Sylvia was trembling slightly. The teenage anthro gazelle watched through the window as the car with her parents left the driveway and drove down the road.
She was going to be alone for the weekend. No school either of course. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Her nethers throbbed and her panties clung noticeable to her swollen labia.
Today was the day!

Sylvia had a very peculiar fantasy, which she had hidden for years. Her computer had a hidden folder full of drawings and photos, anyone else would find repulsing. She had even photoshopped pictures of herself. Her skills were sub par. What was slightly better was the AI generated manipulation she had made of her own body. But all that masturbating to these did was make the desire, the craving stronger.
She couldn't tell anyone, and she most definitely didn't want to be interrupted.
To calm herself she went down to the kitchen and filled herself a lemonade. Then another.
The time seemed to crawl. But she knew her mother's tendency to forget something and turn back from a trip. If it wasn't at least half an hour, the risk was just too high.
Biting her lip, she thought of a particular video. It was a cruel one she had found in the depths of the web, where some people captured a feral deer, then gutted it alive. She could watch it. No, then she'd masturbate to it, and then she'd end up doing that the whole day... today was different. Today was for real.
Sylvia took a deep breath and went up to the bathroom, undressed, first her shirt, then her jeans, and finally her slightly soaked panties. She threw everything into the laundry basket. She didn't need it anymore. Then she went to her room, opened the bottom drawer and took out a sharp, silvery knife, which she had hidden away for today. Shaking and biting her lips, she took it to the bathroom and entered the shower.
The warm water running through her fur helped her relax. She was excited, afraid, horny. Too agitated to even think. She shampooed her hair and her fur, then rinsed it all away. Then she took the shower-head from the rail and guided it between her legs, letting the little jets tickle her labia and her throbbing clit. Trembling and moaning, she pressed the head against herself, felt the water urge its way between her folds and into herself, filling her, until it escaped from between her slit and the plastic. Moaning, she rubbed the shower-head against herself, humping it.
When the sensation became unbearable close, she took the lever of the faucet and thrust it all the way to cold. The sudden icy sensation almost burnt. It also drove her over the edge. She bleated, clenching her teeth, letting go of the head, which dangled down from the hose, splashing cold water against her legs, while all the water from inside her squirted out as her belly contracted. One hand she had on the wall to brace herself, the other was clinching two of the nipples on her udder as she rode out her climax.
Moaning in much less relief than she had hoped, she rinsed herself, cold, then stepped out of the shower and took a towel.
By the time she had dried her fur she could think straighter. Her labia still throbbed, but at least she didn't feel all sticky anymore. She stood under the large hot air fan that anthros had in their bathrooms to dry their fur after a shower and looked in the mirror at her reflection.
At her udder, her ever so slightly bulging belly, quite natural for a herbivore like her. And she imagined.
The throbbing in her nethers became stronger. But no, today was not about fantasizing. Today was about finally doing it, she reminded herself. She threw a glance at the knife on the sink - not yet. But soon.
First she went to the closet and took the shaver. A device for fur trimming. But she took the plastic bit away, exposing the flat metal that would remove fur all the way down to the skin. She turned it on with a hum, then, pressing out her tummy a bit to make the skin even more tight, applied it between her teats on her udder.
The fur there was very thin. The shaver felt cold, and it tickled. It felt quite nice actually, almost like a vibrator. But she drew it upwards, quickly gathering more and more of her belly fur. So much she had to remove the shaver. Let the fluff fall down and redo it. Soon she reached her belly button, and then she continued, left and right, until she had freed a bare landing strip, going all the way up her now very exposed belly.
Goose bumps started to form where her fur had been removed. It reminded her of pictures of plucked chicken bellies. She moaned and put the shaver away. A drop of her juices formed on her wet nethers. She could smell the scent of her own arousal again, but now, after the shower, it was cleaner, purer. Pleasant. She put the shaver away, then put a finger between her legs, and smeared her nectar upwards over her nipples, slippery and smooth.
If her mother saw her like this, she'd be in trouble. The fur would not regrow in two days. Well, she just had to go all the way then...
Sylvia went and got a broom to get all the hair away. Then she came back with a black marker and stood in front of the large bath room mirror. The shaved strip already marked the area pretty well, but Sylvia wanted to make sure she made no mistake. She felt for her pubic bone with two fingers, then marked the spot right in the middle. And then a line upwards, dashed...
She had to stop multiple times and look at the cut-line on her belly from multiple angles, with and without the mirror. This was so hot! She had done such a thing multiple times - in photoshop. But not for real. She traced the line with her finger, down from her pubic bone up to her rib-cage, all the way across her belly. She pressed inwards a bit, felt her muscles and her bowels underneath. She pushed her belly out as far as she could making herself bulge and her skin stretch until she felt light headed from holding her breath.
"Let's do this." She moaned, panting, trembling. She placed the marker on the sink, then re-arranged the large mirror to point at the bathtub. Then she took the knife and, the blade in her hand, trembling and dizzy, she stepped first one hoof, then the other into the tub.
This was going to be slippery later, she realized. When her blood and guts were in the tub. She'd better sit down.

Sylvia took a deep breath and once more looked at her reflection. At the naked gazelle girl, who struck a sexy pose, her belly exposed and marked, legs slightly spread. Then she pointed the knife at the bottom of the line, until she could feel the tip poke against her skin.
Her nipples were so pointy it almost hurt. She took a deep breath and pressed the knife against her.
The little pricking sensation turned into a straining pain. Her skin bulged inwards under the blade and she groaned, trying to impale herself. But the more she pushed, the more it hurt.
She couldn't. She tried it slow. But that reached a point where it hurt too much before her skin gave way. She tried it suddenly, but that only caused her to almost let go of the blade.
She looked at her marked exposed belly. A tiny red dot had appeared. It felt agitated and a drop of blood escaped, but that was merely a scratch. Why did this hurt so much...
This was frustrating. Worse, her skin seemed to become more sensitive the more she tried. She tried it at the upper end instead, just below her rib-cage, but that was even worse. She couldn't stick the blade into her belly. Her own betraying body wouldn't let her, and defied her with annoying waves of pain that were stronger even than her arousal. And a turn-off.
Moaning in frustration, Sylvia placed the knife down and stepped out of the tub. Trembling. Feeling ashamed. She couldn't stop here, she was determined.
More importantly, she didn't think that, if she failed today, that she would ever again dare to do it. She'd have to face her moms questions about why she had shaved her belly. The little prick she had caused wouldn't even matter, it was too small to even leave a scar.
Sylvia walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open, and went aimlessly to her room. But there was nothing there.
Then she had an idea.
Her mothers medication cabinet had what she was looking for. Painkillers. The strong ones, for when you had a tooth ache. She hadn't wanted to take any, she didn't want her sensations or mind to be dulled, but if it was that or nothing, then she'd take them. Two at the same time. That would be enough.
The annoying thing was the waiting. She went to the large mirror in her parents bedroom and watched her reflection. The little red throbbing point on the slit was tantalizing, begging to continue what she started. The line was so hot. She started fingering herself to bide the time.
Eventually she started feeling a bit numb. Her fingertips, but also her clit felt the touch less. She had to knead that much harder to keep herself going. But at the same time she welcomed the feeling. She tested prodding the tiny wound on her belly with her fingers. It still stung to the touch, but less. Her mouth felt a bit numb too, biting her lips didn't do the same.
She waited a bit longer, hoping for the numbing to reach its peak, before she went back to the bathroom.
Once more she took the knife. This time with more confidence. She pressed out her belly, against the blade, then pushed inwards, straining.
A groan escaped her. She could feel the tip bite into her skin a tiny bit more. This was it! She was doing it, she was cutting her belly! The excitement made her heart pound, but in the end, the pain was still too much. It fought her excitement and arousal down, and before her skin finally gave way, her resolve faltered.

This time there was quite a bit of blood, oozing down between her udders nipples and over her clit. She barely felt the sensation but she could see the drop form and drip down. So hot!
Almost. She was almost there. This was tantalizing. And frustrating. She knew, she could get the blade in if she forced herself, but she doubted she had enough strength to do the next part. The part where she'd start cutting. The numbing was good, it was the right thing, just not enough.
And Sylvia knew what else she needed. It was one of those things everyone knew not to do. But it hardly mattered now, did it? She giggled. She was a naughty gazelle.

Sylvia opened the cabinet in the living room. She left a few blood drops on the carpet. Those probably wouldn't wash out, but she didn't care. If she went through with it now, it didn't matter. Just one more point of no return she was almost thankful for. She didn't want to explain those to her parents, so, she just had to … DO it.
The cabinet held an arrangement of bottles. Her parents weren't drinkers, but there were some exquisite liquors for special occasions. Hell, iff this wasn't a special occasion, then what else was?
Sylvia filled herself a glass, already feeling light headed from the painkillers, the excitement and adrenaline. "Cheers!" she told to the reflection in the glass, and ex-ed the burning liquid. It felt hot in her throat but not as burning as she had expected.
Then she refilled the glass. The bottle had only been a third full, so she emptied it. "Sorry mom, I bet that one was expensive." She said giggling, spiteful. Then she drunk that too.
She felt her cheeks redden and a slight flush from the alcohol. It wasn't much, she didn't want to drink herself into a stupor, just enough to, well, do it.

As Sylvia climbed back into the bathtub she felt a tiny bit woozy. But still clear enough to know exactly what she was doing. The liquor burnt in her food pipe and her stomach, a nice warming feeling. Her nethers didn't have nearly as much sensation in them as she had wished, trying to rub herself only made her more horny, but then again she hadn't come here to masturbate. At least not in this way.
Instead she took the knife again. This was the real deal. And she'd use an entirely new hole this time. The thought of masturbating with a knife made her giggle. This was a type of penetration after all, wasn't it? "Well, here goes my belly virginity...." she announced, and pushed the knife into herself.
The pain in her skin was duller and the knife had already made enough of a hole large enough to suddenly slice in deep, this time. The tip of it pressed against something inside her that felt very much like the piercing sensation she had felt in the beginning, only stronger, deeper down. And there was less resistance. Before she even had time to muse if she had enough strength to push through this new barrier, she already had. The knife went in, sliding a whole two inches, now that there was nothing in the way to stop it but shifting bowels that were easily pushed out of the way.
Sylvia bleated, pain mixing with a thrilling feeling of victory. Her eyes stared at the blade embedded in her belly, then at her reflection. She had done it. She had really done it!
Her head was spinning, but it was a exhilarating feeling. This was good. There was no stopping now.
The gazelle had practiced this. After all she had fantasized about this day long enough until there was finally both enough courage and an opportunity. She had used a piece of leather and some gel packs to mimic her guts. She also knew quite a bit about gazelle anatomy. And she had read quite a few hunters guides, how to open a belly correctly. Only difference was – well. This time it was hers! She tensed her belly, then pulled the knife out in a deliberate cutting motion. It hurt, but only briefly, and it made the cut bigger. A good inch in length. Blood oozed from the wound, but not a lot. It dripped from her labia between her legs into the bath tub underneath, tickling, forming red splotches on the ceramic. Sylvia smiled. Then she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
The first inch of the dotted line was done. Once more she pushed her belly outwards, straining her belly skin against the pressure her diaphragm exerted on her guts. It hurt, but in an exciting way. An almost delicious straining sensation from the little slit, as if it was begging to be made bigger. She watched in awe, how it gaped open in her reflection, almost like a little mouth. And inside she could see something shift, pink and squishy.
Sylvia caressed the opening with her fingers. It burnt, but that did not deter her. She collected a drop of her nectar from her legs, which made her finger slipperyy and the touch much more bearable. Then she stuck her finger into the new hole, feeling the burning walls of skin left and right, and then the squishy shifting sensation of her own bowels. She worked her finger in and out, squeezing her numb nipples with the other hand.
This was awesome. She was really doing it. Her nethers throbbed like crazy.
She needed more. And the finger inside her was exactly the way to do it. She curled it a bit, pressing at her own belly skin from the inside and pulled. Like a hook. She could feel her skin bulge outwards, pulling at her wound. It hurt. But it was so exciting.
She needed the blade for that. Sylvia pushed the knife tip  into guiding it with her finger, the sharp edge biting into her straining skin. She moaned and pulled feeling her skin slide against the sharp blade - and part.
This was it. She closed her eyes, trembling, knew that she couldn’t undo that if she did that now. But there was already too much done to explain it away. And she wanted that. For so long...
The gazelle girl trembled as she slid the blade through her skin, staring at the point where the edge emerged from her belly - right down the middle of the dashed line she had painted on her furless skin. A red hue painted the shiny metal that now slid through her almost with ease. It hurt. It hurt so much, but it was a constant pain, only the spot of origin shifted, with the blade, slowly up her midsection. Only her bellybutton momentarily stopped the blade, causing a bit of resistance.
Sylvia let out a long, whimpering moan, almost a sight as she pulled the knife towards her chest, guiding the tip with her finger through skin and muscle until her fingertip hit resistance, poking into her diaphragm. The sensation caused her to gasp, instinctively removing hand and blade from her belly, staring down at her belly which was now split open along its entire length.
There they were, red, pink, white, covered in veins, squiggly and slimey and exposed. She could see her guts, exposed to the world as her belly gaped, her skin peeling back like petals of a budding flower.
A shiver went through her as she stared, her hand let go of the knife and let it fall next to the tub. Her eyes went up to the mirror to take in the sight of herself, split open. She wanted to moan in pleasure, but the tension in her belly muscles had an unexpected effect. Her mouth opened, but no air escaped. Instead, her skin parted further than before, and her bowels bulged forth. A pulling, weighing sensation. A weight on her guts not unlike you felt when you drove over a hilltop and suddenly dropped. She inhaled, involuntarily as her bowels made room, sucking her diaphragm down against her intention.
She tried to hold it in, placing her hands in front of her belly, but the sudden motion was all it took to cause her insides to spill. Her bowels unraveled as they toppeled out of her open belly, spilling left, right, over and in between her fingers, slippery and wriggley. A sudden weight pulled on her stomach, making her gag, and her bladder let go, the same moment her insides fell on the cold ceramic between her feet. Yellow liquid rinsed down her leg fur, splattered into the tub and even on her own guts, turning a redish taint as it mixed with droplets of blood. It felt like getting punched in the belly, followed by a burning inside her - even though she could quite clearly see it was anything BUT inside her.
Sylvia felt very dizzy, she did the only sane thing. She sat down on the tub rim, staring at the pile of the now soiled entrails that had been inside her only moments before.
"Fuck...." she moaned. Turned on as much as she was freaked out. Trembling, hurting, her head spinning. She felt cold. The cold air hitting her entrails and her exposed insides gave her a chill, even though it had been warm in the bathroom only a moment before.
Sylvia gazed at her reflection, seeing a gazelle girl that looked clearly overwhelmed, not sure what to do now. This had been a bit too much, too quickly. Her guts still pulled down on her, the weight of her bowels dangling from her stomach, while her larger entrails pulled down from the bottom of the slit in her. A tear formed in her eyes. Was that already it? 
Deep down she knew that she was a goner. She had gone past the point of no return. She had gutted herself. What happened now could be slow or quick, but there was no going back. It made her afraid. But it also was a bit reassuring. Nothing mattered anymore, did it? She had done it.  She had really done it. That kinda made her proud of herself.
She let herself slide down the narrow end of the tub, sitting at the bottom now, right behind the pile of her guts. That took the weight of her belly and she managed a deep breath, but she still burnt. What if she washed her guts? It was the tub after all. It had a hose with a shower-head attached. She could... she could even rinse her insides... The thought of washing herself out, with warm pleasant water felt welcoming.
Sylvia turned the water on, tried to find the temperature, then directed the stream on the steaming pile of entrails.
It burnt like hell. Like washing an open wound. Which, she realized - it was. But it also got better, quickly. On the brink of passing out, she washed her guts.
She could clearly see her own excrement inside them. The large intestines were voluminous and filled with what would have come out the next time she went to the loo. It was oddly fascinating. It was a bit disgusting and kinda hot at the same time.
The tubing was connected by some sort of white-ish skin, full of large bulging, throbbing veins that pulsed with her heartbeat, connected to her very core, a bunch of organs still inside her, dangling in the open cavity.
Sylvia now directed the water inside of her open belly.
It stung even more. But at the same time, it felt nice. The cold she felt throughout herself went away, replaced by a pleasant warmth of the water, roughly the same temperature as her insides. Sylvia giggled as she felt the water pool up inside her, making a gurgling sound, filling her hips and rising. She could feel what was inside her float in the pool she created. Her womb, her bladder. It felt weird. But nice. Weightless.
Sylvia moaned and reached between her legs, around the large bulge that was her large intestines, towards her clit. She played her fingers over her sex, then stuck them deep inside her flower. She gaped as she could see the motion inside her belly, making her womb twitch and shift. She could even see her finger through the almost translucent skin of her vaginal wall.
Sylvia let go of the shower head and instead reached inside her to touch her womb. She felt the tugging sensation between her legs and even on her own finger. She moaned, and reached for the shower head once more, pressing it against her nethers, feeling, seeing the water fill her, expand her vaginal tunnel until it was round and firm, until the sensation became almost unbearable. She could even see bubbles inside. A bit more, and she could feel the water enter her womb. Her other hand went inside her and held her womb, as it filled like a water balloon, growing, feeling heavy.
Sylvia started humping the shower head once more. When the sensation in her womb became an unbearable strain, she let go. Some of the water squirted out of her, as she arched and came, trembling and shivering.
Her womb remained full of water, resting heavily within her. Idly she looked at her guts, musing what to do next.
'I'm gonna wash my insides, inside out!' She thought with a smirk, and shifted the shower head so it would push against her sphincter. A bit of relaxation, and the water entered her, filled her large intestines, which promptly grew in size. She could see the little pieces of waste float inside, like floating pellets.
It wasn't the first time she had filled herself with water back there. But usually the volume of her belly and her skin made an upper limit on how much water she could fill into her. Making her look almost as if she was pregnant. But today... in this state, there was no such limit. She felt light headed and dizzy and there was a constant numbing throb all over her body, but what would have been excruciating pain was dulled by endorphins, drugs and alcohol. She could do with herself however she pleased.
With fascination she watched the long, semi-translucent hose that was her entrails expand and fill with water. It caused her guts to further unravel and fill the available space between her legs, in the bottom of the tub. Her other hand was back at her clit, pinching herself.
She moaned.
Eventually her colon reached capacity and the straining sensation in her guts became unpleasant. If this had been one of her earlier experiments, she'd now have taken the shower head away, relaxed, then pushed the water out of her.
But other than a quick squirt, nothing came out. Pushing had no effect but cause a sore sting from her severed belly muscles, unable to put pressure on the guts that were no longer contained within them. She could squeeze her colon, but after a first couple of squirts that only made the water inside getting pushed to a different spot.
A naughty grin formed on Sylvia's face. She basically needed to clean a hose. The best way would be to fill water in one side and have it all flow out the other side. She put the shower head to her muzzle and started drinking, feeling the warm water rinse down into her rumen, which dangled heavily and without support inside her.
It dawned to her this wouldn't work. She felt nauseous now. She wanted to throw up, but without the support of any belly muscles she couldn't. Adding more water hurt, but it wouldn't flow down into her other stomaches fast enough, much less into her intestines. She tried to squeeze her stomach, but all that did was cause the water, now with a burning taste of alcohol, to pour out of her mouth again. It flowed over her belly and over her exposed entrails and burnt.
Sylvia winced. But she was not yet discouraged. All she had to do was to rearrange her plumbing a bit, right. One end of her large guts was connected to her butt, the other was also nearby, connected to a few large veins and of course her small intestines. With a smirk she reached for the knife. 
The Gazelle moved a bit closer to the drain, held the part in question over the hole, then cut into her guts. Blood and water spilled from them, along with some of what was inside of her. She watched it with an odd satisfaction. Then she took the water hose and once more filled water into her butt, the other end flopping lose over the hole at the end of the tub.
It was a weird sensation, feeling her guts empty that way. The only problem was that her pellets quicky clogged the drain. To her horror, water, blood and feces now started pooling in the tub, all around her entrails.
"No... that's not supposed to happen!" She explained whispering, with disgust but also an odd fascination. It was embarrassing but also ... kinda arousing. Her guts literally in the gutter. Well, she had a fix. She directed the shower-head on the drain and forced the gunk down with its spray. It gurgled and formed a little whirling vortex that tugged on her entrails
Sylvia filled herself with more water, then used her hands to squeeze it through her flexible piping towards the drain, and out of her. This felt oddly satisfying. She barely felt the pain anymore, it had been replaced by a dull ache and a lightheadedness. Some amount of blood constantly oozed from her pile of guts, especially where she had cut it in half, but it wasn't much, it only stained the water red.
It didn't take long and her insides were clean, with now nothing but water in her large intestines. A green-brown liquid oozed out of the end of her small guts, but it smelled fragrant. Like fermented herbs. She briefy considered somehow connecting her gut back together, but - there was no way she could do so.
On the other hand, she couldn't try and put her guts back in her belly, while they were spilling such gunk. She started masturbating while considering her options.
If she couldn't put herself back together, what about the opposite? She didn't need her guts anymore, did she? She pulled on her entrails and felt the tugging on her rear. Completely gutting herself had been the plan anyway, all she had to do was to dress herself like a hunter dressed their prey. Right? By now it wouldn't make much of a difference.
The first cut was easy, reach inside her belly and tug her ass inwards. Then a quick cut with her trusted knife. It barely stung. And she had both ends of her large intestines now lose and outside of her.
The water that was still inside her started draining through her anus, as she clenched and relaxed, proud of what she had done...
The upper end was her esophagus. She pulled on her rumen until she could feel the tugging sensation in her throat. A hunter would have cut her throat, but she definitely didn't feel like ending her life like that. Instead she cut through her food pipe underneath her diaphragm, just above her stomach, carefully observing herself in the mirror.
Her stomach dangled down and immediately spilled some more of its contents. But she barely cared. Now the only thing still connecting everything was that white stuff with all the bulging blood vessels. Her hands followed them inside her to a large, throbbing vein that run all the way down to her hip. She knew cutting that was a bad idea. Could she just make a knot in it? Her gaze fell on the tooth silk above the sink. She just needed some string. Right?

Sylvia tried to pull herself out of the tub. Everything was slippery with her blood and water and goop, but she managed to get her legs out and kneel next to the tub. Her guts still inside, pulling at her, making breathing almost impossible. Didn't matter it was only two steps. On her knees and all fours she walked over, dragging her guts behind her, oozing blood and bile on the tile floor. Her womb now dangled heavily out of the hole in her belly. Still full of water, tugging on her sex. That felt kinda nice. She made a mental not to not remove that one.
Eventually she reached the sink. She reached up, trying to stand up, but nearly passed out from the effort. She took a few moments to recover, then tried again. On the second try she reached the tooth silk with her fingertips. It wobbled, then fell and landed next to her on the tile floor.
Good enough. Sylvia just laid there for a few seconds, panting. Then, she cut off a good portion of the silk, and started wrapping it around the bunched up blood vessels stemming from her midsection. One or two had burst by now and she was bleeding on the bathroom floor profusely, but that wasn't going to be an issue much longer. She pulled the string tight, then made a knot, piercing into the white connective tissue. She felt the throbbing against her fingers, but none beyond that point.
For good measure she added a few more strings. Then she reached for the knife.
It took only seconds of being separated from their blood supply before her guts turned grey-ish and stopped moving. Well, it didn't matter, did it? That was just offal now anyway. She cut through the mess, just underneath the knot she made, and her guts mostly fell lose. The only thing still connected was her stomachs.
She had to knot a few veins, but eventually all four of them dropped to the floor, too, spilling their contents. That was it.
Sylvia realized, she had done it. She had completely gutted herself... a victorious smile spread on the doomed Gazelle's lips.
The bathroom looked like a butcher shop, or worse, but she didn't care. Someone else could clean up after her.
She felt cold and dizzy, so she crawled back to the tub. Her plan was to take a nice warm bath. She was so dizzy. The water from the still running shower-head had washed out most of the gunk from inside the tub, so all she needed to do was put in the plug and climb back in.
She closed her eyes a bit after the effort. She could feel the water rise slowly. Eventually, when it was higher than her hips, she could feel it enter her belly again. So nicely warm. She reached between her legs and one hand inside herself for her water filled womb and started playing with herself, tugging and pleasuring while the world spun in a pleasant warm glow...
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Sylvia woke up, feeling weightless, but in pain. Everything burned. She opened her eyes, groggy, and noticed she was in the bathtub. The water now had a red tint to it and it was full, draining through the overflow hole. She herself was filled with water as well. She had become a tub of a sort herself. She also needed to pee badly. Her bladder was full to the brink of bursting, and she could feel the taut orb brush against her hand. A shiver went through her as she let it go, releasing the liquids her body had absorbed back into the water around here, where it had came from.
She remembered what she had done to herself, and a smile crept on her lips. She was still alive! This was bonus time! Although a nasty smell came from around the tub. She knew what was there. A pile of Sylvia-offals. Maybe she should move out of the tub?
Sylvia felt numb. But also excited. Slowly, she pulled herself out of the water. A gush of pink, blood stained liquid flushed out of her open belly, leaving just a small pool down in her hip. She brazed herself against the wall and clenched and released her butt, her tail flicking in arousal. Her hand went down between her legs while she waited for the dizzyness to pass and played with herself. Two fingers helped spread her tail hole, letting the remaining water rinse out of her. He womb still was full of water, resting heavily inside her.
Moaning, Sylvia reached into her open belly, touching the tout skin and squeezed, causing herself to squirt again, as the water left her.
Trembling, and feeling naughty, her tail hole still clenching, she had an idea.
Carefully she stepped out, one hand on the gaping slit of her aching belly, careful to not slip on the mess on the floor. She left red hoofprints on the wall to wall carpet outside, but,  who cared?
Sylvia's destination was the broom closet. In it was - a large broom. Which she put behind her on the floor, angled against her tail, aiming for her tail hole.
It certainly wasn’t the first time she had stuck something in there. But it was the first time she could stick something as long as a broom in there - all the way. She tried to relax her butt, then pushed herself back, feeling the sensation of it entering her. And then the sliding sensation of her butt against the smooth wood.
The handle pushed her womb out of the way and emerged from her gutted belly, where she promptly grabbed on, holding it with one hand behind and one hand inside herself. She let out a tiny moan. This was so depraved... Her heart pounded. Now for the next part. She pushed the boorm further in, until it reached almost to her chest. Then she realigned. She felt inside her, the sensitive skin of her diaphragm.... yes, there it was, the end of her food pipe. Squeezing the broom handle in there felt like there was an obstruction, as if she had swallowed something too large down that disagreed with her. It excited her. All she had to do now was push it all the way through.
For anyone who wasn't a ruminant, the sensation of something coming up ones throat was pretty unpleasant, but for her it was quite normal.She could feel the hard handle in her chest. Then in her neck. She stretched her head up, gagging a bit.
'I should have done that in the bedroom in front of the mirror'. She realized and went down to all fours, the broom stuck deeply inside her. Carefully, but with gleeful excitement, she crawled to the master bedroom once more. She looked up at the mirror, realizing that, if she crawled backwards, the broom would push against the bed, and she could see in the mirror how would come out of her mouth. Promptly she opened wide, then pushed, gagging, watching in fascination while she felt the wooden handle on the back of her tongue.
A push later, and she had locked her whole torso in place on the broom handle. She pushed it all the way until the broom itself pushed against her rear, making her moan. Although it was hard to breathe, she was so horny.
She crawled forward and pushed herself upright, her nose towards the ceiling, her crosseyed gaze focusing on the tip of the broom in front of her nose. Slightly red.
Sylvia though, if that broom was the spit of a giant rotisserry, she’d make an awesome gazelle roast like that. Horny, she twisted the broom so it aligned with her clit, then sat down on it and pressed the wood against her crotch. Shivering and trembling, she came, unable to hold her balance and falling over.
One hand on the broom, pressing it between her legs, the other inside herself, playing once more with her womb, she kept the climax going, her eyes on the mirror, where she could see herself impaled and gutted like meat.
Once more she passed out in a haze of pleasure.
…


Ending 1:
She never woke up again. Her parents found her body like that when they come back. She hadn’t been able to breathe in her sleep, with the broom in her throat.


Alternate Ending:
Sylvia woke up the next morning. She felt very cold, but there was no pain anymore. Her neck felt sore, and when she tried to get up, she found out why. There was a broom stuck through her. The wood felt dry and her tail hole and her throat were sore, but eventually she managed to peel herself of it.
Sylvia felt horny. She played with herself a bit, but eventually the stench bothered her. She knew where that came from. OK, well, she hadn’t planned on cleaning the mess after herself, but she also hadn’t hoped to survive this long without her guts.
She would have gagged from the stench in the bathroom, but she had no stomach, so that was not a problem. Getting the guts into a bucket wasn’t hard. Getting out to the front-lawn and throwing the mess into the large black garbage bin was harder. She had to get dressed and do something to hold her belly together. Luckily no one noticed her shaky legs, not the fact that she wasn’t wearing much more than a bathrobe with a belt. It was still early enough.
The house smelled better after opening all the windows and cleaning the mess. She was even colder now, but a warm shower fixed that. This time she also showered her insides. Without soap of course. Once more she filled her womb like a water balloon, this time standing upright on wobbly legs. She wondered what it would feel like to have her womb pop like a balloon, but, as arousing as the musing was, she doubted it would be as nice afterwards. Worse, would she be able to get horny without it?
Sylvia settled for filling her belly with water through her tail-hole until a pleasant warm shiver went through her body.
If she was still alive, she had to think of what to do with herself. There was one thing she wanted to try.
Once more she borrowed the shaver, but this time she shaved herself completely. She was giddy with anticipation. This was even more depraved than gutting herself.
The next few hours she spent in the kitchen, cooking vegetables. Once they were cooled down a little bit, she laid down on the kitchen counter, needle and thread next to her, and started filling her belly with the warm veggies. The needle stung every time, but she was too excited to care, as she stitched herself back shut. Then she kept pushing cooked potatoes and onions into herself, some into her rear, some she gulped down whole, and some even in her crotch, until her belly was all taut and firm.
Grinning, she texted her friends and called them over for a BBQ party in the evening. “Be my guest, food provided.”
A pleasant warmth spread from her core, from her warm filling. She set the timer on the oven, turned it on, then laid on the large tray inside, pouring the basting sauce she had made all over her.
She could feel the heat rise, and started to masturbate, kneading her nipples and her sex, imagining how, soon she’d be a nice brown dish.
She barely felt the sizzling all around her as she passed out.

Ending 2
Sylvia’s friends find the door open, and a pleasant smell. Obviously they don’t let anything go to waste. Sylvia’s cooked body tasted delicious.


Ending 3
Sylvia became dimly aware of a cold sensation. She tried to open her eyes, but her eye-lids felt baked shut. Her skin felt dry and … rough. And her insides felt throbbing hot. Unbearably so. She could feel sizzling within her cunny, and some bubbling in her belly. She tried to remember where she was. Oh yes… she had filled herself with weggies. But if those were cooking, did that mean, she was done?
She tried to move her arm, but her muscles didn’t want to respond. Instead she felt herself lifted and moved. It got a lot colder.
Finally one of her eyes opened. Something was wrong with her eyes though, everything was blurry and she had problems focusing on anything. She could see Melanie though, and Marik.
“Damn, Sylvia, you look delicious.” The fox told her.
She tried to smile, but only a twitch made it on her lips. She knew, she could smell and taste herself all over in her mouth. She WAS delicious.
A second later she felt a touch on her thigh and her lower leg. Her leg wouldn’t move on its own, and when Melanie tried to move it for her, there was an odd pulling sensation in her hip. Not unpleasant, but kinda wrong. As if somehow her flesh gave way.
“I can’t wait digging into those juicy thighs of yours.” the vixen explained and started pulling harder and twisting.
A gasp escaped Sylvia as she felt her cooked flesh come lose. Her thigh twisted in her hip socket, then slipped out, and with an odd, pulling sensation her twitching leg came off. She felt one last, parting sensation, then she could only watch it being deposited on a plate and promptly cut into bits for the foxes and a few other teenagers that had come over.
Sylvia let out a gasp, as she watched them eat her leg. Her crotch urged for attention, but her roasted arm still would not move more than a twitch.
Marik noticed. “Poor you, have an urge? Lay still, I’ll eat you out!” He said grinning.
His tongue felt heavenly, as he licked the juices from her nethers and her crispy roasted nipples. And then he started nibbling. A tremor went through Sylvia’s cooked body, as he bit into one of her teats and she felt it pop into his mouth like a juicy filled fruit. The weakest moan and a hint of an arch in her back followed as his teeth closed around her nether lips, his tongue playing with her clit. Then he pulled, and once more she could feel her cooked flesh part, but in all the best places, as he pulled her pussy and her roasted womb right out of her.
Weak contractions helped him, pushing her gooey delicious filling out the hole that he made, as he half pulled, half devoured her most sensitive parts. She came so hard, she spilled all her filling out the new hole…
Slowly she drifted into a happy daze, as Melanie brought a knife and started slicing through her belly. She wondered if the next time she’d wake up she’d just be a pile of leaftovers. “I hope they leave my head for last…” she thought with a smile.