Natalia Kapretti was eagerly anticipating the arrival of her devoted shit-eater. For two days, she had been preparing herself, filling up on a diet of fruits and vegetables to ensure her stomach was churning with an abundance of delicious, nutrient-rich waste. The smell of her own feces was already starting to fill the room, making her mouth water excitedly as she imagined the taste of her own shit.
As the doorbell rang, Natalia's heart raced with excitement. She hurried to answer it, her body shaking with anticipation as she threw open the door. There he was, her loyal servant, dressed in his usual attire - a neatly pressed suit and tie. He had no idea what was in store for him today.
"Hello, Natalia," he said, his voice trembling slightly. He couldn't help but notice the intoxicating scent that filled the air, and his stomach churned with a mixture of dread and arousal.
"Hello, dear," she replied, her voice sweet and gentle. "I'm so glad you could come over today." Without further ado, she stepped back, allowing him to enter the room. As soon as he crossed the threshold, she went into action. With quick and practiced movements, she unbuttoned his suit jacket and tugged at his tie, pulling it free from his neck.
Her eyes were fixed on his face, watching the confusion and shock spread across it as she began to undress him. He was breathing heavily now, his cheeks red from both exertion and embarrassment. And then, just as she knew he would, he noticed the heaping pile of hot, steaming shit that was waiting for him on the coffee table.
"Wh-what is that?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. It was clear to Natalia that he was in complete shock. She smiled sweetly at him, taking a step closer.
"That," she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction, "is breakfast for you." And with that, she pushed him forward, forcing him to kneel before the pile of diarrhea. His face was only inches away now, and Natalia watched as he started to gag involuntarily at the putrid stench.
"Now," she said, her voice taking on a commanding tone, "I want you to open your mouth wide and let me fill it with my fresh, hot diarrhea." And so he did, his eyes filled with tears as he parted his lips and waited for her to fill his mouth.
Natalia took her time, slowly scooping up handfuls of her warm, soft shit and pushing them into his mouth. She could feel his stubble scratching against her palm as he struggled not to resist her, his body shaking with revulsion and arousal. And when she finally felt that his stomach couldn't possibly hold any more of her feces, she stepped back and admired her work.
His face was covered in her diarrhea, thick strings of it hanging from his lips and chin. He was gagging and wheezing, unable to believe what was happening to him. And yet, there was something undeniably erotic about the whole situation. As if sensing his arcane thoughts, Natalia smiled and slowly licked her lips, tasting the remnants of her shit.
"Now," she said, her voice low and sultry, "eat it." And so he began, moving his jaw up and down as he slowly forced himself to swallow the disgusting yet strangely arousing substance. Natalia watched with eager anticipation, her body trembling with excitement as she waited for him to finish.
When he finally did, she placed a tender kiss on his forehead and led him to the bathroom, where she helped him clean himself up. The whole experience had been incredibly intense for both of them, and they both knew that they would be thinking about it for a long time to come.
As he left her apartment, Natalia watched him go, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew that he would be back, and soon. The thought of him eagerly awaiting her next 'gift' was enough to make her body thrum with anticipation. Until then, she would savor the memory of their latest encounter, reliving every sticky, stinky moment in her mind.
