Looking at the staff of Brown Bowels Inc. (The world’s leading producer of scat), one would assume that the company didn’t hire humans. Considering the anthro population outnumber the human population ten-to-one (And the fact that humans are delicious, and thus don’t last very long), this would make sense. However, the opposite holds true, as a notable portion of Brown Bowels Inc.’s hires are human. Of course, said hires are for very limited-time positions, such as materials for their waste or cumdumps in the break rooms. Some humans do manage to secure higher positions, but it’s never very long until their coworkers decide that they would be better off as lumpy mess.
 
Thats why Natalie liked being a night janitor.
 
Janitors are a vital role for Brown Bowels Inc. According to a survey last year the company ranked #1 in workplace “accidents”, such as shit in the cubical and cumstains on the carpet. While the company has since taken moves to limit these accidents (Such as those aforementioned cumdumps), messes are still all-too-common. Not only do these stink up the space, but shit that goes anywhere but the collection vat is considered a loss of product.
 
Natalie crept through one of the many office floors, checking each cubical for messes. The human was quite tall, with a rather slim figure and nerdy glasses. A silver jacket covered her perky breasts with a thick pair of sweatpants over her shapely ass. Her brunettehair was in a ponytail and her fingernails were painted a pretty pink (though due to the nature of her job, there were some hints of brown underneath). She was one of the few humans to have a permanent position in the company, mainly due to the fact that she didn’t have to interact with her voracious anthropomorphic coworkers nearly as often.
 
The human held a shovel in one hand and dragged a massive cart behind her. The cart was half-filled with a brown, reeking mess she’d have to dump into the collection vat at the end of her shift. For messes too loqudily to be scooped up with the shovel, a mop and bucket was attached to the back of the cart. She had to make use of it on this floor’s break room- One of the human cumdumps ended up melting into a pool of jizz after swallowing some especially potent anthro nut, no doubt thanks to one of r&d’s crazy expirments.
 
Natalie sighed as she opened the door to a conference room, finding that the meeting table had a long turd draped across it from top to bottom. “Ugh, just great…” She groaned, entering the room and dragging the cart inside. Since anthros were usually several feet long on either axis, the doors were quite large, allowing her to fit the cart inside without issue. “Okay, let’s get this over with.” She shook her head, gripping her shovel tightly. Natalie didn’t hate her job or anything, even if she wasn’t as obsessed with their products as some of her kinkier peers. It pays well, and it being a night job gives her time to attend school as well. The only problem was how damn horrifying it was.
 
She was in the heart of a company with a 92% human mortality rate, even if the company liked to refer to it as “repurposing”. There were a few other night janitors around, all of whom she made sure to stay away from lest she become part of the mess they all strove to clean up. Plus, there was always the fact a worker could come in after hours for whatever reason… Couple that with the ever-present smell and dreadful silence (She doesn’t wear headphones, she wants to keep her ears pried for footsteps.), and it felt like she was in a horror movie! A really kinky horror movie…
 
Natalie jumped up onto the desk and rolled the collection cart to her side. Wielding her shovel, she started from one end. She cut into the log near the base before scooping it up into the shovel and dumping it into the cart. This wasn’t a clean cut by any means, the mushy log leaving a nasty stain on the table. She’ll get as much as she can in and mop up the rest.
 
As she scooped and dumped, Natalie’s mind wandered to what might have happened here. Someone definitely got eaten, that’s for sure. Maybe some kind of meeting between the higher ups, with only one survivor? No. There’d be way more shit if that was the case. Maybe a retirement party? There’s no real retiring at Brown Bowels, though. You either work your whole life or get turned into “product”. Judging by the length of the log, she figured it was probably the remains of two or three anthros, depending on their size. They were probably either slacking off or fucking in here, then their boss walked in and… Yeah, that was probably it.
 
Natalie sighed. She wasn’t sure how to feel about anthros. They were really sexy, that’s for sure. Huge bodies, massive bits… Plus, she could appreciate a girl with an appetite! On the other hand, just about all her friends and family were anthro turds or condom-filler by now. Win some, lose some, she supposed.
 
When she was halfway through the log, she heard something that made her heart drop: Footsteps. “Oh shit-“ She muttered, cupping her mouth and dropping the shovel. Loud, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and they were getting closer. She frantically looked around for a place to hide, but thee was nothing she would fit behind. Could she close the curtains to the glass wall? No, that would make too much noise. She looked up at the massive cart she had been shoveling shit into. There was still plenty of room… “No, I can’t-” She shook her head. She couldn’t possibly stoop that low, right? But if she doesn’t she’ll be ending up in that cart anyway…
 
Fuck it, it’s the only option.
 
Natalie grabbed onto the top of the cart and hoisted herself up. The shit inside kept it balanced, preventing it front toppling over on her. The bottom was filled with a mass of various shades of brown, the smell making her eyelids heavy. She hesitated for a moment before closing her eyes and jumping in. Big mistake. She didn’t stick the landing, falling back-first into the pile with a wet SPLAT!
 
She bit her lip to stop herself from audibly wretching. The textures beneath ranged from solid and sticky to wet and slimy, her body starting to sink deeper as she tried to reposition herself. She took a big breath of the tainted air and held it, the footsteps getting closer and closer before… stopping.
 
Creeeeeeak…
 
Natalie felt a pang of fear as the door to the conference room opened and the person hobbled inside.
 
GORRRGLGLGLLL
 
MFHFHRHHHHHHH!
 
“Oh hush, you.” A sassy, southern voice boomed, patting their struggling gut. “It’s not my fault I caught ya slacking! You’re a janitor, hun. You’re supposed to clean shit, not play with it!”
 
Natalie slowed her breathing. Sounds like a higher up. What were they doing back at this hour? She’s heard through the grapevine that there’s been some tension between the higher ups recently. Apparently, one of the highest ranking ones got eaten by an employee, leaving a power vacuum many were desperate to fill. Was this one here for some sort of cooperate sabotage? By the sound of it, one of her fellow janitors was stewing away in that stomach…
 
“I mean, we all like our scat here, hun. But save your fetishes for when you’re off the clock! Same reason I had to take care of these two slackers in here earlier today… Huh, were you in the middle of cleaning em up? That’s one of them collection carts, if I ain’t mistaken. No- You were assigned one of the lower floors… Meaning there’s another slacker around here somewhere!”
 
It took every ounce of strength for Natalie to not gasp. She’s onto her! But, if she can just stay quiet… (Ugh, she’ll have to wash up good after this, it’s in her hair…)
 
“Ah well, I’ll take care of them later. I was gonna show you what happens to slackers around here, using those two sluts as an example. But you’re already halfway digested, no point in spitting you back out now…” The voice sighed. (Why even eat them in the first place? Natalie had no idea…)
 
MFHFH! PLSHMFH!
 
“Sorry hun, guess I gotta turn you into rhino shit!”
 
GROOGGL- CRNCH!~
 
BWOORRRRRRRRP!~
 
Natalie tensed up at that, fear consuming her. At least it was over now, right?
 
“Phew! Alright sweetie pie, let’s get you packed away into this here collection cart!”
 
Oh no.
 
The cart wobbled side to side as the higher up climbed on top. Natalie’s view was eclipsed by a massive, leathery rhino ass. The mighty pred gave a loud grunt, her asscheeks spreading wide before…
 
FBRLRRRRRRRT!
 
A powerful, arid wave of gas blasted the insides of the cart, the sheer force causing Natalie to sink deeper into the shitty stew. Her eyes went wide as she saw a greasy, massive log of shit start to creep out of the rhino’s rubbery, filthy asshole.
 
Oh FUCK no.
 
SBRRRLFORROOLORT!
 
As soon as that log cutter clamped the first log off, a nasty, sputtering shitstorm came forth. The wet, sloppy logs splattered the cart, piling onto Natalie like a relentless hail. Natalie’s view turned from silver to brown as the logs hit her body, burying her in a literal world of shit. The smell made her eyes water, her eyes mouth shut tight as she let out a muffled scream. She was getting buried deeper and deeper, her back touching the cold bottom of the cart. The shit around her was somehow still warm, it was almost soothing… Or it would be, if it wasn’t so horrifying! Natalie couldn’t hear anything over the sound of shit sloshing wetly around her, but she felt the downwards pressure slowly decrease, before eventually stopping. Finally, it was over…
 
Something grabbed Natalie by the head. She was yanked out from the shitty slurry and into the air, staring right into the eyes of the Rhino who had unknowingly subjected her to a shitty torment. It was Miss. Rhonda, one of the higher ups of the company. She wore a suit over her oversized gut, though she syndrome have any pants. Natalie suspects she didn’t have any to begin with, either. A fat, flaccid rhino dick dangled between her legs, easily the size of the human. Natalie was frozen in fear. This was it, she was going to be eaten!
 
“So, you thought you could SLACK off in here, eh? You probably got some sick kick outta me shitting on ya!”
 
“N-No, I swear-“
 
“Well, if you like SHIT so much, then-“ Rhonda snarled, lifting Natalie into the air and opening her gaping, wet maw… Before closing it. “Wait… Are you a human?”
 
“Uh… Y-Yes?”
 
“Oh. Alright, lemme get you clean.”
 
Rhonda tossed Natalie onto the conference table and squatted over her, once again revealing her bare, now-messy ass before
 
FBRLRRRRRORRRRRRRRRRT!
 
A second, even nastier wave of rank gas washed over Natalie at point-blank, blasting the shitsmears away. Somehow, this got the shit off of her skin and hair, though her suit remained unclean. At least she wouldn’t have to shower, now. Rhonda hopped off the table, causing the floor to rumble under her as she wiped her ass with her hands.
 
“Alright hun, get back to work.”
 
“Eh?” Natalie blinked, sitting up. The smell had made her a little loopy, the stink covering her body. “Y… You’re not gonna eat me?”
 
“Naw, I’m on a no-human diet. I clearly need it, too!” Rhonda chuckled, patting her sagging stomach. “Besides, humans like you are too rare to eat! I’d hate to feast on something endangered, especially when they’re so dang cute~”
 
“O-Oh my… W-Well uh, thanks for… not killing me?” Natalie blinked, shocked beyond all belief. A no-human diet, was that even a thing?
 
“Oh, anytime sweetie! Matter of fact, you seem like quite a catch! You must be a talented little human to have a (relatively) prestigious job like this, plus you gotta be under 200 pounds, right?” She asked. When their dicks, stomachs and tits were taken into account (Along with whoever and whatever was inside them.), anthros were usually on the heavier side. “Wanna grab lunch sometime? I can grab a slacker or two, and you can have… uh, whatever humans eat!”
 
Natalie felt herself blush, placing a hand on her cheek and leaving a shitty imprint. “I-I… R-Really? I-I mean, I-I’d love to!”
 
“Good~” Rhonda smiled, giving Natalie a peck on the cheek, right where her hand had been before pulling out a business card. “Here’s my number. Gimme a call~”
 
Natalie took the card and looked it over. Rhonda Horny: Head of Human Resources. “… We have a Human Resources?” She asked. Natalie knew there was an Anthro Resources Department, but any human who went there usually ended up as the secretary’s snack…
 
“Well, someone’s gotta look out for cuties like you~” Rhonda smiled, heading to the door. “Now get back to work before a real maneater catches ya!”
 
“Y-Yes ma’am!” Natalie replied, straightening her spine and giving a salute. As Rhonda walked out the door, she gave a sigh of relief and got back to shoveling the log, her face a blushing, smeared mess.
 
“I love this job…”