Petcycling with a view
(Soft vore, digestion, disposal, item recovery from snake poop)
 
 
The man smiled when he was called to a family who had taken in a runaway dog. He had been waiting for this for weeks now and finally I'd paid off once more to volunteer for the graveyard shift at animal control.
“No worries, I will drive right over and take him off your hands, then he can be returned to his owner. Thank you for helping the poor dog out.”
However, in his mind, the dog’s rightful owner and new home was his seven meter long python.
 
He already felt excited to feed his girl something good again. Her last big dog had been a while ago and he loved seeing her fat and happy. The people on the phone had just said I've was a large dog and that the tag on his collar was engraved with the name Cody. It was completely dark and cold outside when he pulled up and stepped out of his work van. A large pet box in one hand and a loop on a stick in the other, he walked up to the nice homes and rang the bell.
 
Already he could hear the dog bark excitedly, probably expecting his owner and visibly disappointed when a stranger in a jump suit materialised instead. The man was struggling to contain his excitement when he looked down at a big fluffy Alaskan Malamute. That was a very handsome, very expensive and notably well kept dog. And in around ten days he was going to be his pet snake’s droppings. His colleagues never knew about his little side project and never questioned an empty report the morning after. It was not like there were a lot of patterns to runaway pets and strays besides every summer being the season for abandoned christmas puppies and coincidentally fat pet snakes.
 
With Cody eventually boxed and after thanking the family for saving the poor guy from being lost forever or run over by car, he returned to his workplace. Cody was calmly napping in the cage after having been sedated and the guy spent the remainder of his shift enjoying a large gallery of dog photos, just that they all had his pet’s belly scales draped around them. This one might be a worthwhile challenge for the python's jaws but probably an easy exercise for her stomach. Thanks to his job he managed to keep her on an exclusively canine diet for almost five years now and by now he even managed to make a bit of money off the morbid footage he collected during the course of her feedings.
 
Finally the sun showed on the horizon and the day shift poundguard arrived on time. By then the man had smuggled Cody into his personal car already, then left after reporting another quiet night without any work.
“No wonder you keep volunteering for graveyard shift” his colleague said with no clue to the true reason.
After a short drive he was home and once he was sure no neighbours were looking, he rushed into his house with the heavy cage in his arms. Cody was going to keep the snake fed for months, or until he could organise another dog.
Once safely behind closed doors the man started to prepare his pet’s next meal. One of the lovely features of Cody was that he was still in one of those fancy harnesses people bought nowadays to clip a leash on. “They should have saved on this and gotten a sturdier leash instead” he chuckled as he looked at the frayed bit of fabric where the dog had pulled it apart during play or some such. This harness was the perfect base for him to attach a few globular cameras to Cody. They were nice ones meant for water sports, making them conveniently resistant to ingress of liquids and reasonable pressures, like the environment inside his pet python's belly. The plastic cases were made of polypropylene, making them arbitrarily acid resistant for his purposes. Soon he would kick back and watch Cody dissolve on a nice big screen.
“God bless Bluetooth” he snickered as he connected his phone to the cameras and mirrored it on his TV. For now it was just an image of his living room but that was about to change.
 
 
He carried Cody over to the big terrarium spanning the far side of his living room. Inside of it a gorgeous, massive albino python raised her head, eagerly flicking her forked tongue at the large fluffy prey. Finally she was being fed again and there was a clear hunger visible in her slitted eyes. He hefted the sleeping camera equipped dog into a kind of funnel built into the large plastic box his snake lifted in. He had specifically built it to prevent her from constricting live prey. Thinks had been rough at first but by now this contraption and his well practiced pet allowed him to get off to a real squirming snake belly bloated by live kicking prey every other month or so. A lot of her smaller meals sadly suffocated on their way down her throat, greatly limiting their entertainment value. But he already knew Cody would be good.
 
Shoved into the funnel, separated only by a kind of lid from hungry, waiting jaws, Cody slowly woke up after being given a shot to counteract the strong sedative. The Alaskan Malamute blinked, confused by his new surroundings. He wanted to lick his nose but his muzzle had been bound shut by leather strings. He had no idea the material had been chosen specially to easily digestible, just like him. Instead he snarled at the white and yellow reptile at the other side of the plastic barrier. He could not see it well but the size and smell of the creature were concerning. Then the barrier was removed and he started to slide a little deeper. Even before his snout entered the terrarium properly the python's unhinged jaws shot into the tube to meet him. Dozens of needle teeth grabbed his skin and while his snarls turned into whines, the dog was forced to impotently witness his own consumption as his legs were restrained by the plastic tube he was stuck in. There was no way back as the snake pulled on him and let him choose between going deeper and tearing his own skin off. The soft friendly pet dog submitted, squirming only as much as his pain tolerance and confined space allowed while the reptile becan casually devouring him whole and alive. His whines turned particularly heartbreaking when the snake’s maw yawned over his face and the pink slimy flesh of it's inside pushed itself over his eyes. From here on in he was mostly blind, the gullet in the middle of consuming him only illuminated by the light of the camera on his head. In a cruel twist, the snake owner’s eagerness to directly capture his pet’s gastric performance forced Cody to be able to see ahead and there was nothing but bright pink convulsing flesh hungrily ushering him deeper, all the way to the source of the sharp sour smell assaulting his nostrils.
 
A lot of animals had gone down the snake's gullet over the years. It had cost thousands of lives to get her to the point where she could casually eat an adult dog. For years she had been slurping down rodents, sometimes by the dozen. Then rats, hamsters, eventually chicken. Then, when she had matured to occasionally empty the animal pound’s cat cages, that was when her growth really took off since her food started to be for free. Kind of. The man still had box with various tags, collar latches and chips he had filtered out of his pet's droppings, which used to be other people's pets. That was also when she and the photos he took of her feedings gained fans. Eventually they had talked him into feeding her dogs. After some hesitation he agreed and found she absolutely loved them. Besides, they make the indisputably sexiest bulges, as Cody was demonstrating now.
“Here goes Cody, pet dog to pet snake shit number seventy eight” he huffed excitedly as the python jaws closed a little again when the dog’s big head entered her throat properly. Again the snake pulled, jerking the dog from his confinement into the terrarium only to swiftly engulf the furry snack she made available to her hungry throat. He could hear the dog whine on his way down, not surprised the animal was very reluctant to become a bulge. He knew it was not fair what he was doing. Not to Cody, not to his owner. However this whole deal was about pampering his snake and his desire to watch her bulge around live prey and he cared so much more about the latter two.
“Thank you for raising such excellent snake food” he said to himself as he watched the snake skillfully using the funnel to not have to put up with the dog's twitching front legs. They just went straight from being stuck in that chute to being stuck in her throat.
 
Gulp by gulp the bulge in her tubular body grew and skin showed between spreading scales as Cody’s wide muscular chest vanished into the snake. Her drooling maw slipped over his reddish-brown and white fur much more quickly now that the widest part of the prey was ingested. Every now and then the advancing jaws also hid another camera, making it really hard for the snake's owner to switch between arouusedly staring at his feeding snake and the livestream of the horrified dog’s point of view.
 
He had seen so many dogs being forced to wear his hungry girl’s scales for a few days but this new view of seeing slimy drooly strings between convulsing throat walls parted an advancing snout was incredible. The equipment he used to film this cost north of a month's salary but even if his pet’s fans were not showering him in donations afterwards It was still worth it. Cody might be a chunky soup within the next 48 hours and in 60 he will be thickening liquid in his pet’s winding guts, but this video will live on and be climaxed to for years to come.
 
Soon the snake's beautiful maw climbled over the dog's hips. The las camera was now ingested, as have been the dog's mating tool the snake owner had been rightfully jealous of. With all danger from her prey now diminished, the python pulled the rest of the dog from the chute and flopped onto the sawdust bedding. Just like the snake leather covered body, Cody's legs were still kicking, still trying to resist while his bushy tail failed to fold between his legs. He merely dusted off his predator’s head while her advancing jaws pushed his legs to straighten out.
Now safe from being filmed, the man opened the roof of the terrarium and felt over the bulge sliding deeper into his pet. He could feel her methodical peristalsis distinctly from her prey's desperate, irregular struggles. When he looked on his TV and saw that he could see the imprint of his hand in the gullet opening up before Cody, he nearly came.
 
By the time her owner realised she was about to conclude her meal, only the dog's paws were resting in her maw. Her jaws looked close to normal now but the massive bulge creeping towards her middle told of their tiring adventure. She ignored the click clacks of the camera pointed at her face and instead focussed on pulling up and folding her spine towards her head. While her teeth prevented the dog from sliding back out her spine, now taking on an s shape further up, dragged her throat along, pulling her gullet over the delicious canine like a sock. Then, once she was satisfied with her progress, the python straightened her spine again, pushing her head forwards, well over the dog's paws. She yawned victoriously, then closed her maw to conclude her meal. It had been exhausting, but the whole dog was inside her now. Every little scrap of his being was hers now, locked inside her digestive tract to be utterly consumed. She laid down her head, looking backwards in deep satisfaction at the massive bulge slowly drifting towards her stomach as she soaked up her owner's warm rubs.
 
After a long slow glide through the snake's slimy gullet Cody finally arrived in his soft, acid drooling grave. At least her stomach was that if one discounted what would happen to his digested remains later. Even though the dog was fighting what his instincts told him was certain death for several minutes by then, his reaction to being deposited in a vividly active snake stomach still showed a steep incline in pitiful whines and desperate squirms. More roomy and elastic than the throat before, the serpent’s stomach allowed the dog to actually kick out and move his head, causing his diffuse but discernable shape to wiggle around.
“Good boy Cody. Be a nice dog now and melt for me, yes? Keep my pretty girl fat and happy.” The man cooed as he stroked up and down the albino python's smooth scales, enjoying the rippling sensation of the gaps between the individual scales and the motion between them as his pet's food continued to struggle in vain. Eventually nature and the soon to be liquefied dog were going to take their course, no matter how much the healthy snake meal objected to the inevitable.
 
Cody lasted a lot longer than most dogs and satisfied in the knowledge he got to feel the sting of his girl’s digestive juices, the man patted the stuffed belly a final time after the dog finally expired. He then leaned back on a couch, his eyes glued to the screen where he watched from four different camera angles how his snake's stomach was secreting acids and enzymes from its slimy walls any massaged them gently into the still warm dog, essentially basting her food in flesh and bone melting liquids. He rejoiced in watching the dog sitting in a literal pool of stomach juices which gradually turned darker as they fulfilled their purpose and dissolved the canine’s skin. Soon patches of white and slowly bleaching brown fur were gently scooped off reddened and swollen skin. He kept on watching until the first layers of flesh started to show once the dog's skin was reduced to the consistency of butter left out in the sun. Only then, several hours later, he fell asleep.
 
The following morning he woke up and after he saw on the screen that several of the cameras were showing bright exposed bones on the dog's flanks and skull while a tall puddle of liquefied canine slowly drifted towards the python's pyloric sphincter, his erection immediately decided he was going to call in sick. The view provided by the cameras was downright divine and he was glued to the screen as it showed slow methodical peristalsis delaminating the complex tissue structure of the Alaskan Malamute and all the muscles he used to run, jump and play around with. All of that was going to become extra padding on his cold blooded beauty and one ungodly huge dump in the end. He had barely been able to lift Cody up yesterday but he knew in one week the dog would neatly fit into a small bucket. He marvelled at the reptile’s digestive tract’s strength and efficiency when he finally got off the couch and walked over to her with a smile on his face and a stethoscope in his hand. He petted her belly, shuddering when he felt how soft and bloated it felt. The rapid digestion was releasing glasses which caused the bulge to be far less dog shaped than before and conveniently generated space in which the ingested cameras could film nicely. He then put the stethoscope to her midsection, listening to his pet’s pulse, the periodic churning of her stomach and the wonderfully moist sounds of liquid Cody already being pumped into her winding intestines.
“The sounds of another dog becoming snake shit.” He marvelled as he glanced over to a few shelves on which he had collected indigestible mementos from many of Cody's predecessors. Jars filled with bleached fur, nearly digested collars and dulled claws were lined up, labelled with photos or descriptions of the animal which provided the contents. Cody was going to get one of the bigger containers to fit his harness and all.
 
During the second night of Cody's digestion the man nearly managed to jizz on the TV screen six feet away from his couch when his pretty snake moved to drink some water and the bending of her body caused Cody to burst open. For hours her stomach juices and peristalsis had licked away at his abdomen and that little squeeze was finally enough to rip his thinned and weakened flesh apart, causing one of the cameras dangling from the now far too wide harness to get dunked in various dog guts. That view angle would remain an amorphous red brown haze until the snake managed to melt all obstructions off the lens. After this, the man walked back over to the terrarium, kissed the by now shrinking stomach bulge and thanked both animals for the amazing display, before going to bed.
 
Overnight the python's stomach did a very good job of cleaning both the cameras and Cody's bones. By the time the man got back to his living room again, he realised that the size of the dog hardly mattered to his pet's stomach. Three ish days was all it took to melt any and all soft parts of their body. His pet looked a lot slimmer now, but with a knowing gaze he noted that the Malamute’s mass had just been distributed more evenly. The coils below her stomach had actually expanded greatly while just some bones and other indigestibles remained inside her stomach.
When he firmly stroked her victorious belly he gawked at the screen in flesh excitement when he saw one camera showing a different hue of fleshy pink and a lot of green brown former dog chyme. Looking at the other views confirmed his hopes. The snake was actually passing the entire harness, cameras and all. After calling his boss saying his cold got worse, he spent the entire day watching his cameras joining the surrounding paste on a ride through his pet, final stop: reptile waste.
 
However the second half of snake digestion took a whole week. The man resumed his work, only occasionally watching the brown muck covering his entire video feed turning darker. His pet's belly was properly empty again but she was already wearing a lot of Cody on her coils as a fresh soft layer of fat. But all things must come to an end and finally it was time for her to return her belly’s tenant to nature. Or her terrarium at least. It took a good bit of work from her to finally get the big load of recycled canine dislodged but once Cody started to leave her cloaca, thick, rounded logs of compacted mushy snake crap piled up quickly. With her tail tip raised she slowly moved forwards, coating the covered distance in thick wet globs of waste. Dulled bits of claws and the hollowed shells of teeth showed that this magnificent predator just concluded digesting another one. Finally she laboured over expelling the crumbled bones with the caked in harness and camera collection. Her cloaca widened more than before and accompanied. By a swell of liquid from her guts, the obstruction was removed and crowned the wreckage she had left behind. This sad, smelly bucketload of shiny slimy compacted reptile poop is all that was left of the dog who was searched according to a hundred posters at the other end of town. No one would recognise Cody now, not even if his remnants were placed under one of the missing pet posters. Only the bleached and mangled harness might give the dump’s identity away.
 
But that was not where these items were going. With a smile on his face and a damp tent in his jeans the man scooped the messy droppings up into a large bucket with a sieve in it. He then proceeded to add a lot of water and started to knead and churn around the dense logs of snake shit, feeling the claws, bone splinters and enamel shells around his fingers as he worked. Finally he dumped the brown water into his toilet and what remained in the sieve was the best dog panning so far. A lot of fur had survived and travelled through his pet. Wrapped up in the fur were all the telltale signs of a big dog having gone through a very strong stomach. With glee he filled these trophies into a large jar like his grandma used to store self made pickles in. Finally he removed the cameras from the harness and draped this crowning piece around the well filled jar and put it on his shelf.
“If you keep being so incredibly hungry, I will have to start stacking these.”