Chapter 1
Hi! I’m Jarden Nacho and this is my first scat story, and it’s actually based on real life characters – but in a alternate, better (messier!) reality. My main inspiration for this were the SlaveFart scat stories on the ClosetFetishist portal. His adventures with Monica are my favorite stories, and now I’m starting my own journey. Hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what can be better for the next ones.
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WHO IS BIA? (Scroll further if you want to see the scat action without context)
There are some women you can never really forget, no matter what you do. There is a girl that could never leave my mind, and her name is Bia.
She was a friend of my best friend, Julie. I studied with her for almost 6 years, and since the first moment I was madly magnetized for her. But not in a normal way…
You see, with other girls it was different. I liked some, and kissed very few, but Bia had something that made me feel less like a man. Like I couldn’t ever be man enough for her. Just of seeing and knowing her from a far distance, I became to develop (or at least, discover) my femdom fetish.
She wasn’t like a supermodel or something, but her body grew must faster than other girls of the school. She had a perfect-sized ass, that was fat on the bottom and put her jeans to work. Her waist was thin, her breasts were medium-sized but her bra curves always appeared beneath her uniform. She was white as a bunny, had a blond, light hair, that went all the way to her back, but the used very few make up and always kept her hair in a ponytail. She did not look like a model, but she was stunning – and I always knew that she was miles away out of my league.
The thing about Bia is that she had the cruel atitude, especially with men she thought that were not that attractive, geeks, nerds and the typical ‘loser’ analogy. I was pretty neutral but I saw the way that she treated some of my friends – and that sparkled the fire of me wanting to serve her. I, like these boys in school, could never satisfy her, she was much more woman than I could possibly take. When I started hanging out more with the nerdy guys on the senior year, she also began to throw the cruel atitude on me.
She also magnetized the boys that were attractive as well – it’s not like she was super popular, but she was always quoted and desired on groups of conversation between men. Maybe she was so hot because she didn’t need to transform herself a lot in order to be – she didn’t really wear make up, and just went to school with uniform and jeans, no fancy clothes.
Just in the way she mocked and bullied those nerdy kids, she was pretty forward with those handsome, popular, muscular guys. It’s like she had a very clear and duo definition of who was a true man and who was a worthless piece of shit. She had a sarcastic grin and attitude, but without looking like a bimbo or an american bitch cliche, partly by her sweet, feminine voice, paradoxical with the attitude.
Her laugh came in two ways: for those handsome men, she laughed in the most feminine way, throwing herself at them. For the nerdy kids, it was a humiliating laughter, with her mouth wide open, her eyebrows up all the way to the forehead, with a pity look on her eyes, like she was thinking: “That poor thing couldn’t even kiss me in the cheek…”
The years passed by, and as I discovered my scat fetish, I began fantasying with her, firstly because of her stunning beauty.
I imagined her locking herself in the school ladies room and clogging the toilets with huge dumps. Her pretty boyfriends would never even hear her fart, but for pieces of shit like me I could rest my face between her thighs everytime she took a shit. “Look at that, Jarden! Smells just like you, you fuck.”
I couldn’t have access to her femininity. That was for the real men. The maximum that I could have close to the that was the gift, the privilege of getting near her most precious dump.
One year before the graduation, I saw a video on Julie’s phone of Bia laughing at the camera, looking down to the cellphone on the ground, and laughing in that evil, sarcastic, cruel way, with those pity eyes, like a girl who is looking at a tiny dick. She also had the school uniform on the video, which was a white polo shirt. Her bra always showed off, no matter what. I asked for Julie’s phone to make a call and sent the video to me.
I jerked off to this video dozens of times, imagining different scenarios of her to be laughing at me like that. Maybe she was laughing at my little cock, maybe she was laughing because she found me sniffing her dirty panties. All scenarios she would laugh with cruelty and pity for what I was doing, but one thought outgrew these all: she was laughing at me because I was eating her dump.
That thought stuck with me for a long, long time.
One day, she sent a photo of her shit to Julie, and I saw by accident. I did the same thing with the call excuse, and picked up her phone to send it for me. Next to the photo, there was the comment: “You can’t imagine the smell in this”.
The thing is, I would, sooner than I thought.
PART 2: FANTASY OR REALITY?
My relation with Bia was very sober. She was Julie’s great friend, and I talked to her just a couple of times, but she never really paid attention to me. To her, I was Julie’s weird friend, and that was it.
I graduated, and didn’t see Bia for almost 3 years. In the meanwhile, I still followed her on Instagram, and still fantasized about someday, somehow, eating her whole dump. She didn’t followed me back, I wasn’t important enough.
In that time, I began to live by myself and started to work with advertisement but I’m almost always totally broke. I pay the bills, the rent, but it doesn’t leave much money after.
I really thought that I moved on of this desire after these three years, until she posted a foto with a bikini and a sunset light on her breasts and face. That was pure perfection. All the memories of that perfect ass squeezed in a tight jeans came back to me. The video of her laughing. The photo of her dump on my phone.
I search my old computer and found these media there. I had to eat her shit somehow, it was consuming me. But that belonged in a fantasy, right?
That’s not reality. You can’t eat another woman shit! She would think you were disgusting, or even call the police.
I started to make a plan, with my stomach cold as ice, my head spinning. Was I really doing this? ‘Is this real? Am I actually searching for a way to eat my high school crush shit?’
I first thought of entering her house and search for spots of shit on the toilet, used toilet paper or something like that. But that could seriously get me arrested and I also didn’t even know where she lived (Genius!)
‘What if I offered her money? She looks like the kind of woman who would appreciate some good cash. Who wouldn’t?’ Maybe it was the only way, I thought. I opened the online Market space and began to sell some stuff of my house. I sold my table, my chair, even my television. After four or five days of pure anxiety, I gathered a total of $2000 dollars. To try to eat female shit. I had maybe $700 left in life now.
Now, I had nothing to lose. I had to try.
I created a fake account on Instagram a sent the first message on her direct.
‘Hi, Bia! How are you? I studied with you at Noblehighs, and I have a business transaction proposal for you. Please, don’t be offended by this proposition, and it’s definitely not a problem with you decide not to answer me.’
I was sweating my brains out.
‘There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll be straight to the point. I want to pay you $2.000 for your shit. I would be very discreet, in a hotel room, you would shit, grab the money and go away. It is as a personal fantasy and I’m willing to pay that amount to make this transaction possible. If you agree, let’s meet at Belga’s Coffeshop, at 5:00 pm. Looking forward to hearing your answer, J.’
I immediately put the phone down and went to bed. I didn’t even wanted to look to the phone, my stomach now was colder than ever. It had passed little more than one hour, and the notification bell ringed and ecoed through the room.
With my shaking hand, I opened my inbox and read the first message:
‘Wow, now I can say I truly saw everything that had to be seen in life hahaha…’
Silence. Few minutes later, she was typing again.
‘$2500. Cash first.’
I looked my bank account. With 2500, I would have 200 dollars left. And I still would have to pay the hotel. Maybe now was the time to back off and do the right thing. With that in my mind, I breathed deeply and answered.
‘We have a deal. Meet you at 5, then?’
‘5 pm it is.’
I made the reservation at the hotel, and walked to the car. The thin veil between fantasy and reality had just been teared apart. I was going to eat Bia’s shit.
PART 3 – THE ENCOUNTER
I arrived at Belga Coffeeshop and sat by the corner.
‘Do you want to do your order, sir?’ Asked the waitress.
I wanted to be hungry for eating female shit today. Of course, I couldn’t say that, so I just declined politely.
It was 5:15 and she hadn’t arrived yet. I began to have cold feet. 5:20 she entered the coffee place and slowly start to roam around the place. Maybe looking for who looked like a toilet the most.
I waved with my hand and saw the shock on her face. She than, incredulously laughed, with an open jaw, like she wasn’t believing what she was seeing. She was even more beautiful than in social media.
‘Hi, Bia.’
‘Hi, Jarden… I was supposed to meet someone here..’
‘I know, I have the money.’
‘So, it really is you… Holy shit… Kinda literally, actually.
I giggled.
‘Is this some kind of a joke? Are you really paying me two thousand dollars for my shit?’
‘Yes, Bia, I am…’
‘I always thought you had this pathetic vibe, anyway. Maybe this is even cheap for you, isn’t?’
She was really being mean and cruel about this, and I was loving it.
‘Let’s get this over with this, than. I’ve been farting all the way since home, I really have to shit badly, for your luck.’
‘Yes, let’s go, my car is right outside.’
We entered the car and I started driving to the hotel. She was farting loudly every two minutes, with her hand on her stomach. My knees were shaking. She asked for the cash and I gave it to her. She grabbed the money with half her hand and said, without actually retrieving it from my hand:
‘How do you say?’
‘What?’
‘I’m throwing a huge discount here, giving you my shit for only this amount. So how do you say?’
‘T-Thank you, Bia.’
‘Thank you for what?’
‘Thank you for selling me your shit.’
She grabbed the whole money, laughed, and farted once more.
PART 4: THE HOTEL
We arrived at the hotel and made the check-in. After the paper crap and after spending my last money in the world, we entered the elevator. She started talking first.
‘Oh, boy, I have a big one grewing. What are you going to do with my dump? Put it on your cock or something more pathetic?’
Oh, fuck. I just realized that I never told her that I was going to eat it. With only a few floors left, maybe now was the best time, anyway.
‘I want to eat your shit, Bia.’
She laughed loudly.
‘You WHAT? Oh my god. You’re even more disgusting than I thought.’ She farted once more and completed. ‘Oh, my, god. I’m glad I’m not you. You are truly pathetic.’
‘I know, Bia.’
‘You’re not even a man, you know? All the guys in our school would kill someone to have sex with me, but all you think about it’s literally eating the shit that comes out of my ass. You’re… a… a…’
‘Toilet?’
‘Yes, perfect. A fucking toilet. Oh, fuck. I have to go. NOW!’
The elevator doors opened and we rushed to the room.
‘Where do you want me to shit, fuckface?’
‘Here, in my mouth, please!’ I pointed at the ground.
‘No. Too fucking easy for you. You did not gain the privilege from eating from or even SEEING my ass yet.’
As disgusting as it may was, the way the she spoke made me believe that this wasn’t a one time thing. Maybe she felt overly powerful in that moment, and slipped this one out. The truth was, my fantasy were becoming true and she was totally in control right now.
‘I’m gonna shit on the lid of this fucking toilet, and you’re going to eat my dump from it. Get on your knees, and keep your head low until I’m finished.’ She entered the bathroom, and closed the door. I really thought that she would shit directly in my mouth, but maybe she was right. It was too much of a privilege at the moment to perform it. I had to be content with just the mere sight and smell of her log.
She opened the door a few minutes later and the smell hit me. It was awful. She went out of the bathroom and told me to get inside, but get undressed first. Her monster dump was partly on the toilet lid and part on the floor. I heard her laugh and looked back. I just now realized that I was completely naked in front of her, and my little dick was as hard as it could be.
‘With that small dick and tiny sack, everything makes sense now. This is truly where you belong.’
Her laugh and reaction were exactly like the video of those few years ago. The pity in the eyes, those eyebrows up and the jaw wide open. One of her hands was over her mouth and looking at her I felt truly useless, less than a man. Reality really kicked in.
‘Bia?’
‘Yes?’
‘May I eat your shit?’
‘Yes, toilet. You may eat my shit.’
I started eating her dump, and a few moments later she closed the door and left. Was that the end? I didn’t even have to finish eating. I was already overwhelmed by the foul taste and smell, but I continued until I licked the floor clean.
My masculinity and self-esteem were destroyed. I never came so hard in my life. I left the bathroom covered in shit and cum and sat by the bed with my hands over my eyes. When I opened them, there was a bottle of what it used to be water filled with piss to the top. A note was attached to it:
‘To help with the taste,
Love,
Bia
Drink till the end to find the treasure’
I looked it up closely and saw a card floating on the middle of the yellow liquid. I opened the bottle and drank all of Bia’s piss. A card than fell on my hand and I immediately read it:
+55 554-231-848
This was just the beginning, toilet.
I fell on the carpet and came again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uz27qq/scat_femdom_mf_breaking_reality_ch_1