PART 10: THE CLASS
I returned home with my car literally smelling like shit. I was in heaven. Felt like a smoker finally finding a cigarette after one month out, her waste was really becoming fuel to me.
The smell became so freaking strong. I still had her shit smeared on my face, and some bits were right on my nostrils. When I was a couple of blocks away, I received a text from Bia.
“Btw, Jarden, don’t clean your car for a week. I want you to drive to work everyday reminding yourself of where is your place. Underneath my asshole.’
‘Sure, Goddess, thank you’.
I was so afraid that the shit stains would stay forever in the seat, but that sounded like a order from my goddess and I wouldn’t disobey her.
I returned home, brushed my teeth and started to remember, while bathing, what just happened on that day. Not only I ate her shit, but straight from her little asshole. I kept going back to that moment, almost in slow-motion. The second when she firmly pulled her beautiful cotton grey dress up and pushed a stinking huge pile of shit right on my face. Bia, the angel of my school. Would anybody even believe me if I told this?
The contract was (verbally) signed. I would have to eat her shit no matter where, whenever she wanted. Was I up for this challenge? She didn’t even had to blackmail me for this agreement. Somehow, she knew I was so addicted to her dumps that I wouldn’t stop paying the 2.000, and that I’d keep serving her.
Three days had passed, and while my car exhaled her shit perfume each day more, Bia was planning something big.
On a 3:00PM Thursday afternoon, she texted me while I was at work. I was filling some reports and her image on the notification bar freezed my chest.
‘Jarden, I have to shit. Come to UNEF.’
Wait, what? She was going to make me eat her shit in public? Yeah, I was fucked… But I kinda could see that coming, just didn’t know if she had the courage. Turns out she did.
UNEF was the University that Bia studied. University of North-Eastern Fenix (a portuguese translation of Phoenix).
She studied Odontology. I also studied at UNEF for a period of time so I knew my way around the campus. I responded her.
‘I’m on my way, Bia. Where are you, exactly?’
‘On the odontology building, you idiot. Go to the bathroom and lock yourself on the last stall. I’ll meet you there.’
It was the anticipation process that most turned me on. All those people living their lives on a regular Thursday and nobody looks at me and suspects that I’ll have another woman’s dump lying around my stomach in just a few moments.
I arrived at campus and went straight to the building. I climbed three floors of stairs and sneaked into the ladies room, my heart pounding out of my chest. It was a small bathroom, with a mirrored wall and four stalls. One of them was out of service, with a sign and some stripes around the thick glass door.
Another text from Bia arrived.
‘I’m gonna be late, I have to finish this group project first. This dump is really trying to slip out, I can feel it on my asshole already! Are you looking forward to your meal?’
‘Yes, Goddess, very much, I need it so badly.’
‘Do you, really? I could go in that regular toilet right beside your stall, you know? And hear you crying on the other side because I denied you my waste. It would be hilarious.’
‘No, Bia, please don’t do that. I’m begging you!’
‘Begging me for what?’
‘I’m begging you to let me eat your shit, it is the most valuable thing in my life!’
‘So. Fucking. Pathetic. I’ll knock seven times. Also, please do me a favor and don’t sit on the toilet while waiting, ok? Stay on the ground, that’s the level you deserve.’
‘Ok, Bia.’
‘You’ll probably hear other women relieving themselves while I’m on class. We know it for a fact that you’re into this crap, so please have the dignity of not jerking off. You can only cum with MY shit in your sight, smell or mouth.’
‘I understand, I promise you I won’t.’
‘Very good.’
I so I stood there for another forty minutes hearing other women piss and shit on the other stalls. My dick was dripping, I wanted to jack off so badly. Bia knew how to build my tension to max levels, really, and when I finally heard her seven knocks on the stall, I opened it, standing in the ground with my knees like a dog.
‘Hello, Toilet. Did you masturbate?’
‘I did not, Goddess.’
‘Wow, gotta say I’m impressed. I thought you weren’t going to resist, and I would have to make you eat my shit on that kind of post-nut clarity crap. But you did well. I’m going to reward you.’
‘How so, Bia?’
‘I really wanted to shit on your face in public and don’t fucking care about the consequences. It’s not my problem if you are a sick bastard that literally pays me money to eat something that goes to a toilet, but… So you don’t have to walk out of this bathroom with your clothes, hair and face smeared in shit… I brought you this:’
She rised to the light a small red plastic spoon.
‘Thank you, Bia, that is very kind of you.’
‘It is, RIGHT?! I know I’m awesome. It will be like you’re eating an chocolate icecream! You’ll also get to lick my ass clean again. Keep that level of good work going and you’re keep getting these privileges, also smell this fart here.’
This was so humiliating. The reward for eating her shit properly, was to continue to eat her shit. And this time, with a fucking plastic spoon. And the worst part is that I was loving every bit of it.
‘So thoughtful of you, Bia, thank you.’
‘Sure. Now move. I have to take a dump.’ She gave me the plastic spoon and her purse.
I moved aside and she raised the toilet seat and sat down. She kept staring straight into my eyes while she began pushing her turds, each splash on the water a pinch on my stomach. Until there was no more water sound, but she kept pushing and pushing.
All I could hear and smell were her fresh turds piling up on top of each other. She finally finished it and got up.
What I saw on the toilet made me swallow my saliva. A pile of shit so big that the toilet water was painted the color of the dump itself. This was a monster meal, for sure. Her dump was very creamy was well.
‘Oh, I don’t think we could flush that. Lucky me that I have you here. Clean me up’
She leaned in the stall door, and I began licking her dirty asshole very passionately.
‘Jarden, imagine that is my mouth that you’re kissing down there… In a alternate reality.’ She laughed.
When I was done licking her, I had to face the main course.
‘Jarden, I didn’t have a cup nearby but I found this plastic straw on the garbage. Let me piss on your meal so you’re less thirsty.’
She pissed over her monstrous pile of shit and put the straw on the side, like it was a freaking McDonald’s Sundae. Of course the piss blended with the brownish shit water and became one thick ‘soup’.
I grabbed my faithful ally, my plastic spoon and on the first handful…
The spoon broke.
Bia laugh was a mix of pity, shock and… happiness.
‘Oh, my god Hahahahahaha… The ONLY thing you had to eat this dump without making a mess of yourself… And you’ve done THIS. I’m sorry, Jarden, nothing I can do to help you now…’
I looked at the spoon. The circular base broke, but I still had the cable with a pointed hook of what was left of the connection.
I started reaching for her shit with the cable, grabbing very little quantities at a time. It would take forever to me to get the whole thing. Bia was laughing uncontrollably with her eyebrows up.
Even though this was taking too long, I was making progress. Eventually, she got tired and left, but before that she made me say ‘I love you’ on her asshole while she released her long, wet ‘goodbye’ fart.
She also sent a text right after.
‘Text me when you’re done’.
An hour and fifteen minutes later, I drank the shit-piss water with the straw, jerked off wonderfully and texted her.
‘I’m done, Bia, thank you enormously for this delicious meal.’
‘You’re welcome, toilet! Now, for your dessert: I also took a dump earlier on the toilet of the stall ‘out of order’, next to you. I put the sign, of course, we wouldn’t want any janitor to clean your dessert by mistake, right? Good luck!’
My stomach was awful at this point. I was entirely full and nauseated. But if Bia made a dessert for me, I wouldn’t waste any of it.
PART 11: MY NEW REALITY
This is a part where I can fast-forward some of the stories that happened after I began eating Bia’s shit on a regular basis.
My breath started to stank really bad, making all my co-workers stop calling me to hang out with them. The more isolated I became, more of Bia’s shit I idolized.
I’ve eaten her shit so many times now that I’m really dependent on it. And she made me do it in so many different and humiliating ways.
One time, she said it was hot-dog night and that we were going to celebrate our time together. Of course, it was a prank and she made me hold the hot-dog bun beneath her asshole and pushed a sausage shaped turd on the bread. She made me eat on the cold outside of the house, wearing one of her underwear’s.
She also began to introduce some ‘cuckold’ humiliation elements in our agreement, even though we were definitely not partners, she wanted to drain my masculinity by making me cum by myself three or four times in a row, hiding me in the closet and fucking some old bullies of mine, that were much more handsome than me and had huge cocks. She would moan loudly and after she sent the guy home, she would take a shit in my mouth, with my cock completely flaccid. While she did that, she verbally humiliated me, saying that I could never fuck her like that, that I wasn’t a true man, and that I’d die as toilet.
She loved to make this scenarios and introduce the shit eating elements in everything. It amused her, and It was so humiliating.
She would cook for us sometimes, some fancy food like an Italian Spaguetti, and set a very romantic table with candles and crystal glasses. She dressed up, put on makeup, dress an stunning dress and her best jewelry. She always made me feel very attracted to her. Then, when we were about to eat, she would climb on the table and shit on my spaghetti and piss on my glass. Then, she returned to her seat like nothing happened and continued to eat her meal, asking me how mine tasted and laughing during our conversation.
I also had a toothache one time, and since she graduated and opened her dental clinic (I ate a lot of her college shits before that) I asked her if I could have a free consultation to fix my pain. She was wearing the whole professional outfit: dentist coat, glasses, gloves, her perfect light golden hair tucked in the industrial cap. She began analyzing my sore teeth with her hands, while I was lying down on the patient’s chair and eventually said:
‘Yeah, I don’t think it is gonna be a problem’.
‘What, doctor? I’m sorry?’
‘No, I was checking if your sore teeth were the canine. But no, I think you’ll be okay chewing this dump that I have to take right now’.
She climbed on top of me, pulled down her dentist pants and coat and pushed an 8 inch turd on my mouth.
With time, the humiliating became less verbal and more about the attitudes speaking from themselves. She did not have to say the obvious thing all the time: I had to eat her shit, no matter where, whenever she needed, I was her one and only personal toilet.
Even when she traveled. One time she went to Paris and said that she had to shit about fifteen hours after she arrived. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to search, buy an airplane ticket online and go to the airport, face the flight, check-in this crap, check-out this crap, ask for a cab, get to the hotel, check-in, all this money, effort and time… just to each another’s woman shit just because she didn’t want to go on the regular toilet?
She managed to held her shit this time and her dump exploded straight from her perfect ass to my throat. We even took a photo on the balcony of me eating her shit, with her ass lifted up, and the Eiffel Tower on the back.
I never appeared in any of her Instagram stories, obviously, even though I saw her almost everyday. It was like I was an invisible person in this girl’s life, as I was becoming more invisible to my own life as well.
I stayed in Paris with her until the end of the trip. We were in a tall, bathroom-room apartment; she would wake up farting and sometimes she just moved her ass to the edge of the bed so she could shit without leaving her sleep. I’d crawl beneath her and eat her morning dumps with obedience and will.
This was my reality now and even though it became routine… I still couldn’t believe that it was truly happening.
When we returned to our country, a few days had passed when I received her brand new message:
‘Hi, Jarden, pull off your vacation days at work. We’re going to the beach.’
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vcbvo7/scat_femdom_mf_breaking_reality_ch_4
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