Desperate Employee Feeds Poo-Flavored Soup to Office Pet
Aya was at her wits end. As a dedicated office clerk, she had been working tirelessly to meet the demands of her bosses, often neglecting her own needs in the process. But today, she couldn't ignore the desperation clawing at her insides any longer. Her bladder felt like it was ready to burst, and she knew she needed to find relief soon.
Just then, she heard a familiar sound - the pathetic whining of her office pet. Aya sighed wearily and approached the small, squalid cage that housed the creature. It was just a dog, an ordinary pet, but it had become her responsibility after hours of training. The animal seemed to sense her arrival, its tail wagging excitedly as it pressed its snout against the bars.
"Not now," Aya muttered under her breath, trying to ignore the pitiful looks from the animal. She knew what it wanted - food. But she didn't have the energy to prepare something fancy. All she could muster was a bowl of piss and shit soup, the same thing she fed it every morning.
Without another thought, she squatted over the glass bowl, letting her stream of piss pour into it. The ammonia stench made her eyes water, but she forced herself to continue. After all, this was for the pet's benefit... right? She emptied her bladder, filling the bowl with a warm, golden cascade of urine. Finally, she leaned forward and unleashed a soft, round turd that landed perfectly in the middle of the soup.
As she stood up, Aya couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Was this really the best meal she could give her pet? She watched as the dog eagerly lapped up the soup, its tongue darting out to catch every last drop of the pungent liquid. The animal seemed to enjoy it, its tail thumping against the side of the cage in anticipation.
Aya shook her head, trying to push away the nagging voice of doubt. This was their routine, after all. The pet was her responsibility, and she had to take care of it. As she turned to walk away, she couldn't help but notice the pet's small, frail frame. It looked up at her with big, pleading eyes, begging for more.
She sighed again, knowing what had to be done. Aya knelt down by the cage and gently stroked the animal's head, trying to calm it down. Then, with a deep breath, she spread her legs wide and leaned forward. The pet's tongue darted out again, this time aiming for something else entirely.
It licked her anus, cleaning up the remnants of her bowel movement with surprising eagerness. She couldn't help but flinch at the feeling, but also felt a strange sense of satisfaction knowing that her pet was getting what it needed. After a few moments, the pet had finished its task, leaving Aya's anus squeaky clean.
With one final pat on the head, Aya stood up and grabbed the leash attached to the dog's collar. She led it over to the soiled bowl, watching as it dove in with surprising enthusiasm. The sight made her stomach churn, but also filled her with a strange sense of pride. This is what they called 'survival of the fittest' - or in this case, 'survival of the most depraved'.
As the pet lapped up the last drops of piss and shit soup, Aya couldn't help but wonder if she had crossed a line. But then again, she thought, they were both just pawns in this twisted game of corporate politics. And at least now they both had something to eat.
