As the day began to wind down, Anna hurriedly made her way home from work at the buffet restaurant. Her stomach was in knots; she had indulged in too much food at lunchtime and was now experiencing stomach cramps. All she could think about was getting back to her husband and preparing his dinner.
Anna shared a small apartment with her husband, who worked long shifts as a doctor. He always came home late and starving, so Anna made sure to have his meals ready for him whenever he returned. Tonight, however, she felt too ill to cook anything elaborate. When she finally reached their apartment, she could barely stand on her feet, let alone prepare a fancy meal.
Her husband met her at the door with a concerned look on his face. "Anna, are you okay? You look terrible." He helped her into the apartment and sat her down on the couch.
"I'm just not feeling well," she managed to utter between gasps. "Let me just lie down for a bit."
Her husband understood and left her alone, giving her some time to rest. As she lay there, the pain subsided slightly, and she felt an urge to use the bathroom. She got up and made her way to the toilet, holding her stomach as she went.
To her horror, when she sat down on the toilet seat, she realized that she needed to shit. She couldn't hold it in anymore. There was no way she could make it to the bathroom and back to clean herself up without waking her husband. And so, with no other option, she did the unthinkable - she shat on the plate her husband had given her earlier.
Satisfied at last, Anna managed to clean herself up and stagger back to the living room, presenting the soiled plate to her husband. "Dinner," she muttered softly.
Her husband looked at her in shock, his face a mixture of disgust and concern. "Anna, what have you done?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"I... I didn't have any other choice," she replied sheepishly. "I had to go, and I couldn't wake you up."
He sighed and slowly took the plate from her. "I see... well, at least you tried. Go rest now."
Anna thanked him and retreated to their bedroom, feeling nothing but shame and humiliation. She knew she had crossed a line, but she had also known that she wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer.
As for her husband, he didn't say anything about it for the rest of the night. He even praised the meal, not realizing what it was that he was eating. But deep down, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the whole situation.
The following day, Anna woke up feeling much better. She decided to clean the apartment while her husband was at work and threw away the soiled plate along with the remains of their "dinner." She promised herself that she would never let something like that happen again.
But as she cleaned, she found herself aroused by the thought of her husband eating her shit. The forbidden nature of it all turned her on, and she couldn't help but imagine him enjoying every bite. It was a sickening thought, yet it also filled her with a perverse satisfaction.
When her husband returned home, they had dinner together as if nothing had happened. But deep down, they both knew that something had changed between them. The events of the previous night had bound them together in a twisted way, forever transforming their relationship.
