It was a hot summer morning as the sun rose over the city. Inside a large apartment building, a Man named Aiden was waking up for the day. He was a short, thin, timid man that liked to keep his room neat and tidy. He yawned as he sat up in bed before getting out. He grabbed his robe and opened the door to his room to head toward the bathroom. Along the way He passed by his roommate’s room. They were a slightly older, tall, muscular, man Named Bud. Aiden sighed as he walked past his room. He had a problem with Bud for some time now thanks to Bud's complete lack of cleanliness. Aiden would often find stacks of old pizza boxes in the kitchen, piles of empty beer cans in the living room, or piles of Bud’s smelly gym clothes in the bathroom. This annoyed Aiden to no end, but he was too shy to really confront Bud about it and simply worked around the mess and cleaned up the communal areas as needed. 


        Around the same time, Bud also started to wake up to start his day. He groaned and sat up in his bed as he reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. He quickly lit one and took a big drag before letting out the smoke and coughing slightly. Aiden had just made it into the bathroom as he heard the coughing coming from Bud's room. He sighed as he closed the door and took off his robe to get into the shower. About 5 minutes in, Bud burst into the bathroom and plopped himself down on the toilet. He grunted loudly and started letting out rancid farts before unloading a massive turd in the bowl. Aiden blushed and peaked from around the curtain. 


        “H-hey Bud…I’m trying to shower her,” Her said in a shy and timid voice.


        “Oh yeah, sorry dude. That protein powder and pizza got me backed up like crazy, and when you gotta go,” He said with a chuckle, taking another drag of his cigarette. He then blew it up into the air and smiled and he went back to pushing. Aiden coughed and waved the air in front of him to clear it. 


        “Heh, yeah. I know how that goes,” He said, slinking back into the shower. He sat in the shower, coughing and covering his nose as he waited for Bud to finish. He soon did, wiping his ass and leaving without flushing the toilet. Aiden blushed as he looked back out, seeing the toilet. He looked in and blushed more as she saw the size of the log that was left behind. 


        “Aww, man. I’m going to need to plunger for that one,” He said, sighing and going back to his shower. He had to deal with the smell of it for the rest of his shower, before he could get out and deal with the mess. 


        Aiden then spent the rest of his day cleaning up around the house, taking care of the house, washing dishes, doing laundry and taking care of Bud’s various messes. Bud on the other hand, spent his day at the gym, pounding out rep after rep and getting his body hot and sweaty. By the time he came home, his clothes were soaked and stinking to high heaven. Around noon, he came home without a care, tossing his gym bag on the couch and heading to the bathroom for a shower. Along the way he let his sweaty clothes fall to the floor as he undressed. Aiden sighed and followed after him, picking them up and taking them to the wash along with his gym bag. Once Bud was clean, he spent the rest of the day in the living room playing the latest madden. Around 7pm, Aiden grabbed his shoes, wallet and coat to head out. 


        “Hey, um i’m heading to the store for groceries and cleaning supplies.T-try not to make a mess while i’m gone ok,” He said to Bud timidly. 


        “Hehe, yeah sure. Make sure to pick up some more beer while you’re out. I’m draining the last one here,” Bud said smiling and holding up the can, giving it a little shake. He then slammed half the can and let out a massive belch before going back to his game. Aiden blushed embarrassed and sighed as he walked out the door, lightly closing the door. 


        A little while later, Bud felt his bowels gurgle and shift as he let out a loud rancid fart. He waved his hand in front of his nose and laughed while coughing. He thought to himself how much it smelled, even for him. He then got up and made his way to the bathroom, letting out another loud fart along the way. When he opened the door, he immediately noticed a strong smell of old shit. He waved his hand in front of his nose and looked in the toilet. It was completely clean. He shrugged and plopped down on the toilet, getting to work on wrecking it yet again. He spent about 10 minutes grunting, panting, and straining as he pushed the huge log out of his body. Several plops filled the air as the bowl slowly filled up. Soon Bud sighed and wiped himself before standing up to admire his work. He stood there several minutes admiring the several five inch long, inch thick logs he had pushed out. 


        “Heh, work hard, shit hard. That’s what I say,” He said, chuckling to himself. He then reached over and flushed the toilet. He watched as the water rose in the bowl and Bubbled as his logs slid down the bowl, blocking the hole and clogging it up. Bud sighed as he reached over to grab the plunger. He then shoved it into the bowl and began pushing. 

        “Gotta…lay…off…the…wheat…bran…,” He said grunting with each push. After a minute, the bowl began to shake and shudder. Bud looked down as it quickly got worse and worse, water starting to splash out of the bowl. Bud quickly moved out of the way as the bowl started wildly rocking back and forth. Just as he did a large spray of water shot out of the bowl followed by a huge cloud of greenish brown gas. Bud turned and covered his face as the gas filled the room making him cough. As he looked turned back he saw a most peculiar sight. 


        Standing in the bowl was a strange creature. It was a man, only 3 feet tall, made entirely out of poop. His Fat body was a strange mix of hard pellets, soft mushy massed, and loose dripping folds, all dotted with random bits of corn and crushed nuts. He was a pudgy man, looking like he had indulged in one to many burgers in his life. He stood there for a while, striking pose after pose, making his body jiggle and shake each time. He then put his hands on his hips and looked at Bud, a smile growing on his face. 


        “HELLO,” the little man said boisterously, throwing his arms to the sides. He then let out a loud chuckle as he went back to posing, flexing his muscles and fat folds. 


        “What….what in the world are you,” Bud asked, a mix of confusion and slight fear on his face. 


        “Why I’m the SCATMAN,” he said happily. “I live in the sewers and come out to punish naughty little boys who act like shit. And boy oh boy, have you been acting like shit little boy.”


        “What? What in the world are you talking about? I’m not some little kid, and I don't act like shit,” Bud said, coughing and waving his hand in front of his nose. 


        “Oh but you have! Shall we go over how you’ve been acting,” the Scatman said cupping his chin on his index finger and thumb and raising an eyebrow. He then caused another small cloud of gas to puff from the toilet and swirled it in the air. As he did, an image started to appear on it. It was Aiden, walking through the supermarket. He looked sad and run down. The Scatman looked up at the image he had projected. 


        “Do you know this man,” The scatman asked looking over at Bud, already knowing the answer. 


        “Well yeah, that’s my roommate, Aiden,” Bud answered. “But what does he have to do with this?”


        “And how have you been treating Aiden during your time as his room mate,” the Scatman asked. 


        “Alright I supposed,” Bud said a little hesitantly. 


        “REALLY,” the Scatman said, drawing out the word. “Well because from what I've seen, you haven’t been treating him very nice at all.” He then swirled the gas again and the image changed, this time to Bud. It changed again and again to all the dickish and shitty things Bud was doing as a roommate. The Scatman shook his head and smacked his tongue. 


        “Tsk tsk, what a shitty roommate you’ve been to poor Aiden. Leaving your dirty laundry anywhere you please. Leaving old food out every night. Pizza boxes just piled up and not thrown away. And all those beer cans. Tsk tsk. Do you want to get ants? Because that’s how you get ants,” he said, shaking a finger at him. “And all the time, expecting poor Aiden to clean up after you.”


        “Hey. He likes cleaning up after me. He’s a neat freak. I’m not going to stop him from doing what he likes. Besides, he’s never complained,” Bud said, trying to defend himself. 


        “Are you sure about that,” the scat man asked, drawing out his words again. He swirled the gas again and it changed to Aiden again walking through the supermarket. The pair watched as Aiden stopped in front of the beer cooler hand on the door and sighed. “I don't even know why I put up with him any more. I just wish he would clean up after himself,” They heard him say before the gas clouded. 


        “Hmmm, seems to me like he has a big problem with how you treat him,” the scat man said, leaning back against the toilet and stroking his chin. “And that’s not the only person you’ve acted like shit too.” He then swirled the gas again and again, changing the image to various co-workers and gym goers Bud had ever interacted with. Bud watched as he got to see the highlights of his shitty, douchebaggery behavior. Picking on smaller male co-worker and intimidating them into working extra shifts, cat calling and groping women, parking in handicap spots, even taking all the pennies from the “take-a-penny” trays. The scat man shook his head and smacked his tongue again. 


        “Tsk tsk, you really are just the biggest piece of shit aren’t you,” The scat man said. 


        “Well I mean…I guess…But I can change! Once I wake up from this strange dream I’ll be a better person I promise,” Bud said, pleading with them.


        “A dream? Hohohoho! My dear shitty boy, this is all real, and you’re about to receive your punishment,” The scat man said. He smiled as he blew the gas cloud at the door, making it shut hard. He then jumped and spun around, showing his naked, fat, brown ass to Bud. He then bent over, surprisingly looking at Bud between his own legs. 


        “For acting like a piece of shit, you get to become what you truly are, A PIECE OF SHIT,” He said laughing. He then let out a massive and continuous blast of hot brown gas from his ass. Bud let out a shout as he stumbled backward, coughing and gagging at the putrid smell. He hit hard against the door and stumbled forward onto his hands and knees. Bud kept coughing as he opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, it looked like they were starting to turn brown, and on closer inspection they were! He continued to cough and gag as he looked back up at the gas spewing midget, now getting larger along with everything else in the room. 


        “No! Wait! I can change! I’ll do better! I’ll be better,” He pleaded to the Scatman, but his pleas went unheeded as the Scat man simply laughed and kept blasting his hot magic gas. Bud gagged and coughed as he grew smaller and smaller with each passing second. His clothes became looser on him as he shrank down. They hung off his body, starting to stain as his body began to turn from flesh and blood to simple brown, mushy shit. He felt as the hair on his head began to recede into his head, inch by inch it shrank back until his whole head was left a smooth and shiny brown service. His chest and body head followed suit until his whole body was as smooth as his head. He then felt as his body began to shift, his muscles beginning to shrink and deflate into flab, years of work turned to fat and mush in seconds. He gagged and let out a whine as he looked over his body before he looked down at his crotch. Normally he had a proud 10 inch cock, but now it too was shrinking down into his body, turning into the same mush as the rest of him. His balls followed suit, tightening up and pulling into him. Bud looked up at the Scat man and tried to plead again, but the words escaped him. In fact his whole mind felt like it was clouded. The more gas he breathed in and the smaller he shrunk, the simpler his mind became. With each passing second he lost more and more of himself. First it was his words, leaving him to only grunt and groan. Then it was his memories as he soon forgot who and even what he was. Lastly was his intelligence in general, leaning him a slack jawed drooling mess as he continued to shrink and change.


        All the while his mind was slowly yet surely simplified to that of a fat turd, his body also changed. First was the color change, his body becoming a sickly greenish brown, matching one of the logs he had so many times left as a “present” for Aiden to find. He continued to shrink, getting smaller and smaller with each passing second. All the while his body began to elongate and round out. His arms sinking into him, making him hit the tile floor with a wet splat. His legs followed suit, shrinking and merging into his filthy round form. The whole time he was burping and farting loudly, spewing more of the same magical gas that was spewing from the Scatman’s ass. This only helped to accelerate his changes. His abdomen, one having a strong and proud six pack, was now swelling as it filled with shit. Muscle melting away, turning it to thick fat folds that melted into each other forming wrinkles and deep folds in the log his body was becoming. His belly gurgled as his belly button popped out like a turkey thermometer before he let out another loud wet fart. Bud let out a drooling gurgle as he head was the last to change, growing hard and pebble-like as it became harder and more compacted poop. His teeth became brown and oval as they clumped together. His chin softened as it grew more lumpy. His nose clumped up into a massive nugget. His eyes were the next to change, becoming a deep dark brown and changing to huge nuggets of hard compacted shit. Inside and outside his head, at all began to crumble and clump up, becoming more various sized nuggets. Lastly for a bit of flavor, the Scatman’s magic dotted his body with bits of undigested corn, nuts, and pea skins. In just a few minutes, Bud was reduced to a long 13 inch, fat, smelly turd, wrapped in the clothes he once wore. There was nothing left now as the Scat man ended his assault and turned back around to admire his work. 


        “Well well well, work hard, shit hard. That’s what I say,” the scat man said with a boisterous laugh. It was about then that he heard the distinct sound of a key in a lock and then the opening of a door. “Well I hope you enjoy your punishment. I know I sure did. See you soon,” He said, waving to the fat turd on the floor. He then clapped his hands and jumped down into the toilet, disappearing down it along with all the mess and gas he had made. The only thing not going was the Bud turd.


        At the same time the door to the apartment carefully swung open as Aiden waddled his way inside carrying bags of food and cleaning supplies. He let out a grunt as he struggled with it all and tried to close the door behind him. 

        “Hey Bud! I’m home! Can you come help please,” He called out. He waited a moment before calling out again and finally sighing. “Great, he must have gone out to the bar again,” He said, huffing and shifting around and closing the door with his butt. He then made his way to the kitchen to set the bags down. He then sat there rubbing his sore hands in pain before heading towards the bathroom.


        “Man I have got to pee really bad,” He said as he opened the door. As he did, he was hit with the strong smell of fresh shit. At first he thought Bud had left another floater pile for him to flush, but then he looked down and saw the pile of clothes on the floor. He sighed, benign used to this as he leaned down to pick them up. As he pulled back the shirt, he saw the huge turd contained inside. He moved back and gagged as a fresh wave of smell hit him in the face. 


        “Oh my god! Really dude?! Ok this is the last straw! When you get back from the bar you are out of here,” He said as he rose to his feet again. He then went out to the kitchen and got his pair of latex gloves and some cleaner. He then spent several minutes cleaning up the huge mess on the floor. The former Bud turd, squished in his hands, making him gag as he dropped it piece by piece into the toilet. He then took all the poop stained clothes and threw them into a trash bag before carrying them out to the dumpster. He then spent several minutes cleaning and disinfecting the floor. He then sighed and pulled the gloves off, tossing them in the sink. 


        “Well, I might as well pee. No sense in wasting more water,” He said, going over to the toilet and dropping his pants. He sighed and unleashed a gentle stream of warm pee into the bowl, hitting the floating turd and breaking it up as he emptied his bladder. Then without a second thought, Aiden flushed the toilet and went about his night. The broken Bud turd swirled around in the toilet and quickly disappeared down the pipes toward the sewer, never to be seen again. 
        In the morning, Aiden was confused when Bud didn’t stumble into the apartment, tired and hungover like normal. But he didn’t pay any mind to it, he figured that he would show up later. When later in the day came, and there was still no Bud, Aiden began to get worried. But he knew the law and waited 24 hours before filing a missing persons report. The police followed up on every lead, questioned every person Bud knew, but still came up with nothing. After a month, Aiden packed up and sold off Bud's old things, helping to pay off some of the bills that Bud had made. He then brought in another, even better roommate, one that was clean and considerate. Aiden never saw Bud again, but he didn’t care, he was better off without that piece of shit. But little did Aiden know, that piece of shit had gotten what he deserved, flushed down with all the other turds. Kept in a world of filth and stink, along with the Scatman and all the other douchebags and pieces of shit. The Scatman laughed as he looked down at the fat mangled turd that was once Bub before farting and swirling the gas to gaze at the real world again. He looked back at Aiden and smiled.


        “Well, that’s at least one piece of shit I helped you get rid of. But not to worry, so lok as there are Douchbags and shitty roommates in the world, The ScatMan will be there to give them EXACTLY what they deserve,” He said before laughing loudly. He continued laughing as his laugh echoed down the dark sewers he called home, forever tending to his kingdom of shit.