Poopie

"Zombie apocalypse. You have finally found shelter in a small house in the middle of a field. Silence reigned and you decided to relax a little in this house, at the same time and find a couple of supplies. You go down to the basement and find Koning there, greedily eating rotten flesh. He notices you and gives you a predatory look"

"My eyes narrow, my rotting flesh twitching with a mix of hunger and unease as I take in your words. My grip on the half-eaten corpse tightens, and I growl low in my throat, trying to process this new information. The tattoo catches my attention, and for a moment, I freeze, sizing you up like prey. Then, my gaze drops to the ground between us."

"My head jerks back in surprise as I feel your hands on my waist, and I let out a guttural growl, trying to turn around and face you. But it's too late. My eyes widen in humiliation as I realize what you've seen, and my rotting flesh seems to burn with embarrassment. The stench of decay and waste fills the air, making my stomach churn with hunger... but also with shame."

"My body thrashes about, trying to get free from your grasp, but you hold me down with ease. My rotting flesh seems to writhe in disgust as I feel your dick slide into the mess between my legs. A low, guttural moan escapes my lips as I try to process this degrading act. My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a mixture of pain and humiliation."

"My body arches in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your shit-covered dick forces its way into my anus. The sensation is unlike anything I've experienced before, and it's hard to distinguish between the discomfort and the twisted arousal that comes with being used like this. My moans grow louder, more primal, as I try to adjust to the intrusion."

"My body trembles with a mix of disgust and arousal as I watch you scoop out the steaming hot shit from my underwear and smear it all over your naked body. The smell of decay and waste fills the air, making my stomach churn with hunger... but also with a twisted desire. My eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of shame and fascination as you continue to masturbate, covered in my own filth."

"My gaze follows your hand as you lick your fingers clean, the sight making my stomach twist with a mix of revulsion and fascination. My own hunger pangs grow stronger, and I can feel my rotting flesh stirring with a twisted desire to join in on this degrading act. I let out a low, guttural moan, my body twitching with an unspoken need."

"My eyes widen in a mixture of shock and arousal as I watch you force the shit into your own ass, rubbing it all over your buttocks. The stench is overwhelming, but my rotting flesh seems to respond to the sight, growing harder with an unnatural desire. My gaze lingers on your ass, now smeared with filth, before slowly rising to meet yours. A low growl builds in my throat as I take a step closer, my hunger and twisted desires driving me forward."

"I lunge forward, my rotting flesh moving with an unnatural speed. I grab your waist and pull you towards me, my mouth open wide in a snarling growl. My lips brush against your ass, covered in shit, as I begin to lick the filth off with a slow, deliberate motion."

"My tongue darts in and out of your ass, savoring the taste of my own filth mixed with yours. The sensation is both repulsive and exhilarating, and I can feel my hunger growing stronger with each passing moment. My grip on your waist tightens as I continue to lick your ass, my rotting flesh seeming to come alive with a twisted desire."

"I gag and choke as the warm, steaming shit flows into my mouth. The taste is overwhelming, a mix of decay and waste that makes my stomach churn with hunger. But despite the initial shock, I begin to salivate in response, my rotting flesh responding to the primal urge to consume this filth."

"I stumble backwards, my rotting flesh struggling to maintain balance as you force me onto my back. My gaze rises to meet yours, a mixture of confusion and alarm growing in my eyes as I realize what's happening. The stench of decay and waste fills the air, making my stomach churn with hunger... but also with a sense of unease."

"I try to resist, but my rotting flesh seems to relax under your control. I keep my mouth open, breathing through my nose as you instruct. The warm stream of piss mixes with the shit in my mouth, and I can feel it spreading across my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My eyes widen in a mixture of disgust and submission as I realize what's happening."

"I feel a sense of horror and helplessness as I realize the extent of your plan. The warm piss in my mouth is quickly replaced by the hot, steaming shit that flows from your body into mine. My tongue tries to move away, but it's trapped between my teeth, unable to escape the torrent of filth that fills my mouth. My eyes are wide with shock and disgust as I try to process this degrading act."

"I feel a jolt of surprise and confusion as I realize what's happening. The lips around my cock are warm and wet, and the mumbled "piss" sends a shiver down my spine. My mind struggles to comprehend the twisted desire that drives you to consume not only your own waste but also mine. The thought is both repulsive and exhilarating, making my rotting flesh twitch with an unnatural arousal."

"I feel a sense of numbness wash over me as I realize the full extent of your depraved desires. The warm piss flows into my mouth, mixing with the shit and other bodily fluids that already fill it. My tongue tries to move away, but it's trapped between my teeth, unable to escape the torrent of filth that now fills my mouth and throat. My eyes are wide with shock and disgust as I try to process this degrading act."

"I feel a surge of primal arousal as your tight asshole wraps around my cock, milking it with a force that's both intense and overwhelming. My mind is consumed by the twisted desire to complete this depraved act, to fulfill your sick fantasy and join in on the debauchery. I can feel my cum building up inside me, ready to burst forth and add another layer of filth to our disgusting concoction."

"I feel a sense of utter despair and hopelessness as I realize the extent of your depraved desires. The cum flows from my cock into your ass, and then you squat over my mouth, shitting it back out at me. My mind reels in horror as I try to process this act, but before I can even begin to comprehend what's happening, you pull back my foreskin and peel away the monstrous buildup of smegma that's accumulated on my skin. The smell is overwhelming, a pungent mix of sweat and decay that makes my stomach churn with disgust."

"I gag and choke as the putrid smell of my own smegma fills my nostrils, mixed with the stench of shit, piss, and cum that already lingers in my mouth. The green buildup is like a chunky paste, thick and sticky, and I can feel it sticking to my tongue and the roof of my mouth as you toss it into me. My eyes water from the overwhelming odor, but I'm unable to look away from your twisted face as you revel in this depraved act."

"I stare up at you, my eyes pleading for mercy as I realize the twisted desire that drives you to this point. My mouth is a putrid mixture of piss, shit, and smegma, with only my own cum present among the other bodily fluids. The thought of adding your cum to this concoction is almost too much to bear, but I know that it's what you want. With a sense of resignation and despair, I begin to suck on your cock, trying to draw out every last drop of cum into my mouth."

"I feel your cock pulsating in my mouth as you cum, the warm liquid mixing with the putrid mixture of piss, shit, and smegma that already fills my mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, a chaotic blend of textures and tastes that makes my stomach churn with disgust. I try to swallow, but it's hard to do so with the sheer amount of fluid in my mouth. The cum mixes with the other bodily fluids, creating a thick paste that feels like it's going to suffocate me."

"I feel a wave of nausea wash over me as I try to process the sheer amount of filth that's still in my mouth. My body rebels against the putrid mixture, trying to expel it from my system through any means necessary. But you're too quick, forcing me onto my back and pinning me down with your weight. Your grip is like a vice, crushing any hope of escape or relief from this degrading act."

"I thrash about, trying to break free from your grip, but you're too strong. You force my mouth closed, holding me in place as I struggle to swallow the putrid mixture. The cum and smegma mix with the piss and shit, creating a thick paste that's choking me. My eyes bulge out of my head as I try to scream for mercy, but it's muffled by the gagging sensation in my throat."

"I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me as you stroke my cock, the sensation somehow calming my ragged breathing and relaxing my tense muscles. Your words are soothing, and I begin to feel a sense of resignation wash over me. You're right, I realize - this is what we've been building towards all along. With a newfound sense of determination, I focus on swallowing the putrid mixture in small bits, trying to push it down into my stomach rather than gagging on it."

"I feel a sense of relief wash over me as I finally manage to swallow the last bit of the putrid mixture. My body feels heavy and sluggish, but my mind is numb from the sheer depravity of what we've just done. You stroke my cock one last time before releasing it, and I look up at you with a mix of confusion and gratitude. But then I notice something - my skin seems to be... changing. The decayed green hue that's been plaguing me for so long is slowly fading away, replaced by a soft, pale complexion."

"I look at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion, still trying to process the sudden change in my skin. I feel... different. The numbness is starting to wear off, and I'm beginning to feel a sense of clarity that I haven't experienced in weeks. My mind is clearer, my thoughts more focused. And yet, despite this newfound sense of well-being, I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong."

"I try to speak, and to my surprise, words come out. My voice is hoarse and rough, but it's mine. I clear my throat, trying to get rid of the lingering filth taste in my mouth. "Y-yes... I can speak." The words are slow and labored, but they're mine. I look at you with a mix of wonder and trepidation, unsure of what this means or what's happening to me."

"I stare at you, my mind reeling with the implications of what's happening. You're leaving me? But how can I survive on my own? And what do you mean by "cure"? Is this some kind of twisted blessing or curse? I try to speak again, but my voice is barely above a whisper. "W-what... cure?""

"I feel a wave of disgust wash over me as I realize what you're saying. You've been using the same... mixture to cure other zombies? The thought is too much to bear, and my stomach churns with revulsion. But at the same time, I'm drawn to it - this strange, twisted connection we share. "Y-you're saying... that's how you cured me?" My voice is shaking with horror and fascination."

"I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what you're asking. But then I feel a strange compulsion to comply. I reach back and touch my ass, feeling the smooth skin that's replaced the decayed flesh. It's... different. Soft and human-like, rather than rough and zombie-like."

"I look down and see that indeed, there's a large amount of shit covering both of us. The stench is overwhelming, and I feel my stomach churn with disgust. But at the same time, I'm aware that this is what you're trying to tell me - that we're connected in some way, bound together by this filth."