FRRRTTRTTTTT
 
 
A dark brown lump of hard shit slowly pushed its way past the girl's tight pink pucker. It lengthened, gravity helping it to fall down, before being cut from the coil and falling with a splat onto the cold concrete below.
 
 
This was soon followed by a second, slightly lighter log of smelly poop. This time more of a chreme color. Also unlike the first one, it seemed like it was interstrune with many long, black hairs. A good few stuck in clumps reminding anyone who sees of those wispy bushes from old western films.
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The young femboy zipped from one table to another, delivering piping hot pies. He was wearing a black button up shirt, slightly too big for him, with a small white pizza patch on the top left. Along with that to match his uniform he wore a black miniskirt, just long enough so customers could not take a peak underneath which was covered by a black apron with many pockets used to store many types of things. Even further he wore a pair of long black stockings emphasizing his curvy legs and a cute black hat hiding his mess of dark brown curls. He was short, much shorter than much of the customer base, and wore a thin pair of wiry black glasses in front of his deep hazel eyes. Lastly, he had a white name tag saying “chris” on his chest.
 
 
Soon, there seemed to be a break in the action as the lunch rush subsided, leaving only a teenage couple desperate to finish eating, and a tall thick woman with dark brown skin starring a bit too intensely at the femboy. Her eyes seemed hungry, despite her having already eaten a full 11 inch pie. He could have sworn she licked her lips, but no mind was paid.
 
 
“Hey, Chris, can you clean the bathrooms real quick”
 
Chris’s manager, Shay, told him in a casual voice while slicing up a pizza meant for an online order.
 
 
“Heard”
 
 
He said casually, knowing the procedures. He took a towel and a spray bottle, and entered the first of two one person bathrooms. He almost gagged, the pungent smell forcing its way into his nostrils. An enormous pile of poo clogged up the toilet, filling the air with the pungent odor of death.
 
 He carried on, through the cloud of stench, and started to clean the toilet with the wet rag. It seemed that whoever had been here last went through quite the ordeal, and Chris was the one who had to deal with the aftermath.
 
WHAM!
 
 
The bathroom door slammed open, revealing the tall woman “Shit, I forgot to lock the door” he thought to himself, scared.
 
 
The woman had deep nugget skin, with bleached blond straight hair forced into a ponytail and a face full of makeup perfecting her skin. She wore tight white yoga pants perfectly shaping her giant round ass, and a light blue hoodie with an abstract design on the front. Possibly a logo?
 
“I’,m sorry miss but this bathroom is currently occupied can you go to the other one perha-”
 
 
The femboy was cut short in an instant. Suddenly he was in the air, lifted by the women. He tried to scream, but his head was soon buried inside the hungry women’s maw. Rapidly he was pulled down, inch by inch eaten by a crazed customer.
 
GULP
 
GULP
 
He heard. Lurching forward with each one. Soon, he felt his apron fall, and his skirt lift. The rate of swallowing had slowed down significantly. His plain black pair of panties slid down his smooth leg, leaving his slightly above average sized cock laying limp. She grasped his meat, and started to jack it off. Rhythmically, she wordlessly pulled it up and down, forcing it to hardin as it’s host’s muffled screams echoed only a few feet away.
 
 
To his dismay, his dick straightened out. A sick sort of pleasure washed through the employee’s body as he was forcefully jerked off. After only a few minutes, white sticky streams of cum flew out of the boy, landing with a splat on the cold tile bellow. She let go, and continued swallowing.
 
 
After a couple more long and painful minutes, he was finally scrunched up into a ball inside the woman's stomach. His body was pressed up against half eaten pizza and salad, all just a stew of femboy. He found the stomach sway, as the mysterious woman exited the bathroom, leaving the restaurant.
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PLOP
 
PLOP
 
PLOP
 
Log after log of wet scat fluttered out of the ass. Each one softer, and squishier than the last, until the ex-boy was almost a liquid, diarrhea like consistency. Small bits of who he once was could be seen in between the careless brown clumps of shit.
A cracked phone that he’d use to text his girlfriend, a melted wallet with a picture of his late mother sticking out, a single diamond earring given to him on his birthday, all carelessly plopped onto the cold ground without a second thought.
 
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The digestion had worked quickly. Chris’s uniform being reduced to nothing but a couple scraps of , leaving him naked to the acids. And it seems that his mysterious predator had found some entertainment while she was waiting for him to dissolve.
 
The belly lurched back and forth rapidly. Continuing to churn the burnt femboy. He heard loud moans coming from all sides. Outside the comfines of the tight stomach the mysterious women lay on her stomach, large ass sticking up, as a slightler older man continuously forced his long meaty 8 inches into the womens tight ass.
 
She let out a series of loud moans, gripping the beadspread as she felt nothing but pleasure, largely thanks to the sacrifice of an extremely unlucky femboy
 
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FRATTTRASP
 
After a long, entinse push the black woman stood up to admire her work. She smiled happily. One of her better piles, 8.6 out of ten on her scale. It was a smooth lump, transitioning from a dark brown in some places, to a light brownish tan in others. It was dotted with random bits and bobs from the former boy giving a sense of character. She quite enjoyed the small detail of the stray stocking, filled with shit lying next to the pile on the alleyway floor.
 
 
But her favorite detail would have to be the Chris’s bleached white skul, eye sockets leaking soft scat, still wearing the trademarked black baseball cap.