****** Down the Road to Raunchland, Part 2 by Sxuldev8 ******
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Down the Road to Raunchland, Part 2


Here's the second installment in the story of how a man becomes a pig. If you
don't enjoy reading stories about shit and piss and more, don't read it. If you
do, pull out your cock and stroke along.

If you're underage, go away. This story may be reproduced in its entirety and
posted anywhere on the web. You may not make money from this story. And the
author would be grateful if you would acknowledge who wrote it. If you violate
these prohibitions, the gremlins in your C: drive will come alive. Be warned.
Other than that, enjoy.

Oh yes. If you're near Boston and want to do this live, let me know. I have the
rimseat.


Down the Road to Raunchland, Part 2

Background: This is the story of how a man becomes a pig. I'm training him.
He's learning. He's had his first lesson, but now he is ready to go further.
Here's how he gets some further training.

It's been two months since his first meeting with me. In that time, we've met
twice or three times a week for his training. He's been an eager learner, now
to the point where he can empty my ass completely without stopping. I can hold
for three days, so I'm delivering a lot to his wide open waiting toilet mouth.

I've varied my diet and he's gotten used to rock solid turds, firm-dry shit,
and moist-creamy shit. He takes it direct from my hole, drop fed, and hand fed.
He eats shit right off my cock, giving me a blow job while he sucks the crap
from my dick. He's doing much better at suppressing his gag reflex, so he can
stay down on my cock longer and longer.

He still isn't fond of me pissing through his nose, so I've been doing it more
and more. He needs to have his reluctance to anything reduced, so I'm working
on that. He loves drinking from the tap and loves the look of his body covered
in my yellow urine. He now is completely shaved at the crotch and ass, and
loves to tell me about the stares he gets when he goes to the gym.

He's getting comfortable. That needs to change. And it will, at our next
meeting. It's going to get real nasty, real fast. I've changed my diet for this
meeting. It's about to get messy.

He showed up promptly, as usual. Dropped his clothes at the door as always. Met
me in the playroom.

"How many days in you?" was my first question to him.

"Two and a half days, sir," was his answer.

That meant he was very full, but not overloaded. He's been learning to control
his shitting too, to make sure that he's nice and full every time we meet.

"On your knees, ass up," I bark at him.

I hear the sound of his knees hitting the floor fast. He's learned that lesson
as well.

I reached into the chest and pulled out the enema bag that I'd prepared before
he arrived. A turbo enema. This enema mix is one of my favorites. Take a clear
enema bag. It needs to be clear for a reason that will reveal itself shortly.
Fill half full with water. Then take a can of menthol shave cream and spray a
layer of foam on top of the water. Then slowly add more water on top of the
foam.

You'll see in the bag a layer of water, a layer of foam, and a layer of water.
When the enema nozzle is released, the recipient will be able to see that layer
of menthol moving closer and closer to the hose. Then he can watch the foam
flow down the tube, followed by more water. Guaranteed cramps and pain. Good
gut churning.

I shoved the inflatable plug in his hole and pumped it up tight. Very tight. No
possibility of him being able to expel it from his ass. Hooked the enema bag to
the plug. And explained to him what the layer of foam was. Terror in his eyes.

I had 2 liters of liquid in the bag. Add that to a shit-filled ass, and he was
very soon going to be feeling like he was going to explode. Along with the
menthol's action, he was going to be struggling. I wanted him in agony when he
began to eat out my ass.

"Click," he heard as I released the clamp valve. Not too fast, but not a
trickle either, water began to flow into his full shit-hole. I had hung the bag
so that he could watch the bag empty into his butt. It was about 3 feet above
his head, so there was good gravity taking the water into him. Soon, I could
tell that he was feeling the first cramps.

I knew that because of the groans that he started to make. Not even poppers
were helping him much. I knew that the water was making its way around his
turds. Stretching out his rectum, making him feel even fuller than he did when
he walked into the playroom. Making him fuller and fuller.

The first liter was almost in him. I saw his eyes get wider and wider as that
layer of menthol got closer and closer to the hose.

"Yes, pig. That's menthol that'll soon be traveling down and into your hole.
It's going to burn. If you think you have cramps now, just wait a few seconds.
You won't notice it much at first, but as it spreads out through your gut,
it'll start to get real warm and then start burning."

As I was saying this, the foam started to travel into him. There wasn't much
reaction from him at first. He was still coping with the water volume flowing
into him. But as the menthol started to get carried around his shit and flow
next to the lining of his rectum and ass, I could see that it was starting to
have an effect on him. The pig was starting to hurt real bad now.

"Ahhhhhhh," he began to groan. "Fuck, sir. Damn it burns. My guts are on fire!"
he exclaimed. "Please, sir, oh please. No more. I can't take it. It's too
much."

"Remember when I said you gave up the right to say no to me?" I whispered
evilly in his ear.

"Yes, sir, I do," he whimpered.

"Then just shut up and take it then. I'm not backing off because you need it.
You need it bad. Your cock tells me that."

His cock was almost full hard. It's tough to have a rock solid hard dick when
your ass is full of shit and more and more liquid is flowing into it. But he
was almost there. Almost full hard.

I heard him sniffing poppers, hoping for some relief from the fullness and the
cramps. He did seem to take it a little better for a few seconds, but soon he
was back in agony. Almost empty. He'd taken almost all of it. I knew how he
felt. I'd been there before. And I knew just how bad it was. I smiled down at
him. The bag emptied.

I clamped the hose off so he couldn't push any back up the hose. I detached the
bag.

"Roll over on your back, fucker," I told him.

He very slowly turned over and laid down on his back on the floor. His belly
was totally distended. I pressed down on his belly a little and heard him
scream. Time to move on.

I grabbed the low leg rimseat and put it over his face. Even though he was in
total pain, he got further erect. He was prepared to eat shit. Eating my turds
was now familiar territory to him and it turned him on. I was grinning to
myself as I sat down on the seat. My guts were churning big time and needed
relief.

What he didn't know and I did was that I was going to deliver to him liquid
shit from my ass. I had changed my diet so that I would be producing diarrhea.
Totally nasty shit. Almost all liquid, with just a few solids along the way.
The way I make it is to, about two hours before a session, to drink about a
quart of unpasteurized apple cider. That stuff moves through my system really
fast and turns my shit to liquid.

I heard him sniff poppers, waiting for me to deliver to him a nice tasty turd.
He was starting to forget a bit about his belly being so full of water and his
ass burning in his lust for my shit. I felt his tongue start to work on my
hole. I took a few sniffs myself.

His tongue started to probe against my ass ring. Trying to push into it, so
that he could get his first taste of my log. I wasn't relaxing my hole at all.
It was shut up tight as a drum because I knew that as soon as I relaxed it at
all, it was going to let fly with my diarrhea. I heard him start to moan in
frustration that I wasn't letting him into my ring.

I didn't say anything to him, just kept sniffing poppers. I wanted to be flying
when I let loose on him. I also wanted to wait until he had put his mouth all
the way around my hole and had his tongue pressing into my ring. He hadn't done
that yet, so I just kept clenched closed.

The pig was hungry. And disappointed that he hadn't gotten his meal yet. He was
moaning louder. His legs were working up and down as he tried to get into my
ass. I heard him say to me, "Oh God, please. Feed me! Feed me please! I have to
have it sir. Let me have it."

Right after he said that, I felt his mouth open and his lips surround my ring.
I felt his tongue pressing into the center of my tunnel. And I let him have it.
All I had to do was relax my ass a little. His tongue immediately went into my
ring and up into my chute. But it only got in a little before the flood started
to flow out of my ass.

I wasn't pushing, yet. I was letting the liquid shit flow out on its own. It
totally caught him by surprise.

"Keep that mouth wide open, you fuck," I shouted at him. "Take it all, just
keep swallowing."

I could feel my liquid mess back up in his throat and mouth. And then he
swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed some more. I could hear him retch from
the nastiness of it all. This wasn't what he was expecting. And he didn't want
it either. But he took it.

As the natural flow from my butt slowed down, I could then feel him start to
suck on my hole. Not hard, but enough to tell me that he'd successfully crossed
this first barrier to being a diarrhea pig.

"Well," I thought, "if he's sucking, he wants more." No problem.

I started to bear down. Remember I had two days of shit in my ass that I'd a
few hours earlier turned to liquid. But there were still a few chunks in me,
and as I started to push, I could feel a few of them plop out of my hole and
into his mouth. Along with more liquid crap.

I could feel a little seepage from his mouth lock on my anus.

"Tighten that seal, pig. If you have to swallow chunks whole, you'd better do
it."

I felt him respond by pressing tighter on my hole. Now I really started to bear
down.

The shit/liquid mixture really started to flow out of my ass now. His gag
reflex was acting up because of the volume of shit I was feeding him at a very
fast pace. But he was swallowing hard to try to keep up. I felt the last of the
runny shit leave my hole. I knew I'd have a little more in about a half hour,
but I was done for now.

I stood up and took the rimseat off his face. He was lying on the floor
panting. His mouth was open and his eyes were glazed over. He was stunned at
what he'd just done. He'd taken almost an entire ass full of my watery shit.
And he'd swallowed it all.

I knew that the addition of this liquid to his gut was making him even more
uncomfortable. His belly was starting to churn again, now that he was just
lying there. I could smell the diarrhea in his mouth as he lay there panting. I
smiled down at him and blew a mouthful of spit on his face.

"Fucking pig," was all I said.

I went over to the side of the room and carried back a bucket and a blender
jar. I told him to sit on the bucket. He rolled over on his side and slowly
stood up. He was having trouble moving, but he slowly sat on the bucket. I
handed him poppers and told him to get high. He did.

When he was in sex lust from the poppers, I grabbed the bulb on his plug and
let the air out of it. About 5 seconds into release, the plug flew out of his
ass and his guts started to empty into the bucket. He screamed with relief as
all of the sludge in his ass was pumped into the bucket. All that shit. All
that water came out of him almost all at once.

The first wave was out. I told him to keep pushing, so that every bit of it
would go into the bucket. The stench was overwhelming. It made my cock hard as
I smelled the air in the room. I could tell that he was about done emptying
out. I wanted to keep the pace up on him, so I told him to get back on his back
again.

He moved much more quickly this time. He knew he wasn't done and he was a
little afraid, but his gut felt so much better that he didn't think much, he
just did it.

"Well, pig. You drank my diarrhea. Fucking disgusting act on your part. But
since you're soon to become a total pig, that's just one more thing that you'll
be doing regularly for me. Think about it. Liquid crap from my hole. Drinking
it down."

I saw his cock start to respond again as he thought about what was happening to
him.

I unscrewed the bottom of the blender jar. It was a plastic one that would hold
about a quart and a half.

"Open up," I told him. When his mouth was wide open, I set the bottom of the
blender jar into his mouth. The base of it was beyond his teeth, so that he now
could not close his mouth if he wanted to. "Hold the jar in place," I
instructed him. He took one hand and grabbed onto the jar.

I held the poppers to his nose and told him to inhale. I kept it there for
about seven or eight hits, making sure that the pig lust would be on him. When
he was high, I bent down and grabbed the bucket. His eyes opened wide, having
just figured out what I was going to do.

And I did it. I took the bucket and poured it into the jar. I filled it full.
There was still a lot more in the bucket, but the jar was filled with brown
liquid. The first pour was mostly liquid, with only a few pieces of solid. I
didn't say a thing to him. He knew what he was supposed to do. He had no
choice. He took his first gulp. Then his second. And his third.

The level started to drop in the jar. So I poured more in. I saw him wiggle his
head as if to say to me, "No more." Fuck him. He kept swallowing and I kept
pouring. Gravity was pushing the mixture down into his mouth. He was starting
to get into it. I could see him start to swallow faster. I didn't know whether
he was swallowing fast to get it all over with or because he was really getting
into it. I fed him some more poppers.

Now the stuff in the bucket was showing more solids. Since he couldn't chew
because his mouth was held open, all he could do was swallow it whole. As the
solid shit was poured into the jar, it fell through the liquid crap to the
bottom of the jar. Some pieces started to get lodged in his throat. He'd
handled this before with my shit, so he knew what to do. He just swallowed and
worked his throat to move it down into his stomach.

I poured the last of the sludge from the bucket into the jar. It was almost
full again. I could also see that he was getting full. He'd taken a full load
from my ass. And now he was taking the full load from his ass. He'd never
consumed this much before in one session, and I knew that he was getting
bloated. And I also knew that eating so much shit all at once was going to
cause just the reaction I wanted.

He was really struggling now. His pace of eating was slowing down both because
he was so full and because he was dealing with the chunks of turd in his mouth
rather than so much liquid. I stood over him, stroking my totally boned prick.

"Degrade yourself slut. You're eating a shit enema. That combination of water,
and menthol, and shit is all going to go into that stomach of yours. Mixing
with my shit. Filling you up. Gonna have a totally shit full pig on my hands
soon."

He loved it when I started talking to him that way. Reminding him of what kind
of shit hog he was becoming. I knew that because his cock started leaking
again. He took his other hand and started stroking his prick. I didn't stop
him.

As his throat kept working and he kept swallowing, the level in the jar kept
decreasing. I pointed my cock at the jar and added about 5 seconds of piss. But
he kept at it, stroking his dong all the while. He was almost done. Or so he
thought.

On about the last swallow, he shot. His cum arced into the air and landed on
his chin. I watched him cum and knew that he had just had an earth shattering
orgasm. He was wiped out. I hadn't come yet. I was saving it for the next
phase. I reached down and took the jar out of his mouth.

"Jesus, sir. I never knew what that was like. Fuck, sir. That was so hard. But
when I thought about what a low life pig you were making me, all I could do is
want to thank you. Thank you, sir," he told me. He thought we were done for
this session.

But I had one more thing planned for him and this session. Nasty. Depraved. I
walked away from him. He was lying on the floor recovering, so he didn't watch
me as I set up the next step. I grabbed my chair with the hole cut out of the
bottom and moved it to the center of the room. I took the videocamera and set
it in front of the chair so I could video the next action. I was ready.

I grabbed his arm and helped him up. I walked him to the chair and told him to
have a seat. He thought I was being kind. He looked a little surprised when I
reached under him and pulled his nuts through the little opening I had cut in
the seat of the chair. I grabbed a ball clamp and clamped his nuts. Now they
were stretched out and vulnerable. And he couldn't stand up without taking the
chair with him. I turned on the camera.

I set the bucket in his lap. Then took a leather strap and tied the bucket to
his body. I grabbed his hands and tied them in back of the chair. He looked at
me with dread in his eyes. "I'm sure your belly is full, pig," I said quietly
to him.

"Yes, sir, it is," he replied.

"Well, pig, we can't have that. I'm going to help you out," I told him. I
walked over to my toy chest and grabbed a ping pong paddle. I squatted down
behind him and started whacking his nuts with the paddle. I knew that the gut
ache the paddle was going to cause was going to make it tough for him to keep
down what was in his stomach.

He took the paddling well. Whack. Whack. Whack. Harder and harder I kept on
paddling. That gut ache from the paddling combined with the gut ache from
eating four days of shit was starting to cause problems for him.

"Stop sir!" he exclaimed. "I'm not feeling very well. I think I'm going to get
sick if you don't stop."

All that did was make me hit his nuts harder. I watched his body start to
heave. He was going to do just what I wanted him to do. Vomit. Shit vomit. The
nut pain and the stomach fullness was going to make him have to toss it all.
The only comment I made was, "It all better go in the bucket, pig. And keep
your head up. I want to see it." And I want to make sure that it's captured on
the video.

With one final major whack on his nuts, he hurled. Four days of liquified shit
and chunks came back up his throat and out his mouth. The first wave was huge.
All that brown spewing out of his mouth made my cock throb. And I was catching
it on video, so it could be replayed. After the first hurl, there were about
three or four smaller ones.

He was dripping in sweat, having just barfed up the total contents of his
stomach. He sat there drained. My cock was rampant. It stood rock hard away
from my body. I was really getting off on this. I took the bucket out of his
lap and untied him. He didn't move, just sat there with a totally glazed look
on his face.

I looked down into the bucket. It was totally foul. I saw the shit and bile mix
floating there. The smell was awful. The smell of puke was easily overwhelming
the smell of shit and water. I set the bucket on the floor next to him. He
didn't notice and he didn't care. He should have.

I opened my cabinet and took out one of my home made contraptions. It was a lid
to the bucket to which I'd attached a four foot long vacuum cleaner hose. There
was one small hole in the lid. At the end of the hose was a gas mask. He saw me
set the lid on the bucket and reach towards him with the mask. He just sat
there. I put the mask over his face. Now he was going to be breathing nothing
but fumes from the bucket.

As the stench began to be inhaled by him, he started to come alive again. It
was like breathing inside a sewer. Shit. Piss. Barf. All of those scents
combined together was the aroma he was inhaling. At first, I saw him mouth
breathe. He was trying to avoid the smell. But after a few minutes of it, it
started to get to him. He switched from mouth to nose breathing. Inhaling
deeply. The scent getting to him and turning him on again. His cock was rising
in his lap.

When his cock was rock hard again, I unconnected the apparatus. I took the
bucket over to a corner and reset up my blender. I took batches of the shit/
puke mixture from the bucket and blendered it until it was completely liquid.
Each batch was then poured into a series of glasses. By the time I was done I
had six full glasses. Each glass was full of brown liquid, with a head of shit/
puke foam.

I set the glasses in a row on the table. One right next to the other.

"Come here, pigboy," I told him. "And bring your chair with you."

He did what he was told. His cock was at half-mast, knowing what was coming
next. Once again, he was at a barrier. A barrier that he half wanted to and
half didn't want to crawl over. He knew what was going to be expected of him
and he didn't think it was going to be hot, fun, or sexy.

"Want some?" I asked.

"I don't know, sir. I know I need it, I know it's what I have to do, but it's
not something I really want. I mean drinking shit and eating shit is one thing.
But shit mixed with vomit is something else. I mean, I'm going to be drinking
puke, sir," he said to me, totally conflicted about what was going to happen
next.

I was delighted that he wasn't fighting me, even though he was reluctant. His
resistance to being a slime ball was eroding. Now, it was one more thing that
he was going to do to turn into an animal. But it didn't excite him.

I knew that each glass would have a different taste because of where it was
poured from the bucket. I grabbed the glass that was the last out of the
bucket. This one would be most familiar to him, since it was made from mostly
the chunks and the few solids from the enema and diarrhea. I handed it to him.

"Drink it," I told him.

He held the glass up to his mouth. As the aroma of shit hit his nose, his dick
started to respond again. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was
drinking liquid shit, the nastiest form of shit around. That scent was familiar
to him. He took a gulp. He liked it. He quickly drained the first glass down.

His upper lip was coated with some of the foam from the top of the glass. Sort
of like beer foam, only this foam was dark brown. He belched. A nice healthy
shit burp. He grinned back at me. "Shit shakes. What a concept." He then
reached for the second glass and drank it down. He wanted to show me that he
could move further into pigdom on his own.

Glass 3 was less appealing, since the ratio of shit to vomit was starting to
head towards more vomit. He was beginning to notice the more acid taste to what
he was drinking. Glass 4 went down a little more slowly, but his cock was
betraying him. He was back to full hard again.

"You're drinking shit, piss, diarrhea, vomit, all of that mess you fuck. Think
about just how low you are sinking. You eat shit like dinner. You drink piss
like wine. And now you're drinking vomit and shit mixed together. Keep
drinking," I told him.

He grabbed glass 5 and drank it quickly. He wanted to show me that he was
willing to go where he needed to go. He grabbed glass 6. I knew it was the vile
one. Almost all puke with very little shit in it.

"Drink it slow, pig," I told him. "Savor that flavor of your barf."

He did as he was told. I was totally boned. I started stroking my prick. I was
getting ready for the final act in this little play. I saw him just about
finish that last glass.

"Keep that mouth open pig. I have one more thing for you."

He finished and sat there looking up a the ceiling, shattered at what he had
just done. He stroked too, thinking he was going to get my cum into his open
mouth. I turned my head away from him and shoved two fingers down my throat. I
tickled the gag reflex. Just as I felt the contents of my stomach get ready to
heave out of me I turned to him and locked my mouth on his open mouth.

I puked. Right into his open mouth. Full bore vomit. Not mellowed out by any
shit in it, just good old fashioned barf. I felt his mouth fill up quickly with
my puke. He surprised me a little by immediately swallowing my gift. But I had
a little more in me that I hurled up right into his mouth. On the second heave,
I shot. My cum went out of my cock and completely coated his chest. He
swallowed the second heave and came at the same time.

I stood back from him. Looking at the pig I was making. He was about two thirds
of way there, at least to my way of thinking. He had more to learn and more to
do. Further down the path into being a total pig.

"Fuck, sir. That was amazing," he groaned at me. "When can we meet again?"


Part 3 to follow as soon as I've written it.

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