DING DONG
At the front door stands a young wolf girl, only 6 years old. She has a grip on a wagon packed full of boxes labeled with flavors of cookies with her right hand and her left pressing on the doorbell.
Her mother, a very tall wolf lady with the same beautiful gray fur as her own, stands supportively behind her to watch over her.
The door opens, and a black and white border collie opens the door, a dog woman standing at a height between that of the wolf girl and that of her mother.
"Why hello!" she greets the pair that have appeared at her doorstep, "Are you here to sell me some cookies?"
The little girl shuffles her feet a bit, her gaze toward the ground, and doesn't say anything.
"Come on, sweetie, what do we say?" the mother prompts her little girl, leaning forward to pat her lightly on the back.
The 6-year-old remains silent for another moment before responding, "Uhm... Y-Yes."
The mother gives a little sigh and pats the girl lightly on the head. "We're still getting there," she explains to the woman in the doorway. "We're selling girl scout cookies; they're actually half off if you order them today. We still have thin mints in stock if you want those, since they always go quickly."
"My, my," the collie says, looking down at the young cub then turning to her mother, "I'd frankly rather eat the girl~ She looks delicious~"
The mother chuckles a little, though there's a hint of red in her cheeks, "Oh, goodness~"
"Why don't you come inside and we can talk about it?" the collie offers, "It's awful hot out, after all."
"That sounds lovely, thank you," the mother accepts the offer and heads inside, dragging her daughter along by the hand.
"M-Mommy, what... what going on?" the little girl asks in quiet, sheepish voice as she's taken inside.
"Shhhh, Mommy's just coming to an agreement with the nice lady. You wanted to sign up for this, just behave and we'll see what we can do for her, alright?" her mother reassures her.
"...Okay, Mommy."
The woman leads mother and daughter to her kitchen table, where she pulls out a chair to face away from it and sits down. "So what's this cute little snack's name~?" she asks teasingly.
"Her name is Molly," the mother responds, "Oh, and I should probably introduce myself. I'm Lanya."
"Well it's nice to meet you both," the woman says, "You can call me Mary."
Mary stands and takes off her dress, revealing that she's wearing no underwear beneath. "Now how about you undress for me, Molly?" she asks in a sweet, gentle voice, "Let me see how pretty you are without that cute little uniform on~"
Molly stands awkwardly and leans slightly away from Mary, "I-I'm not... I don't know."
"Shhhh, just listen to the nice lady," the little one's mother says, beginning to remove her sash, speckled with what few merit badges she'd earned.
Molly hesitantly obliges her mother's efforts, lifting her arms as Lanya removes her shirt and allowing her mother to pull down her panties and skirt next.
"Now go have fun with her," Lanya nudges her daughter towards the other woman.
Sitting in the chair, the collie is barely taller than the young wolf pup as she leans over and places her hands gently on the little one's undeveloped breasts. The dog feels over the little wolf, getting as handsy as she pleases, despite the little girl's occasional squirms.
"I'd really like to have her," the collie says as she begins squeezing and playing with the little girl's sensitive nipples, prompting her to wriggle in her grasp, "Forget cookies, I just want to gobble her all up. She's the tastiest little thing I've seen all week~"
"Goodness, you really want to eat my daughter, don't you?" the mother asks, her face getting red.
"Oh, yes. You know, she'd make just the perfect fleshlight for my husband," Mary notes as she plays with the pup, "He always loves stroking off into cute little girls' detached privates once my insides are finished with the rest of them, you know."
Lanya feels herself getting a little wet down below, and she speaks in a tone that's perhaps a bit too excited, "Oh my... You really think my little Molly would make a good toy like that?"
Mary gently presses her fingers over the girl's sensitive clit, prompting her to squirm further, "Oh yes~ And of course if she doesn't stack up to ones he's already got, he can always just eat it after. No loss."
The mother's heart races at the prospect, and she slowly considers what to say next.
"M-Mommy, wha... What's a fleshlight?" little Molly asks confusedly.
Looking down at the 6-year-old's confused face, the stranger touching all her sensitive private areas, Lanya just can't help herself. "A fleshlight is what you're about to become, sweetie," she says to the little one before turning her attention to the other adult in the room, "Go ahead and eat her; I want to watch~"
"Wonderful~" Mary grabs hold of the child by the armpits and picks her up off the ground, letting her legs dangle helplessly in the air.
"M-Mommy?" Molly asks, hopelessly confused by what the strange woman is doing to her.
Her mother has one hand sneaking into her sweat pants, and she takes a moment to reply, "Just- Ah~ Let it happen, sweetie~ It's okay, Mommy promises- Umph~"
The wolf pup is lifted carefully up over Mary's head, and she places Molly's paws into her maw, beginning to slurp her down.
SLLRK SCHLLLRRP ULP
Soon, the girl's hips pass into the dog's mouth, then down her throat. Her lower torso quickly follows.
"Th-This feels weird..."
GULP ULP SLLRKK
Mary sucks the girl down up to her chest, running her tongue over her nipples as she continues to pull her in. Once her shoulders disappear, her head goes in quickly, and only her limp little arms are left in the outside world.
SCHHLRRRP GULP
What little of Molly remains in the outside world vanishes, and her mother gasps for breath as she stimulates herself between her legs watching it happen.
GRRRRWWWWRRRGGGLE GLRRRRP
The little girl forms a big bulge in Mary's gut, and it gets to work on her right away, churning her up before her mother's own eyes.
The collie moans and lets out shaky, pleasured breaths as Molly wriggles inside of her, and she quickly begins to finger herself to the sensations of the child breaking down in her gut.
"Huff..." Lanya can't help her overwhelming arousal, watching it all happen.
"Umphf- Fuck yes~!" the pred climaxes after a few short minutes, acquainted to racing her digestive system in order to reach an orgasm while her prey is still moving.
GGRRRRRGLLE GROOOANNN
The little girl soon grows entirely still, and the collie rubs over her bloated gut. She feels a familiar pressure in her bowels, "Alright, time for Molly to come out~"
Lanya watches a bit too eagerly as Mary gets up and pops a squat in front of her. 
PFFRRRR FBLLRRRFFBLRRCK FFFFFBLLRRRCKFLLLRK BLLRRRFBLLRRRTGLT
Her donut hole slowly stretches in preparation to push out the belly-baked daughter. It grows wide as a pair of 6-year-old paws, now a distinctive brown, are pushed out of it.
The legs soon follow, then the hips that widen out the dog's anus tremendously as they make their exit. Finally, the little one's flat chest is pushed out, followed by her head.
The collie's tail wags eagerly, "Oh she felt good to push out~"
The mother stares down at the remains of her daughter, the full shape of her perfectly preserved, lying still on the floor. Her entire body has taken on a foul brown hue and a fecal complexion, all of her turned into the woman's shit.
All of her except for one part. The girl's vagina remains in-tact, a soft bit of pink against the harsh brown the rest of her has become.
"Now if you'll excuse me," Mary says, "I do need to relieve myself."
FFSSHSHHHSHHRRRSRHSRHHRSHHH
The woman squats down, one leg on either side of the girl, and lets out a flow of urine onto her browned chest.
The liquid seeps deep into the digested remains of Molly, what little isn't aborbed forming a small pool on the floor around her.
As Lanya stares wide-eyed and aroused in ways she never thought possible, Mary casually begins to prepare for her husband's arrival. She hums to herself quietly as she reaches down and pulls out a soft, pink item from the girl's crotch area: her completely undigested genitalia. 
She carries it to the sink and begins to rinse it off as Lanya stares speechlessly at her daughter's filthy remains, too aroused and shocked to say a word.
Just as Mary finishes cleaning off the only in-tact part of Molly left, the front door opens. Heavy, slow footsteps echo into the kitchen.
Both women turn to look as Mary's husband enters the room. He's a Saint Bernard about as tall as the lupine Lanya, and he has a wide body shape with a chubby belly. 
"Mary!" he says sweetly in a gruff but enthusiastic voice, "I didn't realize we were having visitors today."
"Oh yes, this lovely lady and her delectable daughter came to our door selling cookies," Mary explains.
"That'd explain the wagon full of thin mints outside," he remarks, "I take it you have a new toy for me to try out, then?"
"Of course, dear," Mary replies, motioning to the child-shaped mound of shit on the floor, "It came from that little one there."
He licks his chops, "Perfect. She must've been a real cutie pie. How about we head to the living room, then, and you can introduce me to our guest here while I give her daughter a spin, shall we?"
Both women oblige and follow him into the living room. Mary steps carefully over what's left of Lanya's daughter on the way there. She hands her husband his new toy.
Before he's ready to begin, he first undoes his belt and drops his pants to the ground. Lanya's eyes lock firmly onto his cock as it springs up from where it'd been tucked under his trousers.
"Got an eye for me?" he asks playfully.
"S-Something like that..." Lanya continues to stare.
The husband settles down onto the couch beside Lanya and holds up the pussy, pink and enticing. Before he begins with it, he briefly kisses his new toy, licking at the unresponsive clit with his tongue for a moment and getting it lubed up with his thick saliva at the same time.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
"Huuaghhh, that's the spot-" he begins to masturbate with the piece of Lanya's daughter in his hand but quickly turns his attention to his guest as he continues to beat off, "So- Huff... Care to introduce us, Mary?"
"Oh, yes," Mary begins. "Lanya, this is my husband, Derril. Derril, this is Lanya," she introduces them, "and the toy you're using now was her daughter, Molly."
"It's nice to meet you," Lanya says. Her face is entirely red, and her hand is slowly making its way towards her crotch.
"Likewise," Derril responds, "and it's very nice to meet your daughter~"
PLAP SLAP FAP
As she continues watching the hefty dog man have his way with her daughter's detached pussy, she can't help but begin fingering herself once more, with more vigor an intensity than she had prior. He nudges her with his elbow as he continues beating off, and her face gets just a bit redder from it.
"So, what've you been busying yourself with lately?" Mary asks her guest casually from where she lounges on the big, leather recliner.
"Oh, well- Umph- I've just been helping Molly with selling- Fuck- girl scout cookies," Lanya responds between moans, "But I guess I- Oumph- really won't have to worry about that anymore, eheh..."
"Right on~" Mary replies, "I've been making a lot of new toys for Derril lately. Just the other day I ate a woman who was nursing her infant daughter at the store, got two-for-one there~"
SPLAP PLAP CLAP
"The little one was too small, though; more of a finger trap than a fleshlight if you ask me," Derril remarks between strokes in Molly's pussy, "So I just ate it instead. Still have that little nugget of shit it became in a jar around here somewhere."
"Oh goodness~" Lanya digs her fingers a little deeper in between her legs.
Derril lets out a deep grunt and grows more intense in his stroking.
PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP SPLRRFPLGH
"Huuaahhhh~ That's the stuff~" he says as he presses the pussy down hard and unloads into it, "Your daughter felt very nice~"
"Oh, really? Goodness, I'm glad you thought so," Lanya says, her head spinning with arousal.
"Absolutely," he says, pulling it off of his cock slowly, "But I do have plenty of better ones lying around."
"Huh?" this comment piques Lanya's interest.
"So I'm just gonna eat it," Derril continues.
Lanya rubs the back of her neck, unsure quite how to feel about it but glad she'll get to see more of her daughter made into scat.
"Wanna come kiss what's left of her goodbye before I eat it?" Derril offers.
"Please," Lanya obliges, making her way to the base of the chair and kneeling down to plant a tender kiss onto the soft, pink flesh of her daughter's detached pussy.
GULP
Derril tosses it in his maw and gulps it down immediately after, "And there she goes~"
Lanya returns to her seat, still blushing, and waits for what she knows is coming.
GRRRRGGGLE
It's not long before Derril's insides are done with the short-lived toy, and he gets up as he prepares to dispose of it. He grabs a mason jar out of a drawer and returns to the women sitting on sofas in the living room.
"Alright, here goes the last of her," Derril says as he squats down over the jar. Mary and Lanya both watch intently. He spreads his rear with his hands, and his butthole tenses then widens.
PFFFRRR FLBRRRBLT PLAT FBLR BLLRRT SPLAP
Two logs of shit land unceremoniously in the jar, the last bits of Lanya's 6-year-old daughter turned to shit like the rest of her was before.
The first log is harder and only loses a little shape against the bottom of the jar as it lands within. The second is softer and drapes limplyover the first inside the jar.
Derril gets up and seals a lid onto the jar with a smile.
"Now, I'm sure you probably gotta head home awful soon," Derril says, "but why don't you send us one of Molly's school pictures if you got a spare? Always nice to know what a piece of my collection used to look like, and I doubt your relatives will be asking for pictures of her for much longer."
A few days later, a small envelope arrives in the mail. It contains nothing but a small photo of a smiling young wolf girl. Derril smiles himself as he looks at it, and he opens up a cabinet filled with his collection. He tapes the photo onto a mason jar containing two turds, and he closes the door back on it.