Layla sat at her desk, her ass seated comfortably in the office chair. The busty feline absentmindedly typed away at her computer, tail flicking behind her. She was one of the social media managers for Brown Bowels Inc., the largest scat corporation in the country. Of course, “scat” was the word the higher ups used to sound dignified. The employee manual encouraged the underlings to call it that as well, but Layla has heard the word ‘shit’ thrown around much more often.
 
She was busy replying to comments under a post she made a few hours ago. The post in question asked buyers how they like to use scat. Answers ranged from fertilizer to food to things she couldn’t repeat at work. As she was replying to a particularly heated reply berating them for their ‘inhumane’ practices, she felt her stomach gurgle. She had eaten a particularly large lunch (And the cafeteria always packed their meals with fiber…) and had to take a shit urgently.
 
However, she didn’t get up from her seat, or even stop her work. Instead, she pressed a button on her desk and slipped her khakis off with one hand to show off her furry, coca ass. The pants had done a good job hiding her size, the cheeks spilling off the sides of the chair. As she pressed the button, the office chair split a hole open in the middle to reveal a thick tube and bowl. Making sure her donut of an asshole was pressed neatly along the tube, she began to unload.
 
A lengthy log pushed out from her ass, the tube making a suckling motion to swallow it down. Although the log was double the size of the tube, it was able to stretch in size to accommodate. Brown Bowels Inc. prides itself on its sheer output of scat. They mainly get it from the girls in Production, who spend the day gulping down (mostly) willing volunteers from a conveyor belt and disposing of their excess into a large vat, from which the product was shipped out all over the country. However, the corporation wanted to maximize production, so installed these tubes in every chair so that every employee can give what they have. Plus, this way nobody needs to take bathroom breaks!
 
As Layla finished her dump, she reached back to pull her pants over her body. However, as she did so, her tail flicked downwards. She heard a SHOOP! and felt an intense pull from behind. She looked behind in horror, her tail had gotten stuck in the tube!
 
“Eep-!” Layla gasped, reaching over to press the button. Before she could, a powerful PULL from the chair send her back into it. The tube stretched wide-somehow wider than the chair itself- and pulled her ass right in! This caused Layla to hunch over, her breasts burying her face. She began to panic, this couldn’t be happening! This SHOULDN’T be happening! Surely the company had some kind of failsafe for thi-
 
A second pull was all it took for Layla to be sucked into the tube. She was forced into a fetal position, struggling to try and break free. The world went dark as she went deeper and deeper down the tube, the poor feline screaming the whole time. She took a deep breath, with was tricky thanks to the airtight tubes. The smell was simply horrid, reeking of shitstains acucmulated over the years. Layla pinched her nose and tried to calm down. These tubes led directly to the scat vat, right? Once she gets there, someone would have to hear her cries for help! If she can just…
 
MOVEMENT DETECTED. SCANNING…
 
Layla froze as a robot voice echoed through the tubes. She breathed a sigh of relief. It had some kind of AI for a failsafe! The tubes stopped sucking her down at once, a blue light scanning over her body.
 
MATCH FOUND. NAME: LAYLA SMITHSWORTH. UPDATING FILES…
 
Just then, the voice turned from robotic and serious to more relaxed as an automated message began to play. The voice of her boss, Abigail.
 
”Good Afternoon, MISS LAYLA SMITHSWORTH, it is with great pride that I inform you of your relocation. Due to an unfortunate accident, you will be getting transferred from MEDIA MANAGEMENT to PRODUCTION! Thank you for all your years of service, and have a safe trip!~
 
Layla’s eyes went wide. Production? What did she mean by that?! Before she could ask, she felt a rope bind her arms and legs together to prevent her from moving. The tube changed direction and began to transport her once again. She tried to struggle free, but was rendered immobile by the tubes. After several twists and turns, she felt herself be freed of the tube with a SMACK!
 
The feline found herself on a conveyor belt in a large, gray room. The room was filled with other belts, each one lined with people. Some were bound and struggling while others pleasured themselves with an excited grin. “W-Wah?”
 
The conveyor belt began to move, and Layla felt her heart drop as she saw what was at the end: A busty Salazzle girl, absentmindedly looking at her phone and ass-naked. More naked girls were on both sides of her, each gulping down the people as they came down the belt. Behind them was a massive pit, from which Layla could smell the horrid stink of thousands of scat logs. She realized what was going on: She was demoted. Demoted into a product!
 
”W-Wait! This has to be some kind of mistake!” Laya yelped, trying to break free from her bindings. Nobody paid her any mind, as the others on the line were distracted with their oncoming fate and the Salazzle was busy gulping down the Doberman girl before her. The Salazzle’s belly expanded as the girl plopped inside before rapidly shrinking, the Salazzle spreading her legs to dump what was left of her into the vat below with a wet PLOP! Nothing remained of the Doberman, the Salazzle ending their existence and rebirthing them as crap in seconds flat!
 
The conveyer jolted again, and Layla found herself at the maw of the Salazzle. “M-Ma’am! T-This is some kind of accident! I’m supposed to be-“
 
She wasn’t able to finish as the Salazzle shot her long, wet tongue around her body and pulled her in. Layla let out a horrified scream as she was thrown into her slimy, boiling insides. The stomach walls pushed at her body from all sides, squeezing her like a vice. “Nonono, I-I don’t wanna be scat! I-I was going to be promot-“
 
CLENCH.
 
The Salazzle spread her legs out once more, pushing a couple more logs into the vat behind her. The logs hit the pile of shit with a wet splat, only to be utterly covered in another layer of shit before the end of the hour.
…
 
Abigail leaned into Layla’s cubical. “Miss Layla? I have some papers I need you to-“ She began, closing her lips as she saw an open tube and no Layla.
 
”Oh, that’s a shame.” She blinked, pulling out her phone and putting it to her ear. “Hey, get a new Social Media Manager in here. Ours was just let go~”