'Poop Juice'

"So what's next for my poop then?" Miss Wallace asked the man. "Well Wallace, now all we need to do is hook it up to my machine and feed it what I like to call, 'Poop juice'" He responded with a chuckle. Vanessa's eyes widened with horror, she had no idea what that meant but she didn't want to be fed anything made by these two!

Miss Wallace chuckled with glee, looking like a child on Christmas. "Come with me." The man told her, Miss Wallace told Vanessa to follow. Vanessa shamefully stood up out of the tub, she felt the cold air all over her scalp. The man switched another light on, this time shining over three large circular tankers. They were all connected together with pipes and other machinery. The man gestured toward a seat, directly infront of the middle tanker. A small tube was sticking out of it above the seat.

Vanessa was immediately horrfied as she saw was looked like another tube only this one stuck out of the seat. "Oh don't worry about that one, it's going up your bum!" The man told Vanessa in a tone intended to calm her down, which did the complete opposite. "Poo poo please put your full asshole on that tube and sit down!" Miss Wallace demanded, she noticed Vanessa's hesitation.

The man quickly walked round the corner of the furthest tanker, checking to make sure everything is in place. "Okay poop, I need you to place your mouth on that tube, like you're sucking a cock!" He ordered Vanessa. The bald naked woman did as she was told, humiliated and still furious. "I bet she had alot of that in her past life!" Miss Wallace chuckled. Vanessa glared at her chubby tormentor with her eyes, outraged by such a comment.

The man opened a hatch on the tanker he was stood next to and pulled out a large tray full of strange machinery. "Okay, we need her to be your poop, this machine is gonna feed her a very powerful batch of chemicals that'll change her entirely and make her more fitting for your needs, all we need is the last ingredient, your poop." The man told Miss Wallace. Vanessa widened her eyes with sheer terror, what that man just said shook her to her core. She wriggled about, trying to break free of the hypnosis in a panic attempt to escape.

Miss Wallace smiled. "Of course, I came prepared." Miss Wallace reached into her bag and pulled out a huge jar full of her poop. Vanessa wanted to be sick, it was single handedly the worst thing she'd ever seen. Miss Wallace handed the jar over to the man, who opened it. He plopped all of her turds through a hole, sending it down a pipe and into the tank itself.

The man slid the tray back into the tank, and flicked a switch. "And here we go!" He yelled. Vanessa suddenly heard loud whirring, like a very loud tumble dryer was operating. She saw a horrible brown liquid flow through the pipes. That's when it reached her, it hit her butt first. She cringed as she felt the horrible liquid pummel through her butt and into her stomach. The liquid finally made it into her mouth. It tasted foul, like she was drinking gone off milk.

Vanessa screamed and gulped, unable to stop the machine from feeding her Miss Wallace's poop and whatever else the man had added...