I started dating my current bf about 2 weeks ago. He told me up front that he had some weird fetishes. I had to get over the fact that he would not wash his waifu pillows which had more hard surfaces than soft. As the pillow matched your body temperature it started to get soggy.
Anyway, there is a chair that we bought on the smile store. It’s a regular kind of plastic chair but it has slits on the seat. So he’ll buy me some fast food and while gently caressing my hair, he’ll whisper in my ear “yeah eat that you nasty duck” trying to fatten me up like fois de gras. Eventually I will have to make more room for this food. This is where the chair comes in. He has me force my soil sample through the slit, making a sheet of poopie like a fruit roll up. I have to push a little to get past the blowback from the seat of the chair. There are actually straps to keep me from lifting off the chair.
He will meticulously capture the strips and then preserve them in some wax paper like some fruit strips. When this is done, he stamps and dates them. Later he enters them in an excel file to keep track of their progression. He’ll later try to sell it for some money for our getaway.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/q90xo4/dulce_caca_scat