The Scat-Princess, Tifany, was lounging on the rooftop with her friends when she had an idea. They'd had their usual fun with their unsuspecting victim, forcing him to clean their feet and enduring his disgusting requests for food. However, this time, they decided to try something new.
They dragged the helpless man up onto the roof, away from the stench of his own filth inside the house. Despite his protests, they forced him to his knees before them, expecting him to beg again for their disgusting attentions. But instead, Tifany made a surprising statement: "Today, we will find out if he truly loves us."
The Scat-Princesses giggled, their eyes sparkling with mischief. One of them produced a tantalizingly large turd, fresh from their asses, and held it before the man's trembling lips. With a sly smile, she asked him, "Tell me, do you love us?"
The man hesitated, his nose twitching at the repulsive aroma. This was something he'd never experienced before - they were trying to turn him into a shit-eating slave against his will. But as he looked into the faces of his tormentors, he saw something that made his heart ache: they were not just cruel, but lonely as well.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled his resolve and said, "Yes, I love you."
Tifany's eyes widened in surprise, but she recovered quickly. "Then prove it," she challenged, pushing the turd closer to his trembling lips.
The man knew what was expected of him, but the thought of swallowing their filth made his stomach churn. Desperation overcame him as Tifany looked on, her eyes full of expectation and anticipation.
Feeling like he had no choice, he opened his mouth and took the first bite. The taste was worse than anything he could have imagined, but he forced himself to swallow. To his horror, he realized that the taste was addictive, and before he knew it, he was begging for more.
As he ate, the Scat-Princesses watched on in satisfaction. They had broken their unfortunate victim, turning him into the shiteater they always knew he could be. Yet there was something in their eyes that hinted at disappointment; they were still lonely, even after gaining such a powerful slave.
The man continued to eat their filth, unable to resist the new addiction that had taken hold of him. He knew that this was now his destiny - to be their faithful shit-eating slave, satisfying their every whim and desire.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the rooftop, Tifany turned to her friends and smiled. "I think we have a keeper," she mused, running her finger through the remnants of their meal.
The other Scat-Princesses nodded in agreement, their eyes glinting with dark pleasure. They had found their new favorite toy, and nothing was going to take it away from them. Not anymore.
