The dog girl growled a bit as the guy serving her handed her her hotdog and made some wisecrack about dog eat dog. That was uncalled for, especially from some rat, and she swished her tail in his face before walking away. Had she or the rat been more attentive, they might have noticed the tiny catboy who had been substituted for a real hotdog, Lucky having been shrunk and sleeping in a tree over the cart a few minutes ago when a blast of wind had swept him off his perch, and caused him to fall unnoticed inside the cart. As it was, he had gone unnoticed as the tongs of the rat had grabbed him, and stuffed him in a bun. Before he could protest, of course, the rat had squirted him with ketchup, making a pass at his dog customer, and then getting paid with a fierce growl. So, the dog girl had walked away, grumbling under he breath as she held a tiny catboy in a bun in her hand. Not even looking at him, she opened her mouth wide, giving him a good view into her mouth as she moved him completely inside, stuffing him into her maw, and then snapping it shut around him, her fangs almost tearing into his body but literally just missing. Sealed inside her hot, humid maw, the catboy couldn't breath, let alone shout out for help, and then, without even chewing him, her head tilted back, and she swallowed, a huge lump moving down her neck, and vanishing soon into her chest, as she put her headphones back on, and started to jog again. Inside, Lucky was tossed about as his devourer began to jog, and he dropped right into a pool of active stomach juices, his body stinging as it fell inside. But, of course, with the jolting motion of the dog girl around him, he couldn't get at the walls to pound on them, to tell her that she had eaten him, and so, as the hotdog bun sank into the acids, his followed, his cries of anguish lost in her music, as his body dissolved inside her belly, the walls moving in sharply to cause the acids to fill the chamber, and making him become nothing but a lump of unidentified mass, his mind barely having time to process pain, before he begins to drain into her intestine. Over the course of her jog he would be absorbed into her, slowly becoming part of her as he was passed down through her body, bits and pieces of him filtering everywhere as he moved, and then, finally, what remained was clumped up into a long, thick log, that began to poke at the exit of her body. Groaning at the diversion from her jog, which had lasted for over three hours now, the canine took one of the porta-potties, and went inside, taking off her jeans, and then sitting down, pulling her cheeks apart as she did so, so the seat would hold them apart. This tactic helped immensely, as she was able to drop her load with only a few grunts, and a bit of effort, the long piece of skat that had been lucky landing amid the sludge with a wet splurk, before she added a few bits of piss to the mix, and then whipped off, taking a moment to clean herself, before tossing the used toilet paper into the pottie, covering the remains of the catboy up with it, before continuing with her run.
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