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Mark sighed as he pushed himself away from his computer. Life had been stressful over the last couple of weeks, starting when his roommate had abruptly vanished. One morning, he woke up to a text that said 'I'm moving out', and that was it. No explanation, no response to texts asking for anything else, nothing. They hadn't even returned for their stuff - just radio silence. Truth be told, it wasn't a great loss. Every time Mark came home, it never felt quite like it actually was. Having a roommate he didn't care for didn't help matters - it just made the fox feel out of place. It took a few days of quiet for Mark to suck it up, finally realizing he was going to have to start looking for a new roommate sooner rather than later. He'd just finished setting up the last visitation from the list of furs who'd applied, and was mentally preparing for a busy day tomorrow.

The fox shook his head, hoping one of the applicants would be ready to move in soon. He could barely afford a month of rent on his own, and if he couldn't find someone, he'd likely be out on the street. As he shut off the lights, he slowly padded back down the hallway, not looking forward to another stressed out, sleepless night.

Morning soon came, however, and with it the first visit bright and early. Saturday, nine in the morning...an early start to what was sure to be a hellish weekend. As he glanced at his phone, the appointment time came and went. 9:05...9:10...9:15. Eventually, he got fed up and called the phone number on the application. It rang and rang, but that was all it did. Didn't even go to a voicemail - just endless ringing. With a sigh, he crumpled up the application and threw it in the trash.

Hoping the next one would be better, the time of the second appointment came. 9:30 came...and then went. 10:00 came...and then went. The fox was steaming at this point. Was he being set up? Was there some conspiracy against him to force him out onto the streets? His mind went everywhere from kids playing a prank to his landlord creating a bunch of fake applications to waste his time, make him late on rent, and evict him. It wasn't until 12:00, by which point he'd stopped even waiting for someone to come in, that a knock was heard at the door.

The fox jumped up from his computer and sprinted over. Finally, someone was here! As he ripped open the door, he saw the first applicant who cared enough to show up. A rather large wolf stood before him, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a tight t-shirt. It hugged every last muscle of his upper body quite nicely, showing off just what he had to offer. The jeans weren't exactly loose either, though it did leave a little bit to the imagination.

"Mark, right?" the wolf offered, holding out his paw.

"Yeah! Thomas?" the fox replied, reaching out and taking the paw. He wasn't much smaller than the wolf height-wise, but his paw was absolutely dwarfed in the encounter.

"Yep - just Tom works though. This the place?" the wolf asked, walking inside before the fox had a chance to invite him in.

"Uh, yeah..." Mark said, following behind the wolf, a little put off by the behavior.

"Looks good to me. I'll take it," Tom said simply as he moved to sit on the couch.

"Wait, what? Don't you even want to see your room?" Mark asked, incredulous.

"I'm sure it's fine," Tom replied. "And you're not going to say no, are you?"

Mark sighed. "At the very least, I've got to at least make sure you're going to be able to pay. You got money?"

Tom nodded. "I get by."

"Look, I need more than that if you're going to stay here. I can't take care of you, so if you can't pay, you're not staying."

Tom fiddled with his phone for a bit, pulling up his bank account and displaying his account balances. Nonchalantly, he flipped it around and showed the fox. "That good?"

Mark's eyes went wide upon seeing the numbers, insanely jealous of the wolf. "Uhh...yeah...that's good," he stammered, trying not to make his envy known. "Um...anything else I should know then?"

Tom shrugged. "I'm gay, and tend to fuck a lot. That going to be a problem?"

The fox was taken aback. "Um...uh..." he stuttered, unsure of how to respond. "...No, just...just keep it down when I'm sleeping...please," he finished, still rather surprised and taken aback by the abrupt question.

Tom grinned at the fox. "Somehow, I don't think that'll be a problem."

Completely nonplussed, Mark just shook his head. "That all then?" He asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Should be," Tom said, going along with the conversation. "So, which one's my room?"

"It's back this way," the fox said, turning to walk down the hallway, finally a bit happier now that the weird parts of their talk were hopefully over.

Tom grinned as he got up and trailed behind the vulpine. He kept his eyes glued on Mark's ass as the two walked, watching it swishing back and forth, knowing he'd end up under that tail soon enough. It only took a few seconds before they arrived, but in that time, countless scenarios played out through Tom's mind. He was only shaken from his fantasies when Mark finally spoke up again.

"Here you are. Your room," he said simply, opening the door and holding out his paw.

"Thanks cutie," Tom remarked, reaching down and grabbing a pawful of the fox's ass. He left it there for a few seconds before he stepped inside his room and looked around. The previous roommate had clearly kept it fairly clean, and Mark still couldn't believe he hadn't come back for his stuff. It ultimately paid off though - who wouldn't be enticed by an ad for a fully furnished apartment?

Mark was too stunned to say anything about Tom's paw. He stood still, turning to look at it but not flinching, feeling it squeeze his rump a few times. The fox blinked as he continued watching it, even after it had been pulled away.

Tom smirked as he observed the vulpine's confused reaction, knowing he didn't hate the attention given his silence. "I'll be in here getting settled in if you want more," he said with a wink.

Mark shook his head, woken from his reverie by Tom's statement. "Wait, but you didn't bring any -" he said, before getting cut off by the door shutting in his face. "stuff..." he trailed off. Mark wandered back to his room, holding his paw to his forehead as he entered. "What did I get myself into..." he muttered, still able to feel the wolf's paw on his rump even though it wasn't there. As the fox settled back down at his computer, all he could hope was that Tom wouldn't be too problematic...

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Mark yawned as he woke up the following morning, scratching his chest as the sunlight hit his eyes. After the stressful morning the day before, Mark was rather happy to enjoy a quiet night. He still wondered what the wolf had gotten up to in his room, but decided it didn't matter all that much. As he slowly got out of bed, he grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor and slipped them on. Now at least somewhat decent, the vulpine made his way toward the bathroom, eager for relief. Once inside, however, a powerful stench assaulted his nostrils. It didn't take long to track the source - a rather large pile of feces still remained inside the toilet, far too large for the porcelain throne to flush. After making a couple futile attempts, the fox slammed his fist on the nearby counter.

"Tom!" he yelled, storming out of the room. This was far from a good start to living together, and he knew if he didn't correct it now, it was going to set a precedent. The fox angrily marched toward the living room, rounding the corner and staring at the wolf. The wind was quickly taken out of his sails, however, when he caught full sight of his new roommate.

"Yes?" Tom asked, looking over at Mark with a huge grin on his face.

"You're naked," Mark said matter-of-factly, eyes glued to the wolf's crotch.

The fact that the fox wasn't making eye contact with him certainly wasn't lost on Tom. "So I am," he said simply.

"You can't be naked out here. Go put some clothes on," Mark said, still not removing his gaze.

"You saw me yesterday - I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes, and the ones I brought over are dirty. It's just temporary, and come on, we're both guys, right?" Tom said, still grinning madly.

Mark sighed. "So go put your dirty ones on. It's better than this."

Tom chuckled as he stood up, taking a couple steps toward the fox. "Is it?" He asked. "You seem to like it quite a bit. I haven't seen your eyes since you came in here."

The vulpine stammered, not having realized he was so openly staring. "Yeah, well...it caught me by surprise is all," he lamely offered, finally looking up at the lupine's eyes.

"Uh uh. I think there's more to it than that. I think you like what you see, and the only thing holding you back from kneeling down right here is your so-called decency. Hell, that's probably why you want me to put my old clothes back on - you like the thought of me being dirty."

The last statement snapped Mark out of his lust-driven haze, and reached out to jab a finger in the wolf's chest. "You don't need my help being dirty. The toilet's backed up, and I sure as hell didn't do it. Get in there and fix it, you nasty freak."

Tom's grin didn't waver for a second while Mark was ranting. "I don't remember doing anything of the sort. Why don't you show me what you're talking about? I haven't even been to the bathroom yet."

"Fine. Let's go look," the fox said angrily, turning on his heel and storming off toward the bathroom with the wolf closely in tow. Mark wanted nothing more than to show this arrogant wolf his mistakes and to take him down a notch.

"There, see?" He said, pointing to the toilet, where an ungodly amount of feces had been piled up inside it.

"I didn't do that. How much do you think I eat?" Tom asked. "Though I will say - that's an impressive pile. How about this - I don't admit fault, but I'll make sure it gets cleaned up if you do a little something for me in return," he remarked, reaching down and taking a firm pawful of the fox's ass, the same way he did the night before.

Mark tensed up as Tom groped him, but he didn't step away. "Look...Tom, I'm not going to hide it, obviously I find you attractive. But you're kind of an ass, we just met, and come on - it smells like shit in here."

Tom just shrugged, giving a firmer squeeze to the fox's rump. "I don't mind. And I get the feeling you don't either," he said, stepping closer to the fox, pressing his crotch right into Mark's tail. As he settled in and ground his hips up and down a bit over Mark's backside, he relaxed a bit as well. Without warning, the wolf let out a giant burst of flatulence, followed by a rather heavy sigh.

"Gross, man. Come on, you want to fuck, and that's how you try to turn me on?" Mark asked.

Tom leaned down and put his chin on Mark's shoulder. "Like I said, we're standing in a room that smells like some pretty rancid shit, and you're still getting turned on," he said, trailing off as his free paw moved down to the fox's crotch, where he slipped it inside the shorts and took hold of the rapidly stiffening shaft. "Somehow, I don't think you mind it. I'd even go as far as to say you enjoy it. I bet there's part of you that wants me to fuck you over that toilet just so you can enjoy that stench the whole time..."

Mark gulped. He'd never told anyone about this side of himself - not online, not in person, no one. He'd always cleared his search history out of shame every time he jerked off, not wanting to risk the miniscule chance of someone happening across the dirty things he was into. Yet here was a wolf, who not only seemed to be able to tell how into it the fox was, but also seemed to be rather interested himself. Finally, after thinking for what felt like ages, all while Tom both stroked his cock and squeezed his ass, he nodded.

"I thought so," Tom said confidently. "Well, don't you worry - we'll get you turned into a proper shit slut. For now though, fart. Hard. Show me how dirty you can be," the wolf said, slipping the fox's shorts off as he spoke.

Mark shook his head a bit, too embarrassed to do much. Aside from a couple involuntary thrusts into Tom's paw, he remained motionless.

"Come on, you can't expect me to do all the work here. If we're going to get nasty, we've both gotta be into it. Do it - fart like a man. See if you can make me gag."

Mark blinked a couple times slowly, trying to muster up the courage to do this. A lifetime of being polite and shame of all nasty things fought against him, but his desire was too much. Without much more hesitation, the fox's tail rose, sliding against Tom's elongated shaft as it did. With a pained grunt, the vulpine passed gas hard, right up against the wolf's cock.

"There we go," Tom said happily, sliding his paw over and tracing a finger up through the fox's crack. "Wet one too," he said happily, collecting the feces on his finger. Using the burst as lube, he traced the finger around the fox's hole a couple times before pressing against it, slowly slipping it inside. "Keep it coming, shit slut - gotta get lube from somewhere."

Now that the initial fears had gone, it became much easier for Mark to continue. A few more spurts of flatulence echoed out of his rear, each one sending more shit flying out around the wolf's finger. The dirtier his paw got, the faster he pumped his finger in and out, making sure the entrance was well and truly slickened.

"Good boy. Now let's get you in position..." he said, trailing off as he marched the fox over toward the toilet, bending the smaller male down over it and forcing him to stare at the pile of waste inside. "And then..." he said shortly, as he started lining his gargantuan dick up with the fox's rear. "Keep shitting, whore - we're going to need a hell of a lot more lube than that..." Tom said, though his words became more unintelligible the longer the sentence went on. They trailed off into a moan as he started sinking his cock into the fox's rear, splitting the shit-coated ass wide around it.

Mark shut his eyes as he focused on keeping his ass relaxed, not having had anything this large up there before. Some of his past boyfriends were on the larger side, sure, but nothing like this. Not wanting it to hurt worse than it already did, he obeyed the wolf's orders and continued straining. It wasn't long before the rod invading him was forcing its way through some full logs of waste, breaking them apart and using them to ease its entrance.

Once he'd gotten steadied a bit and grew used to the large flesh now firmly wedged up his backside, the fox opened up his eyes once more. He stared at the pile of shit beneath him, head moving slightly as Tom worked his rod deeper. Deciding to throw himself fully into the moment, the fox inhaled sharply, sniffing madly at the shit beneath him, which instantly proved to be a mistake. Such a strong whiff sent Mark into a coughing fit. He violently hacked over and over again, still fighting against his body's natural reflexes of avoiding nauseating scents. The only time he'd smelled something remotely similar was when he'd stumbled across some roadkill that had been baking in the sun for far too long, and even that would have been preferable right now. Despite all of that, however, before he could even finish coughing, Mark lowered his head even closer to the source of the stench.

Tom watched the fox with interest, his smile growing the further he sunk his shaft inside the smaller male. It seemed to take ages, but with the growing amount of sickening waste coating the flesh, the lupine had hilted his shaft inside the fox. A foot and a half of wolf meat rested inside the vulpine, with the growing knot still resting outside. Pausing only for a moment, the wolf raised his dirty paw up to his muzzle and sucked a couple of the fingers clean.

"Mmmm...You make some pretty tasty shit, slut. How about you try some of mine?" He asked rhetorically, quickly taking hold of the back of the fox's head and slamming it down into the pile. Once he made sure Mark's head was as submerged as he could get it, he started pulling his hips back to properly begin the fucking.

Mark yelped as Tom pushed down on the back of his head, and for a scat novice, that was about the worst thing he could have done. As soon as he was pushed down, a mouthful of excrement greeted him, completely filling his muzzle. His body quickly tried expelling the waste, spitting it back into the toilet, but it was no use. With as full as the porcelain was, there was no room for him to get it back out of his muzzle. He continued trying for a bit, but soon realized that his efforts were futile.

This wasn't ordinary shit either. No, an ordinary dump wouldn't have been nearly this big, or smelled this rancid, or tasted as horrendous as it did. This was like someone had taken the world's top ten worst flavors, combined them, and then left them all to rot for a year before putting them all in the logs now surrounding the fox's head. The thought of dying passed through Mark's mind, wondering whether it would be better than suffering through this.

Not able to do much about his situation, the fox was forced to endure the taste for a while. The shit sat on his tongue, between his teeth, inside his nostrils, and all over his face. He couldn't even open his eyes without getting shit in them. While his initial plan was to ride out the fucking down here, he soon realized oxygen was going to be a problem, and the wolf paw on the back of his head seemed unyielding. Not seeing another solution, the fox hesitantly brought his lips together and worked his tongue toward the back of his mouth, taking his first swallow of the greasy, slimy, likely disease-ridden wolf shit.

The fox's stomach violently protested, and almost immediately Mark could feel it coming back up his throat. Vomiting wasn't an option though, so with a steel will, he managed to force it back down. This by far had to have been the worst thing he'd ever had in his muzzle, and while having the taste on his tongue could be legally classed as torture, the aftertaste made him wish for even that back. Despite it all, his cock was still somehow rock hard and leaking over the tiled floor. Still unable to breathe, and to the horror of every non-lust-driven part of his body, he opened up and took another bite.

Tom could only grin down like a parent proud of their child as he watched the fox start eating. He was worried the fox would chicken out, but this was turning out better than expected. As Mark worked on his meal, the lupine got to work pounding away at the fox's hole, not bothering to take it slow. He took a foot of his cock out, looked at it for half a second to see that the flesh was completely invisible under the thick layer of foul shit, then hammered it back where it belonged. Shit splattered across the bathroom, coating every surface near the two fucking canines. More continued making its appearance, as every time the wolf thought the waste assaulting his cock was finished, another log slammed into the tip.

The fox's introduction to scat couldn't go on forever, though. Before long, Tom felt his knot ramming up against the whore's hole, ready for entry. He continued battering his knot against it, using all his strength just to try to get it inside. To get the leverage he needed, Tom reached forward and grabbed the back of the toilet, pulling himself forward as he thrust into the waste-covered ass, finally sinking his knot inside. Try as he might to yank it back out and knot fuck the poor fox a few times, it seemed well and truly stuck. With a few more light humps, the wolf's orgasm finally took hold, spraying his load up into the fox's bowels.

Mark's only cue that the orgasm was approaching was the knot finally slipping itself inside his ass. It hurt like hell, but his mouth was too full to properly scream at the time. A large ball of feces made its way down his throat, only to be quickly replaced by another. As Tom's orgasm filled him up from one side, he was working hard to get his fill from the other. Too distracted to get into the fucking, the fox was more focused on consuming every last bit of shit in front of him. The flavor was still horrendous, but now that his stomach had given up the fight, lust and gluttony were clearly winning out. As the wolf's orgasm died down and Mark felt his ass no longer filling up, he realized his meal too was about to come to an end. He wedged his tongue down into the toilet as far as it would go, scooping out the last bit of shit he could reach down there, pulling it into his muzzle and scarfing it down.

Tom reached forward and rubbed over the back of Mark's head, ruffling his shit-streaked headfur as he did. "So, slut, how was your first time doing it the right way?"

Mark panted hard, brown tongue hanging out of his muzzle. Even though he'd just finished his meal and his stomach wanted nothing more than to regurgitate the whole thing, he still felt hungry. "Amazing," he breathed.

"Good. There's plenty more where that came from," Tom replied. Wanting to make the fox even nastier, the wolf strained a bit as he reached backwards, pushing out a rather large log into his paw. After the end broke off, he brought it around and smashed it into the back of the fox's head, rubbing it along his spine. The lupine didn't make it far, however, before Mark reached behind and yanked Tom's paw forward, bringing it back toward his muzzle. Like a starving animal, the fox attacked it with his tongue, slurping up every last remnant of the wolf's fetid turd he could find.

"Guess I don't have to ask what your favorite thing about shit is. You're an eater if I've ever seen one," Tom remarked as he shoved his fingers into the fox's muzzle. He pushed them in and out a few times, getting them mostly clean before taking his paw away. With a pull that caused the fox beneath him to yelp out in pain, the wolf yanked his shaft free of Mark's ass. "Go ahead, bitch. Clean up your mess."

Mark, instantly knowing what the wolf meant, got up off the toilet and spun around. His eyes went wide as he saw the lupine shaft for the first time, wondering how he'd managed to get that inside him. The extra layer of shit over it just made it look that much thicker. Still heavily driven by his lust, he didn't waste much time thinking - he was more interested in doing. Worrying about how his jaw was going to drop far enough to take it into his muzzle was a future problem. For now, he just leaned in and took the tip between his lips, sucking the shit off of it and gulping it down.

Tom put his paws on the back of the fox's head, gripping him by the ears and guiding him down the length. It didn't take nearly as long to get hilted in the fox's throat as it did into his ass. Mark still hadn't cum yet, and his horniness continued pushing him to service the wolf. As he was forced up and down on the length, shit continued scraping off and into his muzzle, only to join the logs that already rested inside his stomach. It seemed that no matter how many times he worked his way down, there was always more waste for him to eat.

Knowing the fox wouldn't be able to get away, Tom lifted his tail and grunted. For a few moments, all he did was pass gas. Wet, sloppy farts sent shit spraying from underneath his tail, splattering against the formerly clean floor as noxious fumes filled the air. The gas soon gave way to something more solid, however, as the first revolting wolf turd plopped out and landed with a splat onto the tile. Able to both smell and hear the feces landing, Mark's attention immediately diverted to it. He tried to pull off the shaft, but Tom kept him in place while continuing to shit.

"I'm so glad you decided to go with this," Tom said, thrusting his dick into the welcoming throat of his roommate. "Shit's amazing, and there's so much more we can do with it. We've still got to get you covered in the stuff, and I get the feeling you won't be eating much else ever again. We're going to be taking dumps all over this apartment - that is, unless you eat them first," he said teasingly. With a relaxed sigh, the wolf stepped backwards into his pile, feeling the feces squeezing between his toes. He tapped them up and down, squishing it around them. "It even feels nice just to stand in it. Don't you agree?" the wolf teased, lifting up one of his footpaws and bringing it down on top of the fox's shaft, grinding it into the floor underneath his shitty heel.

Mark paused his blowjob as the wolf started giving him some attention in return, shutting his eyes and focusing on the sensations shooting through his shaft. The taste of excrement on his tongue was still his primary focus, but feeling turds smeared along his cock was a very close second. Every time he got close he'd start whimpering, only for Tom to take the footpaw off and leave Mark close to the edge.

"Not yet. I get off before you do," the wolf said, despite having already orgasmed once inside Mark's ass. "Don't worry, not much longer now," he continued, picking up the pace of forcing his pillar of meat into the fox's esophagus. Thrust after thrust sent his already-engorged knot into the vulpine's nose, slamming into it with renewed vigor each time.

As the wolf hit the brink of his orgasm, he pulled his shaft out, keeping just the tip inside the warm muzzle bringing him closer. "I probably should have brought this up earlier - I'm not just a shit lover. I'm a shit demON," Tom said, his voice rising rather quickly in volume on the last word, practically shouting it as his orgasm hit.

Before Mark had time to process what the wolf said, he had to deal with what was spraying out into his muzzle. He expected a healthy helping of lupine jizz to chug down, but that never came. Instead, a new record for foulest shit began spraying out, easily topping what he'd already consumed. Sludgy, rancid, horrendous waste spurted into Mark's muzzle. His eyes went wide as he realized what was happening, but given Tom's hold on his head, he had no choice but to swallow. The taste not only was orders of magnitude worse than the waste he'd already eaten, but was worse than anything he could have even imagined possible prior to swallowing it right now. As a result, his body couldn't take it all in. A few swallows were managed, but the vulpine immediately started coughing up his roommate's shitty orgasm. Waste sprayed out of his nose and from around the shaft, sending almost liquid, greenish-brown feces in every direction. Some had managed to force its way down his esophagus, but only because it physically had nowhere else to go. By the time Tom's orgasm had finished, the fox's stomach had distended slightly, and his entire front was absolutely drenched in excrement.

The wolf pulled his shaft out of Mark's muzzle as his orgasm died down, sending the last few spurts of shit over the fox's face. The vulpine was too busy panting to enjoy it, however, trying to get his breath back after the unexpected shitstorm. He'd managed to swallow down everything solid inside his maw for now, though the entire thing was now a rather sickly shade of brown that didn't seem to be going away any time soon. As he managed to take stock of the situation, he looked up at Tom, still panting.

"Shit...demon?" He asked slowly, though he thought that was rather obvious at this point. The fox was still panting, tongue hanging out the side of his maw.

"Yeah. Like a normal demon, but...obviously focused on shit. I can shit as much as I want," he started, pushing out a few elephantine logs, far larger than a typical male his size should have been able to do. "My orgasms and piss are just more shit, and I can make it whatever consistency, color, and taste I want," he continued, proceeding to demonstrate by 'pissing' on the fox's face, going from a rather green stream of diarrhea to pushing out a chunky, solid, golden-brown log right out of his urethra and onto the fox's nose. "Hell, this isn't even my normal form. Just one I thought you'd enjoy more," he said. Suddenly, before Mark's eyes, the wolf-form was still there, but instead of a fuzzy exterior, the male was now made entirely of shit. He didn't stay like that for now though, shifting back to the shit-coated furry wolf. "Anything else you can think of, the answer's probably yes, I can do it."

Mark shook his head, sending some of the 'pissed' shit flying as he did. This was a lot to process. Demons were just stories religious people told, right? And who ever heard of a shit demon? The evidence was right in front of him though. Who else would be able to cum shit down his throat, and shift into an all-shit form? And have crap that tasted as nasty as it did, at that. Not seeing another way around it, he chose to believe the wolf - for now.

"But...what are you doing here? What're the odds that you just happen to end up moved in with someone with a shit fetish?" Mark asked.

"You really think it was a coincidence?" Tom laughed. "We track all those sites you thought you were being so sneaky with. I wouldn't have been here at all if I didn't know you were into it. Your last roommate, all the other applicants - some of the other guys took care of them. And before you ask, I don't know what happened to them. I didn't care to ask. I got to move in here with you, and as long as you still enjoy this, you'll end up just like me soon enough."

"Like you?" Mark asked. "You mean...a demon?"

Tom nodded. "Yeah. Look at your pre. There's a reason I didn't get you off yet - I wanted to see how quickly it'd take hold."

Mark instantly looked down at his cock, which was still leaking like mad. He reached down and pushed the shit away from the tip, but even after cleaning it as best as he could, the pre dribbling out was still brown.

"But what if I don't want? I'm happy with my life right now. Obviously I'm cool with shit as a fetish, but I don't want it to be my whole life. Can't you...y'know, reverse the change?"

Tom shook his head. "I didn't make the change to start with. You need a shit demon around as a catalyst, but that's it. I don't change you, and I can't change you back. Being in my presence and wanting it is all you need. Only way for you to change back is to truly not want it, and somehow, I don't think that's the case."

Mark sighed. He couldn't deny there was part of him that thought this sounded exhilarating. "Fine. I'll give you a chance - show me what life as a shit demon's like. I've got a couple days before I have to go back to work. If nothing else, it'll either turn me on more or turn me off. If it turns me on, great, we'll shit all over each other for eternity. If not, then at least I gave it a fair shot. Deal?"

Tom grinned, reaching out and grabbing the back of the fox's head, slamming it into his crotch again. "Deal. But first, you've got a mess to clean up," he said, referring to the huge mass of logs that had accumulated behind him. Mark obeyed immediately, diving into the mess and completely submerging his head into it. As soon as he got a fresh bite of demonic turds back into his muzzle, it was enough to send him over the edge, spraying his brownish jizz over the floor beneath him. It didn't deter him in the slightest, however, continuing his meal even after his lust ended up on the bathroom floor. Not one to sit idly by, the wolf busied himself behind the fox, kneeling down and pressing his lips to Mark's hole. Despite being a top, he was still a shit demon, and Tom got to work sucking his first load back out of Mark's ass.

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The two canines had hungrily finished their meals, with Mark eating the lion's share of the waste strewn across the bathroom. The only things clean anymore in there were the sink and the bathtub, though it was anyone's guess how much longer that would last. For now, the pair sat on the couch in the living room, discussing what to do next.

"So, slut, what do you want to see?" Tom asked. His legs were spread, one footpaw up on the couch and one on the floor, ass pointing straight at the fox. With a grunt, he forced a lot of shit out onto the sofa, looking rather firm and chunky.

"I dunno. I mean, you already know I like shit, and obviously favor eating it," Mark started, pausing only to catch a ball of feces between his lips that Tom tossed at his head. He wasn't catching all of them as they talked, but neither male really cared at this point about the state of the apartment. As he swallowed, the fox belched, sending flecks of brown saliva back toward the wolf-demon. "What else can you do with it?"

Tom just grinned, tossing another bite over for Mark. "I think we view shit very differently. You're a greedy little whore, and you want all the shit for yourself. I'm rather generous, and prefer spreading it around. Why don't I take you on a little adventure and show you my way of enjoying it?"

Mark just shrugged, gulping down his snack. "As long as you keep me fed like this, why not?"

Tom lifted his shitty footpaw and gave the fox's cock a couple quick rubs. "You got it." With a snap of his fingers, the roommates no longer looked like they'd crawled out of a sewer. The wolf was back in his trademark ripped jeans and tight t-shirt, and the fox was wearing a very similar outfit. Neither of them a trace of shit on them, but Mark could still taste his meal and feel it in his expanded gut.

"Aww. What happened? I was gonna lick you clean," Mark pouted.

Tom huffed. "First, stop saying the 'c' word. Unless you're making fun of it or something, just no. Second, you'd never be able to do that. As soon as you tried, more shit would just take its place. Third, it's not like I got rid of it. It's just in a pile over there," the wolf said, jerking his head to the right, showing off the pile that had appeared in the living room.

As soon as Mark saw it, he immediately stood up and started toward it. Tom, however, lunged forward and grabbed the fox by the tail, yanking him back. "No. While the enthusiasm's cute, I'm not cleaning you up again. You only gave me a couple days to convince you, and I'm going to make it count. Clearly just eating shit constantly isn't enough or you'd have already agreed, so I'm not going to let you spend two days doing that. Now let's go," Tom said, maintaining his grip on the fox's tail.

"Where are we going?" Mark whined, only stopping his resistance once Tom gave his tail a particularly rough jerk. While the two canines weren't coated in excrement any longer, the stench around them still remained.

With another snap of his fingers, Tom had teleported the two downtown, near one of the local parks. "Like I said, I'm going to show you how I view things. My goal is to make the world a nastier place - one that we can thrive in. People are too uptight about shit, and I want to show them how great it can be. Since I know you won't cooperate if you're not at least a little messy, I've got a plan for that. Now trust me, and come on," the wolf said, doing his best to explain quickly so they could get to the action. As soon as he stopped talking, he turned tail and walked away.

Mark hustled to catch up to the wolf, having to walk rather quickly to keep up with the larger male. "Okay...but this is a dog park. I thought you'd be taking me to a public bathroom or something, or some dirty brothel you knew of that catered to our types."

The wolf glanced down at the fox, shaking his head. "I am. What do you think this is to these ferals?"

Mark stared for a moment, but it wasn't until he saw a rather large rottweiler squatting down that it clicked for him. "A public bathroom..." he said softly.

"Right. Now, I want you to follow in my footsteps - literally. If I catch you down on your knees eating, I'm taking you back home and not feeding you the rest of the night. Got it?"

Mark nodded, starting to see where this was going. As the wolf wandered off across the grass, Mark stayed in line right behind him. It wasn't long before their first goal was accomplished, and Tom had trodden in a fresh pile of dog shit that a neglectful owner had forgotten to pick up. Mark, having felt his crotch jump as soon as he heard the squelch, immediately followed suit and stomped into the already-squished land mine.

The two continued like this for a while. Every time their footpaws got a fresh coating of shit, they'd walk side by side down the sidewalks for a bit, dirtying up the pathways for the more 'normal' visitors to the park. Once they stopped leaving muddy footprints behind, they started walking through the grass again, getting more of the waste squished between their toes.

The canines attracted some weird looks while they were walking, and while Mark tended to shy away from them, Tom always winked back at whoever had made eye contact. No one could be sure that the pair was intentionally spreading the waste around, but it certainly seemed like it, and the thought was too disgusting to most to continue looking. If anything, the wolf's confidence seemed to be making people intentionally look away. Once the pair had gotten into a bit of a rhythm, the lupine started teasing the fox more, blowing gas back at him, knowing Mark was staying rather close behind.

Eventually, after watching his new mentor, Mark grew more confident. After stepping in a rather large pile near one of the benches, he called out for Tom to slow down. Curious, the wolf stopped to watch what Mark was up to. The vulpine had sat down on the bench, stretching for a moment. Then, suddenly, he swung his footpaws up, planting them near himself on the bench. With an exaggerated sigh, he stretched out, sliding the shit-covered pads along the wooden planks, leaving rather large brown streaks down them. It blended in well with the wood, only barely noticeable with the difference in color.

Mark had popped back up from the bench, greeted with a hearty slap on the back by Tom. "That's my shit whore," he said affectionately. "Come on, I'll give you a quick reward for that." Mark, curious, fell back in line and followed Tom. The wolf quickly headed into a nearby patch of bushes, lying down on his back and out of sight. He lifted his footpaws up, wiggling his toes toward the fox. "Go on then. Lick!"

The fox needed no further invitation. He ducked down onto his knees to make sure he was hidden, then immediately grabbed Tom's left footpaw and held it up to his face. His tongue attacked it, slurping the feral dog shit off the sole and gulping it down. His lips wrapped around each of the toes in turn, scraping off nuggets of hardened turds and letting them flow down his esophagus. He stayed focused on the bigger portions, though the wolf seemed true to his word from earlier. Every time the fox specifically focused on trying to suck one area clean, it always seemed to have a renewed amount of shit on it once his lips were removed. He certainly wasn't complaining though - it was just more for him to eat.

Soon, Tom grew tired of just lying on his back and dropped his footpaws to the ground, grinning at the fox. He noticed that Mark had a little bit of shit on the end of his nose, but he didn't bother to do anything about it. It was rather cute seeing the fox's true nature marked on him in some way. "One more present. Close your mouth," he ordered.

Mark did, and as soon as his lips were together, his muzzle was spontaneously filled with feces. Overjoyed, the vulpine immediately started chewing through the mass, finding it rather hard to even get his teeth through it. The paste was so thick that he couldn't even really open his muzzle, with the waste keeping it glued shut. Tom could only laugh as he watched the fox try to swallow, having to make multiple attempts just to get a little bit down his throat. The longer it stayed inside his muzzle, however, the more his saliva weakened it, allowing him to swallow with a bit more ease. It took almost five minutes for him to work the mass down into his stomach, by the end of which he and Tom sported giant erections. The wolf-demon was able to magic his down, though he quite enjoyed watching Mark tormented by not being in a place to take care of his.

"Alright, shall we move on?" Tom asked, getting back to his feet and lifting the fox up by his shirt. Before giving him a chance to respond, however, the wolf-demon leaned in and smashed his lips up against the fox's, jamming his tongue in the smaller male's muzzle. Almost instantly, the two were suddenly frenching around another log of shit. While Tom was focused on turning it into a nice slurry for them to pass back and forth, Mark didn't give him much of a chance. Every time something ended up inside his maw, the fox would swallow it instantly. He even tried to suck the wolf's tongue down his throat with as much as it tasted like pure shit. With a gasp, Tom pulled away, licking up the few strands of brown saliva across his lips. "Greedy bitch," he said affectionately. As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the two were teleported to another location.

Mark, still swallowing the last remnants in his muzzle, glanced around for a few moments. "Where are we now?"

"The mall," Tom said shortly.

"And...why are we here?" Mark asked, confused.

"Food," the wolf-demon continued, keeping up with his short statements.

"Like...normal food?" The fox asked, seeming slightly disgusted.

"Yes, normal food. Now come on," Tom said, grabbing Mark by the wrist and pulling him toward the food court. The fox's confused look stayed there throughout the entire trip, and only intensified when Tom actually started ordering a couple burgers for the two to eat. He remained silent until his mentor had taken him to a table, at which point he finally had to ask. "Okay, what's the idea? You expect me to eat this? I'm not even hungry after all you've given me so far today."

"Yes, I do expect you to eat it. Just take a bite - you'll see why soon, and why I brought us to the middle," Tom said playfully.

"Okay..." Mark said, grabbing the burger and sinking his fangs into it. As soon as the food was detached and inside his muzzle, it predictably turned into feces. The fox swallowed, but still looked at the wolf quizzically. "So...it turns to shit. Why buy actual food then when you can just do that on your own?"

"To show you, first-hand, why I brought us here," Tom started, only to be interrupted by a rather loud noise behind him. "There we go - wondered when it'd start."

Mark leaned to the side, and as soon as he saw what was happening, his eyes went wide. Behind Tom, one of the other patrons of the food court had begun violently vomiting, spewing bile all over the table in front of themselves. It only took another few seconds for the same thing to happen across the room. Mark quickly put it together - anyone around the wolf who tried to eat had their food immediately converted to feces.

Tom just started chuckling, talking to Mark as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. "You know - this one I don't even control. I found out by accident soon after I turned. Wandered near a food cart on the street, and one of the customers promptly threw up over it. Thought it was my scent or something, until I saw a big hunk of shit in the middle of their vomit on the ground. Didn't think they'd be willingly eating scat in broad daylight, so I did a few more 'experiments'. Let's just say they all tested positive," the wolf said with an evil grin.

Mark started smiling as the wolf spoke, starting to realize more about why just staying home and eating shit non-stop wasn't quite as fun as being a full-fledged demon. "Okay, I'm starting to get it. And I'm kinda impressed - this place went from clean to absolutely disgusting in nothing flat," Mark said, looking around at half the tables now covered with bile, all with a bit of feces still in the middle of them. Some of the dumber patrons decided to try to keep eating - after all, the food looked and smelled okay until it was bitten into. Every time they did, it ended the same way - with another bite of shit being propelled out and onto the table.

Deciding to not let his own food sit idle, the fox continued eating. It looked strangely out of place, with him being the only one able to hold his food down in the middle of a cafeteria of people vomiting like crazy. He certainly didn't mind though, continuing to scarf down his meal-turned-shit. After finishing his burger, and knowing the wolf wouldn't mind, he reached over and started eating Tom's as well.

"I can make it nastier - though this part's a little more manual," the wolf said, watching as the fox made no attempt to hide his meal, able to see the scat inside his muzzle as the fox noisily chomped at it. Mark looked up out of interest, but made no effort to stop eating. With another snap, the wolf relaxed back in his chair. Seemingly, at first, nothing happened. As the fox looked quizzically around the room, however, it soon became obvious. All the poor furs who were huddled over the table clutching their stomachs soon had another problem. It came on suddenly, and Mark was only sure about it when a particularly large elephant facing away from the fox started soiling himself. The other fur's pants expanded heavily, with everyone around the pair of canines becoming incontinent at the same time. By now, patrons were fleeing the area as fast as possible. While they didn't know what was going on, they knew they didn't want to stick around there.

"Come on - it's going to look weird if we stay here too much longer without joining in the fun. Let's go, while everyone still thinks it's some food virus or something," Tom said, grabbing Mark's arm and snapping his fingers again, resulting in the two vanishing into thin air.

"Aww. But it was so nasty there!" The fox complained, until Tom reached over and swatted him on his muzzle. He rubbed it for a moment, only to let out a defeated sigh. "Where are we now?" Mark asked, looking around.

"Last location, I promise," Tom said, looking over the fox. "Enjoying yourself so far?"

"Hell yeah," Mark said. "As if that's not obvious," he continued, gesturing down to his crotch. Not only were his jeans rather wet in the front, but the stain had a very distinct brown tinge to it.

"Good whore," Tom said, reaching down and groping the fox's crotch, giving him a few teasing strokes. "Okay, let's have our last little adventure, then we'll get back home and I'll fuck you properly. We've done a bit of vandalism, and we've force-fed some people your favorite meal - not that they kept it down well. There's one other thing we can do - y'know, aside from being able to teleport, make infinite amounts of shit appear out of nowhere, make it nasty as possible, change our body size and type, cumming shit, pissing shit, being immortal and all that fun stuff - that I think you should know about. And to do that, we're in a rather secluded part of town. There's a bar I know where guys go to get absolutely wasted. Few patrons, all too drunk to care, that kind of thing. Now, let's go in."

The wolf pulled the fox out of the alleyway near the bar, though Mark needed no further encouragement now. He was eagerly on board with whatever the wolf was planning, following quickly behind to see what it was. The pair wandered through the dimly lit bar, and Mark soon saw that Tom wasn't kidding. There were only a couple patrons in right now, and a bartender who looked like they'd rather be anywhere than there. The place was extremely run down - the perfect environment for someone who'd just stopped caring and needed to drink their troubles away. The canines sat down in the booth nearest the bathroom, striking up a conversation between themselves, not bothering to order anything.

"So, how did you become like this anyway?" Mark asked, not wanting to sit in silence.

"Actually, for me it was a complete accident. I liked to mess around on my own quite a bit. Jerking off with shit for lube, stepping in it, smearing myself in it and not showering until I had to work after the weekend was over, that kind of thing. I'd even stopped cleaning the apartment at all. Couldn't even see the couch underneath all the stains, and piles of it were everywhere. I wasn't quite as into eating it all as you are," he added with a wink.

"One day, I was jerking it like usual, but as I kept going I got a funny taste in my mouth. I hadn't tried eating any for a few weeks, so it felt a little strange to be tasting shit. I spit into a glass, saw it was brown, and...just continued like nothing was happening. The sensation never went away - my saliva's always tasted like shit since then, though after I changed, it pretty much became full diarrhea leaking into my muzzle. I kept going, eventually my jizz turned brown, and I even accidentally cut myself late in the process and found myself bleeding shit. There wasn't some big, magical moment when I realized that it had happened. One morning I woke up and just felt...different. More powerful, nastier, you get the idea. I went to take a dump, and found it just didn't stop. I flooded my entire bathroom - I'm talking no air left in it at all - before I decided to stop that day. And I still felt full afterward. I noticed that I wasn't breathing, couldn't feel my blood flowing, any of that."

"It wasn't until a few days later that I found out a shit demon had moved in above me. He got a bit, uh...shall we say, suspicious, when the bathroom was so flooded that shit started bleeding up through the ceiling into his apartment. Being near him and wanting it that badly is what did it for me. We ended up moving in together and fucking constantly. When we finally parted ways, we celebrated by flooding that entire apartment complex..." Tom said, trailing off as he remembered standing outside, watching shit ooze out of every single one of the windows and doors, with the building looking like it was about to burst with waste. "Anyway," he continued, snapping out of his reverie. "I've converted a few sluts since then, going around and making more of us. One day, we'll end up with the entire world coated in shit. For now though, I'm enjoying my time. As you might have noticed, there's part of me that loves the sadistic aspect of it, forcing people to endure it even when they don't want it."

"So why was he there that day, if not for you?" Mark asked quizzically.

"Targeting some other shit enthusiast. Never actually met him, to be honest. He, uh...didn't work out. Didn't want to become one of us. It's not unusual though; most people refuse rather than go along with it. It's rather intimidating, giving your life up in favor of devoting it entirely to shit. If I may say though, from a totally unbiased opinion, it is so, so worth it. Not just for getting to be nasty all the time, but for all the power it brings you. Life becomes so easy afterward. You saw how easily we get around to places, and you never have to worry about where you're going to stay or what you're going to eat. The only hunger you ever have is lust, and you just stay with whoever you're trying to corrupt next. Or, failing that, you can always duck down into the sewers for a while. Oh, and did I mention you never age? What's not to love?" he said, becoming a bit preachy toward the end as he got to rave about the life he loved so much.

"You make it sound amazing. But isn't that stuff you give up what makes life fun though? Success doesn't mean much if you can never fail." Mark offered.

"Your successes and failures just become different," Tom said, shrugging. "Instead of how much you make or who you end up with, your goals become being as nasty as possible, or corrupting others. If you find someone nastier than you, you've got a new goal to work toward. If you fail to corrupt someone, you learn from it and move to the next guy. It's always a work in progress, and you learn how to tease more of those who're borderline over to the fun side of things," Tom explained, glancing to the side as one of the patrons walked beside them and into the bathroom. "Now's our chance," he said quickly, sticking his footpaw out and catching the door before it shut. With a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, he followed the unsuspecting male into the bathroom, quickly followed by the fox.

"Lock the door," Tom commanded, reaching out and grabbing his victim. The male they were about to have their fun with was a rather large, muscled horse. The stallion was insanely wasted, not even realizing the other males were in the bathroom with him until Tom reached around his neck.

"Whass go'on?" the horse mumbled, barely able to make noise at this point, let alone a coherent sentence.

"Quiet," Tom barked, nodding as he heard the lock click behind him. Mark had done well. "We're going to have a little fun, and maybe you will too for all I know," he growled. Instantly, the clothes of everyone in the room vanished, and Tom hiked his tail up high. With the easiest of pushes, a waterfall of waste cascaded down from the wolf's ass and landed on the floor. "Mark, if you'd be so kind - take a pawful of that and smash it against his face."

The fox nodded. He felt slightly uncomfortable with forcing this on the horse, but he figured the wolf had some knowledge he didn't - Tom was able to single him out as a shit eater before he'd even said it out loud, for example. With a disgusting squelch, Mark sunk his paw into the pile and picked up a giant glob of feces. He walked to the front of the stallion, raising it up and smearing it everywhere he could reach. The drunkard was too out of it to realize he should keep his mouth shut, resulting in shit not just ending up in there, but up his nostrils as well.

"Good slut. Rest of it's yours," Tom said, though before he'd even finished talking, Mark was sucking his fingers clean. While Mark was distracted, the wolf-demon uttered a few words in an unintelligible language - something he'd picked up from the one who converted him. After he'd finished speaking, he let the horse go. It took a few seconds for it to kick in, but as soon as it did, the changes became apparent. They started up high, around the excrement smeared over the horse's face. The shit seemed to be spreading, oozing down the victim's neck and over his arms, continuing down his body. His eyes changed from a bright blue to a deep brown, reflecting his new status. Once the shit had reached his knees, the horse dropped to them, turning around to face the wolf. His tongue dropped out after the changes consumed his hooves, signifying his total mind wipe.

Mark had been eating rather vigorously, but stopped mid-bite as he realized what was happening to the horse. What was a large, drunk man a few seconds ago was now a kneeling, panting bitch, looking up to the wolf as if expecting an order. The fox tilted his head, glancing over to Tom.

"I thought you said you couldn't make shit demons, and that it had to happen naturally? He looks pretty demonic to me," Mark said before taking another bite.

"It does, and it's not a shit demon. Calling that a 'he' doesn't even really apply anymore. It's more of an 'it' now. It no longer has a mind of its own, and it's completely subservient to me. Full-on shit slave. It can't even speak unless I order it to. It has some of our powers - namely the ability to shit as much as possible and to eat as much as it's given, but that's about it. He can't shift out of that form, can't teleport, none of that. He is immortal, though," Tom added thoughtfully.

"So...why'd you make him?" Mark asked.

Tom shrugged. "To show you I could. I don't really have any reason for him. Those are usually made to do our bidding or things like that, but I like to do my own dirty work. Fun if you want a quick threesome though. I'll let you explore him if you want. I'm just going to take us back home next, so get as nasty as you can," the wolf offered. "You, though - you are to obey Mark's commands as you would mine," he continued, making sure Mark could get a taste of the control that he had.

Mark stepped up as the former horse nodded, sending droplets of shit going up and down. "Okay...Shit," the fox said simply, going with the obvious.

Without moving, the horse began soiling himself. A rather large pile of shit began to accumulate on the floor, quickly pooling up to meet the slave's ass pushing it out. Mark, going for his favorite move, got down on all fours and shoved his face inside the pile. It was almost impossible to find the horse's ass given that it too was made of shit, so the fox simply pointed his lips in the general direction the flow was coming from and let the onslaught of excrement spread them apart. The waste continued spreading around, soon engulfing the fox's head entirely. He pulled himself back up momentarily when he had to breathe, only to dive back in as soon as he could.

After a few trips of this and a stomach engorged with waste much further than anyone's should be, Mark finally shifted up onto his knees. With a sudden movement, he pushed the horse down onto all fours, then immediately climbed up on top of him. The fox put his cock as close as possible to the horse's ass and then started thrusting, but it was anyone's guess as to whether he was actually hitting the tailhole or not. The pile of waste had long since surpassed their hips, and none of them could see where it was going. Mark could feel the onslaught of shit flowing against it, however, and that was good enough for him.

In his lust-fueled craze, the fox reached forward and grabbed Tom's shaft, pulling him forward and stuffing the wolf-demon's cock down his throat. He wasted no time with formalities, deep-throating it from the very start and squeezing behind the unformed knot already, desperate for another load of shit to paint his insides brown. The stallion, not having been told to stop shitting, continued spewing out an endless supply of waste, with the feces now starting to squeeze out underneath the door of the bathroom.

Tom quickly got into the rhythm, leaning over the fox's back and thrusting into his muzzle, allowing Mark to focus on thrusting into what he thought was the stallion's ass. As soon as the wolf's knot began knocking at the fox's lips, the mess they were making began to be noticed. Someone started knocking against the door, slamming their fist into it. "What's going on in there? What's all this fucking shit doing on the floor?" A deep voice screamed. "Fucking fags...I'm getting the keys, so you better clear out now."

The canines paid it no mind, as both were rather close to their orgasms already. Mark continued thrusting into the flow of excrement, practically screaming in joy around Tom's cock. The pleasure soon overtook him, causing him to release his load into the giant mass of feces beneath him. While it started smooth, the fox soon felt a small teaser of what Tom must feel. It wasn't full logs of shit coming out, but he could feel small nuggets being pushed down his urethra and into the pile below.

The sensation was glorious, but he didn't have much time to enjoy it. As his moans vibrated down the wolf-demon's length, he soon felt the familiar taste of demonic wolf turds cascading down his throat. This time, however, he was ready for it. The nastiest waste in the world was flowing into his stomach, and this sewer of a fox only wanted more of it. Just the scent would cause even the strongest of stomachs to give up their contents, and this toilet whore was willing to eat it for every meal of the day and every second between meals.

Midway through his feast, the door burst open, and a very angry looking bear stepped inside. With a wink, Tom reached up and snapped his fingers, causing himself and Mark to vanish. The stallion was left on the floor, unable to realize anything about the situation, not even reacting to the bear that was now violently vomiting on top of him. He still hadn't stopped shitting, as one of his masters hadn't given the order to do so.

Back at home, Mark was still slurping on Tom's shaft, sucking down the remainder of the load. The two had neatly teleported onto the couch in the living room, and neither of them lost a moment. It took quite a while for Mark to realize that Tom could cum for as long as he wanted, never stopping the onslaught of shit. It went against his slutty nature to suck until every last drop was gone, but needing air, he pulled off.

Tom continued moaning out as shit rocketed out of his cock, spraying over the couch, the floor, and most importantly, Mark. The fox started treating it as a shower, shifting himself underneath the wolf and faux-bathing in it. He'd gather up a pawful and rub it underneath his arms, scrub his stomach with it, then gargle a mouthful and spit it up over his face. By the time Tom was done, Mark was 100% covered in feces. If he didn't know any better, Tom would have guessed that the fox's transformation was complete.

Both canines breathed rather heavily, with brown tongues hanging out of each of their muzzles. Tom lifted one of his footpaws and rubbed it atop Mark's head, gliding his toes through the shit he'd just jizzed over the fox. Mark, however, insatiable the fox he was, immediately started trying to lick the wolf's footpaw again. Not seeing a reason to hold back, Tom let him proceed, making sure his foot stayed constantly coated in shit while Mark got his fill.

"So - you want to become like me?" Tom finally asked, still squeezing his toes around Mark's tongue.

The fox only nodded below, continuing to eat the waste that kept appearing on the footpaw in his muzzle. After everything he'd seen today, there was no question left in his mind. Taking the step forward would lead toward a life he couldn't have imagined before, but now, he couldn't imagine life without it.

"I'm glad," Tom said with a grin. "Now I don't have to do to you what I did to that horse."

Mark looked up at him confused, but didn't stop licking.

"What? You think we just let you guys run around free if you say no, knowing what we are?"

---

The next couple days passed rather quickly. Mark was supposed to have returned to work by now, but with the prospects in life ahead of him, he didn't really see a point in going back. He hadn't bothered calling in, choosing instead to ignore the many phone calls asking where he was. The days were spent at the apartment, constantly fucking Tom and scarfing down as much waste as his temporarily-mortal body would allow.

The changes became noticeable one by one. His saliva turned to diarrhea, and his orgasms soon became much more shitty. The fox was even regularly making tiny cuts on his arms, finally celebrating when the day came that what leaked out was brown instead of red. One morning, Mark finally truly started feeling different, almost as if a power was creeping into his veins. After telling Tom about this, he grinned.

"It's time," the wolf-demon said, leading the fox back down the hallway. Mark thought they were going to the bathroom at first, but Tom soon walked past it. It suddenly occurred to him that the wolf had spent some considerable time 'moving in' that first day, despite not bringing any stuff. He was about to see what that looked like.

"I thought we'd do your transformation somewhere more...appropriate," he said lewdly, opening the door to his bedroom and pushing the fox in. The entire place looked like a plane of shit. All the decorations were replaced with replicas made entirely of feces, and the bed had been replaced with a giant mound of excrement. Stalactites of shit dripped off the ceiling, and similarly, stalagmites of waste stood up from the floor. Not a single square inch of surface in the room wasn't covered by shit, and as Mark walked through it, the wet waste on the ground went up to his ankles.

"I love it," Mark said, turning around and giving Tom a shitty kiss on the cheek. "And I love you."

"I love you too, shithead. Now lay down, and we'll get this going," the wolf-demon said, extremely impatient.

Mark immediately obeyed, sprawling out on the floor, even making a bit of a shit angel as he covered himself even more in excrement. As he did, Tom squatted over him, pushing out a stream of muddy, thick, slimy feces. The brown sludge washed over the fox's legs first, soon completely burying them in waste. His torso came next, and before he knew it, Tom left only Mark's head sticking out. "Give me a sign when you've changed. You know what we can do," he said with a wink, barely pushing at all as enough shit cascaded from his ass to completely bury Mark's head. Despite having the future demon completely covered, he didn't stop shitting, making the pile larger by the second.

The fox took a deep breath before he was submerged, though he knew he wouldn't need it. His body was already changing, and almost as soon as the shit covered his eyes, he felt his heart stop beating. The need to breathe soon followed, and the fox felt happier than he'd ever been in his life. It wasn't much longer before he soon learned that his change was punctuated by an orgasm, and for the first time, he finally felt what Tom did while 'cumming'. Large, chunky, discrete logs of shit began working their way down his urethra, squirting their way out into the pile. He screamed out in orgasmic bliss as he accepted his new life, though with as buried as he was, it was barely audible to the wolf-demon waiting outside.

Midway through his orgasm, the fox got impatient. Deciding to immediately try out his new powers, he snapped his fingers - or at least, as close to a snap as he could do buried under a mound of waste - and suddenly, a log of shit appeared inside Tom's muzzle. The wolf was momentarily shocked, but knowing Mark, he shouldn't have been surprised. He took a moment to savor it, happy he was here to be given the first log of demonic waste the fox magicked into existence. He chewed slowly, turning it into a pasty mess before slurping it down.

With a sigh, he shifted into his shit form and licked his lips. The wolf then dove into the pile head-first, sending waste splashing around the room as he worked his way into it, digging through it and coming into contact with the fox. The pair felt their way along each other, pulling themselves closer together. Shit-cocks rubbed up against one another as Mark enjoyed his new, extended orgasm, and both males could feel the logs shooting up and squeezing between their stomachs. Tom grabbed the back of Mark's head and shoved his own against it, locking lips with the new shit demon. The pair remained under that pile for the rest of the day, reveling in their filth, celebrating their new life together.

They'd both continued adding as much waste to the pile from the inside as they could, soon flooding their entire apartment, despite Mark's attempts to gulp it all down before it could pile up. His efforts were futile though, as he couldn't stop from both pissing and shitting diarrhea everywhere while he ate. As the fox realized he was with someone he could now share everything with while fucking in a virtual sea of feces, it suddenly occurred to him that his apartment no longer felt like it was missing anything. He truly felt more at home than he ever had before.