However this morning Saspin regrets her ingenuity even more than yesterday as she awakens again after few hours of troubled sleep, to intense stomach pains and an acute need to defecate, a need which she knows she's unable to fulfill as she's been trying for two days to evacuate anything from her guts with no results. Once more she grits her teeth and wraps her legs gingerly around her enormous distended belly which has sunk deep into the mattress from its sheer weight, her ominously gurgling stomach throbbing painfully as it strains from being packed to the absolute brim with meat. ”Why… won't it digest! I'm gonna die at this rate…!”, she growls to the bare walls and the closed curtains as she arcs her anthro torso in anguish when yet another searing wave of pain spreads through her tightly packed belly, the resultant pulsing leaving her panting while she pulls on her long hair in her long hair in desperation.
A few moments later she flails about in frustration to reach a large bottle near the bed, howling briefly in pain from the movement – but she persists and yanks the bottle closer with a forepaw, toppling a number of empty plastic bottles which roll everywhere as she grabs the bottle to take a quick swig from it. ”These digestive aids and laxatives must be a scam… uuurgh… I feel so sick.”, she mumbles after cringing from the taste of the syrupy liquid, her ears flattened against her head and tail tucked between her hindlegs as her grossly swollen belly rumbles ominously.
Rubbing her forehead to stave off a developing headache as she awaits for any results, Saspin reminisces about what had happened a week ago… how they had practically waltzed in under the guise of 'inspection'… and how they had walked right into a huge freezer full of uncut carcasses. With little time to spare, and no way to merely carry out anything, they had ravenously set themselves upon the carcasses with 'borrowed' axes – lopping off random chunks of frozen meat to cram it into each others maws. It had not been very palatable or easy to eat, but filling… oooh, so filling… and thus they had kept gorging in an almost manic fashion until they were both panting and gagging from the agony of how far beyond normal limits their stomach linings had stretched, making it a miracle that they had managed to make the strenous walk back out and away from the warehouse.
Despite the awful queasiness which courses through her, Saspin nonetheless licks her chops as she recalls the abundance of meat – but as things are, she's finally convincing herself that she needs to give up the recalcitrant meat in her stomach before her state deteriorates any further. Hence she eventually shuffles towards the edge of the mattres to gingerly slide off, taking a while to squirm and roll to a position where she's able to clamber up – heading towards the toilet one shaky and meticulous step at a time. Her awkward girth feels as if a massive lead weight crowds the space between her legs thanks to how exhausted she is at this point, but she's able to hold it up for now through some intense concentration… and she even manages to squeeze it through the toilet door with nary a whine.
Nevertheless she's very acutedly reminded of the perilous condition of her innards as she gives up her attempts to ignore the need to throw up, the deep throbbing and pounding joined by sharp stinging which worries her as she staggers over to the toilet seat to support herself against it. ”Can't believe I'm doing this after all the trouble, but… ngggh… something's gonna break in there really soon if I don't!”, she grumbles to the toilet seat while dollops of saliva already dribble into the toilet over her gums.
She already dry heaves before she's fully settled over the toilet and sense the strained muscles around her enormous stomach tighten – her face twisting when her stomach lining flares up as if is being poked with hot needles. Thus she hesitates and glances over her shoulder to gauge her grossly distended midsection with her eyes, saliva continuing to drip from her half-open maw as she makes involuntary gagging noises… eventually turning back to the toilet seat and leaning forward even if the shift further aggravates her heavy aching guts. But regardless, she's now committed to the attempt to purge at least some of the truly excessive amount of meat she has consumed and promptly sticks her fingers deep into her maw to get things going properly.
The extreme distention of her midsection her stomach muscles begin to tighten almost immediately, causing her already wobbly legs to tremble even more as her overly bulging stomach feels the squeeze and she's able to sense the burn of bile rising in her esophagus… the wolfess-taur anxiously waiting for the torrent of foul-tasting goo which she expects to shoot out of her maw at any second now. And sure enough, something already makes it all the way to the toilet as her midsection spasms to compress her stomach – although amid the agony it dawns on her that even after many days of waiting she's still coughing up chunks of melted-looking meat instead of the tangy thick soup she expects.
But… she has little time to consider the implications when debilitating fierce pain abruptly shoots through her belly, her paws scraping against the hard tiling as she reflexively attempts to maintain her balance… in vain because in mere moments her legs slide apart to allow her tauric body to crash to the floor while she still clings to the rim of the toilet seat. Her consciousness falters briefly due how it's as if someone is piercing her midsection with a barbed hook whereas a throbbing burning sensation spreads near her teats – her tormented mind stumbling into the horrifying thought that her stomach, or something else, might have ruptured from the additional strain – a rare but not unheard of fate in what came to her acquaitances in the secretive fetish gorging groups. Regardless she only has a scant few moments to wish it isn't so before the agony outright forces the air out of her lungs with a massive contraction and the resulting unbearable sensations knock her out, her heavy body rolling limpy onto the tiling with a thud and loud clatter as a wire basket full of fur care products is knocked over. With a trail of slobber leading from the toilet seat to her half-open maw, she keeps jerking randomly and gasping, her eyes rolled to the back of her head…
The following day…
”Pathologist Feligris, wednesday, second of September, thirteen-twenty-five o'clock. Performing an autopsy on subject three-seven-nine, the cadaver of wolf-taur named Saspin who was pronounced dead at her home yesterday, first of September, by a medical trauma team.”, Feligris dictates into a small device attached to her wrist as she circles around the extra-large autopsy table onto which Saspin's lifeless body has been laid, to stop in front of a veritable mountain of sickly looking bloated viscera which has spilled out of the wolfess-taur's open lower belly. ”Due to the inability to establish a clear cause of death at site or at the hospital, an autopsy was ordered, and my findings so far are as follows -”, she continues, idly probing a part of large intestine which has turned dark purple in colour and yields very little under her fingertip, a criss-cross of veins and crimsom blotches adorning it. ”- upon arrival I immediately noted how her secondary abdomen was extremely distended to the point where it hindered the transportation of the cadaver, roughly one metre in diameter, and how it was hard to the touch. Her measured weight was a minimum of fifty kilograms above the expected median weight of a wolf-taur of her body structure and stature.”, the feline states dryly and adjusts her stained labcoat, her tail curling slowly behind her.
”The body bore no obvious signs of violence attack, only injuries consistent of unconscious thrashing on a hard surface. Thus based on these preliminary observations, it was hardly unexpected to find out that the expanded state of her lower body was due to an extremely full and apparently backed-up digestive track. I found the most obvious cause of death to be a severe stomach rupture which has allowed stomach contents to leak into her abdominal cavity, causing internal hemorrhaging and septic shock – the most likely cause being overt stress on the stomach lining during an attempt to vomit, although I am still in the process of ruling out external blunt force trauma. Visible vein damage and bleeding on the surface of the stomach indicates that it had been stretched well beyond its normal limits even for a predator's stomach, damage which is consistent with a rupture.”, she goes on as she uses small tongs to dig through the dark slimy mass which continues to seep from the wolfess-taur's burst stomach now that it rests on the autopsy table – the feline depositing a few samples into small clear plastic bottles.
”Furthermore, by visual inspection, the subject's large intestine has enlarged to more than four times its normal capacity as there's an unknown mass obstructing it close to the rectum. Possibly bone, although I will refrain from further analysis until closer examination. Subject's stomach contains copious amounts of unknown medical agents mixed in with partially digested food, suggesting attempts at self-medication – however this has clearly only aggravated her condition as there's evidence of strong muscle action having moved intestinal contents deeper, and would have quite possibly led to a ruptured colon in the near future had her stomach not ruptured before it. Otherwise, her stomach contents are rather mundane, mostly consisting of unknown meat in various stages of digestion, and pieces of bone and cartilage. I have sent some to further analysis, seeing how this amount of meat is rarely obtained legally. Next I will remove the stomach and continue with the autopsy...”, she concludes and grabs a scalpel from the nearby steel pan to start painstakingly separating the stomach from the esophagus...
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