeth, gradually burying the shambles of a bed in the putrid skunk-pie. 
	“What is all that-fpwahg paaa, Ooaaowah that's, my nose…” Another passing nurse wheezed and dropped her notepad to over her face. 
	“We've got a situation on our hands… you should call the security department to-…” The first nurse began. Then paused. Something… didn't quite add up. The noises were dissociated with the scene ahead of her. Her ears twitched. Listening... -ppff- -fpwpt- -pfpwpt- faintly…from the surrounding holding areas, rumbles of flatulence and the odd moan or squelch, the more she thought of it, the more she heard. She closed the door and turned to the nurse. “Actually, we might need to escalate this further…”