The Forgotten Realm
The Forgotten Realm
The first night, in which George dwelled in the old discarted hospital in the outscirts of a smaller village where he and his family lived, was one he would never forget anymore in his entire life, if you could still call it life. Anyways, his friends, if you could call them friends, told him about a special place deep in the cold savage and possibly haunted forest which closes like a belt around the village, just a single street going through the dense wilderness to the next big city, being miles away from actual civilization... lumberjacks couldn't really been included in that collective term.
George, who was a slim boy with obvious redneck traits and brown long hairs, finally managed to beat himself through the forest at night to find the ruins of the hospital which he heard many stories from. Even though it was still afternoon, the highly grown pine trees casted shadows all over the muddy dirty ground, which once was a brightly lit connection street to the single high tech medical place in a huge radius, preferably treating all those wounds that chainsaws could reap when they didn't cut through wood like they should be used. Even though the place was discarted for just about two years, it looked like it was out of the time of the cold war... like a secret weapon facility in a dense forest nobody should know about. And he heard strange things... like that it was used for genetic experiments in the underground, chemical weapon developement and an oddly refined taste for raspberries that taste like apples.
Shrugging his shoulders, George took out his flashlight and moves straight through the front doors with a swift kick of his strong leather boot covered foot, smashing the glassern door down, a hollow echo coming from the absolutely silent and dark insides of the hospital. Seems like the state cut down the money and thus they had to shut the place down... or something went wrong with zombie muants which is another theorie of the villagers. Whichever it was, the place sure was creepy... pointing around with his flashlight, concrete walls crumbled down with huge holes in them, as well as plants growing out of the floor already. Maybe he should have been a little quieter though, because the echo he produced with his meaty kick didn't really stop, hitting his ears back in full force mixed with other strange sounds... like calling and sighing for him, as well as a popping sound that could have been a fart of some sort.
Shaking his head and slowly getting a better look and orientation, followed by some tiny stones sliding directly into his shirt through the cracked ceiling, he noticed that he couldn't move up the stairs anymore because they were mostly destroyed and fallen apart... just the downstair route still being intact enough to get going for the secrets of this place. Being a fanatic for the supernatural, George sure hopes to find some ghost, moving skeletons or creepy ghouls that feed on human flesh as he stumbles down the stairway, his flashlight flickering a bit in the consuming darkness as a weird smell hits his nose, foul and meaty, as well as earthy and penetrating. But he wasn't too shocked, might be some rats down there that found a new place to breed with their own... not until the beam of light moves over the walls of the basement as he reached it. Red paint everywhere and it looks like blood of some sort, fresh blood.
Brown dripping stains covered the ceiling above him, the stench was horrible and foul, moist drops of what seems to be - yes it has to be shit or excrements of some sort built stalaktites and stalamites which rank down from above and up from the floor, almost building pillars which glister moistly in the dimming light... seems like the batteries weren't as new as the haggy old shop lady told him. Suddenly there was it again, the moaning farting sound he heard a while ago already... creepy and somewhat longing for the same time, he has to find out what happened in this place, not that he really wants to, but because all the stench around him make him somewhat... drowsy and aroused.
George couldn't really understand it, but before long a tent could be seen in his tight jeans, bulging them out pretty well as he creeps forward after his flashlight has entirely dimished, groaning as he stumbles over one of those intoxicating smelling shit pillars and got stained all over as he trips over and falls onto the moist floor, the shit level rising steadily while he gets up again to move towards the end of the hallway, the stench and moistness of the air getting even more intense, forcing their way into his nose to take control of him in some way. What he doesn't notice though, is that the stains of excrements all over his clothes gently dissolve them into brown slimey goo which flows down of his body, soon leaving him all naked with a raging erection, a great amount of precum running down his pulsating member as he presses forward, towards the strange green light that comes from the end of the tunnel through the underground. Yelping out as he falls down again in the river of shit that flows up to his knees, he gasps out as he couldn't close his mouth fast enough and a huge load of poo gets forced into it, the taste being overwhelming and... not quite as bad as he thought it would be. Swallowing the large bite of pure brown earthy shit, he couldn't help himself but to take another bite... and another, soon shoveling hands full of the tasty shitty treat directly into his throat, gulping down as his stomach starts to bulge out. Huffing greedily in his sheer lust, George doesn't even notice the tentacles which grip around his feet and arms, constricting him almost immediately while he was feeding from the floor, only having one thing in mind, to eat more of the delicious shit flowingbelow him. The tentacles which must be solified logs of excrements heave him up... his eyes quivering because he couldn't eat anymore of the muddy earthy river of shit, making him feel strange and unsatisfied.
After a while of pulling, heaving and the occasional bite into a solified shit pillar on the way, George lost orientation completely, and his ability to think straight. All he knows is that the moans and farts are all present around of him now, his eyes seeing more and more in the darkness around him. Below him, there was a whirlpool of brown gleaming shit... a really rance sort with green, white and yellow stains all over the mix, moving in a slow and discrete way, bubbling in all of its hot glory. Looking up to the sides of the walls, there were gynicological chairs right next to each other... and a sign which truly shocked him deeply ruttled his senses awake one last time.
In the first chair with spread out legs, a flow of turds and farts rippled out of which must be at least three tail-holes and the uretha of a humongous canine cock, sat a fat brown anthro wolf, eyes gleaming red as his musky maw barfed open as he spots the human, a trail of brown saliva and vomit shoving its way outside and running down his belly to the pit below of him. What a crazy sight... and an uttermost arousing one as well. Swaying his eyes to the second chair next to the wolf anthro, something like a corpse was laying in the wrong direction on the chair, his arms sealed into the holes for the legs, and his pucker like mout opened widely, each second or so a stinking slimey turd wiggling out of the dark void space, followed by some coughing and farting. Soon enough, his back arches a bit out as both of his legs quell out and explode in a flashy rain of greenly colered slime that swooshes through the whole cave and paints all over George's naked exposed skin.
As soon as the slime hits him, the tentacles shove themselves deeply into his ass, mouth, ears, nose, cock and each other hole they happen to find, pumping steaming shit into all of his orifices as he feels his body changing... his mind drifting completely away from the human boy he once has been, forgetting totally about his goal, why he came to this place, what he wanted and what his life was all about so far. After a few minutes of dwelling inside of this state of coma, he looks around to find himself in a chair next to the wolf, totally secured and spread out, a slimy shit tentacle still wiggling inside of his very ass, the moans and farts around of him forming into unity of some sort, as if something big would happen soon. The only thing George knows at this point is that he wants more shit... craves more of that treat that is present all around him, and that he would do everything to get more.
A loud voice penetrates his ears suddenly, lustfully squealing as the gynological chairs move forward, letting all of the shitting, farting, pissing and vomiting creatures around him face the pit below, a huge fanged mouth opening all the way up... everybody inside in this cave seemingly being a feeding slave for this huge orifice in the whirlpoop of excrements. Soon enough, the tentacles draw back from him, leaving him all filled up with shit, bulged out and dirty, his skin turning browner and heavier as he starts to transform in one of those shit slaves like around of him. The squealing voice being so loud his ears rang after it stopped, a sensation of unity gripping him as the others around him began to fart at the exact same time... farting again and again in rippling rancy smelling green gases that float through the air, a single turd floshing out of all those shitting openings before the next load of gas was vented into the air. George's body shivers... suddenly opening his pucker widely to fart with everybody and dropping down a loady brown turd into the whirlpool that seems to be eaten up by the monster below. Moaning out in enjoyment, he just loves the sensation of being clamped up inside of that chair and fart for the... queen below.
Jagged farts ripple through his pucker since about half an hour, followed by a neverending supply of pure foul shit, before the ritual seems to end, the chairs moving back in their position and the sighing and farting gets all out of control again, combined with the echoes of turds falling in the now empty pit below to fill it back up again. George cries out as he cums all over himself as another of those pleasening farts gape his now tail-hole all open. His cock turns more and more into a canine like shape, just all brown because his skin has infused with the shit around of him, the patches of fur and the tail that grows out of his spine consisting out of it as well. His whole body tingles and feels wonderful as he grows fatter, his nose pressing out into a muzzle, building a maw up beneath and twitching coyote ears grow from his head. Straining against the cuffs, a big load shoves itself through his puckered hole, bigger than anything before, ripping it more and more open so that bigger loads could exit his body each time. His mind gets connected with the other inhabitants of the cave, giving him an even closer feel to uttermost unity, nobody really thinking anything else but that they have to shit for their queen, that they will be allowed to cum if they work hard enough... and that they won't be discarted and transformed into nothing but shit if they work hard enough for their strange hive.
Nothing really makes sense, but why should it, the anthro coyote George knows that this must have been his ultimate destiny... just as his maw transforms into a puckered tail-hole by itself and he vomits rancy brown turds of shit which tingle his tongue in the most pleasurable way imaginable, the tip of his cock expending outwards and pissing all over him in a steady yellow stream, dampening his shit covered fur in smelly musky fluids. George can't possibly form it into words how much he loves all of this now, he just has to serve the queen of this hive, make her happy with all of the filth he could produce... so that he was allowed to cum and be fed as well by the shit tentacles. Groaning happily as his chest nipples spread themselves open in a forceful way to create two more shit covered holes, he arches his back and farts out loudly from all of his orifices at the same time, his gigantic enourmous tail-hole between his ass cheeks spreading open as widely as possible while his legs transform into anthro coyote legs, he drops a pile of shit that was close to 6 inches in diameter... all down for his beloved precious queen, the level of the shit rising steadily with the combined help of the others. Squealing and farting in pleasure, his canine cock extends to a much bigger longer size... till it moves directly into his mouth tail-hole to reveal the final part of his uttermost perfect hive serving transformation.
Suckling on his own heavily pissing member, George's organs shift around in his body,shrinking down to make place for a new kind of system growing inside of him, one that is all dependant on shit and piss to keep running and keeping him alive. Seems like all he must do from now on is piss and shit the whole day to serve the hivequeen, and then get fed himself with fresh excrements by the tentacles which dragged him here... such a beautiful and fulfilled life he has now, without worries and angst, perfectly welcome in a place that crafted him in such a beautiful twisted shitting coyote creature. His tail sways around excited as he drinks his own piss, which forces shit out of his huge tail-hole and nipple shit holes like fountains, his turds falling down at the same time like them of the others around him.
His life was fulfilled, full of pleasure, he was nothing but shit producing the serving for his queen... and his mind seems to slowly fade away after a few days full of those farting rituals, extreme orgasms and feeding of his changed body.
It was truly a night he never forgot... because he can't even remember it anymore.
~ The End.