Cow dung Tank (Browsing Warning)

※The content is scatological and messy.

Story

When a ranch sent her a request to clean the manure puddle of a cattle barn for a long period of time, Rachel accepted the request out of curiosity and went to the ranch as fast as she could.

Upon arrival, she is led to a manure dump and made to take a little test.

After successfully completing the task, "Waste tank" (one of her names in this ranch) and 4 rules were written on her stomach with a pen with special ink.

1, Cleaning a manure puddle

2、Transportation of stored manure piles

3、Living in a manure dump

4. Only cow manure for meals.

In addition to these four rules, a recording and delivery of the upcoming activity was added.

Rachel was momentarily surprised because this was not in the request form, but gladly accepted.

After receiving a sticker on their chest with a barcode to introduce their ID, they immediately jumped into a manure puddle full of cow manure.

A few months later...

"Ohhhh....mmmm..."

Rachel is jabbing her way through a puddle of cow dung, eating the cow dung in her hand.

Her skin was brown from months of exposure to the sun, and her body was covered in sticky cow dung that she had been forced to apply as protection against the cold.

Her hair has grown quite long and bushy from not having had a chance to cut or groom it.

And what is particularly eye-catching is her belly, which is more bloated than that of a pregnant woman in her last month of pregnancy. Inside was stuffed tightly with the cow dung she had eaten since the morning, and it was still swelling up.

In her left hand, she was holding a bucket full of cow dung, which told us that she was about to eat it.

A drone came to her, its motor whirring softly. The drone for the video feed.

As soon as she arrived, Rachel looked at him, chewed the cow dung in her mouth, and began to greet him.

"Hello, everyone! Enjoy cleaning up the manure in the tanks of the cattle manure today."

Postscript

...So, for the first time in a long time, I painted a full-blown Scatology picture with Rachel.

After all, I also seem to like the Scatology type, especially getting drenched in cow dung.

But I'm not good at forcibly polluting the tank with excrement regardless of the person's intention. I like to be dyed in filth willingly and with curiosity.

I am usually drawing pictures that make me feel happy and relaxed, such as pictures of obesity, but I tend to feel a sense of guilt after drawing a scartology or dismemberment picture.

I thought to myself, "I wanted to paint this, so I must be strong in my confidence!" I think that I am, but I think too much about it and that idea is easily swayed...and I am also going in circles.

Perhaps this trouble will never go away, I suppose. Maybe that's what makes it worthwhile to be creative.

See you soon...