Cheap dog Tingting

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Chapter 1: Lewd Beast - Lowly Dog
My name is Li Tingting, I'm twenty-one years old, a computer science graduate, and currently living in Cairo pursuing a master's degree in archaeology. Because I'm very interested in ancient Egyptian black magic, I'm dedicated to the study of cuneiform script. In my spare time, I've also studied medical surgery and traditional Chinese medicine (and of course, other professional knowledge and skills, which I've been secretly learning behind everyone's back). Due to personal reasons, I never have a boyfriend, never attend parties, and rarely go out (except at night) except to buy necessities. My friends often jokingly call me an old maid wasting my youth
. Well, whatever, I'm very fulfilled every day! Okay, enough rambling, let's get to the point.
Today is the last day of the semester. After attending the graduation ceremony, I declined my friends' invitations and returned to my small apartment where I live alone. Since I need to earn money, I started an online electronics studio, specializing in creating various electronic software programs and translating professional books. The income is pretty good. My friends often say that with my looks, I could easily find a rich boyfriend without having to work myself to the bone. I tell them I only like spending money I earn myself. They all find it unbearable.
The room's decor has a youthful and vibrant feel. I turned on my computer and entered my studio. After three hours of hard work, I finally finished all my work for the day. Then I posted a notice on the bulletin board stating that due to work commitments, the studio would only accept assignments every three days from now on.
After completing the task, I stripped naked and performed a set of my self-created fitness boxing. Then I checked the time; it was 3:30. Hmm, I need to call you gentlemen first. Yes, gentlemen, this is why I'm a lowly dog. While other girls pestered their parents for candy and pastries, I would spend my free time sneaking into public men's restrooms, inhaling the pungent stench, rubbing my breasts, which were much larger than those of my peers, against the overflowing excrement in the latrine, and wiggling my equally large buttocks to savor the feces in the latrine. (To Dad...) Because my mom was busy with work, I was very happy during that time. However, this happy period didn't last long. In less than half a year, my skin became increasingly yellow, covered with light spots, and my complexion gradually turned bluish. My whole body emitted a faint stench, and my stomach often cramped. My parents were very busy, so they only contacted and made an appointment with an old Chinese medicine doctor, telling me to go see him myself. I went, very excited, shivering all over, my whole body screaming "Go quickly, go quickly!" Just as my body told me, it really changed me, making me a truly despicable dog.
The moment I first saw that gentleman, my body acted before my mind. I stripped naked, crawled to his feet, and savored his toes peeking out from under his socks, wriggling my hips. His rough, dry, warm fingers sometimes caressed my large buttocks, sometimes pinched and slapped my plump flesh, and sometimes played with my penis and genitals until I was wet with desire and my legs were weak as I lay prostrate between his legs. Then he clapped his hands and said,
"Speak, what do you want?"
"This lowly dog requests permission from sir to learn Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"That's it?" "
Yes. From now on, this lowly dog is sir's personal slut."
"Haha...good, you'll be the first lecherous animal with knowledge of Traditional Chinese Medicine..."
That evening, I called my parents and told them that this illness required long-term treatment, that I needed to take a break from school and move to the doctor's house for slow treatment. The doctor also said that elementary school courses weren't too difficult, and he could teach me. I told them that for better treatment, they didn't need to visit me often, and that they were too busy. I told them to call me again when I was fully recovered, and they would have time to see me then. My parents didn't suspect anything and were pleased with my understanding. Thus, my physical transformation began.
For the first three months, of course, it was about cleansing my body, detoxifying and eliminating impurities. Next came my figure; my husband said my hips and waist were still a few points short of his standards. He taught me Traditional Chinese Medicine every day, starting with the various acupoints on the body, and then concocting aphrodisiacs. Naturally, all the concoctions were used on me. Every time he applied the aphrodisiacs, he would happily praise me for my talent. Looking into his eyes, shining with joy, I felt immense satisfaction. From then on, I became even more enthusiastic about concocting various aphrodisiac ointments and decoctions. The amount I applied and ingested daily was countless. Since it was all Chinese medicine, I wasn't worried about side effects; a little exercise would expel them through sweat. My exercise included constant contractions and squeezing of my vagina and rectum, and three hours of treadmill exercise every day. Because I'm like a dog, of course, I lay down and kept running and running for three hours. At 1:30 pm, I crawled through a dog hole in the doctor's yard to the neighbor's house. The neighbor was a 49-year-old middle-aged man who loved dogs but couldn't afford to keep a purebred, so he took in many stray dogs.
"Hey, you little slut, you're here."
I happily ran to his feet, savoring his toes. He pulled the trainer out of my vagina and buttocks. I bent over to receive his rough thrusts. I kept twisting my buttocks to match his movements, and my vagina contracted and relaxed in rhythm with his thrusts. He cried out in pleasure, constantly whipping my buttocks with the trainer in his hand. More than a dozen stray dogs he had taken in gathered around. Finally, he ejaculated his divine fluid into my body. After his ancient artifact was pulled out, another hot ancient artifact was inserted into my body. One after another, my body was constantly filled with divine fluid until the sun set and the moon climbed to the treetops. Only then did the last one ejaculate into my body. At this time, my hair, cheeks, and body were covered with divine fluid, and my belly was like that of a pregnant woman. I picked up the trainer and staggered back to my husband's yard. After going through pregnancy, recuperation, and induced labor (of course, I wore a corset at all times), six months later, my figure completely met my husband's standards: full breasts, a curvy bottom, and a wasp waist.
I knew my husband didn't like me eating feces, so I stopped. I prepared various aphrodisiac dishes and soups, as well as nutritious fruit purees for myself. Because my husband liked milk, I prepared myself to have the physique of a dairy cow. Seeing his childlike, satisfied smile when he milked me every day filled me with immense happiness. Because my husband's health was poor, I worked even harder to prepare medicinal dishes, soups, and nutritious teas to make my milk even more nutritious. The doctor explained that because the human body lacks the gut bacteria found in dogs, it cannot properly break down feces. Incomplete decomposition of feces leads to their accumulation and the formation of toxins. Therefore, the first step was to cultivate similar probiotics in my intestines and regularly prepare herbal decoctions to cleanse the dead probiotics. After a year of exploration, experimentation, and adjustments, suitable probiotics finally formed in my intestines, capable of quickly breaking down feces, phlegm, leftover food, and other waste, without any side effects. Only the dead probiotics needed to be cleaned up periodically with medication. Although the entire process was long and painful, it was a success, and I experienced a unique and unparalleled pleasure that most people cannot.
"The initial agreement has been reached, your body is fully recovered, there are no more questions, you can leave tomorrow," the doctor said to me as I was milking, his body growing increasingly weak.
"No, please, don't send me away. I'm your slut; your pleasure is my happiness."
The man stopped speaking, and I devoted myself even more diligently to nourishing my breasts, performing all sorts of erotic dances and lewd acts to please him and make him happy. Even so, he didn't survive the winter of my eighteenth birthday. After the man passed away, I recuperated for a month, then told my parents I was going to Cairo, Egypt. They were too preoccupied to care about me anymore, so they let me go. I'm so glad I made that decision, because here I met all those men and became their slut—their lowly dog.
After finishing my phone call, reporting the situation to everyone, and setting a meeting time, I lifted the mat under my computer desk and entered my real living space. Yes, the above was just a facade for making money and when necessary, not my real living space. This basement, filled with the stench of feces, is where I truly live. In the center, the white thing filled with sticky, runny feces is my bed. To my left is my treadmill, timed for three hours, and to my right is an electric pregnancy contraction trainer, also timed for three hours. After finishing these two exercises, it was already past 7 p.m. Because it was a daily routine, my breathing was still relatively normal. I lay down on my bed, which was actually a cesspool, covered in sticky feces. I carefully smeared feces all over my body, including my face, hair, genitals, and anus. Then I submerged my entire body in the fecal soup, leaving only my nose exposed, and then closed my eyes to rest while drinking the fecal soup. When my clock struck ten, I emerged from the cesspool, cleaned myself of all the excrement, left the basement, closed the door, covered myself with a mat, and went into the bathroom. The medicinal solution I had prepared that morning was still steaming—perfect temperature. I sat in the solution, soaking myself and carefully washing every part of my body. I boiled a dose of the medicinal soup, drank it, and then used the liquid for an enema. I glanced at my watch; it was 11:30. Since it was in the suburbs, there was practically no one around. I crawled naked out of the house, locked the door, and disappeared into the bushes.
The deep black night sky twinkled with stars like silver diamonds. It was 12:10 AM. I squinted, enjoying the wind on my skin, and crawled through the roadside grass, wiggling my hips. Yes, that's right. If anyone were around, they would see a naked woman crawling through the grass, her full, plump, and white buttocks swaying. Her large breasts bounced with each movement. Every now and then, she would climb onto the main road to look around, then disappointingly crawl back into the grass. She did this countless times until finally, a large truck drove up from the end of the road and stopped. Two men got out of the cab, wearing dirty clothes, shoes, and gloves stained with yellow dirt, and reeking of a pungent stench. I happily crawled out, wiggling my hips and licking their shoes. The two men squatted down and... Caught in the middle, I closed my eyes in bliss, letting them shove their foul tongues into my mouth, swirling and sucking. They put their gloved hands into my two drooling mouths below, roughly probing them. I excitedly twisted my hips, responding to their movements, moaning loudly. The two men pulled their saliva-covered hands out and held them out in front of me. I happily savored them little by little. Just then, a loud shout came from the truck's trailer: "You little slut, eat up..."
The two men exchanged a smile and shoved their enormous penises into my mouth, thrusting them in and out. After about eleven or twelve minutes, two thick, foul-smelling streams of semen shot into my mouth. I swallowed them all, cleaned up the spilled semen, and then savored the two enormous penises. Then, I knelt before the two men:
"This slut begs you two gentlemen to reward this slut with your essence. This slut's stomach is so hungry," I pleaded softly.
Two men laughed and sat on my face. I opened my mouth wide, savoring the foul-smelling excrement. Yes, savoring it. To me, male excrement, especially feces, was the ultimate delicacy, a sacred thing.
I chewed happily, tasting it with my tongue, trembling with bliss.
There were thirteen men around me, including those in front of me, all excrement cleaners, and I was their slut, living off their excrement.
They kept laughing and joking: "Look how excited that slut is eating, she's drooling!"
"A slut is a slut, wagging her tail at the sight of excrement, look at that wiggling ass..."
"Slut..." "Slut..." "Dead dog..."
These are my masters, I am their lewd animal—a slut. I used my tongue to carefully clean the noble clefts of the two masters in front of me, crawled down and tasted their feet, wiggling my ass. The two men laughed, kicked my breast hard, and cursed, "Slut, get out of here..."
"Thank you for your graciousness, masters..." Hmm, these are the noble footprints of the two masters, so happy... I happily wiggled my ass and crawled to the back of the car,
"Slut greets all the masters..."
"Damn it, you're so slow..." A short, stocky man jumped off the bus, kicked me to the ground, grabbed my hair, and dragged me onto the bus. I staggered and climbed in. Just then, a car pulled up from behind, its headlights shining directly on my plump, white buttocks. Once I was on the bus, I was, of course, dragged around and slapped countless times across the face and breasts by the impatient crowd. My face and breasts were hot and numb, covered in countless red marks, and my body was covered in bruises. My pathetic appearance made everyone laugh. The men surrounded me, some roughly pinching and twisting my breasts, some hitting my breasts and buttocks with their shoes, some making me open my mouth and spitting thick phlegm into it, and some whistling and smoking, stubbing their cigarettes on my breasts. The sounds of slapping, laughter, and whistling filled the air. Then someone said,
"You slut, I'm bored. Any games?"
"Huh, a game?"
"Damn it, you dog, you're a dog, not an echo chamber..."
By this time, the car had been driving for almost ten minutes. The car whose headlights had shone on my big butt finally approached. It was a convertible with five people inside. They seemed familiar; three were Japanese, and two were Russian.
"Oh my god, that's a woman..." the Japanese driver exclaimed!
"Help...help...please, save me..." A flash of light crossed my mind, and I lunged forward, desperately screaming at them. My naked body was exposed to the five men under the car headlights. My face, covered in dried feces, had tears welling in my desperate eyes. My full breasts were covered in cigarette burns, and my body was covered in bruises. I cried out for help in despair...
The people in the convertible took out their phones and cameras, snapping pictures of my disheveled state, whistling incessantly:
"Damn, those breasts are gorgeous, this chick is yours..."
"Help, I was kidnapped, save me..."
"Damn, what are you barking about, you dead dog?" A man walked over, grabbed my hair, slapped me, and forced me to my knees. "Ignore her, she's our slut. Where's your friend?"
"Help...help...I'm not..." I struggled, crying and begging for help: "Please save me..."
“Damn…” The man slapped me angrily, grabbed my arms behind my back, pulled my messy hair back, and twisted it tightly around my arms, tying it into a knot at my wrist. He then clamped me between his legs and kept slapping me and my breasts. “Damn, you slut, if you keep causing trouble…”
“Just got back from a birthday party. Is this your slut? Those breasts are huge. Can we borrow them for the night…”
“Sure, but there has to be a trade. We want to participate too, and we want to film the whole thing! Hey, Chi Luo, stop the car.”
“No problem, but…” I glanced at my companions and stopped the car as well.
“We’ll go check it out. You watch the slut.” The other men said to the man next to me. I stuck my tongue out at the men, winked mischievously, and whispered, "How is it? Does it look like me?"
The men glared at me fiercely, and as they got off the bus, one of them kicked my scrotum hard... Hehe... That's great. I happily wiggled my butt, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth wide, looking longingly at the man who was holding me captive.
The man slapped my buttocks, laughed, and cursed, "You dead dog!" He spat a mouthful of phlegm into my open mouth. I held the phlegm in my mouth, slowly stirring it with my tongue, carefully dissolving the sticky phlegm and filling my entire oral cavity. Like anyone who loves candy, I slowly sucked on my "candy," the delicious candy slowly melting and disappearing in my mouth. I looked at the man longingly again. Seeing my longing gaze, the man untied my arms and roughly thrust his "great weapon" into my mouth, spraying urine mixed with his own fluids into my mouth. I panted, tasting the remaining fluids and urine on his "great weapon."
The man satisfiedly pinched my breasts and said, "You slut, not bad. I'll reward you with my gold, how about it?"
"Good game, I'll reward you with gold too..."
"You slut, not bad, your acting was good, you even fooled me..."
"Well done, I'll reward you..."
Looking back, everyone had returned, and the five men stared at me in disbelief.
I gave them a fawning smile, then crawled back inside to find my basin. I carried it back to the men's feet, and one of them grabbed my hair and dragged me off the vehicle.
The men squatted to one side, defecating in my basin. I lay on the other side, savoring the excrement between their groins while enjoying my meal. The men around me either urinated or spat into the basin, or fucked my vagina and anus. While the men rested, I entertained them with various lewd positions: lifting one leg to urinate into the basin; stuffing strips of excrement into my vagina and anus, then scooping them out and eating them bit by bit; wriggling my hips and crawling back and forth between the men, savoring their feet bit by bit; sticking my head between their legs, begging them to hit my face hard with their "big tools." The men laughed incessantly, spitting on me constantly. I diligently wriggled my hips and shook my breasts to please them, carefully savoring the spit.
The five men, marveling at my big ass and big breasts, kept slapping me.
"You bastard, you deceived my friends, please punish me!" After enjoying my golden feast, I had another idea to entertain these gentlemen.

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