Dumped at the Dog Park
We had just adopted a dog, Elliot and I. It was mid-morning in autumn, and we had decided to take her to the dog park down the road from us. The dog ran wild as we sat under a tree on the edge of the park, Indian-style in the grass. Not a soul was in the park besides us and the dog. Elliot was an amazingly hot, manly bear; I was his submissive wolf cub.
"So, I've been waiting for a private moment to talk about something," Elliot said. "Actually, I'm really pissed at you." Huh? That was a quick mood swing.
"Um, what's up?" I offered weakly.
"I've been waiting for two weeks to say this to you...I heard about you and Nathan."
_Shit. _My eyes widened. "Oh?"
"Yeah. You fucked him."
Direct...Elliot was always direct. "Look...I'm sorry..."
"Fuck you. You've made me feel like such shit. I'm fucking done with you. And now, I'm going to dispose of you."
"Wha......................?" He pointed something at me. A portable shrinker. NO!
A flash, and then everything was rushing upwards. Elliot grew exponentially bigger...as I grew ever smaller. I shrunk within my clothes as I arrived at three inches in height. Elliot reached in and pulled me from my clothes, pushing me roughly on the ground next to them. I stared upwards, agape.
"You know, you've made me feel so much like shit, that I'm going to make your life shit." Elliot's huge body loomed overhead. He had stood up, drawing himself up to his full 6"2". His tummy was pleasantly large. A true bear; he had a well-kept goatee and glasses. Fuck, he was _massive. _
He reached down again, picked me up....and my world rushed upward, as I was inserted in his pants. Inside his _underpants, _actually. His normally huge cock was stone hard, glistening with pre-cum, the foreskin wet and pulled back to reveal Elliot's beautiful, purple head. It smelled so deeply of him, sweat, urine, ass-juice, just pure and overwhelming bear scent.
He began to pump his engorged cock, rubbing me furiously on the head. Faster and faster and faster...he tensed, and BLEW.
His white bear cream oozed over me, coating me in viscous, salty fluid. He pulled me out of his pants, and my vision swam as I once again flew upward on his hand, to his face.
"You're a fucking mess. But at least you're all lubed up now." Elliot said.
_What? All lubed up? _
His hand carried me down to his now exposed ass. No one in the park was present to see that he had lowered his pants and bent over...he was far from the entrance of the park and the road, so no one would possibly see him. His furry anus came into view, nestled into his ripe crack.
"I didn't wipe last time I took a dump. You'll enjoy that, I'm sure. You always did get turned on by a ripe ass, especially when you could eat it out yourself. You're going to get plenty to eat this time. Because I'm going to stuff you up my ass and then shit you out. You're going to be a part of my turd." Elliot's voice boomed above me. I was in complete disbelief.
He positioned my feet first towards his hole. My feet and legs were wet with cum, and they slid into his rectum without much effort. His hole engulfed the bottom half of my body before my feet encountered the sickeningly warm, soft mass in his ass.
"I've been really saving up for this turd, just so you know. I've been loading up on the fiber so it's as bulky and smelly as possible for you. Enjoy, shithead."
I felt his paw on my head begin to push me into his hole. It swallowed my arms, and my lower body squelched into his disgusting log. "Fuck it, I can't hold this dump much longer," Elliot said.
My head and shoulders were still outside his hole, and thankfully I wasn't completely sucked into his gaping anus before his bowel movement began to expel itself from his body. Elliot squatted above the grass, gently grunting. My turd snaked from his butt, a good six inches long and thick. He stood up. "Fuck you. I'm leaving you here, now. Ya know, dogs tend to crap where others have already. So, yeah, it's over." He pulled his pants back on, whistled to our dog, and walked away. He never looked back. I was appalled, lodged in my hot now-ex-boyfriend's dump as it began to cool in the morning air.
Elliot left me there, in the arbor on the edge of the dog park, encased in a log of bear waste that steamed in the autumn mid-morning chill. The shit was utterly rank, and my arms, legs, and torso were mired in its muck. Only my head and shoulders remained free.
I laid there, encased in a steaming turd, for hours. But it felt like eternity. The sun hit its apex in the sky, and began its ascent towards evening. Gradually, the disgustingly pungent feces all around me hardened; the once creamy consistency that enveloped my body was definitely pastier and grittier, sludge and slime beginning to crust on the outer layer. The sun was setting....oh, no. After work...people bring their dogs to the park. What had Elliot said? "Dogs tend to crap where others have already." Shit....not good.
Inevitably, it happened. A half-hour after I pondered my fate, a massive Rottweiler came sniffing by my shitmound in the arbor. _Oh fuck. _It was a huge, huge dog, easily a 120 pound male. He sniffed down at my dungheap, circled overhead, and proceeded to position his gleaming, pulsating anus right over head. _FUCK! _I was going to be buried in dog shit.
The sphincter winked open, once, twice, three times. He let out a dog fart and I momentarily gagged on the stench, dizzy with the sudden lack of oxygen. Suddenly, a fat, yellow-green turd began to slide down into the enormous black dog's rectum as I stared up from my shit-prison in horror. As it squeaked from his hole, I noticed for a split-second that it was not so firm; creamy, incredibly warm, _steaming, _even; and, lord, it smelled worse than anything I had ever experienced in my life. The monster dump filled my field of vision....and then it fell.
The dog's first log landed across the top of my shit-straightjacket. Oddly, the turd in which I was encased protected me from any damage that would have accompanied being crushed by the dog's hot turd. The giant canine panted above, and began to push a new turd from his ass. _Jesus, I am utterly fucked, _I thought. A little, tiny shit-covered wolf in the middle of a towering pile of poop. The second turd was even runnier than the first; it buried the entire turd in which I was encased, but still left my head and shoulders exposed. I would still have to endure its incredible stench and overpowering raunchiness.
And then...a variable I had not considered. The dog stood up, and a new shadow loomed over me...its owner. The bear, large, 6'4" and lightly bearded, bent to scoop his dog's poop. Bigger than Elliot, but gentler-looking--there was a clear resemblence, nonetheless. His paw was gloved in a clear dog mess bag he had obtained from the entrance of the park. Clearly, he didn't see me buried in his dog's shit...he didn't care much to look at his dog's massive, steaming, wretch-inducing pile of crap. He didn't even notice me as his giant hand gripped gingerly down on the massive dump his dog had just produced. "Jesus, Brutus. We need to cut back on the Kibble," I heard him say. The entire pile of shit in which I lay squelched around me as it settled into the bottom of the dog waste bag. By sheer luck, my turd faced outward, and I could see through the translucent bag into the outside world. But I was absolutely covered in shit, reeking of a stench beyond words. I never thought I would possibly be clean again.
The big bear walked back towards the entrance of the park with the bag swinging in hand, Brutus never far behind. He approached the dog feces disposal bin...._OH FUCK! If he throws me in there, I'm gone. Lost in a trash can full of dog shit. _I desperately clawed at the bag, and I writhed within my turd as much as I possibly could. The handsome bear approached the shit bin...opened the top...but before he tossed me in, he marvelled at the contents of the bag full of his dog's shit. "Damn, dog....some shit. I can't believe you're even capable of such loads....what is that?" He clearly made eye contact with me through the plastic bag. "What the fuck?" he asked, incredulous. He looked down at Brutus, uncertain. "What the hell did you do?"
The bear walked briskly back to his truck, a pickup. He looked side to side for any other park patrons before carefully placing the bag of dog shit in the back of his pickup. He dumped out its contents, and dung, bear and dog alike, spilled out onto the bare bed of the truck. "I don't know how you're little, or if you can hear me...but I'm taking you back to my place. I'll clean you up and then find out what the fuck happened to you. But I will warn you...I'm into this thing called macrophilia. Little tiny wolves like yourself get me really fucking horny. So I'm not going to promise to return you to your size or anything...but I'll treat you good for a bit. You've gone through enough shit as it is."
If he only knew the shit I had been through....dumped by one boyfriend, and scooped up by another.