You smile friendlily at the young man, who seems shocked, horrified, and disgusted at having found a big, poopy lumberjack in the dressing room. He pinches his nose, gagging at the smell and backs. You simply reach down into the bloated backseat of your pants, and pull out a fat, nasty, slimy turd. The young man’s eyes go wide as you hold it out to him, “Howdy son,” You say, trying to sound as nonthreatening as possible, “Want a bite?”
The man looks like he’s about to puke as he backs away. You get out of the shit covered dressing room and approach him, massive piece of crap still steaming in your hand, sludge dripping from it. “Yer a bit skinny, eh? Thought you could use some meat on yer bones.” You suddenly realize that you’ve developed a bit of a French-Canadian accent, not that you mind of course. The man just backs up, terrified, “N-No I just ate…” he whimpers, and mutters something like ‘are you insane’ under his breath. You roll your eyes, “More for me then, eh?” You suddenly shove the turd into your mouth, chewing loudly on it.
The man looks like he’s about to vomit as he watches you consume your own shit. Your hand dives back in and pulls out another thick turd that you take a bite out of you, “You sure you don’t want any?” You ask, mouth full of scat. The guy continues trying to escape, but unfortunately trips and lands on his ass, with you looming over him. Some of your goopy shit drips from your maw onto the poor sap’s shirt. He looks like he’s about to faint. “There’s plenty to go around, ya know?” As you say this you feel a gurgle in your gut, and lean over again, as more thick, goopy, chunky shit is unloaded into your pants, making them bulge out even more.
The man just gawks at the sight of a lumberjack shitting himself while standing over him. Seeing this as an opportunity, you suddenly shove the half-finished turd into his gaping mouth. He’s shocked and disgusted, “What the fuck?!” He yells as he attempts to get it out, except that he… doesn’t. As soon as the taste of shit hits his tongue, his eyes glaze over, the log still in his hand. Then he raises it to his mouth and takes a big bite out of it, then another, then another. “Thought ya looked hungry.” You pull out another turd from your pants and drop it into his lap. He picks up this one and starts digging in just as eagerly.
“What did you do to me?!” He moans, mouth full of crap. “I-I can’t… stop..” He groans. He burps up more of the shit, obviously disgusted, but can’t help putting more of it away. “Want some more, do ya? Well, don’ worry none, I got plenty right here.” Smacking your belly, you turn around and lower your pants, exposing your massive, shit covered asshole, which suddenly releases a loud, spluttering fart, followed by a massive dump of dung on the ground in front of the man. Unable to stop himself, he immediately goes to the pile and begins shoveling more of the stinky, brown goop into his mouth.
You can see the man changing, getting fatter. A bright, curly red beard begins to grow on his face, as his shirt becomes a blue, plaid one, and his pants becomes large, black overalls. All of it is quickly stained with shit that’s dripping from his mouth and spilling from your massive ass. A beanie soon appears on the man’s head, with a delightfully embroidered ‘Charlie’ on it. You chuckle, “Likin’ yer meal there, Charlie?” He looks up confused, before some sort of realization seems to befall him, “Aw, yep! I was starvin’! Thanks fer this, Jack.” You smile, “Just helpin’ out a brother, eh?” After the shit pile is about 3 feet high, you sit down in your dirty, lumberjack pants and enjoy the meal with your brother. As far as you can remember, Charlie’s always been your brother.
He burps again, this time savoring the smell of your delicious poop, before letting out a fart of his own, filling more of the room with stink, and, suddenly, lets out a massive dump into his pants, filling them with more goopy brown dung. He sighs and adjusts himself, clearly enjoying the feeling of the mess he’s just made, before resuming his ‘meal’ with you. You completely understand. The only thing better than a big, full belly, are big, full pants filled with steaming hot shit.