Patient Poopy Dosage 1

"Excuse me, Mister, I'm afraid I can't process your discharge papers, it seems you're not quite as ready as we thought."

"Why? What happened? The doc said I was good to go!!" I asked, surprised.

"Well, we must administer one last dose of our new medicine. But don't worry, we're going to make sure it's painless and that you are always comfortable."

"Fine, let's get it over with," I said, not happy with the decision.

"Excellent, now let's get these guard rails up on your bed..." She began putting up the guard rails on my bed and then came the wrist and leg straps hanging from them. "We just need to strap you in, in case it has any negative effects on your body."

"Well okay, what is it, a needle?"

"No," the nurse said, "It's food you have to eat, let me go prepare it for you." She then walked into the bathroom and locked the door. A few minutes later she appeared out and had a bowl in her hand. She walked towards the bed, and I immediately smelled something foul.

"What stinks? What's in that bowl?"

"Why it's your meal, of course, it's all fresh and steamy. Now this is going to sound very weird but it's my poop. But recent medical studies have proven it has positive results, so we're going to start your dosage today."

"WOAH WOAH what the fuck I'm not eating your poop lady" I tried to move around, realizing why she strapped me in.

"Now now, just relax...you're going to eat my poop and you're going to like it." She then grabbed my wrist closest to her and rubbed it with alcohol, she then inserted an IV. "This is just some other medicine to help you relax...you might feel a little tired, a little sleepy, but just relax."

I could feel the medicine starting to work instantly, it was like I became sluggish. I could move my eyes back and forth, and slightly tilt my head, but whatever she gave me must have restricted movement. Then I looked back at her and saw it coming towards me...a spoonful with a brownish sludgy substance in it headed straight for my face. I whined and whimpered. I moaned a bit loudly and tried to clench my teeth shut, but it was useless.

"Here comes your first dose, we're going to have to open that mouth of yours..."She took her gloved hand and forcibly opened up my mouth, pushing the spoonful in, my lips naturally closed without her holding it up.

The control I had over my mouth had now left. The spoon was pulled out, and I could taste the disgusting flavor of her waste. I held it in my mouth, I could feel my face shaking, and a tear ran down the side of my face.

"I can see you're sad, you just don't understand. But the fact of the matter is you will soon learn to love this, enjoy this, crave it even. This is the first step we have to take, but soon it will all make sense" She then put her gloved finger back in the bowl of feces and got a fingerful of poop. "Now just relax, I'm going to rub this all over your tongue...to help acclimate your tongue to its taste. You probably won't like it but that's okay, it's all part of the process..."

I could feel her other hand opening my mouth a bit, then her finger went straight in. I could feel the poop being slathered all over my tongue. Still warm from the bowl which kept its heat. I could feel myself almost start to gag, then her finger pulled out. Her latex-gloved hand went straight over my mouth, almost cupping it to stay shut.

"Just relax, swallow, and allow for the medicine to go down and into your body...once you realize how good the poop makes you feel, you won't resist anymore."

It was only moments after swallowing, I could feel warmth starting to take effect. Specifically in my crotch. My cock started getting erect, and it was getting noticeable.

"Oh look, someone's starting to feel good..." She said, moving her hand over to my crotch. She gently dragged her finger along the top, teasing it. "We can't have that." She opens a nearby cabinet and comes back with some weird-looking device. It had a black handle and a red pointing end... She took it and pointed it towards my crotch and I heard the crackling sound. Suddenly I feel the zap onto my cock. The shock had me moaning and induced more tears, I didn't think my situation could get worse. "What's wrong? Does Patient Poop-E not like being shocked? There's one way to get me to stop..."

She continued shocking my cock, my body was now shaking. "You just have to ask me for more medicine, can you do that for me? Be a good little poopy patient for me..."

"But...but..." I started to say, only to be met with more shocks.

"What's that? You want me to feed you poop?" She shocked me a few more times, and I tried moving my head up and down. She immediately slapped my face. It hurt more since it was with her gloved hand.

"SAY IT BITCH!!" She said in a more demanding tone, it was almost like I could see her eyes light up with excitement. "Just say Poopy and I' will give you more..."

"Poopy..." I didn't want to keep getting shocked, so I gave in.

"That's what I thought," she said in a more relaxing calm tone. She didn't even grab the spoon, she just took her hand and scooped out what poop remained and held it in her hands, a big heaping scoop of foul poop. She then brought it to my mouth, and after prying it open a bit more with her non-poop-holding hand, opened my mouth up. The pile was bigger than my mouth, so as she pressed it into my mouth the excess could be felt oozing out, smearing against the outside of my mouth. As it all went inside and my mouth shut close, she took her hand and the remaining poop and rubbed it all over my face, purposely pushing some up my nostrils

"That's it. See? Quick, painless, and easy!!" She smiled as she watched me chew the gigantic mouthful of poop. Grabbing my jaw and moving it up and down as if to help me chew. "That's right...what a good boy...such a good little Poopy Patient. But don't you worry, you'll have another treatment tomorrow. This is just the beginning, next we can move onto the heavier dosages."

Then the phone on the wall rang "Hello?" the nurse answered. "Yes, dosage number one is complete." She looked around the room a bit, "It went as to be expected, but in the end, he became a good little poopy patient for me."

I continued to watch her talk on the phone as I lay there, inhaling poop smeared on my face, the smell taking over my nose.

"Are you sure? Usually, we don't skip to that step unless--" She paused and kept listening. "Yes Ma'am I understand, I'll put it on the schedule." She hung up the phone. "It seems based on your performance and qualifications, the Boss wants to assist me with the next step to ensure proper treatment progression."

She walked towards the door and turned out the lights. "Oh and I'm Nurse Candy, I suppose I forgot to properly introduce myself. Now Patient Poopy...just relax...and think about how delicious that poop was...after all, it's going to be your new diet going forward." And then the door shuts...