Melanie wakes up slowly, terribly drowsy, as though the weight of the world were holding her eyes closed. Then she begins to process her unfamiliar situation: rigidly held in place by firm metal restraints on her hands and knees, her mouth forcefully held open, connected to something she presumes to be a tube, cold air all around her and an even colder metal floor. Something smells awful.
Her eyes jolt open as the adrenaline kicks in, but she can see nothing through the blindfold placed around her head. She tries to find if there's a single part of her she can move, but even her tail is held firmly in place.
CLICK TRK VVVVVVWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Mechanical noises sound all around her as machinery gradually comes to life. It's loudest just ahead of her, and a cacophany of metal racket sounds. She jerks and struggles uselessly in her restraints.
Then she gets her first taste. Something large slams into her maw and is forced inside. It's solid, rounded, and firm, but its shape warps as it's jammed into her. Its texture gives it away as something made from plastic, and judging by the rancid flavor, it'd been in the garbage.
As the object forces its way down her throat, the shape of a plastic bottle becomes evident to her. She gags as it slides into her stomach.
HRG- AUCK- GRRMGLE
It's followed by something that has the taste and texture of wet paper with a salty tinge, though soaked in the same rancid filth that the bottle had been. There's too much for it to just be one tissue; it must be dozens. Someone must've had a rough day, though not nearly as rough as Melanie's.
An rotting, repulsive liquid rolls across her tongue and down her throat with the rest of the garbage, a bitter solution from the run-off of countless bits of trash, which was likely pooled at the bottom of a trash bag not long prior. It enters her gut along with the rest of the garbage.
GUURGLE GROOAAAN
Melanie's gut is already bulging out significantly beneath her, already feeling horribly sick from the bloating and even just the thought of what filth is running into her body. She wants to scream, but she can barely get a breath in between the mounds of garbage being forced down her gullet.
Something in clumps with a horrible texture comes down the stream of rancid filth liquid pouring into her maw with the more solid trash. It's largely flavorless, but the texture is unbearable, and she thinks she might be able to feel a few strands of hair in it.
A few tin cans come down the garbage chute into her mouth next. The open lids scratch her throat on the way down, but the garbage doesn't stop.
Then she catches the worst flavor yet by far, that of crinkly plastic with the distinctly awful flavor of human waste. It's far too large to be a normal diaper, and she can feel solid objects among the squishier filth inside as the diaper is packed into her throat and joins the rest in her stomach.
RRRRRGGGH GRRULG
Melanie feels as though she's about to burst, but the roar of the machinery continues, and there's no end in sight to the garbage coming down the chute. Tears soak her blindfold.
More plastic junk, rotten half-eaten fruit, crushed aluminum cans that cut her with jagged metal, broken-down cardboard boxes, paper fast food bags stuffed with empty plastic cups, and countless more pieces of discarded trash that she can't quite discern pump into her maw and are forced down her gullet. Melanie's intestines are bulging out with filth as the garbage that her stomach can't digest is pushed deeper in regardless in her body's vain attempt to make room, but it can't keep up.
The bound woman only gets fuller and fuller and fuller, until...
HRRGGLE GROOOAAN RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
Melanie thrashes about in agony as her stomach bursts open, spilling the garbage out into her abdominal cavity. The bulges under her skin are larger and more defined than ever. After another moment, she goes still, and within a few horrible minutes, she's passed out.
Her eventual cause of death is internal bleeding, but that doesn't stop the filth being pumped into her. Melanie's stuffed corpse bloats further and further and further, snapping her bones and stretching her skin, until the restraints are released to keep from breaking off as her gut pushes against her bound, stiff limbs. When her remains have been pumped full to the point she's a lumpy, roundish shape with limbs and a head slumping over it, the machine finally shuts off.
VRRRRR CLNK HISSSSSSSSS
One last piece of trash slides down the chute and lands on her dry, pale tongue: a cum-stained wad of toilet paper.