With a wag of his tail and a bounce in his step, Snowdrift headed intently towards his new place of employment.  The well-built, and well-hung, twenty-something husky was quite perky, as he was finally rid of his loathsome former day job, a menial and degrading daily grind that even the narrator wishes not to revisit.  

	But having recently received an email from the city municipal waste treatment facility, the young husky was swiftly offered a pretty cushy job with ample pay and prospect for promotion from within.  It sounded ideal, and he considered himself quite lucky to have stumbled upon it.

	And here, just a few short blocks from his place of residence, Snowdrift found himself standing in front of the waste treatment plant, the warm breeze blowing in the scent of clean water from the river.  Thankfully, the new processes the city had put in place for waste treatment had completely eliminated the stench that usually accompanied such facilities.  The whole process actually took place behind closed doors, and reduced the cost of the cleaning process immensely.  It was sort of a mystery how they got it done, but the city inspectors approved wholeheartedly.

	Snow took his first steps inside the building, and got to meet some of the reception staff.  He also met with some of the higher-ups, who all shook hands and seemed very excited to see him.  After a few moments, he was led in to a sterile-looking, white room that very much resembled a doctor's office, with a few things missing that he couldn't quite put his finger on.  He was informed that he'd need a full checkup before he could begin work, as the new waste treatment processes could be harmful to persons with certain medical conditions.

	At this point, he had to remind himself that he technically didn't have the job yet.  He could still be rejected if the medical tests indicated he was a bad match.  Hopefully that wouldn't be the case.

	Snow was left alone for a few minutes, stretching and gazing about the room as he waited for the on-staff physician to come see him.  A graying German Shepherd came to see him shortly.  The fellow canine was very brief, flipping through his clipboard before getting down to business.  

	"Now the first thing we're going to do is draw some blood." he explained, moving behind the husky and fetching something from a drawer.  After a moment, he approaches Snow from behind and poses a question. "Now, does this smell like chloroform?" he asks, bringing around a rag to Snowdrift's face.  

	Summoning forth all of his powers of deduction, Snowdrift was able to respond with a quick a decisive, "Whu-?" before passing out.

	"Easy boy." the doctor cooed softly, leaning the KO'd hound down across the examanation table.  "All clear!" he shouted a moment later, signaling his cohorts to join him in the room.

	Four more persons already decked out in rubber gloves and surgical scrubs enter the room and surround the passed out husky.  The German Shepherd suits up while they work at disrobing Snowdrift, tossing aside his pants, shirt, and undergarments, leaving him a very naked, very studly husky.

	The five doctors poked and prodded at him, legitimately running various medical tests before the procedure began.  The German Shepherd took his position at the Husky's side, examining his bulbous sack and sheath.  "Provoking erect state." he said to the others, beginning to rub and massage the massive cock and balls before him.  The fleshtube began to stir, pushing upright as blood began to rush to his extremities, hefty sack below beginning to rumble a bit.  Each nut was roughly the size of a cantaloupe, and even then the sheath that accompanied them looked a bit big.  Soon the dark red hint of dickflesh began to part his sheath's lips, the German Shepherd fondling him beginning to grin beneath his surgical mask.

	The email program had targeted known hyper-endowed individuals, and it was only a matter of time before they caught some for use in the new waste treatment process. 

	Once the husky was fully engorged, a good three feet of throbbing crimson spire stood before the doctors, ready for the procedure to begin.  One of the doctors indicated that all the tests had been run, and it was now time to begin.  

	After a few injections, sharp implements were brought to bare, and the procedure began.  With minimal blood loss, and quick-stitching to seal up the wound, the contents of the husky's crotch were lifted from him, put in a cooler for preservation.  The doctors quickly went to work finishing up the procedure, modifying their new worker's digestive tract to make him able to fulfill his new role.

	Snowdrift awoke to a woozy, dreamlike state some time later, feeling a bit sore in his tummy, and down around his crotch.  As he tried to rise, finding his movement to be quite limited.  His eyes widened as he began to take in his surroundings, the husky was suspended from a harness in an extremely dark room.  He struggled against his bindings in futility.  His arms and legs were free, but unable to do much to free him as he dangled in place.  He whined paws probing down to figure out why his belly and crotch were sore.  His tummy felt empty, and grumbled with hunger, and his crotch was even emptier, much to his surprise.

	Further investigation showed that his cock and balls were completely gone, fur grown over in their place.  Blushing madly, he struggled against his bindings, as an odd smell came to greet his nose.  It was familiar, but had a slight variation to it that baffled him.  It smelled like his dick.  Sniffing about, and rocking around in his bindings, the husky brought up his paws and felt around, soon finding a wall a few feet in front of him, with something rather bizarre attached to it.

	His eyes finally beginning to adjust to the darkness, coming to see the same thing before him that his paws were feeling, something that could just not be true.  It appeared that a rather large set of male genitalia were attached to the wall.  A rather large set of husky genitalia.  The exact same kind he happened to be missing.  As his brain pieced this together, the sheath before him began to swell at his touch, surprising him yet again.

	A very familiar crimson length emerged from the sheath, that smell matching his own scent exactly, proving that this is what had become of his beloved bits.  As he whined in protest of this most bizarre of happenstance, he couldn't help but feel aroused by it.  His fat dick waved in front of him, continuing to grow until it pressed against his muzzle.  Filled with shame and disgust for himself, the husky slowly began to lick at the turgid dick, his belly grumbling even louder before.  

	Before long, he found himself sucking hard at the hefty shaft, which throbbing happily at his ministrations.  Losing himself in the moment, he let his eyes slowly fall shut, loving the taste of his own hardened cock, though it was no longer truly his.  Both he and the length on which he feasted were now property of the waste treatment plant.  

	Soon the length began to pulsate even stronger, as a bulge began to form at its base, traveling slowly towards the head.  Not noticing this, Snow continued to suck longingly at the shaft, as a sudden bitter taste met his tongue.  He pulled back in surprise, spitting into the chasm beneath him, and trying to ascertain what he had just tasted.  Squinting, it looked as if something solid was pushing out of the dick pushing against his face.  The stench that soon accompanied it confirmed his fears.  It seemed as if his disembodied cock was producing shit.

	A standoff soon formed, with Snow whining as the stench lingered.  The scat did not continue to push out, seeming to gain its momentum from his own sucking.  Pangs of hunger taunting him mercilessly, the poor husky finally gave in, leaning up and pressing his lips to the detached wanghole, beginning to suck the warm feces out of it.

	The taste was unimaginably terrible.  The husky had never dined on such dark delicacies before, but he hadn't imagined they would taste this terrible.  But for some odd reason, he felled compelled to continue slowly beginning to suck at the thick member, which throbbed heartily as it began to dispense waste into his maw.  

	The warm, rank-smelling scat grew thicker as a few inches were pulled into Snow's maw, requiring him to chew it if he were to swallow successfully.  His paws slowly crept up and wrapped around the massive wiener he once possessed, massaging it as it fed him the first course of his new diet.  

	Snowdrift whined softly, feel his tail twitch in delight, and experiencing a deep revulsion that his body was enjoying this most heinous of acts.  He continued to feed on the warm shit, slowly sucking his own cock to entice it to produce more of the vile manure.  Swallowing lump after lump of  the refuse, he began to grow worried as his hunger was not at all sated. 

	Several minutes later, continuing to gorge on the warm scat, which flowed quite swiftly as he sucked at the shitspewer, Snowdrift began to feel his belly expanding, his stomach filled out to a heft paunch with the weight of his consumption, but still he hungered for more.  Some part of his brain was releasing endorphins to encourage him to continue, tail twitching and wagging now and then.

	Concerned about his swelling gut, the husky detached a paw from the throbbing shaft and felt down over his tummy, finding it to be horridly distended, as if he were pregnant with a whole litter of cubs.  This did not sit well with the husky, and he began to whine and struggle against his restraints, no more able to free himself than he was able to halt himself from consuming the rancid shit that was served endlessly to him.

	Resigning himself to his fate, Snow began to drift into a stupor, sucking mindlessly at the rod that once adorned his loins without struggle, without protest, and without trepidation.  His belly continued its gravid swell. 

	Nearly an hour passed before this cycle saw change, Snow's midsection feeling immense now, reaching down past where his limbs hung limp and motionless, continuing to grow with every pound of scat he allowed himself to devour.  The hot feces had worked itself fully through his system now, and began to press out his back end.  He moaned softly around his shit-stained shaft, tail flagging up above him as he began to excrete the same nasty stuff that had been fed to him.  

	The refuse began to pour out of his backside quickly, his belly still stretched to its limits, hunger causing him to replenish his stock as quickly as he depleted it.  The filtered feces plummeted down into the dark below, the new filtration process that the husky had become only altering the dung slightly, transforming it into a compound that would be used both in fertilizer, and a cheap substitute for certain foodstuffs.  Of course none of this would ever become publicly known.

	The poor husky had been taken for a fool, never to receive payment for his new duties, nor any chance at ever seeing freedom from this accursed existance.  He was not alone, however.  The city produced far too much waste matter for only one filteration system to sift through.  As he began to acclimate to his lifestyle, dozens of others suffered similar plights, suspended in the darkness around him.

	Cursed to forever consume the city's waste and process it into a more useful material, Snowdrift would forever hang motionlessly in the darkened room, sucking at his own removed malehood for sustenance.  It was a significant improvement from his old line work, all things considered.