Defecation Training (2)
"Livestock Number B62, what do you think you're doing? This is still part of the training. Keep your eyes open and focus on the screen in front of you."
"Ugh... Y-yes..."
Heo Seong-ah barely pried open her heavy eyelids, forcing her eyes wide. She grimaced at the sight of her own shame filling the screen.
"You need to watch with your own eyes and learn firsthand how to tense your sphincter muscles to defecate. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
Another cruel order followed. Learning how to tense the sphincter for defecation... Any human picked it up naturally without instruction. Forcing her to watch was just a way to stoke the livestock's humiliation.
"Livestock Number B62, another minute has passed. The longer you delay without defecating, the more penalties you'll face—yourself. Got it?"
"Hic... Yes, Manager..."
"If you understand, then tense up and defecate quickly."
There was no time to agonize. Heo Seong-ah twisted her face in humiliation and bore down on her lower abdomen.
"Nngh..."
She pushed to her limit, face flushing beet red, then released at the brink of breathlessness and bent her waist forward.
"Haaah..."
Her lower belly, which had ached with cramps since morning, now lay utterly still for some reason. Her mind's fierce resistance—I don't want to shit like this—was holding it back.
"Six minutes left."
"Nngaaah...!"
Heo Seong-ah let out an ugly groan and strained again. Her sphincter bulged out grotesquely, as if it might evert, then snapped back as she relaxed. With its vulgar twitching came a single drop of pussy juice dripping from her slit.
"Haaah... Hoo..."
This felt less like defecation training and more like pussy-clenching practice.
"Nngh... Ah!"
Straining once more, Heo Seong-ah's urethra betrayed her, loosening to trickle urine. Once started, she couldn't stop it no matter how hard she clenched. The arc of piss streamed into the pit below and vanished.
"Livestock Number B62, you dare piss yourself during defecation training?"
"S-sorry! But I can't help it..."
Tensing her lower abdomen made all the connected muscles—sphincter, pussy, urethra—pulse and relax in tandem. It was an unavoidable physiological response... Getting punished for it would drive her mad with injustice.
Thankfully, the Manager just glanced at his wristwatch without a word.
"Livestock Number B62, three minutes left."
"Nngaaah...!"
Heo Seong-ah relentlessly bore down, urging her bowels. Prbt—
"Ah..."
A fart burst from her silent rear. The humiliating sound shattered the quiet. Her straining froze.
"Uu..."
Shame burned through her. She was too mortified to lift her head. At least it was odorless.
"Two minutes left."
The Manager continued his countdown with a blank expression. His constant prodding made her feel like the shit inside wouldn't come out at all.
"Nngaaah...!" Pffft—
The instant she clenched her ass, another shameful fart leaked out. Face crimson, Heo Seong-ah hung her head, sniffling.
"One minute left."
"Kh..."
Biting back shame, she strained desperately to shit. She was pushing so hard something had to give, but the drug kept everything stubbornly backed up.
"Time's up."
"Hic..."
In the end, Heo Seong-ah failed to defecate within the limit. She'd earned this chance to shit, only to blow it and face punishment anyway. Sobbing, she started down the stairs—but...
"Livestock Number B62, what are you doing?"
"Huh?"
"Maintain your position."
Haah... The Manager sighed deeply and rummaged in a box in the corner.
"Livestock Number B62, let me say it again: You've been granted a 'defecation opportunity' and you're undergoing 'defecation training.' Livestock in training don't get to leave without shitting. That's not allowed."
"Yes, Manager... But no matter how hard I push, it won't come out..."
"I know. It's the effect of the drug injected into your anus."
"Huh...?"
Last night, the drug pumped into Heo Seong-ah's anus was designed to maximize nutrient absorption from minimal meals for peak efficiency. It also solidified even liquid intake into solid waste—but as a side effect, it caused severe constipation.
"Waiting longer won't help. Time for special measures."
"Y-yes...?"
After digging through the box, the Manager pulled out a thumb-sized tube. Oval like a pill, with a tiny nozzle at one end. Pop the cap, squeeze, and liquid squirted out like a syringe. Heo Seong-ah could guess what was inside without asking.
"I'm giving you an enema now. Come down and get on all fours."
"N-no, wait... I can push harder without that..."
Heo Seong-ah shook her head frantically. Shitting was humiliating enough—now an enema too?
"Livestock Number B62."
"Y-yes, Manager...!"
"I'll forgive you once. As livestock, you do whatever I say, no exceptions. No saying no. You have no right to refuse. Understood?"
"Hic... Y-yes..."
Haah... "I can't believe I'm repeating myself this much already. This is the last time. I trust you've grasped your place. Disobey or show reluctance again, and punishment starts immediately. Got it?"
"Yes...! S-sorry..."
"Then get on the floor, ass up. Execute."
Livestock had no say. She knew she couldn't defy the absolute Manager... but instinctive revulsion stalled her anyway.
"Uu..."
Heo Seong-ah descended the stairs with a tear-streaked face. Turning her back to the impassive Manager, she knelt, palms flat, and bent over.
"Can't see past your ass. Arch your back more, lift your hips higher. Execute."
Even this pose was mortifying... but the Manager demanded precision as he prepped the enema.
"Kh..."
She pressed her waist down as far as possible, thrusting her ass skyward. Her hidden anus and pussy were now obscenely exposed, as if begging for it.
"Hold still."
"Hic...!"
The tube's tip plunged into her anus without hesitation. No pain from the tiny size, but squeezing it unleashed liquid torment beyond imagination.
"Ah... Aaaah!!"
Pain in her gut? Hard to say. Was this even "pain"?
"Hic... Haa...!"
Her inert lower belly suddenly gurgled. Trembling violently in her bent pose, Heo Seong-ah sweated profusely amid rising fever. She clenched and released her sphincter repeatedly, panting roughly. Only twenty seconds since insertion.
"Don't want punishment? Hold it."
"Kk... Ngh...!"
"Three minutes, then you can shit."
Three minutes? Impossible. Kneeling now, Heo Seong-ah pressed her heels into her ass crack and rubbed her belly gently. Pale-faced, moaning, she prayed for time to pass.
"Three minutes up."
Those three hours—like minutes ended. Before permission even came, Heo Seong-ah bolted to the pit, legs splayed wide in a squat. Her shame blared on the screen, but she had no time for that. Solely fixated on shitting, she bore down with everything she had.
Spluuuurt—
"Haaaah..."
Her clenched anus gaped, and the mass inside peeked out.
"Ugh... Ngh... Hiiik...!"
The drug had altered her shit's nature. Transparent, jelly-like and firm, it extruded like a worm, inch by inch.
"Nngaaah...!"
Face bursting, she pushed, and slimy turd strained free. "Haaa..." But relaxing sent it slithering back. Too exhausting to segment; easing up only stimulated her anal folds, sparking defecation pleasure.
"Nngaaah!!"
In the end, to expel the over-two-meter slime, Heo Seong-ah strained nonstop. Urine trickled from her loosened urethra; gut relief brought ecstasy. A faint orgasm washed her blissful face.
"Haaa..." Splatter—
The slime tail flopped limply into the pit. Legs giving out, Heo Seong-ah tumbled down the stairs onto the floor.
"Good job."
"Eek?!"
Without warning, more fluid stabbed her ass. Injected with the same drug, she clutched her gurgling belly and groaned.
"You'll shit like this daily from now on. Learn to do it without the enema."
"Hic... Y-yes..."
Daily? Like this?
"Ha-ut..."
Mysterious pleasure surged. Heo Seong-ah curled her legs, moaning. A sticky drop of arousal fell from her gripping pussy, voicing her feelings for her.