Dula and I were taking a tour of Rome when we stumbled upon a local market nearby. As we browsed through the stalls, we noticed an older gentleman who seemed rather fascinated by us. He kept staring and smiling, even going as far as buying some fruits and berries from one of the vendors.
After a while, he approached us with a sheepish grin. He apologized for being forward, but explained that he had a fantasy and wondered if we would be interested in helping him fulfill it. His request was unusual to say the least - he wanted us to create a fruit smoothie for him, but with a twist: he wanted it made out of his own urine and feces, mixed together with the fruits we had just seen him buy.
At first, we were taken aback by his request. However, curiosity got the better of us, and we decided to go along with it. After all, it was just a fantasy, right? So, we agreed to fulfill his wish provided he brought everything he needed - including a blender, large glass, and containers for his "ingredients".
Upon arriving back at our hotel room, we set up shop on the kitchen counter. We peeled the banana, chopped up the berries, and added them all to the blender container along with some milk. Then, we waited for the gentleman to arrive with his "special contributions."
When he finally did arrive, he looked both nervous and excited. He hesitated at first but eventually produced a decanter filled with pee and a large bowl containing what appeared to be human feces. Without hesitation, we added it all to the blender and turned it on high.
The smell was foul, but the smoothie mixture actually looked quite tempting as it blended together. We shared a look of disgust mixed with morbid fascination as we began preparing our plan of attack. We each took a small glass and started sipping from them to simulate how it would feel to swallow his concoction.
As we shared our impressions, Dula decided she would be the one to feed him from a spoon while I cleaned up any remaining mess from inside the bowl. The moment of truth arrived as we handed him the first spoonful of his creation, watching eagerly to see how he would react.
To our surprise, he gulped it down eagerly and asked for more. We fed him spoonful after spoonful until he could barely stand up straight from being so full of food and anticipation. Eventually, we decided to give him the final climax of his fantasy by having him drink the remaining smoothie from the bowl.
He drank every last drop, moaning loudly with satisfaction as he did so. Dula and I congratulated him on fulfilling his fantasy and jokingly called him an idiot before telling him he needed to leave with his 'full balls' so everyone could see him. We all share a laugh before the gentleman thanked us profusely, paid us generously, and left us giggling to ourselves in disbelief over what we had just experienced together.
