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Bump! Crnch-shrhrhs-bump!! Shshrhherhshkrhkshkshrkhbbmpp! The gravel under the wheels of Hexek's car was really protesting being driven over, but he still had to get back home. Didn't matter how many times he had hard doubted this road's structural integrity and thought he would get stuck. It got muddy around here all the time, but even when it was dry, the gravel threatened to suck him down like lightning sand. He sighed as the road got especially bumpy - oh look, another randomly-scratchy section. It took three times as long as it otherwise should have to get past it. Just as he was about to get his front wheels past, though, he felt everything stop moving.

Cksschslhslkspbppsplkps!

Wrff-PSHSPSHSPSHPHSHPS!

He felt the entire car wrench backward as the gravel collapsed under it. He was thinking he'd be stuck in a newly-created ditch in the gravel, but when he heard it spilling down onto something, that thought was wrenched from his mind and replaced by shocked terror. He felt the car slide back before abruptly entering freefall. It felt like a hundred feet, while it was really more like fifteen or twenty, before the car came to a stop on top of some scattered gravel and dirt, producing a loud CRASH that echoed through the space that he had just fallen into. It took a minute for him to center himself and think about what had just happened. When he proverbially came back down to earth after crashing a little further into it, he realized that he was surrounded by stink. It was rancid in there, smelled like years-fermented shit. He looked around and realized, he had just fallen into a sewer pipe with a cracked roof.

He felt pain all over his body from being shaken up like that, but he knew he probably had some sort of injury on top of that. He managed to open the door, but had to duck to get out under the broken frame. He staggered a few feet away and sat on the concrete walkway to concentrate on what had been inflicted upon him. He took a decently long look at his body. There were a few scratches and already-forming bruises, but those weren't of any special importance. There were large open wounds on his left shoulder, right pectoral muscle, and the right side of his waist. He wasn't going to bleed out, at least, but his first thought was that he needed a doctor, and it really didn't seem like he was going to get one at that moment, in a sewer pipe in Nowhere County.

He was momentarily spooked, but much more pleased, to hear a voice. "Hey, are you ok?"

The voice was gruff, like a worker you'd expect to find in a sewage pipe.

"I... I don't think so."

"Don't worry, I'm comin'."

Hexek felt relieved for a minute, until that mood was suddenly removed. His nose was abruptly and relentlessly VIOLATED. He was already in a sewer, surrounded by filth churned from human shit and other waste, but this new scent was so powerful that he could smell it over all that. His head reflexively jerked up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure that was approaching. The arms swinging at its sides hung way too low, and they looked disgusting, almost necrotic... they were GREEN. Pretty much all of the thing's skin was green and oily. He could hear the feet padding down onto the moist ground, but he could see them quite clearly even when he put no effort into looking at them. It was like floorboards swinging up. They were too long to be feet, but there they were, at the bottom of the thing's legs. It was covered in hair, had a huge belly, a long tail, wide cheeks that looked like they were hiding something inside, his eyes were darting around trying to see where the human was inside the suit, but it wasn't a suit, which was just what he was afraid of. He eventually just stared into its eyes and at the rest of its face. Its skin was like a frog, but the shape of a head was like a rat - now that he thought of it, this description fit the rest of the thing as well. On the end of its snout were two growths that looked a bit like whiskers, above its lip and two long front teeth. Its eyes bulged from the top of its head, and all around the shape, there was especially much hair, like a beard left unshaven for just long enough to start getting greasy.

"Fh-h-holy fuck!" With both his legs, Hexek was attempting to move himself further from the beast.

"What's wrong? Don't be afraid! ...oh. Right. Sometimes I forget I'm a little repulsive to humans."

Hexek stared, scared half to death.

"Well, I haven't had one in my care before, I've usually just been spotted like some kind ah bigfoot. Hope you can get more used to me than they usually did."

"If you're not a bigfoot, what... what the fuck are you?"

"Well, I'll skip the mumbo jumbo. My name's Prewar. Pardon my entrance, I jus' thought a sound like that was worth investigatin'. And your name? Well, 'fya still remember it after that bump."

"Hexek. Not the best WAY of meeting you, but it's definitely nice in contrast to being alone in a sewer."

"Handshake ok?"

Hexek ignored the fact that a handshake did not, to his sense of disgust, seem ok at all. "Yeah."

Prewar slowly stepped forward, trying his best to look docile despite his otherwise alarming appearance, and offered up his hand while kneeling down. Evidently, Hexek wasn't having any of it. He gagged, and then again, and again, while his eyes rolled back in his head from the force of it. He desperately dragged himself away while gasping. Each gasp, he gagged more, and vice versa, until he had gotten about fifteen feet away from the creature and was able to catch his breath.

"Hm. Guess it wasn't ok."

"Hgmsorry... jss-just... smells s so fuckin... candbreathe..."

"Oh yeah, I guess you learned the hard way, I fuckin stink."

Hexek laid on the floor, his chest heaving. By the time he could breathe well enough for his nervous system to pay attention to his sense of smell, he didn't even notice the sewage a mere meter away from his poor human nose.

"I guess I'll juss', uh..."

Prewar stuck his long foot out, wrapped it around Hexek's, which was still fully clad in a shoe, and shook it like a hand. He let it rest again on the walkway and took away his foot, causing a wet smacking sound that made Hexek gag so hard that his voice was engaged, letting out the most pathetic and hopeless moan either of them had heard in their lives. The frograt let the human rest and ponder his state... a sewer beast was, for the time being, his new de facto parent.

After giving the confused human a bit of time to think, Prewar came back over looking like he had some intent. Hexek was able to take a proper look at him as well, without his eyes being covered in a veil of fear and confusion. He could see the almost alien proportions of his body, the disproportionate gut, and... the wideness of his hips. And the fleshy cock and balls between his legs, constantly being squeezed when his thighs came close together.

"Them gashes don't look so good. My guess, you prob'ly need help."

"That seems right, yeah. Got any medical supplies down here, though?"

"I have ways o takin' care of myself. You should take your shirt off so we can look."

Hexek carefully removed his torn shirt. The wounds stung as the fabric left them.

"Damn. Car really fucked ya up."

"They do that."

"Lay down, it'll be easier. And close your eyes. Don' stress out about what's happenin'."

"It was a lot more reassuring when I was given this advice by an actual nurse."

"Well I'm what ya got. Try ta relax."

Hexek laid back and closed his eyes, and tried his best to go limp. He heard a slightly wet sound, like a soap-covered shirt being unfolded... and then he felt that noise on his flesh. His eyes opened and his gaze shot down to see Prewar using his huge fucking slimy tongue to apparently nurse the wound.

"FUCK!!"

"What?"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING????"

"The best I can do. Does it hurt?"

"YOU STUCK YOUR FUCKING TONGUE IN IT!!!!!!"

"Yeah. And? Does it hurt-"

"YOU FUCKING BEAST!!"

Prewar responded by wordlessly sticking the tip of his tongue back where it had been, right into the wound on the human's waist. It didn't actually hurt as much as it seemed like it would have, or as much as Hexek was portraying. It tingled a little bit, but it wasn't even an unpleasant sensation. The frograt ran the tip of his tongue from left to right a few times, and each time, more pain was alleviated. Hexek's hyperventilation was slowing.

"...s-sorry..."

"Mnnnhnn." Prewar's interjection came out a bit strangely due to his tongue being out.

"Fuck, it's so slimy..." Pure dread was in these words, as Hexek watched mucus run down the surface of the beast's tongue.

"Here."

Prewar removed his tongue from the gash, stepped back and turned away, and stuck his tongue out as far as it would go before beginning to rapidly and erratically thrash it. Thick effluvium flung from all sides of it, landing and sticking on the river of gunk going by. He went back over to Hexek, his tongue still glistening, just not leaking.

"Thanks, I guess."

"The goo helps, but I guess 'e was too much. Relax now, better ta have a gross gash than a rott'n one."

From time to time, Hexek's body let out little jitters. The tingle was oddly pleasing. He took comfort in the fact that he was at least getting some help for the injuries he had sustained. All three of them were cared for, as well as some basic coatings on the smaller scratches he had. He could feel the relaxation taking over, he was tired out after a long day with such a packed end like that. He let himself rest for a while, and Prewar took the hint, and allowed the wounds to settle while the human slept.

Hexek awoke in what appeared to be the middle of the night. The sky was black, peppered with light. But he felt well rested, and he could see somewhat well under the skylight his crash had created. Prewar's silhouette was faintly visible in the shadows. It creeped him the fuck out, but he had been creeped out by that weird fucking thing before, so it was nothing new. He looked at the wounds that Prewar had nursed. It seemed that they were just beginning to close, and that some of the skin was regrowing around it, though a little wet. He took a while to examine it, though, and eventually started to be able to distinguish colors a little better in the dim light... it was clearly not the color of his skin, nor of the insides of the wounds. It was green, and not the type of green he exactly liked seeing on his own damned body. Some of the skin immediately surrounding it was blending to that color as well, like a liquid seeping through.

"PREWAR!"

"Huh?" The cryptid stood and looked toward the human.

"I knew I shouldn't have fucking trusted you, look at my fucking hip! Look what you did to me, I should have just packed it with my shirt!!"

"Meh, looks fine to me."

"You don't seem to understand, it's FUCKING GREEN! THAT'S NOT HEALTHY!"

"'Ts healthier than the human color... yer too pale, man! You look nicer with it like that anyway."

"What, with my FUCKING FLESH ROTTING?"

"Rotting? Dunno what you're talkin' about, it looks just like mine, and I've been fine for a while."

Hexek's eyes widened upon hearing this and looking at his miscolored skin in comparison to Prewar's. They were the same exact hue.

"And I know I'm healthy. I've been livin' happy down here for longer than I can remember."

"Qualic. I'm gonna die down here, aren't I?"

"Kinda like how you woulda died on the surface if you were never down here. Listen. You're gonna live long and happy."

"I probably shouldn't be trusting your word, but-- promise?"

"Promise."

He offered up the little finger of his grossly deformed hand, which the human reluctantly wrapped his own around and gave a small motion before indignantly taking his hand back away and shaking off the residual mucus, or at least attempting to. Several drops of it splattered on his face, one even into his eye.

"Hope you can get used to it too. First thing ya need to learn, can't fight the filth. It's gross down here no matter what you try to do."

"It's a little proscribed to point that out, considering you probably make half the filth you live in."

The creature laughed raucously, causing his tongue to droop down and rub against his hairy chest and belly.

"This body churns out all kinds."

"I'm gonna rest. Go... CHURN somewhere else."

"Stirring and sloshing as we speak."

Hexek gagged, half theatrically and half actually, before they went off in separate directions. While he stayed in a place where there was still enough light to see comfortably, Prewar settled himself further down the tunnel where there was essentially no visibility. There was little of him that the human could see, aside from concentrated glimmers in each eye. He mostly sat and tried not to smell anything. He really, honest to god, Could Not Smell the sewage anymore. It simply didn't matter to his nose at that point. He could still clearly get a whiff of Prewar, though, all the musk, shit, and cum-based odors. It was a special brand, a novel cocktail. His gaze wandered lazily around, taking frequent stops at the growing green stains on his skin... within his skin, tainting it. The larger brunt of it was what was growing inside the wounds, closing them much quicker than his own human flesh would have been able to, but slowly, he saw the color emerging around the smaller scratches he had. Every time he happened to touch his face, it felt like he was sweating his life out. He knew that it was the oil coming from that fucking green mutation that was covering him up.

After some time, he heard the regular wet smacking that indicated that Prewar was moving about.

"I'm feelin' hungry. Gotta keep myself fed, and you'll hafta do the same, so watch and learn."

Hexek was afraid to think about what was about to happen, and almost afraid to conjure a response. He had been pretending not to be hungry so he himself wouldn't have to think about what there was down in this sewer to put down his throat.

"You ready?"

"Ready because I have to be. What do you even eat down here..."

"You kiddin'? Flows by for free."

"Oh my fucking god, oh my, FUCKING GOD, I hope you mean birds that fall down here out of the tree branches or some shit like that."

"Not some shit like that. I mean some shit like Thaaaaaat."

He gestured broadly to the miles-long stretch of muck that slowly promenaded by them.

"I like ta prepare em so the'r easier to swallow."

The beast then scooped his tongue into the rancid, thick, slimy sewage in the river central to this large tunnel that he called home. It left a large indentation in the filth, causing noxious vapors to rise more easily. He then began to coil his tongue around it, kneading it into a single elliptical mass, before taking it down into his throat and swallowing it whole. The bulge traveled down his throat, but could then be seen in his belly once it landed there.

"So just- oh... right... you ain't got a tongue like me! Well, here, I won't mind."

He affectionately put his arm around the human guest, letting him feel the grease all over that skin, giving him another opportunity to gravely reflect upon the fact that he would probably soon be exuding at the same rate. Reaching his tongue out, he rolled up another mass of shit and gunge, before shoving it into Hexek's mouth, which had opportunely opened to gag. The tongue penetrated deep, leaving the lump down there comfortably seated. The human's throat squeezed down on the tongue several times, attempting to eject the disgusting MOUND OF SHIT that had just been introduced to it, but eventually conceded that it wasn't coming out. At that point, Prewar took his tongue back out, allowing his new friend to see that it was even more slime-covered than usual. And thinking about the fact that that slime had come from his throat made him feel so impenetrably dirty.

"Don' worry bud, ya get used to it."

Hexek ducked out of the frograt's grasp and retched. "How many humans have you disposed of and left as mindless grease factories you fuck... I should have just walked home..."

"I ain't lied to you since you were down here. Only creature that's feasted on the river here has been me, and like I told ya, I'm thrivin'. And whenever any day comes along I get somethin' nastier than I been used to, I get used to it real quick. So I have no doubts you'll be just fine."

"Let me level with you. Some part of me trusts you but I'm tired, I just ate a lump of human shit and I don't know how my body is gonna feel, and I'm kinda afraid with green flesh growing on my body considering that a normal human is any shade of tan or brown. I really don't know what the fuck to feel."

"Sound like you need a minute."

"Yeah, a few minutes probably. What do you do around here?"

"Listen to the muck, think about whatever, and uh... well, there's not much to tell really that the sewer won't learn you later. Don' think yer ready to hear all that right now."

"Was about to ask to hear, but you have a point. I'm just gonna... probably lay around here and wait for something to give a prognosis."

"Does every human talk as fancy as you?"

"I'm just a dweeb."

"Orayt. I'll hang around."

Prewar padded away to give the human some space. The cold, dank sewer seemed like it would be understimulating, but the variety of sensations going through Hexek's body was far more complex and engaging than the ad break he'd probably otherwise be watching on his TV at that moment. Dare say, more engaging than the medical drama that'd come on a few minutes later.

He felt all sorts of parts of his digestive system gurgling and growling like angry animals with waterlogged lungs. It felt like every tube inside him, both thin and thick, was stuffed full of those chunky bindings of shit from the river that was just a bit in front of him. The pains were going up and down both in extremeness and in position, tracing lines from place to place that seemed to suggest how exactly his intestines were folding and writhing over each other. It really did feel like each inch was filled with a separate shit-éclair trying to eventually burst free from his belly or his ass... well, mostly his ass.

The urge to shit grew too strong. He hadn't gotten around to removing his pants yet, and he'd be damned if he had the energy to now. Each movement felt like his face was gonna fall off if he kept holding in. He was stuck between getting ready to shit and not shitting quite yet. It didn't take long for him to not have any choice, as he assumed a position on his elbows and knees, hosing down the surface of the river with his own addition. His waistline was pushed down rather forcefully and his fly burst open, while his underwear was simply brutalized, having fragments spewed out into the shitmix. He had expected a load average sized for a human, maybe a bit of diarrhea, but what he was putting out was something voluminous enough to bloat the airbag of the car he'd crashed into here while driving. He had no use for pants down here, and he especially had no use for these anymore, now that their insides had been coated with shit while the outsides were simply shredded.

Scat just kept flying out. He kept on stretching the pants he was wearing, pushing them down. It felt like his asshole was going to rip open, that's just how much it was being stretched. His cheeks were tenser than they'd ever been, even more than when he had had his most difficult experience holding (which, in all accuracy, was certainly what had happened just beforehand). When he finally finished, he had a many-meters-long anaconda of pudding behind him, laying on the so-considered "banquet table" of similarly-rancid brown shit. He had to face the facts: "I made that." He looked at his own body, the thing that had produced it, and noticed something... well, not expected, but not surprising. His ass was obviously bulging out more than it should have been. And he could see by the limited light that it had turned entirely green, and was beginning to leak grease. As an impulse, he put his hand back to feel what was going on, and his fingers landed perfectly placed to greet his stretched out DONUT of an asshole, covered in liquid shit.

He felt a heave coming up from within his throat, squeezing his esophagus, until the force reached his mouth. He had no doubt that he was going to vomit, he was gonna spew all over the remains of his car, and the sidewalk. But there was little left to still heave out, and everything possible was already stuck in his colon or below. The force culminated in one massive dry heave, which caused his mouth to shoot open, letting loose his tongue. It didn't exactly shoot, but it definitely ejected itself, flopping downward below his jaw. Just as long, tough, and greasy as the one that had shoved a shitlump into his stomach not too long ago. He put his still-human hands up to it, in a desperate attempt to find something that separated him from the beast he was living down there with. It really was every bit as slimy, covering his fingers in a thick sheen. He eventually resigned that this wasn't going to go back to normal. He let his monstrous tongue hang limp before beginning to pull it back into his mouth, through his lips that he could feel had changed. Instead of being flat on his face, they pointed forward. He could even feel his teeth having moved within his gums, changing their lengths and positions.

He ran his hands over his head, wanting to witness for himself just how much he had changed. How much of his visible humanity had disappeared. His mouth was a snout, that was the best word to describe it, and the only one that was in his mind, the only one that seemed to fucking be allowed. Some part of him was screaming at him about the transformation. How he had a frograt snout and a gross long tongue, and an inflated ass and donut hole, and even the very beginnings of a tail. His flesh was being taken over by something new, and he wasn't going to forget it. In feeling his hands over his face, he was spreading his own slimy spit over it. On his skin that was still human, it felt cold and unwelcoming. But on the green skin that had been converted, it felt pleasant. Like warm, well-scented moisturizer that would cost way too much money at your local grocery store. The sound of the spreading was the most cold and unpleasant liquid smacking sound he could have produced if he TRIED. But when he finally put his hands down, he felt as if he could still hear it...

He looked over at where Prewar was and got the answer to the question he hadn't asked, where the sound was coming from. He couldn't see many details of what was happening over there, but what he could tell for sure was that he was seeing multiple long, spindly fingers, wrapped tightly around something roughly cylindrical and veiny... and wetly and greasily stroking up and down.

"How long have you been doing that?" He couldn't conjure the energy to be angry. His exasperation and exhaustion were clear in his voice.

"Since you bent down and took that huge shit... looks like such a good meal... 'n your ass grew while it spit out all over the sewer shit... you look so fuckin'... greasy..."

Prewar's gruff voice produced a masculine groan as his long, greasy, smog-hued cock bulged out on all sides and started to shoot thick yellow-white ropes of toxic-smelling jizz all over the shit flowing by, and his own head, and the sidewalk. It looked like glue, like he was going to get stuck in it if he came out too much of it while just sitting there. It didn't turn out that he got stuck there, but he did cum out too much. He came out WAY too fucking much. It was easily enough to drown a man in. When he got up, it dripped off him in huge globs rather than droplets. You'd expect the sound of bits of liquid falling to the floor to be little drips, little pinpricks of sound that echoed rather timidly, but there were fucking plops when the cum fell off of Prewar's body.

"Get some sleep... you gotta be tired after put'n on a show like that."

Hexek didn't have to be told twice. Wordlessly, he trudged down the length of the sewer tunnel, far enough away that he could no longer smell Prewar or his balls-emptying load, and the light of the hole in the ceiling was somewhat distant. Free of all that stimulation, his body was able to relax, and he drifted off to sleep.

He eventually awoke in the very early morning. He was hungry enough to notice right away. Gazing down the sewer tunnel, he saw that the light outside was vibrant orange. Twinkling below the light, he saw his ruined car, still in the same condition as it had been for those few days. He found it weird that he could see it so well, though. From half this distance, he usually couldn't see details like the angles at which the glass was broken, and the way the seats reflected through the back window. But even from this distance with this little light, it was pretty clear. Looking just to the left, he could vaguely see the slow flow of the muck going by. He couldn't see where Prewar was, but unlike that particular cryptid, Hexek didn't see any point in goblin-ing in the darkness.

He placed his palms on the ground next to him to get up, but stopped dead in his tracks when he touched. The jarring thing wasn't the ground, though... it was just how much of the ground he could feel. His proprioception seemed to have changed so quickly and readily. His body was just... used to having fingers this long. But he knew it wasn't right. Nothing about it felt right. He shifted his feet around on the ground, and felt that the toes were long as well, just as long as Prewar's. His hands and feet were just as deformed as the thing corrupting him, changing him into whatever the fuck he was becoming, whatever in hell Prewar was in the first place. Sitting up like this gave him a nice opportunity to feel his huge monstrous ass' size, and the way that both the cheeks squeezed his inflamed anus.

He took his hands off the floor and moved them to feel his body, assess the changes that he wouldn't be able to see quite so easily. He felt over his bulbous ass, his fingers eventually contacting the greasy bristles of hair. The touch of the prickly ends and his own slimy skin made him shiver and almost start retching again. His snout opened, and his tongue flopped down again, which reminded him of his head. He closed his eyes and brought his spindly fingers up to it, feeling over its surface. His entire head, the whole thing, it had shifted around and changed. The eyes were on the top of his head, along with the flat broad shape that led to the nose. When open, they were like huge marbles. It was probably one of the helping factors in why he'd been able to see so well since he woke up that morning. His ears had grown out, in the shape and figure of rat ears but still coated in the same resonating slime. He could ear each sound in such sharp detail that he could hardly believe what he had been hearing before was "real". He had an arrangement of facial hair he had never been able to grow, and that certainly shouldn't have been able to emerge naturally overnight from his clean-shaven face. But this wasn't natural. Nothing about this was natural. NOTHING was normal anymore, NOTHING could just be HUMAN or NATURAL, EVERYTHING was...

Instead of crying or hyperventilating, the human/beast started to retch again. His disgust was coming out in waves, but nothing physical seemed to be coming out this time either. Clearly not much had entered his body while he was laying asleep on the walkway. He felt his chest jiggling slightly as his body vibrated, trying to expel whatever it was. Maybe it was the dread. Maybe it was his humanity. Maybe it was the will to resist. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was disgusted and reflexively heaving. But the way that the front of his body jiggled made that paranoid loudmouthed part of his brain get especially antsy. His mind told him it was sweaty, and the thinking part of him knew that that meant it was turning. It was going to be just like the rest of his body soon. Each time his body moved, each time it shook or convulsed, he felt his chest and gut jiggle lower, eventually as an increasingly solid and cohesive thing. The growing fat was defeated in its ability to move when the skin over it thickened fully.

"Damn, it's like I'm lookin' at myself over there!"

"Hhuah..."

"Feeling complete, I'll bet."

"I feel fucking sick."

Prewar walked over and felt his hands over Hexek's transformed belly, pressing in on the flesh a few times.

"Don't..."

"Why? Sensitive fella?"

"I'm gonna..."

"Gonna?" He pressed down especially hard.

"Fuck..."

The pressure on his belly forced itself on his bladder, which caused rancid, brown piss to be squeezed out. He was clearly putting out plenty of waste if it was coming out like that. The force with which it came out caused his cock to shift in varied directions, spraying the warm filth over his own legs, and a significant area of the floor. Gradually, the smell wafted up toward their noses, making them both gag, that's just how strong it was. Hexek's eyes filled with tears, blurring his vision, but he was frozen in place by the harshness of the stench squeezing at his senses. He was only able to clear his vision when he had finished releasing and his body stopped trembling from the rancidness. He was greeted by the sight of Prewar with tear-filled eyes, a mouth contorted in revolt, a nose furrowed in disgust... and a massive hard-on which was being stroked by two spindly-fingered hands trembling in a fucked up arousal. He squeezed his shaft, moving his digits up and down the greasy grey surface. It hadn't been visible to Hexek previously, but now that it was, the full extent of its wrinkled, veiny mass was able to exert its horrifying, almost hypnotic influence. Hexek couldn't look away as it was used.

"Looks... hh, you ain't been drinkin water or nothin'... I got someth'n to help you..."

Prewar then kneeled down on the concrete bank of that shitriver, before leaning forward and planting his hands on the moist and squishy surface. His hands sank in instantly, making an absolutely revolting squelch sound, before he positioned himself to drive his long cock deep into the gunge. It looked like he was just creating a depression in it, almost like he was going to pull out, but then he thrusted again. His cheeks squeezed his donut as his cock and prostate throbbed. He was fucking the river of shit, making the hole bigger, putting more of his weight into it as his hands sank in. The friction between his huge thighs and the walkway was the only thing keeping him from falling in completely. Eventually, he trembled extra hard before grunting. Around his cock, Hexek could see a thick, sticky, whitish liquid leaking up. It took a while before he finally pulled out, lifting out a mix of brown and sickly-white, his froggy cum mixed together with the mammalian shit that surrounded them.

"This should help you with that thirst."

Prewar put his arm around the frograt-plus-human-parts, before lowering to his knees and taking both their heads down toward the edge of the river.

"Smells nice, don't it?"

"I'm... I'm so hungry... and so thirsty..."

"Drink. Eat. Get you fed."

Hexek lowered his dirty froggy head into the wet puddle full of cum, shit-greases, and ambient piss that had seeped in as well. With his whole head submerged, switching to taking in oxygen through his skin, he started slurping up the fluid. It was thick and satisfying, and gave him the hydration he was needing, as well as something more - the appetizer to a proper meal. He lowered his head further and further, mounting his arms just beside his head, so he could slurp from the very bottom of the pit. And when it was done, he simply couldn't resist munching down on what else was down there. Wet chunks of shit entered his mouth, filling him the way he needed to be filled. The liquids he had just had were already finding their way through his body. Hot piss started to flow through his urethra, bulging out that wet tube from just how voluminous the stream was. And the more he pissed, the better his body felt. It stretched out his meat, making veins bulge from its surface, making the journey longer from tip to base as more piss just flowed and flowed and FLOWED out.

The feeling of hot piss coming out of him, the feeling of growing, was too much to stand. Abruptly, a switch was flipped inside him. The piss was tainted with thick seed which sprayed backward as he continued to grow. He chewed down while his balls paradoxically grew. The water he slurped up came out as piss again, bulging out, chasing out the rest of the jizz that was trying to get out, but the covering of his nose just drove out more cum, letting his belly be inflated by his huge bladder. His cock couldn't decide what its purpose was. It was a patchwork of yellow and tainted-vanilla, both just transparent enough to be illuminated by the sun which repulsed the beastly nature of the original frograt and the ex-human. Prewar couldn't resist frotting that new and improved cock, just a bit smaller than his own, eventually extending his tongue and licking at the inflated anal donut which was quite a bit larger than his own.

The taste of its surface was greasy and spoiled, deliciously wrong and revolting, getting stronger as it throbbed and oiled itself. Eventually, the holes inside couldn't hold either. When he heard the flood rising from inside, Prewar put his mouth up to that supple hole, quickly greeted by a deluge of shit just as rancid as his own, churned out from sewage that wished it could be so bad, that ENVIED the stink and the satisfying taste. They squished and squelched in the greases, hungrily slurping and licking, digging deeper into the river.

"You taste so good, you greasy fucker."

"Nnwhygh..." Hexek replied from underneath. He was tasting something amazing as well. He had gotten used to it, alright.