“Er, I just speak into this? Are you sure?” said a naked woman sitting alone in an interrogation room. She shifted uncomfortably in the cold metal chair, shivering slightly as a soft blow of cold air poured out onto her from a vent in the ceiling above her.
 
 
There was a pop from the speakers, followed by a voice, “yes, Ms. Kellogg, just tell us, every detail, it's very important.”
The speakers clicked off, although the woman in the room wouldn't forget the voice. Even through the distortion, she could tell it was an old white man, pockets with holes burned in them to let his cash happen its way into experimental military technology. She could tell, she could always tell with people like that.
 
 
The details of his request seemed to hit her ears and find its way up to her cheeks. A blush of pinks and reds flushed her cheeks, and she glanced at the obvious two-way mirror.
“E-everything?” she asked. Her eyes fluttered, trying to both look at the mirror and avoid it.
 
 
Behind it, the man at the microphone pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, Ms. Kellogg, everything.” He said, the microphone on. While off, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. Working with this woman had been such a pain, but she was the only Gutter they'd managed to have willingly participated in this experiment.
 
 
“God, she's stupid.” He sighed to himself, the seven other men, all of them over 45 years old and white as paper, sniggered just enough to he professional, then went silent.
 
 
One of the men, standing just behind the man with the microphone and wearing a large, greatly decorated green military suit, stepped forward with a perverted grin on his face. “She’s got a great rack, though. And that ass, it’s amazing! It’s almost…”
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“Pear-shaped, Marissa, always has been.”
 
 
Marissa frowned, standing in front of a mirror with her ass facing a body length mirror. “Not always! I swear, it was not that big until after I ate that fat chick who came up to me in the women's department a few days ago. I still can’t believe you let me do that! You have to take better care of me, you’re going to let me get fat!”
 
 
Attached to the collar around Marissa’s neck (piercing her neck and hooked to her spine, ready to send a lethal dose of electricity into her nervous system at a moments notice) was a red leash leading down to the floor and then back up to the hand of the other woman in the changing booth.
She had curly ginger hair and a constellation of freckles on her cheeks and over her nose, above a smug grin but below a pair of eyes staring directly at the thick, juicy ass of her Gutter.
“So this is my fault?” She asked, her eyes unwaveringly glued to the bouncing booty.
 
 
Marissa turned, hands on her very wide hips. “How is it not!? You’re in charge of me while we’re at work,” she raised her hands to make air quotes, “‘Mistress Rebecca,’ so you are responsible for all of my actions from the moment you clock us in for work until you clock us out.”
 
 
Rebecca chuckled, her soft emerald eyes reluctantly finding their way up to Marissa’s piercing blue glare. “Even when you ate her without my permission? Because you had wandered off while I was helping a customer and found her stripping in the middle of the store and ate her on your own?”
 
 
There was a falter in the Gutters hard expression, and she started blushing. “W-well, I had to, she was stripping in the middle of the store! You know I always follow the rules, and the rules say I have to stop anyone not obeying the rules by any means necessary-
 
 
“And tackling her to the ground and swallowing her whole was the necessary approach to that? I doubt you even bothered to learn the name of the store because the only reason you memorized any of the rules is because they give you an excuse to stuff that tummy of yours.” Rebecca said this calmly and watched with delight as her partner froze like a deer in headlights.
Her eyes danced, scanning for something to divert to, and her brain raced for a snarky comeback, sweat pouring down her forehead as time quickly ran out.
 
 
Left with nothing, Marissa let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine, we can have sex tonight. But would you stop-”
Her objection was interrupted by a deep, passionate kiss, Rebecca throwing herself upon the massive body of her partner. With reasons to hesitate fading Marissa relented and opened her lips, allowing the small but intrusive tongue to stick its way into a much larger mouth. No matter how many times they did this, the Gutter could never get over the sweet, rough and slimy taste of Rebecca's mouth. She went crazy at night, thinking of turning this kiss into something more, but she would never dare. Losing Rebecca would destroy her, she could ever bring herself to consume the lovely, kind, sweet, tasty, succulent, juicy flesh of her most beloved mea- friend.
 
 
The kiss broke, a strand of saliva dripping between their lips. Marissa couldn’t help but look at the growing bulge in Rebecca’s tight skirt. “Jeremy, the cashier, he’s been slacking lately and the boss told me he’s to be ‘evacuated’ from his current position. Come on, I want to hear his screams as I pound your ass tonight~!”
 
 
“-stop making me eat people so you can get off to them digesting inside me,” Marissa finished under her breath. “Could you at the very least stop recording me while I eat them?”
Rebecca, already out of the changing booth and quickly running out of leash, called out in a sing-song voice. “No~!”
Marissa sighed, getting a move on to catch up with her owner. “The things I do for love.”
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“What are you doing?” The speakers popped on, making Ms. Kellogg jump.
“I’m… I’m sorry?” she said.
The man with the microphone groaned, turning them on and replying in a hostile tone. “You’re going to be if you keep screwing around! Tell us what happened!”
  “I’m trying to! You said everything, well, this is part of that!” Ms. Kellogg whined, huddling into her chair.
 
 
The man in the decorated army uniform rested his hand on his colleague's shoulder. “Just let her tell it how she wants to tell it, we have literally all day,” he said, grinning ear to ear.
 
The microphone man pricked his ears as he heard the tight pants of the Military General tighten and shift several times, and looking down he noticed a movement in the bulge that was quite unnatural.
  “Have you got a civilian in your underwear getting you off while attending a highly classified interrogation in order to masturbate to the interrogation story!?”
  “Of course not,” The General said, “I’ve got a coworker getting me off. One of our field agents, a Negress with a nice toned body. Took me a while to break her, but now she knows her place.” The man pat his bulging junk and gave a wicked chuckle, standing tall and proud.
 
 
On the other side of the glass, Ms. Kellogg made a bold move in the form of lightly tapping on the microphone in front of her. “Should I continue, or-”
 
 
“Yes!” The man on the microphone shouted, “Goddammit woman!”
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“Yes! Oh my God, yes, yes, yes!” Rebecca moaned, standing at the edge of her bed and slamming her hips forward and skewering her Gutters massive, dripping pussy. She could feel the lips grasp around her every time she hilted herself, trying to pull her in more.
Marissa held in her gasps and moans, rubbing her tummy as the boy inside pounded and screamed in agony. She was rocked back and forth by Rebecca’s hips slamming into hers, and it was causing her stomach acids to wash over the kid in her stomach who could only be around 19-20 years old. She tried to block out his thrashing and screams, instead focusing on enjoying the rough, steady pounding that her owner was giving her.
“I love the way he’s crying in there, nothing but a whiny baby!” Rebecca laughed, shoving herself all the way in and lowering herself onto the bulging, round tummy. “Can you hear me, Jeremy? Sitting in my Gutters digestive acids like the food you are? I made her eat you, just so you know, I had to force her to.
“Come on, don’t do that to him!” Marissa said but was shushed by her owner.
  “She is too nice, she doesn’t see that you’re a weak little soon-to-be shit who’s no good even as fat on her ass.” She said, smacking the fat belly and making her pet wince from the pain.
 
 
Inside, the boy had devolved to sobbing, weakly beating his hands on the slimy, disgusting walls of the stomach. His skin was starting to tingle from the acids, and he couldn’t think properly from the slowly diminishing air and the increase of fumes. They made his head spin, and his breathing rapid, along with forcing his dick into a constant, painful arousal. Or that was from a concussion and the following priapism when he smacked his head on the ground while being eaten alive by the eight-foot Gutter. At first, he was mad at her, but now the bitch taunting him made it clear it wasn’t her fault at all. That made him feel better about masturbating to the memory of said Gutters strong, juicy body.
 
 
“Is he… Oh my God, he is! The little creep is fapping inside you! I bet he’s turned on by all my teasing, huh?” Rebecca said, rubbing her friend's stomach.
 
 
Jeremy punched the skin just below Rebecca's head and made Marissa moan. “I’m… ugh, fapping… to the Gutter. Fucking bitch! She’s a hundred times hotter than you!” he shouted, slamming his cock against the walls of the stomach and cumming hard. Rebecca, through her anger, could hear it squirting from his cock as it jammed into her cheek through Marissa's skin.
 
 
“You little brat! Spit him up, I’ll choke the life out of him myself! You disgusting prick!” She shouted at the laughing tummy, its meal smearing cum all about the Gutters tight stomach.
 
 
“It doesn’t work like that, I can only swallow! Gutters can’t just throw people up, it’s why we’re so dangerous!” Marissa cried, feeling the cock inside her start to throb. Rebecca was soon to blow, and as much as she loved her dear friend, she wasn’t ready for a kid. “Come on, Reb, let me finish you off with my mouth.” She sat up, feeling the cock pulled roughly from her pussy. She was too tall to reach Rebecca's cock from the bed, she had to clamber off onto the ground sitting not on her knees, but her butt, legs spread out and mouth wide open like a toddler begging for the choo-choo train.
 
 
This train was 16 inches of womanly meat, a cock as wide as Marissa's own wrist. She took one look at the massive shaft, veins crisscrossing the pale surface, the pulsating glans at the tip opening and closing like an eager mouth. The balls were swollen like water balloons, shaven smooth and dangling several inches from Rebecca’s crotch like a scrotal pendulum. If Marissa wasn’t a Gutter, taking this beast to the hilt would rip her throat to shreds and choke her to death.
Luckily, she had the pleasure of feeling two hands grip the sides of her head, and feel the salty, smooth, headrest itself on her tongue, spurting a dollop of pre-cum. She got to experience the agonizingly slow insertion, Rebecca pushing in at a snail's pace and enjoying every second of it. She watched Marissa’s throat open up to her cock, bulging out as the tube of meat made its way calmly to the bottom of the Gutters throat. Rebecca was using all her willpower to keep from blowing her whole wad, her face turning red then purple, coincidentally what Marissa’s face should look like. Instead, the Gutter had a contempt peacefulness about her, enjoying the slow filling of her throat, feeling her Mistresses cock slide deeper and deeper inside her.
 
 
Finally, Rebecca reached the hilt, her strawberry pubic hair tickling her co-worker's face. The very tip of her cock had eased its way through the tight sphincter above Jeremy, the small slit resting just in front of his face as he tried to make out what the new thing was in such dim lighting.
 
 
“Get ready for your facial, Jeremy, it’s a big one!” Rebecca let loose, crying out in ecstasy as a flood of semen sprayed all over Jeremy’s face. He recoiled in surprise, landing in the gentle embrace of Marissa’s stomach, but could not escape the several large spurts of semen splooging all over his face.
 
 
“Gross! You fucking freak, you have a cock!? Well, no wonder you look like shit, then!”
 
 
Rebecca pulled herself from Marissa’s throat, a few more splurts aimed at her face, giving her a quick coating of semen. She laid back onto the ground, wiping and licking it up with earnest. Meanwhile, the splooger slapped her hands on the taut stomach.
 
 
“Ow.” Marissa said idly.
 
 
“What is that supposed to mean?” Rebecca shouted, hearing the stomach laugh at her again.
 
 
“I mean, I’m not judging or anything, but I think you need to call your doctor, see they’re supposed to make you look like a woman after a sex change, right?”
 
 
Rebecca almost snapped. “I am not a transvestite! I was born with a penis and a vagina, you massively insensitive prick!”
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“-and then he made a comment about how she didn’t have boobs, and then she made fun of him because I was going to digest him- I did, by the way, he, um... came out the next day. Well, after that Rebecca and I went to bed, and I got kicked off the bed by her boyfriend who got really angry with her for fucking me again, but she just chewed him out about how he gets blowjobs from his Gutter while he’s at work- she sits under his desk and blows him, I thought about doing that with Rebecca but we aren’t allowed to do cashiering after-”
 
 
“So you just shrunk her one day and tossed her in there? Broke all on her own?” The microphone man asked, eyeing the bulge in his peers pants once more.
 
 
“Look, do you want to have her? I can get another, it’s really no trouble.”
 
 
“No, no, I’ve got someone in mind already. You know the HR woman? With the giant rack?”
 
 
“She hasn’t got clearance for stuff like this. You can’t let her go back to her job. If you take her in here.”
 
 
“Well, she’ll be missed. A real shame, we lose great women every day. Just can’t keep ourselves from using them as cook-snacks, feeling them play around in your balls is practically heaven.”
 
 
Suddenly the PA squeaked on, and an angry woman's voice came through. “Do you two misogynistic pigs want to do your jobs? Or would you be more comfortable being asses in a rather literal sense? Because the twins would be more than happy to relieve you of the burdens that are your lives.”
 
 
Two muscular women, mirroring each other in appearance and motion, entered the room and flanked the old men, crossing their arms and scowling. They loosened their collars, the General quickly pulled his toy from his pants, handing her off to one of the twins, and the Gutters left the room, pacing quickly back to their mistresses office.
 
 
Once again the PA squealed, “and if you touch a single hair on HR’s head, I will have you both tied end to end and used as panties until your arms and legs come off. And then I’ll digest you myself.”
 
 
They stood in silence and continued listening to Ms. Kellogg’s story.
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Rebecca had moved to the kitchen after her fight with John, her boyfriend, cooking a few eggs. “I swear, the second I get the chance I’m having you eat him. The prick does nothing but bitch about me using you. I mean, you’re a Gutter! That doesn’t count as cheating, you’re practically a toy, aren’t you? It’s like saying I cheated on him since I masturbated. Next thing you know he’s going to get pissy about my vibrator.”
 
 
Marissa was next to her, sitting in silence while she set up the coffee pot. Despite Rebecca’s seemingly harsh words about Gutters, the woman herself didn’t mind. She had long since gotten used to hearing such things, Rebecca advocated dehumanization after all. The political side that wanted to keep Gutters as ownable pets and things. Marissa was not scared to say that she agreed, she saw Gutters as a threat to themselves and others.
 
 
“Marissa? Are you okay? Hello?”
 
 
Marissa was snapped from her thoughts as quite suddenly a beautiful face in front of her. “Yes! I’m here! What do you need!?”
 
 
Rebecca chuckled, giving her an odd look. “Someone to eat my stupid boyfriend, after you’re done with Jeremy that is. Just need to find a way to get him to break a rule in the store... “
 
 
Stupidly, she spoke without thinking. “Or I could just make you my own, that would be easy enough and I don’t mind.”
 
 
Rebecca raised a single eyebrow, a grin spreading across her face. “Are you serious? You’d become my very own personal Gutter? Just like that?”
 
 
A blush spread across her face, standing like a deer in the headlights. “Yes?”
 
 
“Huh.” was all her new owner could think to say after gaining full ownership of another human being. It was the sort of thing that one thought should have more ceremony, more of a big, scary thing that takes place in a dark room with pens as old as time itself on pieces of paper stripped from trees that were home to a thousand innocent animals, printed upon with ink made of orphans blood cursed by a witch in a haunted printing office.
 
 
Instead, with a hypothetical question and a brief, lame reply phrased as a question, followed by an oddly surprised grunt of recognition, they were now Mistress and Slave. Marissa was now owned by her best friend as if she were a dog. It was a sickening, strange, and somewhat erotic feeling for her.
 
 
This was hit upon further as Rebecca handed her a small wad of tissue paper, “hey, don’t get your juices all over my kitchen, I just mopped! What, are you getting turned on since I own you?”
 
 
It was meant as a joke, she never could have expected Marissa to blush, cutely look away, and nod her head. There was practically a ‘sproing’ noise as her cock stood at attention, already leaking precum off the head and onto the shaft.
 
 
“Well then, as your owner,” Rebecca said, walking forward, her dick sliding gently between Marissa’s fat thighs, “from now and until our gravestones - engraved to signify our binding contract as pet and owner - you will do everything and anything I say, yes?”
 
  Marissa nodded again, refusing to look Rebecca in the eye.
 
  “I order you to eat my no-good boyfriend, and then empty the house of all his possessions. Let's start with his favorite coffee mug!” Rebecca exclaimed. She sounded very excited.
 
  Marissa looked up, confused. Her owner was handing her a large, red thermos-like mug, a travel mug. It was hot, filled with fresh coffee, and was just hot enough to be uncomfortable to hold for a long time. The Gutter stared at it blankly.
 
  “Well?” Rebecca asked impatiently. She shook the mug, wanting Marissa to take it.
Obediently she took the metal bottle but was lost on what to do with it. Rebecca sighed gruffly. She snatched the bottle and pushed her pet to the ground.
 
 
  “Ow,” Marissa said flatly. She tried to get up, but Rebecca pushed a foot onto her cheek, forcing her face into the cold linoleum tile.
 
  “Raise your ass into the air,” Rebecca demanded.
  Marissa didn’t hesitate to follow orders. Without question, she lifted her rump so it was pointed right up at her owner.
  While grinding her Gutters face into the ground with her foot, the woman took her cock in hand and started jacking herself, massaging Marissa’s face with her foot like she was nothing but a cushion. It wasn’t long before she felt the tug and ache in her balls, and she pointed her cock down, spraying the pear-shaped cheeks and the wrinkled asshole between them.
  Rebecca took her foot off of Marissa’s face, but the Gutter didn’t dare raise herself up. She sat still as ever, waiting for orders, a blush on her face and her pussy leaking onto her thighs. She whined, wanting attention, then gasped when the foot replaced itself in her spread crack, rubbing up and down, coating her ass in semen to be used as lube.
  Her whining and moaning were replaced with a loud shriek when Rebecca lost her footing(slipped on Marissa’s pussy-juice), and suddenly put all her weight onto Marissa’s ass. Already lubed, there were little resistances and her foot, shin, up to her knee slipped deep inside of the Gutters rectum and further down her bowels.
 
  Marissa cried out loudly, barely able to keep herself on all fours as she was. Her shriek died out into whimpers, tears, snot, and drool pouring down her face. She craned her neck and saw a large lump pushing out her pelvis. It moved and wriggled inside of her, five individual nubs feeling around her empty bowels, all controlled by a jointed lump moving around inside of her and stretching out her ass like it was a balloon.
 
  Rebecca tried to regain her balance but was unable to with only one foot. She was weirded out and distracted by the warm, moving, pulsating insides feeling around her foot, and the floor was still quite slippery. She cried out as she slipped again, and slammed Marissa to the floor by the inside of her ass. Finally, both her feet found solid ground, though one of her feet has several inches of sliding, lubed up flesh between it and normalcy.
  She smiled, seeing her new pet shivering and twitching on the ground, and thought of all the fun they would have together now that she could do anything she wanted to the Gutter. Mistress grabbed hold of the counter for support and lifted out of Slave. Marissa felt the foot sliding out of her intestines, but it held enough friction that her butt was lifted up with the removal. Her ass rose several inches up, then her pelvis slapped roughly and loudly back to the floor once Rebecca was free.
  Her foot was cold, wet, and slimy enough that she still didn’t have good balance. She grabbed the travel mug off the counter and lowered herself to the ground, giggling to herself. Marissa didn’t have enough active brain cells to recognize the sound, and laid still, waiting for something to happen.
 
  Sure enough, the piping hot metal of the boyfriend's travel mug touched her stretched out anus. She yipped and shivered, but didn’t move. Marissa was nothing but Rebecca’s toy, and she would let her new owner do anything she likes.
  What Rebecca wanted to do was shove the sixteen-ounce, hot, coffee-filled bottle into Marissa’s ass. She smiled as it slipped in, easily it disappeared halfway, and only required a small amount of effort to shove it in the rest of the way. Her muscled ring eclipsed the edge, and then slowly closed around the top as more muscles tugged it deeper still. Rebecca laughed as it vanished, and pushed her hand under Marissa’s pelvis, lifting it and feeling the hard, cylindrical surface of the mug moving further into the intestines.
 
  “I-it’s so hot! It hurts!” Marissa cried. She writhed on the ground, twitching every other second, and sobbed quietly as she was played with. “I can feel it going through my body, going even more inside me! It’s so hot! It’s burning my intestines, the heat is spreading through my body!” Marissa said.
  Rebecca was grinning. She had a manic, evil look on her face, thinking of all the other things she could stuff into Marissa’s body. “You’re going swallow and digest everything my old boyfriend owned, and then you’re going to digest him! What do you say we find his phone, next, so he can’t call for help!” She said in a hushed voice. She hooked two fingers into Marissa’s pussy, it was dripping all over the place, her pubic hair glistened with her juices.
 
 
  “I love you,” Marissa said quietly. Softly enough that Rebecca couldn’t hear her.
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“I couldn’t ever tell Rebecca that I really loved her like that… I mean, she’s such a strong, amazing woman, and I’m just a Gutter… I’m lucky enough just belonging to her, that’s good enough for me.”
“Well, after that we went to work, and I ‘let Jeremy go.’ I ended up throwing away the travel mug, I didn’t want to try and swallow it after it was inside my- inside me. After that, while I was washing my hands I saw a shrunken person, you know, who has been hit by a shrink ray or something? She was saying something about being accidentally left behind by her girlfriend, but I wasn’t really listening. I mean, they aren’t really humans, right? Even less than Gutters are. I just grabbed her and brought her to Rebecca.
  “She said that we should bring her to the lost and found, but that there were a lot of things that could happen to a tiny on the way there, so we would keep her with us until then. Rebecca shoved her in her panties and under her balls and left her there all day.
  “Even when the micro’s girlfriend came back and was asking around, even asking Rebecca herself. She said she hadn’t seen her, and later told me that while they were talking the little girl was screaming and thrashing around inside of her panties. Well, ‘little girl’ like she was shrunken, she was probably around twenty or twenty-five. Hey, is anyone still there? I’m not just talking to myself, right?” Ms. Kellogg asked, tapping on the microphone and looking at the transparent mirror.
 
  Behind it, all of the men were silent except for the Military General. He was making muffled shouts and protests. One of the twins’ stomachs was bulging and moving around as she stood rigidly by the door, mirrored by her empty-stomached sister. The full one felt a rise in her stomach and a rapidly ascending bulge in her throat.
Her cheeks ballooned for a moment, and she let out a muffled burp and out of her mouth came the General’s hat, covered in her spit and stomach bile. It lay lamely on the ground, oozing with her digestive juices, and acting as a grim reminder of what happened to the loud, vulgar man, and how easily it can happen to any of them.
 
  Another woman entered the room, three of them now. The old geeks running the computers and monitoring several screens were sweating profusely. She strode briskly into the front of the room, her shoulder-length, silver hair bounced around her ears in its bob form. She bent down and spoke into the microphone through her beautiful, painted lips in a cold, no-nonsense tone.
  “You passed. We will replace your collar with the new version. You will report back how it worked after completing all of the items on the list in front of you. The other half of your payment will be transferred into your owner's account once you do. We hope to see you again soon, Marissa Kellogg.”
 
  The room suddenly filled with a strange gas, and Marissa started feeling woozy. Her eyes shut on their own and she passed out. She woke up three hours later in her owner's bed with fifty thousand dollars and a list of actions to complete without time constraints in her hand, along with a new pair of panties.