Stacy was in her office, typing away at her desk on the top floor of Brown Bowles Inc.- The company dedicated to supplying the world with as much shit as possible. She adjusted her glasses and scratched one of her half-exposed breasts as she scanned an infraction-list of an employee. Said employee was a small, stout sheepgirl secretary who sat before her, fidgeting nervously.
 
”So, it says here that you ate your supervisor?” She asked, looking at the sheep with a steely glare.
 
”W-Well uhm…” The sheep replied, unsure what to say. “I-It’s her fault! She kept grabbing at my ass, even when I told her to stop! D-Don’t people get eaten here all the time?”
 
”Yes, of course they do.” Stacy replied, typing up a report on her computer. Her demeanor was cold and serious, which only helped fuel the sheep’s fear. “The fact that you ate them wasn’t the problem, rather the issue stems from the fact that you disposed of them in their office. The employee handbook clearly states that any employee who needs to relieve themselves must do it into the collection tubes located under their seat. Is yours faulty?”
 
”W-Well no! I… I just heard that some cat girl got sucked into one last week and-“
 
”That is NOT an excuse to break the rules.” The lioness replied, reaching under the desk. There was a button underneath, which her claw hovered under. “Unfortunately, this is your third infraction. This means that we’ll have to let you go.” She calmly explained, the sheep’s face going white.
 
“W-Wait! Just give me another chance! I-I don’t wanna d-“
 
”Your office items will be cleared and sent to your home. You’ll now be receiving our severance package: A one-way trip into one of our production girls, where you will be digested and packed into scat for the company. Any questions?”
 
“T-That doesn’t sound like-“
 
”Wonderful.” She interrupted as she pressed the button. Suddenly, the chair underneath the sheep split open, revealing a tube underneath. The tube shot upwards, wrapping around the struggling sheep before sucking her down below. Stacy rolled her eyes as the sheep’s screams became faint. Should have read the fine print. With that, Stacy pressed a button on her phone to call in the next employee.
 
A few moments later, a busy kangaroo lady hopped inside. Her breasts were nearly as large as Stacy’s body, jiggling hard with every hop. She wore a pink T-Shirt reading “EAT MY ASS, SMELL MY GAS” in punky, brown lettering. “Heya! You called me?”
 
”Yes, you’re Darla Underbottom, correct?”
 
”Totally!” Darla smiled, taking a seat in the chair. Her voice was high-pitched (And in Stacy’s opinion, annoying.) “So like, am I in trouble?”
 
”Well, I received a complaint this morning about this right here.” Stacy started, pulling at Darla’s shirt collar with a claw. The thing was already stretched thin across her breasts, and nearly tore in two from the claw. “Our dress code clearly states that clothing with suggestive lettering can only be worn on fridays. Any clothing WITH this lettering on it must be concealed, like so.” She explained, unbuttoning her top to show off her white bra with realistic nipples painted onto each.
 
Darla sighed, her cheery smile fading a little. “Aw man, I’m sorry! It’s just that this is the only shirt that still fits me! I had a family reunion last week and kinda pigged out a little. Food always goes to my tits, so…”
 
“Well, that isn’t our fault.” Stacy replied. “Lucky for you, this is only your first infraction, you’ll be let off easy with a little bit of disciplinary training.” She explained, standing up and walking around the desk. Without the desk in the way, Darla was able to see Stacy’s MASSIVE ass. It was nearly the size of the desk itself, the kakis she wore dripping with sweat and smelling heavily of her musk. There was a reason she was so high up on the corporate ladder.
 
“Oh… Well, what is that gonna entail?” She asked, rather disrespectfully looking right at those hips. “Do I just need to like, write ‘I will not wear suggestive clothing’ on a chalkboard fifty times?”
 
Stacy gave a small chuckle at that before placing a hand on Darla’s shoulder. “Oh no, this isn’t college, Miss Underbottom. Instead…” She trailed off before jumping into action. In a swift motion, she ripped her pants in two and grabbed Darla by the head. Before the kangaroo could even react, Stacy shoved that head between her cheeks and right into a greasy, nasty asshole the size of a tire.
 
”MFHHH!” Darla screamed, her vision going dark as she started to flail around. Stacy didn’t seem to care, instead clenching her asshole. The wet, squishy walls pulled at Darla’s face, somehow strong enough to suck her shoulders inside. It seemed like Darla’s massive breasts didn’t budge, causing Stacy to groan a little.
 
”Miss Stacy, if you don’t comply…” She muttered, giving her asshole another clench. Suddenly, a reeking FLBRRROOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRT! Escaped from her assk, filling the entire room with a thick, brown fog of gas. This caused Darla’s breasts to get lubed up enough to get forced right inside, making Stacy’s doughy shitpipe double in size. The lioness had to bite back a moan as she did so, a claw going down between her legs to start touching herself as the other hand leaned on a wall.
 
A few more sucks was all it took for the rest of Darla to be trapped inside Stacy’s insides. Somehow, she didn’t even end up making a dent in the bossy woman, who proceeded to sit down on her desk. “Ngh… Now then, this will be a short, two-hour process. I have a lot of gas I need to get out, and you’re going to help me filter it so my neighbors don’t smell.” She explained. Stacy knew Darla couldn’t hear her, and even if she could she was too busy screaming in disgust to respond. “Perfect.”
 
FBLROOOOOORT!
 
Another blast of gas rumbled out of her ass, causing her occupant to squirm and howl. The insides compacted her down hard, the nasty walls leaving scar smears on her body as gas forced its way around and through her. She had to gasp for air, but all she got was mouthfuls of foul farts.
 
BLRRRRRRRRRRT!
 
Stacy spread her legs wider on the desk, knocking over a stack of papers. She continued to touch herself, fully aware that someone could walk in at any moment. She’ll just say she’s on break.
 
FBRT! FRRRRRRT! SPLBRRORRRRRRT!
 
The poor kangaroo struggled the best she could, trying to make any room for herself. This simply caused Stacy to roll her eyes. “Miss Underbottom, usually resisting like this would count as a second infraction. Consider yourself lucky that I’m so forgiving… And that your breasts feel rather nice.”
 
FBRT! FBBBRT! BLRRRRRRBBBBT! FBLORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!
 
Two hours later, the entire room was covered in a thick, brown smog. Stacy gave a happy sigh, taking in a breath of foul gas with a wide smile. “Well, I believe that is our time.” She said, standing up and spreading her legs wide. It only too a single push before Darla was sent flying out of her greasy backside, right back into the chair. She was on the verge of passing out, weakly twitching with her eyes rolled up in their sockets. Her entire body had been soaked in sweat, grime, and shit, and she could only weakly cough and breathe in the secondhand gas around her.
 
”Now then, I hope you learned your lesson. Stacy replied, grabbing a new pair of pants from her desk before sitting back down. “You’re free to go. Oh, and open that window on your way out. It stinks in here~”