The Tigress drives the daughter to school next. At breakfast, the girl was only allowed to eat the dog’s shit found out in the yard, then whatever half-digested cum had been roiling the pooch’s belly and guts while she plugged his hole during the night. After Lucy had her fair share, Tigress had bent the tween over the table and shoved her hand up the pup’s ass. The futa had left the girl entirely empty after breaking most of her holes all night, meaning the only lube she has is anal slime or leftover cum she didn’t push out. 


The older furry doesn’t care at all  about how dry she is, forcing half her forearm into the girl’s body. She shrieks as best she can with a fucked-ruined throat, trying to thrash away from her punching arm and stone-grip on the pup’s hip. Her tiny ass is caved open as Tigress punches her fist in and out. She switches between deep in and out punches, to quick and brutal thrusts where the curve of Tigress’ hand tests her clenching hole, pushing in to spread her sigmoid bend. Right before pulling out, Tigress opens her hands, fingers spread. She didn’t hold onto the girl tight enough, causing her to be tugged back by the hole, leaving the stability of the table and ending up, momentarily, suspended entirely by the Tigress’ hand lodged up her ass, her little pussy squirting in mindbroken bursts. Just seconds later she’s already falling off. Her asshole goes weak before her intestines give up, meaning the twelve year old puppy’s rectum clutches to the Tigress’ fist, prolapsing out multiple inches as she falls to the floor. 


On her swollen belly, the pup twitches, farting out a slimy pile of digested cum out of her swollen prolapse. The Tigress watches the girl seize on the floor for a while, too exhausted to even cry. Her hole is just as stretched and bruised as her fathers, the lips tenderized into bruising and stretched out, and they pulse and suckle on her prolapse. The red sock swells and shrinks with her clenching, occasionally inflating dramatically fast, a massive chunk of shit spreading the entrance. Before the log could exit on its own, another inch or two of prolapse would push itself and the shit out. The Tigress strokes her cock with the hand previously fisting the girl. The futa smiles, whistling shrilly.


One of the family’s dogs, Chip, barks and runs into the kitchen. The german shepherd wags his tail upon seeing Lucy, his favorite family member, and the Tigress, the father’s new best friend. Without the woman needing to say anything else, the dog rushes to the girl’s ruined ass. The Tigress had gotten a simple harness with clips, hooking open the dog’s asshole at all times. The futa is taking care to only stretch the dog’s hole and part of the rectum, so she gets to see the dog’s lively guts push out loads of shit… or put more in and plug the dog up!


Chip may be a pricy purebred, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a bad dog. The family’s biggest struggle with him was his obsessive love… with eating shit. Very quickly did the dog’s face grow to be stained with shit and piss, and he hardly cares when the Tigress shoves his entire head up her ass. The dog excitedly licks the wet shit on the floor, swallowing the mushy chunks happily. The trail of spatters leads him to the girl’s pulsing prolapse, and the dog very quickly shoves his entire snout into the red sock.


The girl screams, back arching and head lifting momentarily, before falling back down. A bubbling, loud and sharp fart rings out in the kitchen, the dog tensing and pulling away. Pulling his snout out of her prolapse in a panic, the dog’s cock shoots a surprise load from under him. The dog’s nose is overflowing with shit, spraying out of his nostrils as he pulls away. His mouth also has a throat-stretching load just barely poking out, soon swallowed up as the feral gags and panics. He falls to his back, the last strong ropes of cum splattering over his belly. Chip rights himself eventually, sneezing and licking his lips dazedly. Just as soon as he came, he’s stumbling off, his own gaped open ass with chunks of shit yet to fall out of his hole.


The Tigress continues with her plans. She picks up the girl easily, one hand holding her by the body, the other grabbing a slender thigh. Angling the girl facing away from the futa, she aims her half-hard cock against her pussy. Lucy’s tween cunt had done well to recover the otherwise brutal beating it endured last night, and all over again is just as hard to force open around the Tigress’ smegma-dripping cock head. 


The futa lays her on the table again, grabbing her hips with both paws. Each night, the futa’s fuck-prowess means her balls overproduce seed. The feline also often loves having her fuck-weapon inside someone or something as she sleeps. These things mean that she’s often covered in smegma despite her best efforts. The quickest (and most fun for her) way of handling this issue is to frequently clean it… aka, often forcing a victim to clean her up. 


Today, Lucy gets the prize that’s her chunky, oily cum. With the girl’s hips in her hands, there’s no escape from the massive cockhead pressing against her cute little cunt. Eventually, the muscles give up, and one let up in resistance let her cock barrel through and in, coming to an immediate halt against her cervix.


The Tigress’ cock is barely even in her pussy. The poor puppy is so small and undeveloped, that the Tigress’ dirty cockhead is the only thing that can fit, if her cunt isn’t being forced open. The Tigress can’t pull back for leverage without pulling out, but it’s still a devastating impact when she fucks forward, trying to get deeper. The girl thrashes, a meaty sound forced out of her. The Tigress continues on, fucking forward again. She doesn’t pull back this time, instead continuing to press forward.


It pays to be patient. She’s using more strength than the tween has to force her down, but the Tigress is still letting the inevitable happen. With just the current effort, the Tigress maintains constant force against the girl’s weak pussy. No puppy was supposed to handle something like this, and Lucy is no different.


With a sound of slurping chunky smegma and stringy pussy slime, and a dirty cockhead punching the inside of a uterus, the Tigress fucks open her womb. Lucy gurgles on the table, her still-prolapsed ass making a similar sound. The Tigress doesn’t try to break her open further, instead bringing her hands to the base of her cock. Having her cock spreading open Lucy’s mother all night, filling her with cum, means that her cock aged and solidified in her urethra. These are the troubles of a hung futa, having to always expend valuable fluids and unclog their prideful cocks. The Tigress clenches her belly, using the force of trying to piss to push out the inches-thick log of old cum. Once it’s pushed out enough, the Tigress can squeeze her cock from the outside, urging the tube out further. Immediately the log is visible in Lucy’s belly, pressed against the table, snaking to fill and stretch the tiny, previously unused organ. All too soon, her fallopian tubes are stretched and filled. Inflated with old, writhing semen, her tubes are visible if she were to stand upright.


Her cock burps and farts as she piss-shits the log out. It scrapes against her urethral walls, each chunk of its textured surface a new, grating stretch for her cockhead. The constriction of Lucy’s cervix doesn’t help either, and they both can feel how particular bits or sections of the log can barely fit through the pathway, leading to the dropping of the load to be uneven and grueling. Soon the girl is looking pregnant with a weird looking snake, then multiple. Her belly stretches around her bulging womb, individual logs visible on pale skin and thin fur.


After multiple minutes, the girl can’t physically stretch further, and the futa’s cock is empty. The girl has multiple pounds of old semen and enough piss to fill in the nooks and crannies of the logs. The Tigress literally cannot stretch Lucy any more without pulling out.


The Tigress steps back, though, just as she’d hoped, the girl stayed stuck on her cock. Slipping off the table, the half-coherent girl is suspended in the air, smacking her cute face against the Tigress’ balls. The futa walks over to the fridge.


She opens the doors, looking at the contents. It was nicely stocked, many fruits and veggies, a barely-eaten lasagna, a cheap cake from the store (seems like it was someone’s birthday at someone’s work, and this was a surprise!), and a large pot full of chili. The lasagna smells and looks… fine, and the chili smells too spicy for the girl and infant son.


“Aww,” the Tigress coos to the girl suffocating against ball, “probably don’t love mom’s cooking, hm?” she pulls out the chili, lasagna and cake. “That doesn’t mean it goes to waste!” The girl is hanging upside down currently, so it’s easy for the Tigress to shove Lucy’s prolapse back in her ass, hooking a thumb on her hole to spread her open. She’s still stuck on her cockhead, so her body has no choice but to be pulled open. The Tigress angles her hips forward, using her other hand to begin tilting the pot of chili. The feline misses the first little bit, but soon enough the food is going right into her little gaping asshole. Gravity is on the chili’s side, barreling through her winding intestines faster and stronger than the girl can push it out. 


Her stomach balloons out in seconds, filled with spicy, chunky food. With the bowl mostly empty, the girl’s ass is left caved open, twitching but remaining gaped. Multiple inches deep inside, the red food fills her, entirely filling multiple feet of intestines. 


Well, there’s still more! The Tigress cuts the cake up into otherwise normal servings. The first three square-shaped slices plop real easy into Lucy’s still gaping ass before she gets too full. Looking around, the Tigress spots a large jar, the perfect size to plug the pup’s hole and force the food deeper.


The curvy futa does just that. Resting most of the pup’s body on the floor, the Tigress can hold onto her little frame and shove the jar in, in. in. She can hear it as the girl’s intestines bubble and gurgle, spreading open around large chunks of potatoes and gouts of spicy fluids. When her rectum is cleared up, the Tigress fits over half of the cake in. It’s getting harder to force the foods deeper, but she keeps at it. Against the Tigress’ balls, Lucy’s intestines bloat and inflate the deeper the chili wrecks her small intestines. Her body is only cramping now because of so much sudden material occupying her digestive tract, but her body hasn’t even realized how many ingredients she cannot tolerate yet. The twelve year old had been near comatose for most of the morning, eyes rolled back and mouth open and drooling.


The Tigress pushes harder, nearly pushing her off her nasty cockhead. After multiple minutes of careful pushing and thrusting with the jar, the cake takes up her large intestine. Sugary frosting and dry vanilla cake clog her guts.


The last thing is the lasagna. It’s just as likely as the girl choosing to be vegetarian or vegan than not having liked her mother’s cooking. The Tigress doesn’t care for her restrictions, Lucy is eating whatever the Tigress gives her, in whatever way she says. Red sauce and chunks of meat splatter into the cavern of her frosting-smeared rectum. It’s just as difficult to push all this deeper, and the futa clogs Lucy full of a family’s helping of spicy chili, an entire cake, and most of a basic, boring lasagna up the twelve year old’s digestive tract. The girl is full enough that when the Tigress pulls out the jar at last, a packed log of shitty lasagna oozes out of her ass. Hmm…


Oh! The Tigress grabs the girl, pulling her off of her cock. Now, her shaft and head are clean and clear of debris. Some piss spurts out of her cock and the little girl’s womb, though the futa saves most still in her bladder for later. Her gross cum hardly escapes her uterus, the logs collapsing to take up the space left by the cockhead, already too thick to easily be pushed out. Though, chunks of shitty food is coming from the girl between gurgling farts. Tossing the girl on the counter, the Tigress reaches behind herself. In her own ass is an amateur, simple dildo. Roughly the size and shape of a two liter bottle it fits nicely to spread her ass on rest days.


She hadn’t taken hers out in over twelve hours, but she’ll have someone else in the house take care of the clumps of shit that are bound to fall from her ass. The big toy itself is smeared with old anal slime and light traces of shit. It’s a bit of a struggle to push out, the Tigress having absorbed all the lube, and it's so easy for her hole to stretch around the toy and a massive prolapse. The futa drops the toy, leaving it lodged in her prolapse, the entrance of her foot-long red sock struggling to stretch around the swell of the toy by the stem. She stumbles forward, balls churning loud enough to hear. Her massive cock bobs in the air, an orgasm tempting after the way the dildo smashed her prostate.


She grabs the base again after standing up. The Tigress has to extend her arm as far as she can, only having so much flexibility– even with being a cat –battling against the length of her prolapse. Eventually, the wrinkled lips of her prolapse stretch open, the tense muscle trying so hard to remain around the plug. The Tigress screams, spraying precum from her cock, as she finally shits the toy out. Her prolapse stays extended a foot and a half, twitching and writhing like it’s alive, the end suckling the air, desperate.


The Tigress giggles, sighing and wiping her forehead. Lucy hadn’t managed to shit out much more food, by the time the Tigress is done, intestines too bullied into submission to know how to push anymore. Still, the nice futa wants to make sure the girl doesn’t embarrass herself by making a mess at school. The Tigress gets the head in with little difficulty, and the smooth, even-sized shaft follows easily. Her hips lift a little, her belly expanding again as she's plugged up, the chili, cake, and lasagna forced deeper. Her asshole itself is tight and straining around the toy, sunken into her ass from the dry friction. 


It’s only about nine inches long, so it doesn’t take long until the girl’s asshole is closing around the stem of the toy. Her swollen hole is bruised, thankful for something smaller to close around. The urgency to not be so spread open has her body accidentally tightening the hole too tight… with the toy inside. The Tigress spanks her ass hard, right over the base, and the twelve year old’s back arches, pissing.


Hmm… that should get plugged, too! The Tigress had already destroyed Lucy’s urethra and bladder, so the piss hole is puffy and almost gaping when she presses one of multiple hard boiled eggs against the, it began to stretch open. It requires more steady and patient pressure for the previously incredibly narrow tube to accept the stretch. Her urethra is wrenched open for a painful split second, too fast to do much immediate damage. As soon as the egg is in, the already filled organ tries to push it out, but she's too weak to do something so devastating to her own body.


A second egg barely fits in, and a third is an actual surprise to the Tigress. Is it possible, could the Tigress push in a fourth?


The three are already distinct shapes on her pelvis, one of the eggs pushing out the flesh of her wrecked pisshole. The Tigress presses an egg against the hole, then pushes. And pushes. And pushes.


Just as she was about to give up, the twelve year old’s body gives away. With a meaty slurp, the egg in the Tigress’ grip is sucked in, and another is forced… deeper. Forced from her straining, stuffed bladder, one of the eggs travels the untouched length of her ureters. Visibly popping from her bladder into the tube, the smooth shape grinding against the delicate walls, taking obvious effort to travel up the little girl’s belly, to push itself into the girl’s kidney. Visible to the Tigress, the twelve year old’s kidney is bulging against her back, stuffed with an egg.


The Tigress exhales and wipes her forehead again. She smacks the girl’s ass on the toy again, seeing the egg in her back jump, “Now you gotta go to school!” Just to clean up the piss still dripping out of her, the Tigress uses her (very soiled) pair of panties to plug the girl’s cunt, stopping her from ejecting the smegma with the friction of dry cloth against her cervix.






In the parking lot of the school, Lucy is still mostly out of it. Her small intestines overfilled with spicy, loaded chili, large intestines filled with cake and lasagna, womb overburdened with logs of smegma, then her bladder being stuffed with eggs leaves the little girl’s belly disgustingly inflated and stretched. Each straining sphincter is visible where her intestines aren’t as spread, each curve struggling with massive chunks of meat and potatoes, even the different textures of the foods visible in her flaxen-colored furry belly. Her womb is similar, a log of smegma filling and spreading her fallopian tubes like a clown’s party balloon. Her school uniform is struggling to contain her belly. By now her insides have realized how harsh the ingredients of the chili are, and the half mindbroken tween writhes and seizes, burdened by ceaseless cramps, on the passenger seat.


The Tigress growls in annoyance when the baby of the family, buckled in at the back, starts crying. Poor little Oliver cries all day and night, and it’s only hot when he’s breaking around her cock! The little kid probably doesn’t enjoy the multiple oranges up his 3 year old ass, and he didn’t enjoy his father’s cum-shit for breakfast. Gritting her teeth, the busty feline throws open the door of her car, tail thrashing as she pulls open the back seat. The little puppy continues crying, toothless mouth gaped open as he wails. He’s been the worst damn thing about this family and the Tigress is sick of it! She unplugs him from his carrier and turns around with her tail high, lifting her dress.


Angling the puppy behind her, the Tigress grinds Oliver against her unwashed ass. The baby continues to cry, choking on fumes and slime. Pinning the puppy between the car seat and her comparatively massive ass, she kisses his entire face with her sloppy, used ass lips. The kid only cries more, further annoying the futa. In fury, she shoves her ass down.


He’s smaller than the plug she had in her ass earlier, but he’s still a writhing, weird shape to jam up her ass. “Ohh…” she purrs, cock swinging under her dress. The Tigress had ran out of time for her daily enemas this morninh, and had planned on at least shitting at Lucy’s school (preferably inside someone), but the Tigress can decide if she’ll flush his shit filled body down the toilet or not later. For now, she smiles as his head stretches open her hole. She clenches her asshole, cutting off the puppy’s voice, pulling him a little deeper. He thrashes around, kicking and trying to scratch with little limbs. Next, she pushes out with all her might, at the same time lowering her ass and pushing the boy deeper. Not only does pushing help open up her guts to take the kid, but going by the raunchy, wet fart she lets out, it shoves the beginning of her morning dump right into the baby’s stomach.


Now she has to battle with his round, shit filled belly. Uncaring for the baby’s wellbeing, she sits down with all her weight, nearly screaming as the 3 year old puppy shoots into her ass. Her hole gapes around his belly, her rectum walls smothering his face before clutching him to sink deeper. Held in her experienced, trained muscles, he has no defense against the shit of the gross futa tiger. It fills his mouth and throat completely, stuffing his nostrils and ear canals shut. The thick pile of shit races through his baby guts, stuffing them to untold measurements. His little back paws are quickly swallowed by the futa’s wrinkly hole, and when she stands straight up, there’s absolutely no way of knowing there’s a shit-filled, thrashing toddler in her intestines, swimming deeper.


“Come, now dear!” she purrs, walking to the passenger seat. The puppy has bubbles of cum around her nose, and every other moment she coughs up more cum. The Tigress pulls her out of the car, waiting until the girl barely figures out how to stand to smack her ass. She’s thrown against the car, though the plugs stay tight, only straining holes or sphincters, ass squelching around the buttplug. “I need to see that cougar of a principal you have.”