Thank you so much for your comments about the series. I pretend to make this a recurring series, and to slowly introduce some more extreme shit eating elements on this story. It will become a more humiliating and extreme femdom journey as Jarden becomes more and more submissive to Bia’s bottom.
PART 8: THE DEAL
I waited until the next day without eating anything in order to go to Bia’s home. She insisted that it would be better if I was very hungry before, and I couldn’t agree less.
I was scrolling through Instagram waiting for the time we agreed to meet up, which was 4pm. I really had a cold feeling when I saw her new Instagram feed picture. She was wearing a really short dress, and took the photo on front of her mirror, in the bedroom.
I drooled over her thin body, her large waist and gorgeous ass pushing on the grey dress cloth. She had a grin and kept her head up, with her mouth semi-open in a dominant, but feminine pose. Again, she had very little makeup and kept her light blond hair in a tall ponytail. Her chin was pointy and round, her nose was perfectly small. Her breasts were round and big, even though this dress had no cleavage. In an alternate reality, I would now probably lower my pants and jerk off, but this reality was far more intense. I was watching the clock waiting for the time to eat this perfect girl’s shit.
But the reality is, I couldn’t bear this much longer. Even if I worked only to serve Bia, and even if the anticipation made me so horny, how could I eat her shit only once a month? I would be every month with anxiety and depression until I could have her once more. I had to make this work in other way.
I got a message on my phone. It was her.
‘Change of plans. Meet me at Belga Coffeeshop.’
It was a perfect opportunity to talk about our new toilet slavery agreement.
I arrived there a few minutes later and waited about half an hour until she showed up. She was wearing the same dress of the Instagram picture.
I nodded with my head, timidly.
‘Hi, Bia, you look amazing.’
‘Thank you Jarden, you look like shit.’ She said, smiling.
She sat across the table, and the waitress showed up shortly after.
‘Good afternoon! Would you like me to take your order?’
I was going to respond politely, but Bia interrupted me.
‘Hi! Do you have something that has a… laxative effect? I’ve been having this stomach problems lately…’
Bia winked at me, and my dick was instantly rock hard. The waitress was surprised by the question, but answered:
‘Hmmm… Well, they do say that coffee has that effect. I can recommend you these options, and also these waffle covered with…’
‘I’ll have all of it, please.’
‘All the five coffees and three waffles?’
‘Yep, that’s right’.
I was fucked.
‘And for you, sir?’
Bia looked at me, challengingly.
‘I don’t want anything, thanks.’
The waitress nodded and excused herself out of the table.
‘You are so fucked, toilet.’
I swallowed my saliva. This anticipation process made me so unbelievably horny.
‘Bia, I’ve been wanting to ask you… This toilet slavery agreement… I want to make it work.’
‘Well, it is working for me. I’m getting richer and taking dumps for your meal, what could be better than that?’
‘I understand, goddess, but…’
‘Did you just call me goddess?’ She was intrigued, but apparently happy. ‘I liked it. You may use it more often.’
‘Thank you, I definitely will. About the agreement: I could get the 3500 each month, but I wouldn’t have enough money to pay my rent, food and things I need to survive. And I really want to eat your dumps more than once a month.’
I saw on her eyes that she wanted to humiliate me at the spot, but thought twice before saying. To this day, I don’t know if this was empathy or she just didn’t wanted to stop shitting on me, but either way, this was her response:
‘Okay, toilet. As I said, my turds are the most valuable thing in your life right now.
‘That’s right’.
The tray of coffees and waffles arrived. The smell was amazing. My stomach hurt of hunger. She noticed it and was turned on by it. After she began eating, she continued:
‘I’m willing to let you prove yourself of being worthy of eating my goddess shit in other ways than money.’
I was relieved and worried at the same time.
‘But’ she grabbed a bite and sipped her second coffee. ‘I’ll make things very, very hard for you. And you still are going to have to pay me $2000, of course.’
‘I understand. Thank you for this opportunity, Bia’
‘If you want to prove me that you’re worthy of consuming my waste, you’ll have to me fully available to me at all times. Every time I doesn’t feel like using a regular toilet, you have to be there ASAP. No matter if it is in the middle of a monday or at late night of a saturday. If you commit to this, you are commiting to becoming literally my personal toilet 24/7, whenever I want. Is this really what you want?’
I looked at her deeply in her eyes. It was her. Bia. My high school crush. And I was signing a contract to be her personal toilet.
‘Yes, goddess. That would be a gift to me. I accept that deal.’ My stomach made an audibly noise. I was starving.
‘Perfect.’ She was finishing her last coffee and said: ‘Oh, it’s already working. I’m about to explode. Let’s go home.’
PART 9: THE ACCIDENT
We rushed to the car and I started driving right way. She had her hand on her stomach and began farting uncontrollably. The car turned into a furnace.
PBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTT
‘Oh, my god! The waitress wasn’t kidding… OOH!’ This fart was so strong she held into the car door.
She would never do this in the presence of any Alpha or attractive man, but I didn’t deserve her femininity.
Her farts were becoming more and more wet. She pulled up her dress up to her waist and threw her legs over the panel, so she would release gas more easily.
We stopped at traffic and she lowered my head to her seat.
BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMM
‘Smell this, toilet!’ She released a wet one on my face. ‘Do you smell your meal coming out?’
I returned to the steering wheel, dizzy with the smell.
I turned left on an avenue on the way to home and was shocked from what I saw next: the traffic was completely freezed, from a accident that occurred a few minutes ago. Instantly, another car closed me, and I was literally stuck where I was.
‘C’mon, toilet! Faster! Faster!’
PPPPRRRFTFTFTFFTFT
‘I can’t, we’re stuck!’
After farting for more five minutes, we still didn’t move one inch from the road. She looked at me shaking her head ‘no’.
‘I can’t hold it anymore. It’s coming out. NOW!’
She threw her arm to reach the other side of my driver’s chair, and pulled the lever that kept the chair up. The chair fell on the back seat and she climbed up, with her ass on my face, and pulled her dress up.
She was wearing no panties and I almost could have payed attention to her pussy and bare ass, that I was seeing for the first time, but in mili seconds after she lowered herself, her first spray of shit hit my entire face.
She just kept unloading on me until I couldn’t see nothing more than her pile of shit flooding my face. She grunted and sprayed her two last turds, that went straight to my mouth. Her shit was very creamy but her last spray came out liquid.
I was overwhelmed by the taste and smell of her dump.
‘WOW!’ She screamed. ‘Holy shit, that must be the biggest shit I ever took. You’re so fucked.’
‘-h-nk –u f– -hit-ing in m- -outh’
She laughed.
‘You are so welcome, toilet. Finish eating my load while I drive us out of here. I will mess your whole driver seat up, my ass is dirty as fuck. But, I mean… You gonna have trouble with that backseat, as well, so who cares?’
She spat on the pile of shit topped on my face, and I made room so she could pull the driver seat back up. She started driving again and I stayed on the backseat with her monster turds on my face, chewing one by one.
When I finished eating her shit, I licked the car sear and she rised up her asshole under her dress so I could clean her up with my tongue while she drove. Now I could see her white round ass, even more perfect than I could imagine. Her asshole was so pink and small, that no one could imagine the monster shit that frequently releases. After I cleaned her up, she pissed on a plastic cup and I dranked it proudly.
She drove back to the coffeeshop instead of home, because her car was there.
‘Bye, toilet.’
She closed the door and left, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy and a dream state, with my car inside being in the purest awful smell of my goddess farts, shit and piss.
I loved it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uztnbk/scat_femdom_mf_breaking_reality_ch_3
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