You stare Jack, your rapidly changing cock, growing completely erect, longing for his musky body, you don't want to disappoint him. "Nah it's not, give me some more," you retort, trying to put on a brave face.
Jack grins evilly, "You want some more? You got it." He throws the jar down on the floor and reaches in his boxers, and pulls out a pile of his own soft green scat and before you can protest, he shoves it into your mouth, holding his dirty paws on your snout, holding it shut, forcing you to suffer through rancid, sour taste of Jack's shit, trying to avoid throwing up as you feel the bits of corn touch your mouth. You can't swallow it fast enough, to get it out of your mouth, yet the taste still lingers. You want to stop, but you want to front for Jack even more, breathing in the rank scent of his fur longingly.
"C-can I have some more," you manage to stammer out, readjusting to accommodate your rapidly growing tail.
Jack looks at you laughing. "Well, well I guess we aren't giving you good food anymore bro, only shit. Don't worry, the cafeteria's always open," he says dying laughing. Scooping another handful into your snout open snout. You listen to him laugh as you eat more scat, much to your suprise, this time it isn't quite as bad, you almost enjoy the spoiled, wet taste of Jack's shit. As he turns his attention back to the tv you start trying to go for another round, but resist your urge to, deciding on something else instead.