April wiggles her way ...

... Down.

It was her last ditch effort. April writhed and wriggled her body in the quicksand's tightening grip. She quickly sank to her breasts, stopping just as they touched the surface of the mud. Not only was she tiring herself, but she had sunk herself so deep, she could feel the pressure as the thick morass pressed in all over her sunken body. She still couldn't feel a bottom to the mud pit.

April farted nervously, causing the mud to bubble up behind her. Even remaining still she was still sinking, and it seemed faster than before she wiggled her way down. Perhaps she did loosen the mud, but it seemed to only make it easier for it swallow her. She could feel it - she was going to start shitting again and then sink under the quicksand. She moaned in despair as she felt her completely relaxed anus begin to stretch open again as her perky breasts vanished under the mire. She was up to her shoulders as she started to shit herself again. It was the same as before, more thick, soft logs oozing out of her butt like it was a soft serve machine. She cursed herself for being so pent-up with shit. It had been a while and she knew she should've gone before heading out today.

The mud clutched her neck and was pressing firmly on her chest, making it somewhat harder to breathe. April looked around, listened in, but she couldn't see or hear anybody nearby.

"H-help! Help meeee!!" She cried out.

"I'm sinking in quicksand and I'm gonna go under!"

...

No response. April groaned as her chin settled into the mud. It was going to be over for her soon, but she wished she wasn't in the middle of pooping herself.

"Heellp-ugfggh! Mmmmglfh! Ulgh!"

She tried to call out for help one more time, but then mud poured into her mouth, gagging her. Panicking, she couldn't help but swallow more and more mud as she went down.

April farted out another soft log as she was sucked under the mud. The top of her head remained briefly before vanishing and leaving behind a swirl of brown hair. Her long hair remained several seconds longer before it too sank into the earth slurry. The quaking mire bubbled and squelched as its victim sank and struggled. The tips of her fingers surfaced for a second but quickly sank again. The quicksand quivered for another thirty seconds before the mud stilled. There was no trace left of April except for a potent stink which was slowly dissipating in the air.