Don't think I never noticed those looks you'd give me all those days on the subway. Somehow, you always seemed to find your gaze drifting down onto the laden padding that kept my legs wedged apart. You were so focused that you never thought that I'd be staring right back at you.

Day after day I'd watch as you'd (not so) sneakily glance over, casually wafting in the faint scent my morning meal left behind. It was honestly quite adorable how each time I shifted my weight that you'd squirm to the soft, glorpy squelch of displaced padding. I could only grin to myself, if only you knew it was someone else who had become filler.

All it took was the day you managed to look up, my eyes locked on you hard. You quickly flicked your eyes down with embarrassment and I took my opportunity. Casually walking up, I stood right in front of your seat. My towering posture loomed over you, the only thing breaking the view being the sizeable diaper right by your head. The slowly cooling remains of my morning prey still making my padding radiate a great warmth. It was impossible to ignore.

You were hooked, absolutely mesmerized by what you had been fantasizing about for ages which only hovered mere inches from where you now sat, barely able to hide your own arousal. The next subway stop was coming and I had a growing itch to scratch. As the train stopped I motioned for you to follow, blatantly walking off to the platform. I didn't need to look because I KNEW you'd follow. And of course, follow you did.

Straight into the public subway station restroom we went, conveniently empty. With no one around the façade was no more. Dropping to your knees, you buried your face straight into the doughy padding. Both hands hugged my waist, reaching around to feel up every inch. You mashed your fingers into the plastic below my tail, melting at how the padding molded itself to fit around them as if grabbing clay. They drifted down, holding up the entire heft. It was heavy, marveling at how I was able to use so much in such a short period of the day.

I only stood watching you worship my padding. You were so self absorbed into your new world, that nothing seemed to exist outside of that heavenly sog. Too consumed on feeling, squishing, and smelling to even satisfy your own arousal below. Seeing you like this, I could feel your undoubted love, how sad you'd be separated from it. I knew what I needed to do.

A tug at your shoulder broke your fugue state, lifting your face up from padding straight into a gaping mouth above. Wait, mouth? You froze with panic, mind trying to process the situation even while you were pressed deep into my throat. At that point it was too late, but you still found a way to move, wriggling and twisting in a futile attempt to become free. Gulp after gulp you were on the fast track to diaper filler.

I could feel sigh of relief as my stomach quickly bulged out with my post breakfast snack. Only once did someone walk into the room to reveal your fated doom, but they simply minded their own business. Satisfied, I began my way back to the subway platform. My stomach groaned and burbled around your form, extra strong digestive enzymes causing arms and legs to slough off like butter as a meaty stew in mere seconds. It only took the time to arrive at the platform to see that you were no more, already draining through my guts.

I could feel the pressure building below. You wanted out, and you wanted it bad. Quickly, I widened my stance before my tail flagged high. Thick ropes of sludge poured its way out into the padding, the force of it causing it to mash together with the previous meal in an unidentifiable filler. The weight of your remains weighed down the sag, but there was still plenty of room. After all, there were still more meals to dispose of later.

I continued the thought as the train arrived, stepping inside with only a slight waddle. The soft steamy remains pleasantly squishing between my thighs as I make my way to the side. As soon as it arrived, the train lurched its way forward, but as it did, I couldn't help but catch another glance from across the aisle. Maybe I could go for another snack...

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I know this isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I had some content with this type of disposal that I wanted to share! Hope some of you will enjoy ^^

This is some older gift art that was drawn by xepher777 ( https://twitter.com/xephy_buns )

Short story was quickly done by me!

Kolby the ferram (ferret + ram hybrid) belongs to me

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