The Fat Hippo Inmate Takes a Shit!

As Texas struggled to regain her composure, she noticed a strange rumbling coming from the hippo's belly.

"Oh crap!" Holly had bellowed, her voice a guttural rumble that shook the prison walls. "Hope you like chocolate from down under, Weasel!"

And then, the torrent began. A wave of liquid excrement, foul and acidic, erupted from Holly’s bowels, a geyser of pure, unadulterated disgust. Texas, completely helpless, had been **** to swallow the putrid concoction. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest, her gag reflex overwhelmed, the burning sensation like a fire in her throat.

Finally, the hippo's bowels were empty, and it released Texas from its foul embrace. Texas, still tied up in the chair, lowered her head, retching and spitting out the remnants of the hippo's meal. The stench of diarrhea and gas hung in the air like a toxic fog.

The other inmates, a motley crew of misfits and rejects, watched with gleeful anticipation. Mary, the seven-foot tall, stinking pig inmate, cackled with delight. Tara, the gator inmate, grinned, her reptilian eyes gleaming with malice. Sara, the rat inmate, scurried around the room, her beady eyes darting from one inmate to the next, a manic energy radiating from her small form.

"That's what you get, Tex," Holly said, slapping her massive ass with a resounding thump. "That's for putting me in this prison!"

Texas's eyes widened in disbelief. She had never imagined that her former inmates would stoop so low. But as she looked around, she realized their laughter wasn't one of amusement. It was a cold, calculating hatred, a deep-seated bitterness that had festered for years.

"Nice one, Holly," Mary said, her beady eyes glinting with malicious glee. "Serves her right for being such a bitch."

The words cut through Texas like a knife. She had been a tough sheriff, no doubt, but a bitch? She had always tried to do what was right, to uphold the law, to keep the peace. But in the eyes of these inmates, she was a villain, a symbol of their oppression, a reminder of their lost freedom.

"So, who's next?" Tara asked, her voice dripping with venom.

The inmates roared with approval, their laughter echoing through the desolate halls. Texas, her heart pounding in her chest, couldn't help but feel a surge of fear.

"That would be me!" Jinx, the cat inmate, said, stepping forward. Her small, lithe frame belied the cruelty that radiated from her eyes. Her claws, sharpened to razor points, were extended, ready to strike. "You've been a real pain in my ass, Weasel," Jinx hissed, her voice like a venomous serpent. "Now it's time for you to pay."

But before Jinx could unleash her fury, Ursa, the bear inmate, stepped forward, her massive form blocking the cat's path.

'I think it's my turn, little girl~,' Ursa growled, her voice a low rumble that shook the ground. Her eyes, dark and menacing, fixed on Texas, sending a shiver down her spine.

Ursa dragged Jinx away, her massive claws digging into the cat's flesh. Jinx screamed in pain, but Ursa ignored her struggles. She was focused on Texas, her gaze unwavering, filled with a primal hunger.

Texas, her heart pounding like a drum, watched in terror as Ursa approached. Her eyes fell upon the bear's massive ass, a sight that filled her with a strange mixture of fear and fascination.