Now facing up at the dog, you watched those black, slightly fuzzy, definitely musky orbs droop down once more, making you want to yell out in disgust as they obscured your view. It seemed the poodle wasn't finished quite yet. It's heavy nuts left an imprint on what you could call your "face", some hairs getting stuck on you and annoying you due to the fact that you couldn't spit them out. You could still get a slight peek of what was going on beyond those low-hangers. And what you could make out disgusted you. The brown-stained pucker was opening once more, the head of a new, thicker log of shit began to crown out. It's stench made you wish you could gag, but then you remembered that in your current predicament, that'd result in you getting a mouthful of poodle nutsack. But you weren't sure if that was really any worse than being a sentient piece of dog shit, especially one that was seemingly going to be at the bottom of the pile.
The poodle ripped ass as that turd was pushed out, coating your "body" with an extra layer of eau de dog bowel. Three more slimy shitlogs pushed their way out of the poodle's asshole, smothering you and attracting more flies your way than you'd ever wished for. You were totally weighed down by the stuff now, and you could feel them start to sink into your total "body" mass, being as soft and malleable as they were. You were praying the genie would come soon, eagerly awaiting to wish yourself back to normal again...
But the genie seemed to be taking his sweet time, unluckily for you, because the poodle was turning around now, lowering its head to sniff at you, it's leavings. You were disgusted as the dog stuck its tongue out and started to lap at your "head", wondering how it could even think of doing that to you when you tasted so awful. But the licking of your "head" meant that some of your mind had stuck to its tongue, leaving your thoughts distorted, your memories slightly fuzzy. Was there really a genie? Surely there had to be a better explanation for your current situation, right? Perhaps... someone had done this to you. You don't know who, but at the moment a genie is the furthest explanation from your mind right now. After all, you weren't always just a lump of dogshit, were you?...