And a very big breakfast he indeed eat. Jeff could sense a large pressure moving up his "throat" and so did Fang. Fang immediatly stopped playing with his toy and began to wander the yard .sniffing for a spot to go. Jeff began to panic at the sudden change and feeling. He knew what was coming. The pressure was now behind his "mouth" and another hot fart slipped out.
Pppppprrrrrrtttt
Fang than squatted, Jeffs face only inches from the ground. Then, against Jeffs will, Fang began to push. Jeff would have screamed had not fresh dog shit was being squeezed out his "mouth". Jeff felt his new muscles stretch as the gigantic log of shit was being squeezed out his ring like hole towards the earth. Fang was finding this excretion quite pleasurable, but not so much Jeff. Slowly but surely the first log fell, then came another. Just as firm as the first and left behind just as bad an aftertaste that Jeff will never forget. Log after log of shit stretched Jeffs "mouth" until the last one fell from his puckered lips. Fang then stood turned and ran back to his toy while jeff dealt with his new shit covered form.