As the evening sun began to set, Sarah felt the familiar tightening in her bowels signaling that it was time for her to prepare for a massive shit. She retreated to the bathroom and locked the door, knowing that her toilet was about to be put through its paces. She wore no underwear, enjoying the cool breeze on her bare ass cheeks as the warmth between her legs grew ever stronger. After positioning herself comfortably on the throne, Sarah gasped in anticipation as her asshole clenched tightly around nothingness, craving release.
Her long, lithe fingers reached down and slowly began to penetrate her puckered hole, massaging the insides gently. "Oh, yes," she moaned softly, feeling the walls of her anus relax a little in response. Something large and heavy began to press against her rectal walls, pushing against her sensitive insides. She let out a low groan, mixed with pleasure and pain.
"You want out, don't you, big boy?" she asked, rubbing her clit through her panties. "You just have to be patient a little longer."
Sarah rotated her hips, forcing the foreign object to spin and twirl in her rectum, causing an almost unbearable sense of fullness. She gripped the toilet seat tightly with her gloved hands, bracing herself for what was to come. Suddenly, her world exploded in a shower of watery diarrhea that splattered against the porcelain beneath her. The pressure from within eased slightly, enough for her to breathe again. She let out a sigh of relief, grinning ear to ear.
"That's it, baby. Empty those bowels," she encouraged herself, continuing to stroke her soaked pussy. Another heavy gush of shit forced its way out, followed by shorter, sharper bursts that seemed almost endless. The scent of her feces filled the room, causing her to sway slightly in ecstasy. As the final wave of shit noisily plopped into the toilet bowl, Sarah felt a strange sense of loss. Her asshole ached, stretched, and slightly expanded from the torrent of filth that had just exited her body.
She rose unsteadily from the toilet, her ass cheeks glistening with sweat and sticky with shit. She turned to face you, a wide grin on her face. She stepped closer, her lower body moving slowly. "Were you watching?" She purred, taking your hand and leading you to the toilet. "Here, take a look," she commanded, pulling your face down to the rim of the bowl. Your nose was instantly engulfed in the putrid stench of her recent work, but you didn't care.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" She asked, smirking and nuzzling her lips into your neck. You nodded eagerly. With a gentle tug, she pulled your head up, revealing her ass cheeks spread apart, her glistening asshole exposed to you. "Go on, dive in," she encouraged, spreading her fingers across her ass, widening that tight orifice.
You complied without hesitation, diving into the pile of soiled toilet paper and rubbing the thick brown paste all over your tongue. The taste was of human shit, raw and unfiltered. It filled your mouth until you could barely breathe, but you didn't care. It was perfection.
When you were done, Sarah stepped back, revealing a sight that would make your dick rock-hard if it could. Her asshole glistened with remnants of shit, smeared all over the pale, delicate skin. She reached back, wiping her fingers firmly across the puckered flesh, spreading the remaining mass as wide as she could. Her asshole pulsated enticingly, the clean, pink interior hidden beneath the layers of filth.
"Now," she said, pulling you up by the collar and leading you out of the bathroom. "You've had your fun. Time to clean up," she said with a wink. You followed her numbly, her orders ringing loud and clear in your mind. You didn't need to be told twice.
Together, you went to the living room where you kneeled on the rug, waiting for her next command. She strutted over, kicking her legs out behind her, showing off the perfectly clean asshole you had so lovingly worshipped moments before. She handed you a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle of cleaner. "Get to work," she commanded, watching as you knelt down and began cleaning the floor.
Hours passed as you scrubbed and scoured every inch of the floor, but it was work you loved. The smell of shit and bleach filled the room, making you lightheaded with excitement. When you finished, Sarah rose and turned to walk away, her hips swaying invitingly. "Good job, my little shit eater," she giggled, her voice distant.
You looked up to see her disappearing into the kitchen, heading towards the stove. A moment later, a delightful aroma filled the air. Dinner was ready. Your stomach grumbled in anticipation, but you knew what was for dessert.
"Come here," Sarah called from the kitchen, batting her eyes innocently. You rose and walked over, your heart pounding with excitement. She waited until you were standing directly in front of her, then picked up a spoonful of the thick, brown stew simmering on the stove. She smiled gently and watched as you opened your mouth, willingly accepting your meal. The flavors were rich and familiar, filling your senses with comfort and warmth.
"This is what I made for you," she whispered huskily, leaning down to kiss you softly on the forehead. "It's all yours." And it was. Every last messy, delicious bite. You ate hungrily, savoring every bite, knowing that this was the meal of a lifetime.
