Your existence continues to wane as Momo sleeps through the night. Her titanic tush acts as a fierce trash compactor as it works you over. It folds your remaining spines, fur, and muscle inward. Your ass and breasts are ripped away by the colon. It pushes, then pulls. It stops to grumble for a moment, then starts back up again seemingly at random to keep you agitated. It pulses with her momentous heartbeat. It hugs you. It widens to allow your form to spread with it. It does all of this and more, sucking up your being with each movement. You do your job as prey, dutifully dissolving at the onslaught of hungry intestine around you while occupying Momo's derriere.
All the while, you're final moments are spent experiencing the ride.
It's an odd feeling, being sucked up like this. You can only marvel at the numerous sensations crawling over what's left of you. Without a proper digestive session, you're form is slowly mushified as your short black fur turns into a thick black mush. You're rolled over until you're practically being spun, and you realize Momo is tossing in her sleep. You feel her ass dig into the bedding, snuggling in before she turns over. Her Kanto King sized comforter keeps the huge dragon warm and cozy, and you hear her heartbeat start to calm. You hear a light snoring from far above you, and wonder how much longer you'll even be conscious for all this. Your maw shines, and a mega-stone slides forth from your mouth. The tiny bobble is sucked upwards towards Momo's intestines, vacating the now tiny oval you've been squeezed into. You'll be a run of the mill Houndoom for the last few moments...
Mmph, you think as a harsh chill runs over you. You can feel it, the final "transformation". Black, chunky turd begins to crawl across your outline. The softer texture digs into your flesh, changing you as your morphed into a football shaped nugget of scat over the course of an hour. You're elongated and squeezed, shaped into a more manageable lump for the Dragonite. With another odd pulling sensation, the chamber presses you down towards the "entrance" to the filthy insides of Momo's ass.
The consistency is remarkable, and the feeling of lightning runs across your skin as it's liquefied. The colon jumps at the chance to drink in the last of the humidity in the chamber, completely draining you of all life force. Bruna is gone, and the only tangible remnants of her are being packed into a rather impressive log of shit. A pocket of air sneaks by your blockage. It carries just a bit of salty, brine-like moisture from within Momo's gut from earlier in the day. A rumbling in her paunch marks the arrival of the loudest, wettest fart imaginable. The dragon's cheeks are blown aside for a millisecond before flapping against each other, the air now farm more pungent under the sheets. The pulling sensation renews, far stronger and forceful. As Momo's ass clenches tightly around you, your last thought is how great the massage feels from the inside.
- - -
Momo stirs, and reflexively flings aside the covers as she steps out of bed. She rubs her eyes and quickly waddles towards the restroom, still half asleep. The Dragonite doesn't even bother turning the lights on.
"Sun not up, Momo not up," she mutters as she tosses aside her top. She kicks away her pajama pants and panties, content to sit upon her porcelain in the buff. She grabs just below her love handles and drags her scales up, pulling her wide cakes apart to let her musky crevice settle over the toilet. The extra padding Bruna provided over the last five hours or so of constant rectal digestion makes it a tricky process, but it only takes a couple tries before that ravenous anus of hers is properly positioned over the still water of the bowl. With a loud, unladylike grunt, you're sent packing from your comfy home beyond the dragon's butt hole.
The leg-like lengths of your lower half are the first to hit the water as Momo clenches her anus. The pucker squeezes you out like toothpaste, firm and lengthy. You curl up against the bowl, your footlong form snaking its way out of Momo's pressing muscles. Momo's colon acts as a plunger now done with your body and looking to evict. Your drowned in the soupy mixture as Momo's pussy pokes below the toilet seat, hot urine dousing the pile you continue to form. It takes more than a moment for the scat session to progress, but within minutes the turd is passed. Momo's reaches behind her, using the back of the seat for leverage as she squats over the bowl. She presses a set of lighted buttons alongside the toilet, and a small bidet attachment appears to clean up after her. A few dainty squirts send shivers up Momo's spine as she's cleansed of the remaining residue.
As the Dragonite reaches for the lever, your essence seems to ping like sonar through Momo's mind as she looks over the load in her toilet. With an absent minded shrug, she flushes you without a second thought. She never even got your name, but your legendary body only existed to serve Momo's more voluminous curves for the rest of her life. Most of you would make for excellent, voluminous mass for the woman. Padding her tits, swaying side to side on those hips, and filling her limbs with thick muscle and bulk.
And what about the rest? Well, really and truly nothing but another one of her bowel movements now. Squirming through the pipes on your way to Momo's septic tank. You would join her numerous other victims, all neatly arranged by the plumbing beneath her home.
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