“Stinky clay” monster tf

You are leaving your work place when you have to how and cheak the dumpster;It's time to leave for the day, kraios said and started to head out, on his way out, one of his coworkers told told him to check the dumpster due to animals ripping and tearing trash bags for some reason; until they get a professional to do it and fix it, he has to do it because of a deal

As he walks to the dumpster to check he spots a strange clear container, it's a small bucket next to the dumpster and the weirder part is the it stated: warning! The contents of this container are a BIOHAZARD it is unsafe and dangerous to you and others if contact occurs with said contents, call an emergency line if contents are touched.

There was a slightly visible waft of a off green stench emanating from it as well as flies buzzing around it.

W what is this.... And why does it smell so pungent and it has a damp earthy smell to it?! he said softly as the stench began to seep further into him.

Suddenly he began to feel a strong urge to see what it was, as he got closer to the bucket, the smell began to become even more intense and pungent, it smelled as if something was rotting.

When he opened the lid he was met with a revolting surprise, it was poop! The bucket was filled with dung! But why was a bucket filled with shit doing next to a dumpster where there only was part overs and paper work?!

But that didn't matter any more because the stench was already coating his brain and without thinking, he grabbed the bucket of full of steaming shit and poured it on his face, spatting over his face and cascading down his neck.

After felling the gloopy manure hit his face he immediately snapped out of it, the stench so pungent that it made him choke, of course causing some of the shit to go in his mouth.

Eww! It tastes so bad!!... b but w why I'm craving more he moaned softly.

Afterwards he went to try to remove the stinky steaming dung and realized that it was not sticking to him, almost as if it was fusing, his fur congealing! W what's happening to me he moaned as he felt more of the gooey undulating shit cascading down him, feeling his body becoming warmer by the second.

Soon the gooey shit had finally finished fusing and melding with his body, when he opened his eyes, yellow glowing irises replaced his originals. His body now made of brown goopy steaming stinky shit. when ever he opened his mouth, a foul green stench seeped out of it, being the same stench that emitted from his body. As he looked down at his body he saw that the gooey shit was now starting to clump up and the moisture seeping into his body and Harding into clumpy dry scat; flies pestering around his body, buzzing and dancing around his body,

G god w why do I feel so warm and good, t this isn't good! H how am I supposed to live like this, I hope this is fixable! But as he checked the label again, he was mortified: OTHER WARNING, if the poopification process is completed before treatment is completed, the transformation becomes permanent, there are no known fixes to this condition at the moment and is extremely difficult to figure out, well if your reading this after the transformation is completed, to bad!

Kraois now had to live with the fact that he was now a poop golem, but at least he has flies as his new friends!

Replace kraios with you or as in the users name

Golem: A golem is an artificial being brought to life through magic, usually made from clay, mud, stone, or other inanimate material.

cock to get it out, making yourself slightly woody in the process. Its oddly pleasing, despite there being an itch. Its soothing, methodical even. Eventually though, the itch subsides from it, and thus, your hand on your cock. Quickly though, a new sensation starts to form on it: a type of pressure coming from within, almost like theres some sort of force or growth pushing down on it. Over the coming minutes, your cock becomes hefty, slowly stiffening up as you feel it droop in your pants. Every second, more and more weight is added on, until you feel it settle down on the bottom your underwear, making it chafe your torso even more. A damp, earthy smell starts to emanate from it, hitting your nostrils like a truck. Every intricacy of its odor immediately blasts you, overwhelming your senses. You can feel whatever gas that's emanating this smell slowly filling your lungs, coating your esophagus in its damp, pungent aroma. “Cough cough... F-Fuck. ” You utter underneath your breath, the same odor from your crotch now seeping out as you speak, coating your tongue in its acrid and dirty taste, at least just a tiny bit. You instinctively stand up and clutch your stomach with your left hand, as the odor makes you faintly nauseous. “Cough... god damnit. Fuck!” You yell out in a mixture of nausea, confusion, and anger towards your cohort. “W- cough... what the fuck was in that syringe?!” Neil stares at you, completely expressionless. He sighs, then leans over in his chair. “I uh... in order to safely study these cellular adaptations, I had to select a- ” “WHAT DID YOU PUT IN ME. ” You tower over the meek little scientists as you bellow towards him, more of that gas wafting out of your mouth. Neil stammers. “I- I uhm... injected you with fe- feces. ” As those words are uttered by the meek little coward that hired you, a flame inside you is ignited, a flame you never knew could burn so bright with fury. “SHIT. YOU PUT A JOB LISTING ON AN ONLINE BOARD SO YOU COULD INJECT SOME RANDO WITH YOUR OWN LIQUID DIAHHREA. What type of fetish bullshit is this? Like ok, jokes on me: I was desperate enough to take your sketchy ass listing for a lump sum of cash, but STILL. LIKE FOR FUCKS SAKE. You probably never even went to college, let alone are a practicing bio-whatever you call it. God. ” You face-palm. You sigh. “Whelp, you got your rocks off I presume, I got my money, I’m leaving. ” You head for the door angrily, grabbing your clothes that were lain on the stairwell, then quickly dawning them. Neil still sits in his chair, clipboard in hand, meekly avoiding eye contact with you, or the entire stairwell, for that matter. At this point, you dont care about your breath. In fact, you are used to it. Of course injecting someone with your own poop will cause them to stink. Yeah, that makes sense in our mind, or more accurately: you dont give enough of a damn ot think about it for more than 2 seconds. You dont care about Neil, or your breathe, or your landlord, or anything. You got your money, you have your car, you are going home. [Insert transition section here] Your clothes are drenched in your own sweat, dripping it onto the floor as you take them off. A puddle of your bile starts to form on the floor from your clothes. Its an eerie translucent yellow. It smells... acrid. Not unlike sweat, but somethings different... somethings more... methane-y. Your breath continues to worsen at this point. Youre able to see it slowly leave your mouth as you breathe, leaving an off-green train from your mouth to the floor. You can feel what seems to be your cock tugging on your underwear, pushing it down harder and harder per each second. Once you take off your soggy, oily pants, you see this weird, tan-ish stain start to form, with the same sweat-like substance dipping from your crotch onto the floor. You stare bewilderingly at your underwear, trying to wrap your head around what is happening, until you daintily grab the strap of your undies and take them off. And as you fully strip, you smell something. Something... rotten. Almost immediately, the stench of raw sewage hits your nostrils, burning any and all hairs in there. You can almost taste the intricacies of it, its acridity multilayered and complex, earthy, yet putrid. Whats more concerning is that a brown, pulsating pile of shit disconnects from your body where your penis was, and plops onto the floor, its greasy texture making it shine in the fluorescent light of your bathroom. The deep brown turd leaks more and more of its juices as it lumps over. Frantically, you start trying to feel around your crotch for your dick, the increasingly viscous sweat emanating from your hands mixing in with the residual poop on your crotch. “WHAT THE FUCK!?” You scream in your small studio apartment, backing your increasingly sweaty body into your shower. Your sweat is now a slimy, mucus-like substance, oozing out from your pores, onto the tiled floor of your shower. Your skin, now a dirty tan, becomes increasingly soft and malleable, akin to a thin sheet of gelatin. It begins to fold in on itself, forming slight lumps and creases. Your bellybutton expands, becoming a fucked up fauscet, dispensing a sickly orange sludge. Limbs feel like fleshy lead, legs slowly crushing under their own weight, skin continuing to fold in on yourself as you begin to slowly slide down onto the floor. Your lungs fill with the same sewagey liquid coming out of your belly, causing more and more of your putrid breath to leak out as you struggle to breathe more and more with every passing second. Your mouth becomes sticky, tongue puffed up and swollen, its saliva being that same sewage sludge. You can taste it, smell it, breathe it. Its acidic, complex, earthy. Your hair begins to clump up and discolor. Slowly becoming some weird putty-like substance, only being held together by your body producing mucus. You slowly raise your left hand up, attempting to inspect it as you groan in pain. Your pingers seem to slowly be merging into one brown blob. The skin on your arm discolors further, all the while more and more wrinkles and ripples and bulges form. It begins to slough off your arm as well, dripping off of your bones like moss on a branch. You continue to slouch onto the floor, your legs slowly transforming into brown, collapsing logs of sludge. You can feel your mind beginning to rot as well. First it comes off as a weird haze, but then your sense of identity mutates and deteriorates. Your name melts from your memory, being replaced by nothing but the thought of pulsating shit. You dont think of yourself as human, you dont even know what a human is, but you do know what a pile of feces is. Your parents were shit, your world is shit, your glossy eyes slowly merging with your brown, gelatinous flesh is shit, you are shit. You want to be shit. Your memories warp around your new, perverted reality. A birthday party becomes a feasting of filth. A workout at the gym turns into a sewage pipe pumping shit in and out of your body. Everything you know and love slowly rots away, and is digested into a log of poop. Stinking up your proverbial mind, leaking its juices onto your brain, slowly mutating it into the same log of shit you are envisioning. Your groans of pains become moans of weird, putrid pleasure. Your body is nothing more than a pile of slimy, pulsating poop. YOur limbs absorbed into your torso, your face nothing more than a blank slate with a slit. Your hair? Now slime and gunge. Organs non existent. All you are, and all you will continue to be, is a steamy pile of poop, with the only sign of life being your fleeting consciousness, slowly rotting into sewage.

These are examples of what happens when touching or rating the scat

And this is the smell: The odor rolled through the air in a warm, oppressive wave. It opened with the sharp sting of sulfur before settling into a dense, humid mass of decomposing organic matter. Earthy notes of damp soil and decay mingled with a sour, fermented tang, while a musky undertone lingered beneath it all. As the scent hung in the air, hints of ammonia and mustiness emerged, creating a layered smell that was persistent, unmistakable, and difficult to escape.

It's time to leave for the day, kraios said and started to head out, on his way out, one of his coworkers told told him to check the dumpster due to animals ripping and tearing trash bags for some reason; until they get a professional to do it and fix it, he has to do it because of a deal

As he walks to the dumpster to check he spots a strange clear container, it's a small bucket next to the dumpster and the weirder part is the it stated: warning! The contents of this container are a BIOHAZARD it is unsafe and dangerous to you and others if contact occurs with said contents, call an emergency line if contents are touched.

There was a slightly visible waft of a off green stench emanating from it as well as flies buzzing around it.

W what is this…. And why does it smell so pungent and it has a damp earthy smell to it?! he said softly as the stench began to seep further into him.

Suddenly he began to feel a strong urge to see what it was, as he got closer to the bucket, the smell began to become even more intense and pungent, it smelled as if something was rotting.

When he opened the lid he was met with a revolting surprise, it was poop! The bucket was filled with dung! But why was a bucket filled with shit doing next to a dumpster where there only was part overs and paper work?!

But that didn't matter any more because the stench was already coating his brain and without thinking, he grabbed the bucket of full of steaming shit and poured it on his face, spatting over his face and cascading down his neck.

After felling the gloopy manure hit his face he immediately snapped out of it, the stench so pungent that it made him choke, of course causing some of the shit to go in his mouth.

Eww! It tastes so bad!!… b but w why I'm craving more he moaned softly.

Afterwards he went to try to remove the stinky steaming dung and realized that it was not sticking to him, almost as if it was fusing, his fur congealing! W what's happening to me he moaned as he felt more of the gooey undulating shit cascading down him, feeling his body becoming warmer by the second.

Soon the gooey shit had finally finished fusing and melding with his body, when he opened his eyes, yellow glowing irises replaced his originals. His body now made of brown goopy steaming stinky shit. when ever he opened his mouth, a foul green stench seeped out of it, being the same stench that emitted from his body. As he looked down at his body he saw that the gooey shit was now starting to clump up and the moisture seeping into his body and Harding into clumpy dry scat; flies pestering around his body, buzzing and dancing around his body,

G god w why do I feel so warm and good, t this isn't good! H how am I supposed to live like this, I hope this is fixable! But as he checked the label again, he was mortified: OTHER WARNING, if the poopification process is completed before treatment is completed, the transformation becomes permanent, there are no known fixes to this condition at the moment and is extremely difficult to figure out, well if your reading this after the transformation is completed, to bad!

Kraois now had to live with the fact that he was now a poop golem, but at least he has flies as his new friends!