Driving the Future
Valentine stood before the smart car. It was unlike any road vehicle she had ever seen. Blocky, sure, much like those small smart vehicles, people would call Box cars to make fun of them. However, this one was MUCH larger. It was not very attractive either. Clearly not meant for it’s looks, more practical than anything. “So, I just need to drive this around for a few hours and I get a big payday?” The skunk asked the scientist over the phone.
“Indeed, Ms. Valentine.” A proper, astute-sounding voice replied. “Remember, though, for your sake, we are focusing on the practicality of the system we are testing rather than anything else. If the vehicle fails, of course, we will come to retrieve you. Have you been debriefed on this?”
“I think so?” Valentine asked worriedly. “I understand why you want a skunk for this, Carson, and I can’t blame you. But…” she sighed. Something about this whole thing made her uncomfortable. “This just seems wrong.”
“If I may, Miss,” Carson said politely. “If we conducted this test with any other species, our testing would be inconclusive. We need to push our device to its limits. We can also pay extra if you feel that would assist your decision-making.”
“No, no, it’s not that.” Valentine gazed at her pudgy body. “I just think this isn’t gonna work out as well as we want it to. I mean, recycling waste? It’s a child’s dream. It’s something parents joke about when their kids are gassy in the car. ‘Kid, if we could run this thing on your smelly butt we’d make it all the way home.’ You know?”
“That’s the point, Ms. Valentine. If we can innovate how we travel, we can help prolong the life of our planet. There’s Congress and other leaders we’d have to circumnavigate, but that’s up to our lawyers and investors. We just need you to test our prototype.”
“Alright then.” Valentine sighed. She hung up the phone and stepped toward the homely-looking vehicle. The door opened for her, and she looked inside. The seat was an ergonomic leather toilet seat. “First note, make that look more appealing.” Valentine squeezed inside and buckled up. Her bubbly rear sat in the molded seat beautifully. A headset with a note was hanging from the steering wheel. We will record your thoughts and opinions with this. She reluctantly put it on and started the engine with the push of a button. The dashboard came to life, screens all across the front of it.
Driver, please remove your pants for waste disposal.
The car was speaking to her. Valentine sighed and awkwardly removed her yoga pants and thong, tossing them into the backseat. It felt wrong to be driving bottomless, but at the same time, it was a thrill. “Hope I don’t get pulled over…” she thought, as explaining that she was shitting in her car for science would probably not be seen as a valid excuse.
I have programmed a route for you to follow. It includes stops at fast food restaurants to ‘refuel’ and test my systems effectively. Are you ready?
Yes No
Valentine pressed ‘Yes’ and the engine revved. She sped out of the city and onto the open road. Maybe the road trip would take her mind off the fact that she was naked in a foreign vehicle. Starting with a half-full tank, the vehicle’s reserves dropped to a quarter-tank by the time she and the car went through the first drive-through.
“Not bad mileage,” she commented into the microphone, pulling out of the Arbo’s drive-thru with a bag full of fatty, scat-inducing food. “I’ll be making a ‘deposit’ pretty soon now. Clever of you to take me through Arbo’s guys.” She didn’t know if she was live with them or not, but she certainly wanted them to know her thoughts. “If you want a real test run of this car, you’re gonna get one now.”
As the last wrapper of the Roast Beef and Cheddar sandwiches was tossed into the paper bag, Valentine's stomach screamed for release. Her instincts told her to find a rest stop or, at the very least, pull over at the nearest bush or patch of trees. “Ok, first time I’ve shat myself since I was 2.” She hyped herself for the big moment. “Here we go.” She spread her cheeks, aiming for the tank beneath her. “Hope you guys properly built this with a skunk in mind.”
Valentine let loose. Her protein and calorie-rich lunch was wreaking havoc on her stomach. As her asshole stretched to make way for the shit snake that was about to leave her burrow, a massive fart echoed in the plastic catch chamber beneath her. The smell leaked through the smallest cracks in the spaces between her ass and the seat, filling the car with noxious fumes. Valentine took a deep whiff of her own brand, savoring it.
“Ahhh… I’m in love.” A green smog began to fill the car, as if a stereotypical hippie was in the car with her, smoking that good ganja. Sadly, she had to open the window as it blocked her vision. The roaring wind was deafening.
With each blast of gas, the car became much more livable for her, like she was home. At last, her starfish stretched wide enough for her logs to exit the tunnel. Her first deposit hit the bottom of the tank with a splat. More fumes filled the car and exchanged with the air from the window, cycling the scent as Valentine continued to blast her scat into the fuel chamber beneath her.
“Oooooooh, I take back what I said. This is… liberating.” She pushed and forced more out of her, and the fast food was doing its work. Loud splats, thrwaps, and braaaps echoed throughout the car as she continued down the highway. Any vehicles that she passed got a lungful of her shit fumes in their open windows or ventilation systems. Valentine emptied as much as she could into the tank, practically dumping out her guts to ensure those science guys would have a good test drive.
Initializing Stabilization
In the upper corner of the screen, a cartoon visualizer of what was happening inside the tank appeared. A rectangle representing the tank showed four brown bars. Blue liquid began flowing from the sides, breaking down the refuse. As the bars began to blink and disappear one after the other, the car’s gas gauge slowly started filling up.
A quarter tank.
Half a tank.
Three quarters.
By the time the needle moved up to full, the scat chamber had only been half-emptied. “Whoa,” she said as the screen flashed a big green checkmark. “Now I just have to keep the tank full for a few more hours and drive. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
And she was right. Occasionally, she would stop for more fast food to fill up the chamber, though it was never so urgent. No matter how many times she shat herself, it was always half full when she was done with her business.
“You know,” she spoke to herself, albeit through the mic for the scientist’s benefit. “I’m not entirely sure this will be a good idea. I may be a hyper shitter and all, but not everyone else is.” She took a bite of her XL bean burrito from Taco Barn. “If the average guy shits, say, three times a day, he’s not gonna fill this thing up enough to fill it back to full like I am, you know? Maybe you can reformulate your chemicals or whatever this blue stuff is to make it go farther?” She pointed to the screen, processing another one of her massive loads. “I don’t know. Hell, if you make this thing look cooler, I’ll drive it. This would save me a ton.
It had quickly become second nature these few hours driving this car. She would just shit or piss herself as needed, not having to worry about pulling over. Years of potty training had quickly been undone. “And, well, I don’t really know how well this is gonna sell,” she said, continuing her train of thought, pausing to squeeze out another log. “I’ve had to keep the window open just to breathe. Don’t get me wrong, I love my own brand, but I can’t be trapped in a room with it, you know?”
Her words were cut short by a distinct wet feeling on her plush cheeks. “Wha?” She leaned forward and reached underneath herself, thinking she sat on a food wrapper. “Oh no!” She pulled her hand up to find it was covered in her waste. “Uh, guys?” She still wasn’t sure if they were listening or not. “I filled the tank.” The screen displaying the stabilization process had a blinking red triangle over it.
Error 1.357A4
Tank overloaded
“Shit, really?” Valentine groaned. “I’m too messy for this thing?” She pulled over and tried calling the scientist herself. However her hand was still covered in her shit. “Uh…” No napkins. No paper towels. Awkwardly wiping her hand on the paper bag from Taco Barn, she grabbed her phone with her left hand and called the scientist. It rang and rang and rang. “Damn it, really?” She slammed the phone on the seat.
Error 7.015B3
Stabilizer Fluid Dispensers jammed
“GREAT! Even better!” Valentine shouted. “Car turn around, we have to get back before you run out of gas.” She tried to turn the wheel, but it was locked in place. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”
Unknown Error!
Unknown Error!
“Unknown Error?” She poked the touchscreen, trying to get any semblance of what was going on. She got her answer nearly right away. The wet, sloppy feeling on her asshole grew larger. Valentine thought she was shitting again. “No, not now!” She tried to clench, but something was keeping her from doing so. It wasn’t just that something was stretching her open, but that something was going IN!
“GAH!” Valentine screamed, grasping the steering wheel. A sloshing sound filled the car as the unpleasant feeling spread to her stomach. It expanded like someone was filling her with soft, lumpy silicone eggs. Her voice gave out. She felt sick. She covered her mouth with her soiled hand accidentally, catching a direct whiff of her own scent. Nearly gagging, she tried to open the door, but it was locked! There was no little nob or rod to pull to unlock it! “Damn smart car!” She tried to pull on the handle harder.
A loud grumble roared from within the scat holding chamber. Tentacles of scat burst through the sides, breaking free, liquid shit spilling from the broken prison. Valentine had no time to react. A tentacle shot into her mouth, instantly overwhelming her taste buds with rancid material. HER rancid material! She was being force-fed her own mess!
It flowed down her stomach in thick, long snakes, like trying to slurp a long spaghetti noodle. She had no choice but to gulp the putrid snack down her throat, finding that the flavors of digested food and stomach bile mingled with the distinct smell of chemicals.
Valentine tried her best to grasp the snake slithering down her throat, but it merely slid between her fingers and would not be moved otherwise. Scat continued to flow. Each second, her body gained more mass, causing her clothes to rip themselves in protest of what they could no longer contain. Her top gave way, red shreds of the crop top flying through the air. Her bra straps burst, falling to the floor.
As if that wasn’t enough, her beige fur began to take on a pale-green hue. But something else was happening – slowly, the taste of her waste turned from a disgusting flavor to a more savory, addictive one. She began to want it. Crave it. Need it. Valentine's pupils rolled to the back of her head in euphoria as her upper body reached critical mass. The rest of her form quickly followed, inflating just as her belly did.
Of course, that included her breasts, which expanded outwards, flesh compressing against the steering wheel and enveloping it in the soft, mush-filled mass. Two more shit-tentacles burst forth, pressing against her nipples with the desire to penetrate and free themselves from the tank below.
Slopilly and with a spllllrk, scat stretched her nipples wide, bringing the breasts to new, unspeakable sizes. Valentine moaned, the novel sensations reaching into and swamping her brain. Meanwhile, another tentacle slithered up from inside the tank, lept straight for her vagina, and smeared its dirty chocolate all over her lower body in an attempt to find the gilded entrance.
The scat, it seemed, had gained sentience – and it’d leave no ounce of her body unsoiled.
Valentine’s phone rang from the front seat. With all that mass attached to her, the sound was absorbed before it could reach her, not that she’d notice in her state anyway. It went directly to voicemail. “Hey, Valentine. Sorry for not getting back to you. We made an urgent discovery earlier and had to give it our full attention to get to the bottom of it. That being said, turn around and come back immediately. The chemical we use to break down waste into biofuel is having adverse effects in our test tanks. I’ll get into the details when you get back. Oh, and I’ll send an info packet to the car to override and come on back. In fact, I’ll even set it to autopilot, so you can relax if you’d like.”
The car’s screens came to life, rapidly flashing through menus before taking off on the fastest route back to the lab. But Valentine was still in a world of her own.
The shit monster within the tank continued it’s assault. Her fur had fully taken on that disgusting green color, and her eyes had turned yellow. Valentine was on the brink of exploding now. Her breasts sagged to the floor, filled with her own moist turds, along with her belly and womb.
Hot, fresh logs filled nearly every orifice now – all except for two. A pair of tentacles spewed out from the tank and thrust themselves into her ears simultaneously, squeezing deep into her skull. By the time Valentine made it to the lab, she was gone.
________________________________________
“Where’s our prototype, Carson?” A blue kobold paced back and forth. “We need to make sure we don’t lose this. It cost us a fortune.”
“Yes, Xander, I know.” The kangaroo paced back and forth, taking the occasional nervous leap with his long feet. “Is the test chamber still quarantined?”
“I think so?” Xander checked the laptop on their desk, currently displaying the security camera feed. Camera 7 was on and off with static, but they could see three shadows in the room. The flashing red lights were not assisting with their vision. “Looks to be.”
Xander looked up from the device and gave Carson a long stare. “What have we done, Carson? This isn’t good at all!” Xander pounded the table. “We’ve created a bioweapon! Not even to mention the moral implications of all this.” Xander thought about how lewd this all was, if only for a moment.
“Sure, I may be into scat, but this is beyond anything I’m willing to touch.”
“Now’s not the time for panic,” Carson said plainly. His green eyes were dilated with worry. His short blond hair was stained with smears of scat from the test subjects. “Who would have guessed that our fuel conversion fluid would cause this? This is beyond any matter of sane science.”
The garage door on the left wall opened abruptly. Their test car had returned safely. “Oh, thank god!” Xander ran up to it once the car pulled up and parked in the vehicle lift. “Miss Valentine! Are you alright?!” The distinct smell of shit entered the lab. Carson was on his toes. Something wasn’t right. “Miss Valentine?” Xander looked into the open window, seeing scat smeared all throughout the leather interior. “Oh no. She’s not here!”
“What?” Carson ran to the opposite end of the car. “Where is she?”
He didn’t have time to worry about much else. Wet, disgusting hands reached through the open window and grabbed Xander, pulling him into the vehicle and out of sight. He screamed, but his cries were quickly muffled by gurgling. Carson leaped back, arms upright. Where did he go? The smell was overpowering, but he already feared what could have happened. If it was anything like what happened to their test subjects, Valentine may have also fallen victim to it. He side-stepped around the car and looked in the window. Sloppy sounds were coming from the biofuel tank. “Xander?” He called. “Valentine.”
A disgusting, green hand shot from the toilet-seat-shaped car seat, then another. Carson fell to the epoxy-covered concrete. The door burst open, and a foul, shit smeared, fat Valentine emerged from inside the biofuel tank! “Hi, Carson,” she said with delight. Her yellow eyes glared at him with mischief. “Great job with the car. You’re really onto something here.” Her saggy breasts popped out from the tank as she pulled her torso from the tank, and her belly stretched and moulded around the narrow entrance like she was elastic. “I can’t wait to tell you how much fun I had.” She crawled onto the floor, spilling out of the car. Piss leaked from her pores and pooled around her on the floor. She didn’t seem to care that she was naked and completely deformed from the skunk she once was.
Carson stared at her in shock. It was right out of a sci-fi horror movie. Her body was entirely misshapen and deformed, easy to mold like playdoh. Her breasts were stretched and entirely misshapen. Her belly was so full that it looked like she pigged out at a buffet for an entire day. No, two days! No… three! Maybe even more! “Valentine, I’m so sorry…” He backed away, scooting on his rear. “I didn’t know this would happen.”
Valentine didn’t care, a coy smile eeking out from the face behind her breasts. “One thing though,” she said casually as she tried to stand. Her belly was massive and lumpy. Muffled screaming was spilling through her disgusting flesh, hands pressing from inside of her. “Your tank thingy needs to be bigger. I filled it up.” She took an unsure step, her legs compressing ever so slightly as she did so. She moaned and crouched, letting a huge, wet fart fly from her ass, spewing little flecks of shit from her rear. “But I think that’s more of a me thing.” She continued approaching Carson, not noticing at all that she was scaring him.
“Xander!” Carson hit a wall, trapped. “Stay back!” Carson cried. He grabbed a metal ruler from the desk and wielded it like a sword. “Don’t make me use this!”
“What are you talking about?” Valentine cocked her head. “Oh! I know what’ll make you feel better.” She started running, taking only a few steps before falling flat on her face, an enormous fart spewing from her ass like a geyser, filling the lab with a green miasma. “You need some of my lovin’, don’t ya?” She struggled back to her feet. Carson was too horrified to move any further. The smell was making him dizzy. “Mommy’s here.” She stood before him in all of her hideousness. Carson was trapped, paralyzed in fear. “I bet you didn’t know this about me,” Valentine said, “But I’m lactating right now.” She grasped her long, sagging breasts and brought them to him. Her gaping nipples were emitting a putrid stench. Carson, in his dizziness, obeyed and opened his mouth.
Valentine shoved a nipple into his mouth. He had to keep his mouth as wide open as possible to keep it in. “What a good boy,” she cooed. “Now enjoy.” She began squeezing her breasts as if they were a toothpaste tube with very little left inside. Thick ropes of brown, stinky muck spewed out from them and slid down his throat. Carson gagged, trying to push Valentine away, the awful taste of scat staining every inch of his maw, but his hands sank right into her body, only pulling him deeper into her. “You were so hungry, weren’t you?” She fell to her knees, trapping him beneath her. “Don’t worry, I have plenty to spare for you.” She squeezed her tit with both hands now, forcing even more of her delicious treat into his throat. She watched his belly inflate with her bountiful feast. “You boys work yourselves to death. You need to eat more.”
It was useless to resist. The hundreds of pounds on top of him had him pinned. Sludge began oozing out of his nose, excess from his mouth. Carson’s brain was going foggy, cutting in and out. They were so preoccupied with whether or not they COULD solve the energy crisis to think if they SHOULD. This is what he deserved. He and his company bit off more than they could chew; now he was choking on a subject’s hyper scat. His creamy brown fur took on the same sickly green hue as Valentine’s, and his emerald eyes started turning yellow. This was his fate. His punishment for toying with nature.
Valentine’s stomach growled violently. “Oh, I ate something I shouldn’t have.” She leaned forward, holding her nipples in the transforming kangaroo’s mouth. Her pussy stretched to astronomical sizes, and a solid turd crowned. With a mighty push, she forced it to fly from her saggy rear, falling to the ground like a soft-serve machine left on as a prank.
The two-foot-diameter log was seemingly infinite in length as it continued to leave her body, piling on the floor in a sloppy mound. “Oh, here it comes,” she moaned. Her body stretched wider, and she screamed in pleasure as she gave birth to Xander, who gasped for air as his head popped out of her. His scales were a sickly green, his eyes were yellow, and his face? Content with his predicament. He allowed Valentine to push him out, falling into the hot pile of shit underneath him. Once a fit, agile young man, he was now wildly overweight and disgusting – just how he wanted to be, now.
He lunged for the pile of shit and shoved handfuls of it into his maw, savoring every last drop of Valentine’s putrid waste. His cocks were truthful with his feelings. Nearly a foot long now, the banana-yellow members oozed a sticky, brown goop, only adding to the monstrous pile.
Carson didn’t notice how his comrade had been transformed. He was too busy… indulging. His blue turtleneck had ripped, leaving him completely naked before his corruptor. And his once-tasteful and proud cock? Ugly now. Infected. Thin tubules of shit leaked from his tip and pooled underneath him as he continued to drink from Valentine’s nipples. His belly only got larger and larger as he was filled to the brim with infected scat. “You are such a good boy for Mommy, aren’t you?” She pulled her nipples away to gaze upon him. She leaned in and licked his ears, sliding her tongue deep inside, filling his head with more of her scat. Carson groaned with delight, feeling his brain drown in Valentine’s mess. “You know,” she asked, getting up. “I sure am hungry now.”
Carson smirked. “I know where to go.” He stood, feeling the new weight of his body weighing him down. They look out the open garage door. “See all those people out there, Mommy? There’s so many of them!” He pointed.
“I see them, my boy…” Valentine grinned. She squatted and let a loud fart ripple her ass cheeks. Carson followed suit, letting one of his own out. Their foul stench clouded up the lab. “Let’s go find some food.”
The two waddled into the sunlight, leaving Xander to his feast. He’d be fine on his own.",
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