Chapter 10: The Bald Woman’s Invasion

Another shit-filled morning on Mary and Joan’s farm. The bedroom was filthy as always: the bed soaked in diarrhea, the walls splattered with vomit, the floor covered in puddles of piss, cum, and shit.

Once again, the rooster didn’t crow. He silently slipped in through the window to scare Putty, just like before. But this time, Putty was ready.

He jumped onto the bed, stopped right next to her face, puffed out his chest, stretched his neck ... and before he could let out his first crow, Putty grabbed him by the neck with a firm hand.

The rooster’s eyes bulged, wings flapping desperately. A thin stream of white liquid diarrhea dripped from his cloaca onto the mattress. He was pure terror.

Putty smiled menacingly: — This time you’re not getting away, you feathered son of a bitch...

She stood up on the bed, still naked, her body completely slimy from the night’s fucking. The rooster thrashed around, clucking muffled, his little legs kicking in the air.

Putty squatted on the edge of the bed, raised her ass, spread her cheeks with one hand, and with the other, shoved the rooster’s head straight into her asshole.

Her ass opened easily, swallowing the bird’s entire head. The rooster flapped his wings wildly, feathers flying, body shaking.

Putty moaned in pleasure: — That’s it ... get in there, you bastard ... now you’re gonna learn what it feels like...

She opened the floodgates of her intestines. Liters and liters of thick, hot, pasty diarrhea began gushing straight into the rooster’s open beak. The bird gagged, his body inflating like a balloon. His belly visibly swelled, round and stretched, full of bubbling shit.

— Take it all ... fill that feathered belly... — Putty moaned, grinding her hips to push him deeper.

The rooster was already round like a ball, eyes bulging, beak open, gurgling shit. Putty pulled him out of her ass with a wet yank. The rooster fell onto the mattress, dazed, diarrhea pouring from his open beak.

Putty grabbed him with both hands, held him over her face, and squeezed his body like a tube of toothpaste. The rooster began vomiting violently into her mouth. All the shit he had just swallowed came rushing back out, hot and thick, mixed with chicken saliva.

Putty opened her mouth wide, drinking everything, swallowing big gulps while the rooster deflated back to normal size, limp and trembling.

She grabbed the rooster by the neck and threw him out the window like a bag of trash.

— There, now we’re even. Go crow somewhere far away, you asshole! — Putty said, licking her shit-covered lips.

Pôia entered the room at that moment, carrying a bucket and mop, ready to clean up the morning mess like she did every day. She stopped at the door, seeing Putty still squatting on the edge of the bed with her mouth dirty with shit.

Pôia licked her lips slowly, her eyes shining with shy desire: — Putty... — she whispered in her soft, delicate voice — could you ... maybe let me drink a little of your diarrhea? Just a little ... please...

Putty opened a huge smile: — Of course, my cutie ... come here ... have breakfast straight from the source.