Right, uhm, so... I've been sitting on this one for a "little"... And to be honest, I'm not exactly sure what possessed me to draw it in the first place. In fact, I'm a little conflicted, since I generally don't like scat. At all. So why the hell did I end up drawing it? And why did I go to the trouble of writing an accompaniment? (And so we're clear, yes, it is shitting out of three holes)

'shrugs'

Well, scat aside, I do like the creature itself. For some reason, I find myself liking the idea of the telescopic second mouth... (I blame the Xenomorphs)

Anyway, here's that accompaniment: (Which might help explain the title)
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Dictation logs; Dr. Lynette. Xarlwood Jungle Chief Scientist.
Year 2, Day 4, 4:43 pm; The group of assistants that I've requested as replacements for my... Overworked staff, have finally arrived. Albeit more than a few days late. I will allow them an hour or so to settle in, before I hand out work assignments. The subject for this work, is the strange creature that calls Xarlwood Jungle its' home.
7:32 pm; My assistants have their assignments in hand, and are currently studying them. Meanwhile, I've chosen to take this time to check on the creature with which they'll be working. Even though the creature allows me within ten feet of it, not that I want to remain that close if I can avoid it, I'm still currently at a loss in the efforts to identify its' gender. At this point, I'm just going to give up on that and call it a female until it proves to me otherwise. She, the subject, is lying stretched out on her belly, legs folded underneath her body. She is awake and watching me as I sit here some thirty yards away.
9:55 pm; The subject has drifted to sleep, and I've told my assistants such. One of them wanted to know how I could tell. I elaborated that when she, the subject, falls asleep, her body releases a fluid that rapidly hardens into a material that very closely resembles tannish grey rock. This material is as dense and durable as regular rock, but when the subject wakes, it becomes brittle dust. It's a very interesting defense for a creature that stands roughly twenty-three feet tall at the shoulder.
Year 2, Day 5, 8:30 am; Everyone finished breakfast about ten minutes ago, and we're all well rested. My assistants have given their assignments a final look over, and are preparing themselves. The subject is awake and is casually watching all forty of my assistants from about thirty yards away. We've got a little fine tuning to do before we begin the experiment.
9:40 am; Took a little longer than expected, but the experiment is set. A couple of the assistants expressed reluctance, but I believe I've soothed their doubts. Since everything is ready, my assistants have taken the initiative and are already attracting the subject's attention. She's taken an immediate interest in the forty half-naked people arranged in two lines before her. She's extending her telescopic throat-snake, and its' mouth is open wide. I've paired up the assistants, arms folded around each other, dicks and vaginas meeting in varied combinations as the subject's two to three meter long prehensile tongue coils around the first pair. My assistants are once again expressing reluctance, as the subject swallows the first pair. I can see them wriggling against each other as the bulge they make travels down the snake-tongue thing, and they slip into her body. I'm checking the equipment now... And we're good. The cameras on the first two assistants are transmitting properly, as is everything else they were swallowed with. The subject's stomach is surprisingly spacious, and quite empty of hostile fluids... And the esophageal sphincter just deposited the second pair of assistants. Please excuse me, dictation log, I can't monitor everything and commentate on it...
Year 2, Day 6, Noon; Well, I didn't mean to let that much time pass before I got back to the logs. Anyway, all forty of my assistants have overcome their inhibitions at being naked in close quarters with one another. They are complaining about some discomfort though, but I suspect it's just a mild reaction to the subject's non-hostile stomach fluids. The subject herself is currently resting, slightly tilted to one side, about fifteen feet away from me.
Year 2, Day 20, 10:34 am; It's been two weeks since my last log entry, I've been busy checking on the subject. She's been very docile since the experiment began. My assistants finally stopped complaining about the mild discomfort a couple hours ago. In fact, a few have begun moaning instead. I cycled through the cameras, and noted that the subject's stomach has started to slowly knead my thoroughly naked assistants. Also of note, my cameras caught a pair of my assistants closely fondling each other, and one other masturbating. Come to think of it, none of them are complaining about basic needs either... I'll have to keep a closer eye on this as it develops.
Year 2, Day 29, 1:22 pm; It's been a little bit since my last log. Things worth mentioning? I've had to mute the audio from the cameras to make this log, because my assistants are all in something of a sexual frenzy. I admit, I kind of masturbated along with them as I watched all seventeen men and twenty-three women repeatedly achieve orgasm after orgasm. This frenzy started about six days ago, and hasn't stopped. I believe it has something to do with the subject's stomach fluids. My assistants all appear to be very healthy, and absolutely full of sexual vitality. As a case in point, eight of my cameras are covered in the combined sexual fluids that have pooled in the subject's stomach.
Year 2, Day 38, 11:57 am; Apologies for my infrequent logs. I've kind of lost myself monitoring everything again. The sexual frenzy has calmed a little, by about thirty percent, over the last nine days. It's more of a continual orgasm now. Apparently even the gentle action of the stomach walls kneading them is enough to send my assistants into an orgasm. I'm also convinced all twenty-three women are pregnant by now.
Year 2, Day 118, 1:47 pm; I've not had anything to really log until now. In relation to my last log, I can confirm that all of the women are about twelve weeks pregnant. At least, they appear twelve weeks pregnant. It could very well be that with their repeated orgasms, the women's wombs have been filled with enough of the men's cum to look pregnant. I'll have to set up womb cameras for the next group of women I'm provided with.
Year 2, Day 231, 8:42 am; After seven months of what feels like perpetual orgasms, the situation has changed. I've noticed over the past week that the men's hands and feet have... I suppose the word would be, melted. Up to their wrists and ankles, their bodies have turned into a honey-like slag. They're not complaining about it, in fact, I don't think they've even noticed. Probably because they're still trying to empty their balls into the women. The women, on the other hand, look seven months pregnant, and I've noticed they're lactating from their swollen breasts as they orgasm. And I suppose I should mention that the subject herself has taken to rubbing her stomach area with both hands, while the snake-tongue thing rests next to me. I still don't know why the subject hasn't granted me access to her pleasure palace of a stomach. I wouldn't mind orgasming endlessly for seven plus months, with load after load of hot cum in my pussy, and milk spurting from my boobs. Mmm, I'm hot now...
Year 2, Day 252, 6:39 pm; How do I start this log? Uhm... Okay. Over the past four weeks, I've watched my seventeen male assistants progressively melt from the hands and feet, into a honey-thick, blue-ish grey colored slag. The twenty three women on the other hand, are only now starting to show signs of having their fingers and toes melt into more of this digested slag. I'm not sure why I think this, and while I cannot recognize it as my assistants, I believe the slag is still at least partially alive. Perhaps it's just a fanciful notion I've come up with as I sit here watching the slag slosh around the subject's stomach. On that topic, I've noticed the subject's stomach has been kneading my assistants with more vigor, probably with bruising force by now.
Year 2, Day 294, 4:43 pm; I suppose I'll start this log off by saying that, by the end of ten months, all forty of my assistants have been churned and gurgled into digested slush. I've also just finished requesting replacements for my overworked staff, and some new sets of equipment. Most notably on the equipment list would be womb cameras, since I was unable to tell whether or not the twenty three women of this group were truly impregnated during their orgasmic digestion. I think I'll keep to a more consistent log schedule with my next group. I kinda focused a little too much on my assistants and didn't really document what the subject was doing. To break that trend, she, the subject, is resting right behind me as I lean my back against her ribs. I can feel her heart beat, and if I mute the camera audio and place my ear to her, I can hear her stomach swishing my assistants around. Kind of like when you have a mouthful of water and a small pocket of air and you repeatedly push it from one cheek to the other.
8:53 pm; I've just received a message confirming my requests and telling me the equipment will be ready in about a month or so. It will take them about as long to find enough replacements for my assistants. I decided to shut down my cameras, since I'm only getting film of the subject's stomach endlessly churning the slush. Mildly interesting to watch the waves, but not really scientific.
Year 2, Day 332, noon; I got another message, telling me to expect everything I requested 'soon'. Well, at least they're thinking of me. I was getting a little impatient.
Year 3, Day 2, 11:30 am; My new assistants are due to arrive in about five minutes. I've taken the liberty to move the experiment site closer to a small stream. Kind of got tired of walking for ten minutes just to get to the stream for a drink, or other needs, like the bath I just took. I'm not sure why, but for the past week, the subject has taken to following me around. I admit, I'm actually a little grateful that it is following me, 'cause I'm pretty sure she's scaring off some of the other local predators, some of which I'm sure I've caught glimpses of as I bathed. Oh, my assistants are here now, I'd better get dressed and grab the assignments and - (distant screaming) Hey! Felicia, stop! I haven't attached the cameras yet! Put them down! Stop eating them! We're doing this for science and - (feet scuffing dirt) Felicia? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you going to eat me too? (snake hissing) Go ahead girl. Let me enjoy the pleasure of - Hey hey hey, why's your tongue rubbing my puss-eeeyyy! Ahh! Aahh! Fuck me! Ahh! Deeper! Nnnnrgh! So good! Fuuuuuuuu..... (heavy breathing) Why's your - (heavy panting) Tongue bulging? (several huffs, followed by orgasmic moans and the sound of fluid dripping onto dirt) Uhhhhhnnnnnnnnngg...

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