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I had a lot of fun with this one. Writing out one continuous but dense story that's small in scope like this was earnestly a pleasure.", "writing": "The sound of a ringing bell reverberates into the room, echoing off the cool, clean tiles. It's barely picked up by one James Vulpes, however. He's more concerned with a few other matters.\n\nGWRRRRRGGGGGGLE\n\nHis guts are currently working away at what's left of a janitor. He had been a polite, hard-working man who mostly kept to himself. Now, he's a heavy slurry pumping through the bowels of a voracious fox.\n\nJames wears the stolen uniform of the custodian, the buttons on the front of the dull, grey shirt barely holding over his distended gut full of mostly-digested remains. Each bone of notable size that slowly slides along beneath the surface of his gut as it pumps deeper into his bowels threatens to finally snap each straining button it grazes, but the small pieces of metal holding together the stolen outfit hold. \n\nThe uniform was finely-tailored; the school district certainly put a lot of effort into every little thing that went into education for its students. Embroidered on the right breast of the shirt is the name \"Holton County Elementary School\". \n\nThe disguise has worked well for him so far; nobody took more than a glance at him despite his gut on his way into the restroom. It only makes sense, of course, as a place for a custodian to be. Judging by how spotless the place is, the school's janitors must visit regularly.\n\nGLRRRGGGGLE GWRRRFFFF\n\nThe fox pants as what's left of the janitor gradually approaches his back door. The semi-fluid remains weigh down his abdomen substantially, and each movement he makes causes their mass to shift around inside. Far from debilitating, it's a satisfying experience, and aside from perhaps slightly encumbering James, it doesn't do much to stop him.\n\nJames freezes suddenly as he hears the sound of sound of little footsteps slowly approaching from the hall. They turn toward the bathroom. A devious smile creeps across his face. It's time. It's finally time. He waits patiently, stood to the side of the entrance out of view of the entering child.\n\nLittle Antoine enters the restroom in a bit of a hurry. He's a 9-year-old bunny with soft, white fur and floppy little ears. The bulge of his tiny, poofy tail bounces on the back of his pants; he's so young that his tail hasn't grown out enough to warrant tailoring pants with a tailhole to fit it yet.\n\nAntoine seems in a bit of a rush, carrying a bathroom pass from his teacher in one hand and hurrying his fluffy butt quickly to a stall. He doesn't even stop to consider the urinals. Bingo.\n\nJames follows Antoine quickly into the stall before he can close the door. The little bunny tries to shriek as he's startled, but James covers his mouth. \"I won't hurt you if you keep quiet. Alright, little bunny~?\" he says with a sly smile.\n\nThe little boy, now terrified by the sudden appearance of this stranger in a janitor's uniform, nods with his little eyes wide and every muscle in his body trembling, not daring to make a sound.\n\n\"Good~ That's all I want from you~\" James replies, ruffling the fur between the boy's ears, \"Now, just sit down and go~ Pretend I'm not even here~\"\n\nStifling a whimper, the boy pulls down his pants, letting his small, undeveloped penis out and exposing his soft rear end. He uncomfortably takes a seat on the toilet. Antoine is obviously still tense, judging by how he trembles and how he struggles to void his waste with James in front of him.\n\nThe fox isn't content to just stand and watch, however. James kneels down in front of the toilet, shifting the heft of his full gut downward, and places his hands gently on the bunny boy's thighs. He then leans forward and nestles his muzzle nicely between the boy's legs.\n\n\"Wh-What are you d-\" the boy tries to stammer a question as quietly as he can.\n\n\"Don't worry about it, bunny. Just go. I know you have to~\" the fox calmly demands, cutting him off.\n\nThe boy sniffles just a little, painfully uncomfortable with everything that's happening and afraid of what the strange man might do to him. He doesn't even look like any janitor he's met before.\n\nJames lightly squeeze's the boy's leg to urge him, \"Come on, now...\"\n\nThe boy strains against his own tensed muscles, letting out little high-pitched grunts and trembling throughout his entire body as he presses out a solid log of scat into the toilet.\n\nPLOP\n\nIt's small enough it would easily fit in the boy's hand, but it carries a potent smell, earthy but with a sour twinge. James' canine nose twitches as he sniffs from his position nuzzled between Antoine's legs. He breathes deep but quickly, drinking in the scent.\n\nThe bunny whimpers with discomfort at the strange man's actions, but he still has to go and he still fears what the man will do to him if he disobeys. With another grunt, a second, slightly larger log crowns then slowly snakes its way out of him. It takes him a few seconds and a lot of pushing to pass it, despite it not being tremendously large, from the stress he's under.\n\nPLOP\n\nIt lands in the bowl, disturbing the first where it floats and creating ripples as the turds float slowly away from each other. The precious smell grows more powerful with this, and the fox is sure to take it all in, each inhale washing over his senses with a new wave of it.\n\nFor a short while, the two remain like this, James basking in the smell and Antoine silently quivering where he's seated. After a moment, Antoine finally works up the courage to ask in a quiet, sheepish voice, \"C-Can I go now sir?\"\n\nJames slowly pulls his head away and looks up at the boy, shifting his weight backward some on the bloated belly it rests upon. \"Mmm, I don't think so~ In fact, we're just getting started~\"\n\nThe fox shifts to his feet, which does take a moment with the bones and filth that are left of the school janitor weighing him down. When he finally stands to his full height again, he only briefly pauses to stretch before grabbing the boy's shoulders with a carnal look in his eyes. \"Get up now,\" he says, not as much waiting for the bunny to obey as following the command for him, pulling him off the porcelain throne and to his feet. \n\nGLRRRP SQURRSH GLRRRFFF\n\nHe pulls the bunny right up to his bulging, full belly as he rotates around him in the cramped stall, the boy finding his face pressing right up against the vague outline of the janitor's skull. He must've been feline, from the shape of it.\n\nThe custodian is certainly knocking on James' back door by now, and with the pressure of Antoine's face pressing against his gut, he can barely contain it all for long enough to remove his stolen pants, sit down, and situate himself with his hapless young victim.\n\nThe fox forces the bunny boy down onto his knees, covering his mouth and giving him a quick, menacing stare to silence his terrified babbling, and pushes the boy's head between his legs. It's a position near identical to the one before, but with the roles reversed. Now, though, James has his hands firmly on the back of the bunny's head, and Antoine's chin is dipped in toilet water, his face stuffed beneath the fox's balls.\n\nFBLRRRBLFRRRT SPLRRRRRCH BLRRRFFFGHHH\n\nAs soon as he's gotten them both in position, James lets loose the gallons of shit bloating out his bowels. A messy mound forms in the toilet, quickly burying the small logs dropped by the little boy and expanding outward as more and more shit overwhelms the meager capacity of the bowl.\n\nThe child's eyes go wide as he watches the pile grow, phalanges and vertebrae tumbling out into it, sending small splashes of the foul mud onto his muzzle. He tries desperately to pull away from the encroaching mess as it grows and approaches his face, and James slowly relents, allowing him to just barely keep his muzzle out of the horrible filth. It's no act of mercy; he'll be forcibly acquainted with the deepest depths of the mound in due time. James just wants him to see all the bones sliding down into the slurry, bones of someone much bigger than the little boy who was mulched into shit all the same.\n\nSPLRT FBLRRRHBLRRTG SPLAFT BLRRRFFFGH\n\nMore and more bones tumble in as the mound grows beneath the fox's rear. Femurs, tibias, and more and more of the numerous vertebrae that were once the kind janitor's spine all slough into the mess before Antoine's innocent young eyes. It doesn't take long for the growing mass of filth to reach the edges of the bowl and grow tall enough to meet the pucker supplying it, spreading across James' cheeks as he continues to add to its mass. His abdominal bulge shrinks slowly but surely as all the scat comprising it is transferred into the bowl below.\n\nSoon, Antoine's head has been allowed to back away to the point where it's no longer in the bowl, purely because the mess is outgrowing it. This is as far back as he gets to go. James holds him in place as he continues his dump.\n\nSGLRRRRPH BLRRRRFFBLRRGLT FGLRRRRFFLGRRRT\n\nThe mushy mass of shit has completely filled the bowl. It presses up on and leaves a clinging brown fluid on the underside of the fox's balls as it fills the space, and soon it begins to flow out over the sides of the bowl like a fountain of filth. The smell had already grown to an overpowering stench, difficult to even choke down breaths of. Now that the foul remains are spilling out onto the floor of the stall, no longer contained by the bowl, Antoine feels as though he can scarcely breathe.\n\nThe little bunny's trembling and sobbing has grown to full bawling as he witnesses the morbid, disgusting display so close to his own face. It's all he can do to keep his voice down, still in vain hope of appeasing his cruel aggressor.\n\nJames stands to a squat, his backside thoroughly soaked in scat, and leans over the bunny with a demented, frightening expression as he releases the last of the janitor.\n\nSPLAT\n\nAntoine's terrified, blurry eyes are locked on the cruel face of the fox above him up until a loud splat startles him and sprays his soft, white fur with drops of thick, runny scat. He looks down, and through the tears obscuring his vision can just make out the shape of the janitor's skull sitting atop the dung pile that James has made of him.\n\nThe child trembles as James huffs, tasting the stench on his tongue as he does, and recovers his strength from the intensity of his excessive bowel movement. After several long moments, the fox's saliva dripping down onto the bunny's forehead, the little boy stammers, \"Y-You ate him...\"\n\nAntoine reaches behind him to turn the latch on the stall door, praying for a chance to flee while James is winded from making his mess, but the fox grabs him by the neck. He tries to scream, but no sound gets past the fingers tightly gripping his throat.\n\nJames swaps the position of himself and the little rabbit yet again, swiveling the boy around with plenty more clearance thanks to evacuating the contents of his bowels. He bends the boy over the toilet and forces his face into the scat filling it to the brim.\n\nSPLRRRFCH\n\n\"I did eat him,\" James says, \"and unless you want to end up the same way, now you're going to eat him, too~\"\n\nAntoine has no deeper desire than to scream at the top of his tiny little lungs, but his lungs are devoid of any air to scream with, his muzzle buried in scat. It's all he can do to lift his chin up and sputter, just to get any amount of air into himself. In his desperation to breathe after the fox's assault, using precious oxygen to scream isn't an option. His rapid breaths after he manages to clear a passageway for air overpower him with the stench of shit, but he couldn't stop himself from taking them if he tried.\n\nSPLAP\n\nWhile the little boy is trying to recover from having his face dunked in James' dump, the fox still situated behind him takes the opportunity to ram his thoroughly erect cock hard into his tight, unwiped hole. Despite the meager size of his bowel movement, the scat still lining the boy's hole is lube enough to make him a satisfying, comfortable toy to penetrate. No amount of lube could make it comfortable for poor Antoine.\n\nPLAP PLAP PLAP\n\nJust as the boy's breathing begins to slow into a more typical rhythm with his oxygen levels returning to almost normal, James grips the back of his head with one hand, holding him in position by the shoulder for his harsh dicking down with the other, and stuffs his face back into the mess. \"I thought I made it awfully clear, little boy,\" the fox says, \"Eat up if you want to live~\"\n\nAntoine has to fight the urge to vomit as his world is once again replaced with brown slurry. Every slow movement as he opens his maw is forced against his own body fighting to keep it closed. His tongue only wants to retract as far from the vile brown slop as it can, but he forces it forward into the mess to scoop it up into his mouth. The hardest part by far, however, is swallowing. Every muscle in his throat fights vigorously on instinct to throw up, to eject the content of his stomach and the filth teetering on the edge of his throat with it. He can't, though, he needs to swallow it. His life depends on it.\n\nGULP\n\nWith one sickening swallow he gets it down. It's the most disgusting thing he's experienced in his short nine years of life. With the first swallow down, his mind turns again to his need for oxygen. Fortunately, at just the same time, the fox raping him eases his hand up, allowing the bunny to surface for air.\n\nPLAP PLAP PLAP\n\n\"Ngh- How was it~? Is he tasty, bunny~? I hope so; you've got a lot more to eat if you want to go home tonight~\" the fox taunts as Antoine sputters and coughs. A short moment later, he forces the bunny's head right back under.\n\nThe dread and sheer anguish of his situation only worsens as it dawns on little Antoine that the hellish experience he'd just went through is about to become a routine he repeats multiple times a minute if he wants to live. He doesn't know how long it will last, but it certainly couldn't end soon enough for the poor boy. He slowly forces another swallow of shit, then another. Each gulp has less time between, not from getting in any way used to the horrible taste of shit, but from getting used to forcing his body to move against its every most basic instinct to ingest more of the foul dung. He takes another gulp and almost chokes on an unseen finger bone somewhere in the mix.\n\nPLAP PLAP PLAP\n\nJames meanwhile is delighting in the little boy's torment. He'd been pent up all morning with the thrill of what he was to commit himself to doing fully sunken in, and even moreso had he been intensely aroused through every stage of executing his plan. He'd been dripping pre like a fountain from the moment he caught sight of little Antoine, whose name he still doesn't even know, and now he unleashes the full force of that energy and desire into a vicious, violent rape. Each quiet little gulp as his victim forces another mouthful of scat down his gullet entices him further, and his hips are moving faster than they ever have before. The soft rear end and even softer fur that the little boy has make for excellent cushioning for all the force he's exerting.\n\nPLAP PLAP PLAP\n\nDunk after dunk, swallow after swallow, the little bunny carves out a small hole around where his face has been forced in again and again. James responds by merely forcing him deeper. The fox has been on the brink of orgasm for minutes now as he continually ravages the little boy, but he's not ready for the climax that he's been building toward all day- nay, all month since he first concocted the horrible plot. He's wringing all the pleasure he can out of this precious, vile moment.\n\nPLAP PLAP PLAP\n\nMore minutes pass, long and grueling for little Antoine, flying by on the wings of adrenaline and dopamine for the vicious James. The bowl's contents gradually reduce with each swallow, the scat spilling in to fill the space excavated by the child's tongue. Over the course of the forced intercourse, the mass of scat in the toilet bowl shifts to instead be inside little Antoine's belly, bulging him out more and more as he eats, leaving only shit-stained bones behind.\n\nJames watches the boy's belly balloon out gradually until it were as large as a pregnant woman's. His lust only grows, and as the boy weeps and wretches with all the scat in proximity of his head devoured, he finally blows his load deep into little Antoine's tailhole.\n\nPLAP PLAP PLAP SPLRRRGHT\n\nThe fox leans over the bunny and pants as the intensity of the orgasm washes over him. When he catches his breath, he pulls out of the boy's ass and releases his grip on him. Little Antoine collapses to the floor, convulsing in horrible sobs, unable to hold air in his lungs long enough to scream as his body expels each breath he takes near instantly. His position on the shit-covered floor only makes him feel worse.\n\nThe child is far too disturbed to speak, but James has a feeling he knows what he'd be asking if he could. \"Did you eat enough for me to let you go?\" he states the question more than asks it, \"Mmh, but that's a trick question, really~ I was never going to let you go, little boy~\"\n\nAntoine is barely able to pull himself up into a sitting position, leaned against the front of the toilet, still soaked in runny shit from the overflow that it experienced prior. What he sees through the blur of his tears is a yawning, brown-stained abyss gaping in front of him.\n\nSCHLRRRK\n\n\"Fuuuuuuuck~\" James pants as he squats down and slips Antoine's entire head into his rectum. In an instant, the overhead lighting of the school bathroom is entirely drowned in filthy darkness for the little bunny, and if his fur weren't utterly soaked in the fox's shit before, it certainly is now. \n\nThe pred's interior is still lined with a thick layer of shit from what residual remains of the janitor failed to escape him, and the bunny even feels a small finger bone slide under his chin as he's stuffed inside. James' outside isn't much better, every part of his ass having been lathered in shit when the toilet overflowed. It rubs into the fur of Antoine's shoulders and seeps slowly down his body.\n\nGLRRRFK\n\nAntoine is too deeply disturbed and in shock to resist, but his body continues to convulse in some motion like sobbing. It really grants James the best of both worlds; Antoine slides deeper in without any fight at all, now past his shoulders, but his involuntary movements still stimulate his prostate about as well as if he were fighting for his life. They're perhaps not as forceful of motions, but they're more stable and rhythmic and use his entire body. It's a worthy tradeoff.\n\nSCHGLRRF\n\nJames passes the bunny's chest and progresses down his bloated abdomen, his belly bulging out with little Antoine's defeated form trapped inside. \"Ngh- Huff...\" he slows his descent momentarily to catch his breath and revel in the pleasure of it, \"Little boys like you make the best sex toys~\"\n\nGLRRRFK\n\nHe reaches below the bunny's waist, pulling in the last of his shit-engorged belly. Past the widest point on his body, James is now able to stand without little Antoine sliding out. At this point, his fate is all but sealed. 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She scans the room.\n\n\"Where is Antoine?\" she asks the class.\n\n\"He left to use the bathroom I think an hour ago,\" comes a response from one of Antoine's classmates.\n\nThe teacher only scoffs, \"A young boy like him skipping class in the bathroom? Typical.\" Silently, in her head, she adds, \"What a shit-brained boy.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sound of a ringing bell reverberates into the room, echoing off the cool, clean tiles. It's barely picked up by one James Vulpes, however. He's more concerned with a few other matters.

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His guts are currently working away at what's left of a janitor. He had been a polite, hard-working man who mostly kept to himself. Now, he's a heavy slurry pumping through the bowels of a voracious fox.

James wears the stolen uniform of the custodian, the buttons on the front of the dull, grey shirt barely holding over his distended gut full of mostly-digested remains. Each bone of notable size that slowly slides along beneath the surface of his gut as it pumps deeper into his bowels threatens to finally snap each straining button it grazes, but the small pieces of metal holding together the stolen outfit hold.

The uniform was finely-tailored; the school district certainly put a lot of effort into every little thing that went into education for its students. Embroidered on the right breast of the shirt is the name "Holton County Elementary School".

The disguise has worked well for him so far; nobody took more than a glance at him despite his gut on his way into the restroom. It only makes sense, of course, as a place for a custodian to be. Judging by how spotless the place is, the school's janitors must visit regularly.

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The fox pants as what's left of the janitor gradually approaches his back door. The semi-fluid remains weigh down his abdomen substantially, and each movement he makes causes their mass to shift around inside. Far from debilitating, it's a satisfying experience, and aside from perhaps slightly encumbering James, it doesn't do much to stop him.

James freezes suddenly as he hears the sound of sound of little footsteps slowly approaching from the hall. They turn toward the bathroom. A devious smile creeps across his face. It's time. It's finally time. He waits patiently, stood to the side of the entrance out of view of the entering child.

Little Antoine enters the restroom in a bit of a hurry. He's a 9-year-old bunny with soft, white fur and floppy little ears. The bulge of his tiny, poofy tail bounces on the back of his pants; he's so young that his tail hasn't grown out enough to warrant tailoring pants with a tailhole to fit it yet.

Antoine seems in a bit of a rush, carrying a bathroom pass from his teacher in one hand and hurrying his fluffy butt quickly to a stall. He doesn't even stop to consider the urinals. Bingo.

James follows Antoine quickly into the stall before he can close the door. The little bunny tries to shriek as he's startled, but James covers his mouth. "I won't hurt you if you keep quiet. Alright, little bunny~?" he says with a sly smile.

The little boy, now terrified by the sudden appearance of this stranger in a janitor's uniform, nods with his little eyes wide and every muscle in his body trembling, not daring to make a sound.

"Good~ That's all I want from you~" James replies, ruffling the fur between the boy's ears, "Now, just sit down and go~ Pretend I'm not even here~"

Stifling a whimper, the boy pulls down his pants, letting his small, undeveloped penis out and exposing his soft rear end.  He uncomfortably takes a seat on the toilet. Antoine is obviously still tense, judging by how he trembles and how he struggles to void his waste with James in front of him.

The fox isn't content to just stand and watch, however. James kneels down in front of the toilet, shifting the heft of his full gut downward, and places his hands gently on the bunny boy's thighs. He then leans forward and nestles his muzzle nicely between the boy's legs.

"Wh-What are you d-" the boy tries to stammer a question as quietly as he can.

"Don't worry about it, bunny. Just go. I know you have to~" the fox calmly demands, cutting him off.

The boy sniffles just a little, painfully uncomfortable with everything that's happening and afraid of what the strange man might do to him. He doesn't even look like any janitor he's met before.

James lightly squeeze's the boy's leg to urge him, "Come on, now..."

The boy strains against his own tensed muscles, letting out little high-pitched grunts and trembling throughout his entire body as he presses out a solid log of scat into the toilet.

PLOP

It's small enough it would easily fit in the boy's hand, but it carries a potent smell, earthy but with a sour twinge. James' canine nose twitches as he sniffs from his position nuzzled between Antoine's legs. He breathes deep but quickly, drinking in the scent.

The bunny whimpers with discomfort at the strange man's actions, but he still has to go and he still fears what the man will do to him if he disobeys. With another grunt, a second, slightly larger log crowns then slowly snakes its way out of him. It takes him a few seconds and a lot of pushing to pass it, despite it not being tremendously large, from the stress he's under.

PLOP

It lands in the bowl, disturbing the first where it floats and creating ripples as the turds float slowly away from each other. The precious smell grows more powerful with this, and the fox is sure to take it all in, each inhale washing over his senses with a new wave of it.

For a short while, the two remain like this, James basking in the smell and Antoine silently quivering where he's seated. After a moment, Antoine finally works up the courage to ask in a quiet, sheepish voice, "C-Can I go now sir?"

James slowly pulls his head away and looks up at the boy, shifting his weight backward some on the bloated belly it rests upon. "Mmm, I don't think so~ In fact, we're just getting started~"

The fox shifts to his feet, which does take a moment with the bones and filth that are left of the school janitor weighing him down. When he finally stands to his full height again, he only briefly pauses to stretch before grabbing the boy's shoulders with a carnal look in his eyes. "Get up now," he says, not as much waiting for the bunny to obey as following the command for him, pulling him off the porcelain throne and to his feet.

GLRRRP SQURRSH GLRRRFFF

He pulls the bunny right up to his bulging, full belly as he rotates around him in the cramped stall, the boy finding his face pressing right up against the vague outline of the janitor's skull. He must've been feline, from the shape of it.

The custodian is certainly knocking on James' back door by now, and with the pressure of Antoine's face pressing against his gut, he can barely contain it all for long enough to remove his stolen pants, sit down, and situate himself with his hapless young victim.

The fox forces the bunny boy down onto his knees, covering his mouth and giving him a quick, menacing stare to silence his terrified babbling, and pushes the boy's head between his legs. It's a position near identical to the one before, but with the roles reversed. Now, though, James has his hands firmly on the back of the bunny's head, and Antoine's chin is dipped in toilet water, his face stuffed beneath the fox's balls.

FBLRRRBLFRRRT SPLRRRRRCH BLRRRFFFGHHH

As soon as he's gotten them both in position, James lets loose the gallons of shit bloating out his bowels. A messy mound forms in the toilet, quickly burying the small logs dropped by the little boy and expanding outward as more and more shit overwhelms the meager capacity of the bowl.

The child's eyes go wide as he watches the pile grow, phalanges and vertebrae tumbling out into it, sending small splashes of the foul mud onto his muzzle. He tries desperately to pull away from the encroaching mess as it grows and approaches his face, and James slowly relents, allowing him to just barely keep his muzzle out of the horrible filth. It's no act of mercy; he'll be forcibly acquainted with the deepest depths of the mound in due time. James just wants him to see all the bones sliding down into the slurry, bones of someone much bigger than the little boy who was mulched into shit all the same.

SPLRT FBLRRRHBLRRTG SPLAFT BLRRRFFFGH

More and more bones tumble in as the mound grows beneath the fox's rear. Femurs, tibias, and more and more of the numerous vertebrae that were once the kind janitor's spine all slough into the mess before Antoine's innocent young eyes. It doesn't take long for the growing mass of filth to reach the edges of the bowl and grow tall enough to meet the pucker supplying it, spreading across James' cheeks as he continues to add to its mass. His abdominal bulge shrinks slowly but surely as all the scat comprising it is transferred into the bowl below.

Soon, Antoine's head has been allowed to back away to the point where it's no longer in the bowl, purely because the mess is outgrowing it. This is as far back as he gets to go. James holds him in place as he continues his dump.

SGLRRRRPH BLRRRRFFBLRRGLT FGLRRRRFFLGRRRT

The mushy mass of shit has completely filled the bowl. It presses up on and leaves a clinging brown fluid on the underside of the fox's balls as it fills the space, and soon it begins to flow out over the sides of the bowl like a fountain of filth. The smell had already grown to an overpowering stench, difficult to even choke down breaths of. Now that the foul remains are spilling out onto the floor of the stall, no longer contained by the bowl, Antoine feels as though he can scarcely breathe.

The little bunny's trembling and sobbing has grown to full bawling as he witnesses the morbid, disgusting display so close to his own face. It's all he can do to keep his voice down, still in vain hope of appeasing his cruel aggressor.

James stands to a squat, his backside thoroughly soaked in scat, and leans over the bunny with a demented, frightening expression as he releases the last of the janitor.

SPLAT

Antoine's terrified, blurry eyes are locked on the cruel face of the fox above him up until a loud splat startles him and sprays his soft, white fur with drops of thick, runny scat. He looks down, and through the tears obscuring his vision can just make out the shape of the janitor's skull sitting atop the dung pile that James has made of him.

The child trembles as James huffs, tasting the stench on his tongue as he does, and recovers his strength from the intensity of his excessive bowel movement. After several long moments, the fox's saliva dripping down onto the bunny's forehead, the little boy stammers, "Y-You ate him..."

Antoine reaches behind him to turn the latch on the stall door, praying for a chance to flee while James is winded from making his mess, but the fox grabs him by the neck. He tries to scream, but no sound gets past the fingers tightly gripping his throat.

James swaps the position of himself and the little rabbit yet again, swiveling the boy around with plenty more clearance thanks to evacuating the contents of his bowels. He bends the boy over the toilet and forces his face into the scat filling it to the brim.

SPLRRRFCH

"I did eat him," James says, "and unless you want to end up the same way, now you're going to eat him, too~"

Antoine has no deeper desire than to scream at the top of his tiny little lungs, but his lungs are devoid of any air to scream with, his muzzle buried in scat. It's all he can do to lift his chin up and sputter, just to get any amount of air into himself. In his desperation to breathe after the fox's assault, using precious oxygen to scream isn't an option. His rapid breaths after he manages to clear a passageway for air overpower him with the stench of shit, but he couldn't stop himself from taking them if he tried.

SPLAP

While the little boy is trying to recover from having his face dunked in James' dump, the fox still situated behind him takes the opportunity to ram his thoroughly erect cock hard into his tight, unwiped hole. Despite the meager size of his bowel movement, the scat still lining the boy's hole is lube enough to make him a satisfying, comfortable toy to penetrate. No amount of lube could make it comfortable for poor Antoine.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

Just as the boy's breathing begins to slow into a more typical rhythm with his oxygen levels returning to almost normal, James grips the back of his head with one hand, holding him in position by the shoulder for his harsh dicking down with the other, and stuffs his face back into the mess. "I thought I made it awfully clear, little boy," the fox says, "Eat up if you want to live~"

Antoine has to fight the urge to vomit as his world is once again replaced with brown slurry. Every slow movement as he opens his maw is forced against his own body fighting to keep it closed. His tongue only wants to retract as far from the vile brown slop as it can, but he forces it forward into the mess to scoop it up into his mouth. The hardest part by far, however, is swallowing. Every muscle in his throat fights vigorously on instinct to throw up, to eject the content of his stomach and the filth teetering on the edge of his throat with it. He can't, though, he needs to swallow it. His life depends on it.

GULP

With one sickening swallow he gets it down. It's the most disgusting thing he's experienced in his short nine years of life. With the first swallow down, his mind turns again to his need for oxygen. Fortunately, at just the same time, the fox raping him eases his hand up, allowing the bunny to surface for air.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

"Ngh- How was it~? Is he tasty, bunny~? I hope so; you've got a lot more to eat if you want to go home tonight~" the fox taunts as Antoine sputters and coughs. A short moment later, he forces the bunny's head right back under.

The dread and sheer anguish of his situation only worsens as it dawns on little Antoine that the hellish experience he'd just went through is about to become a routine he repeats multiple times a minute if he wants to live. He doesn't know how long it will last, but it certainly couldn't end soon enough for the poor boy. He slowly forces another swallow of shit, then another. Each gulp has less time between, not from getting in any way used to the horrible taste of shit, but from getting used to forcing his body to move against its every most basic instinct to ingest more of the foul dung. He takes another gulp and almost chokes on an unseen finger bone somewhere in the mix.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

James meanwhile is delighting in the little boy's torment. He'd been pent up all morning with the thrill of what he was to commit himself to doing fully sunken in, and even moreso had he been intensely aroused through every stage of executing his plan. He'd been dripping pre like a fountain from the moment he caught sight of little Antoine, whose name he still doesn't even know, and now he unleashes the full force of that energy and desire into a vicious, violent rape. Each quiet little gulp as his victim forces another mouthful of scat down his gullet entices him further, and his hips are moving faster than they ever have before. The soft rear end and even softer fur that the little boy has make for excellent cushioning for all the force he's exerting.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

Dunk after dunk, swallow after swallow, the little bunny carves out a small hole around where his face has been forced in again and again. James responds by merely forcing him deeper. The fox has been on the brink of orgasm for minutes now as he continually ravages the little boy, but he's not ready for the climax that he's been building toward all day- nay, all month since he first concocted the horrible plot. He's wringing all the pleasure he can out of this precious, vile moment.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

More minutes pass, long and grueling for little Antoine, flying by on the wings of adrenaline and dopamine for the vicious James. The bowl's contents gradually reduce with each swallow, the scat spilling in to fill the space excavated by the child's tongue. Over the course of the forced intercourse, the mass of scat in the toilet bowl shifts to instead be inside little Antoine's belly, bulging him out more and more as he eats, leaving only shit-stained bones behind.

James watches the boy's belly balloon out gradually until it were as large as a pregnant woman's. His lust only grows, and as the boy weeps and wretches with all the scat in proximity of his head devoured, he finally blows his load deep into little Antoine's tailhole.

PLAP PLAP PLAP SPLRRRGHT

The fox leans over the bunny and pants as the intensity of the orgasm washes over him. When he catches his breath, he pulls out of the boy's ass and releases his grip on him. Little Antoine collapses to the floor, convulsing in horrible sobs, unable to hold air in his lungs long enough to scream as his body expels each breath he takes near instantly. His position on the shit-covered floor only makes him feel worse.

The child is far too disturbed to speak, but James has a feeling he knows what he'd be asking if he could. "Did you eat enough for me to let you go?" he states the question more than asks it, "Mmh, but that's a trick question, really~ I was never going to let you go, little boy~"

Antoine is barely able to pull himself up into a sitting position, leaned against the front of the toilet, still soaked in runny shit from the overflow that it experienced prior. What he sees through the blur of his tears is a yawning, brown-stained abyss gaping in front of him.

SCHLRRRK

"Fuuuuuuuck~" James pants as he squats down and slips Antoine's entire head into his rectum. In an instant, the overhead lighting of the school bathroom is entirely drowned in filthy darkness for the little bunny, and if his fur weren't utterly soaked in the fox's shit before, it certainly is now.

The pred's interior is still lined with a thick layer of shit from what residual remains of the janitor failed to escape him, and the bunny even feels a small finger bone slide under his chin as he's stuffed inside. James' outside isn't much better, every part of his ass having been lathered in shit when the toilet overflowed. It rubs into the fur of Antoine's shoulders and seeps slowly down his body.

GLRRRFK

Antoine is too deeply disturbed and in shock to resist, but his body continues to convulse in some motion like sobbing. It really grants James the best of both worlds; Antoine slides deeper in without any fight at all, now past his shoulders, but his involuntary movements still stimulate his prostate about as well as if he were fighting for his life. They're perhaps not as forceful of motions, but they're more stable and rhythmic and use his entire body. It's a worthy tradeoff.

SCHGLRRF

James passes the bunny's chest and progresses down his bloated abdomen, his belly bulging out with little Antoine's defeated form trapped inside. "Ngh- Huff..." he slows his descent momentarily to catch his breath and revel in the pleasure of it, "Little boys like you make the best sex toys~"

GLRRRFK

He reaches below the bunny's waist, pulling in the last of his shit-engorged belly. Past the widest point on his body, James is now able to stand without little Antoine sliding out. At this point, his fate is all but sealed. James stretches in the stall and takes in one last firm whiff of the pungent fecal air while slow, rhythmic clenches of his donut hole work Antoine deeper and deeper inside.

GLRK SCHRK GLRRRRRGGGGLE

As James opens the stall door once more, Antoine disappears up to his ankles, most of his body now bulging out the pred's abdomen. His little paws vanish as James reaches the sink and begins to wash his hands, whistling a happy tune with his mind still soaring with the pleasure and thrill of what he's done. His gut churns loudly as it accepts the little boy into itself.

He grabs his shit-stained pants from the floor, for decency of course, and leaves the room as soon as they're around his waist. His gut is still squirming as he walks out the door, and he's still more than pleased with himself.

Down the hall, the fox walks past a classroom door on his way out of the building. Inside, an older woman is standing in front of a whiteboard. She scans the room.

"Where is Antoine?" she asks the class.

"He left to use the bathroom I think an hour ago," comes a response from one of Antoine's classmates.

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