As the sun rose high in the sky, I stretched lazily in my cozy bed. The faint sound of my phone ringing slowly seeped into my consciousness, but I ignored it, content to bask in the warmth of my sheets. However, when the noise grew louder and more persistent, I grudgingly rolled over to check the source. Six missed calls from Alina – hmm, that was unusual. I played her latest text message on my screen out of curiosity: "I want to shit, I can't stand it!"
A wave of concern washed over me as I sat up straight. What could be wrong with Alina? I quickly dialed her number, hoping to hear that she was okay. Her frantic voice answered on the second ring. "Alina, what's going on? Are you feeling alright?" I asked with a note of worry in my tone.
"No, I'm not feeling well at all," she replied, her voice raw and strained. "I need to take a dump right now, and it's killing me!" There was an audible groan in the background, which only fueled my worry.
"Can you tell me what you've eaten for the last couple of days?" I asked, trying to get some insight into her predicament.
"Well," she hesitated. "I ate meat, meat, and last night, I drank four glasses of vodka." A long, low growl followed her confession.
"Sounds like you've got yourself quite a situation there," I said, trying to lighten the mood. She let out a humorless laugh before redirecting her focus back to her urgent need.
"Could you please come over? I'm desperate," she pleaded. "I'll pay you anything."
Feeling a mix of pity and excitement, I agreed to her request. After all, witnessing Alina in such a vulnerable state would be a rare encounter. As I made my way to her apartment, I couldn't help but imagine the scene that awaited me. The thought of seeing her struggling to contain her overflowing bowels sent a shiver down my spine.
When I finally reached her doorstep, I could hear her loud groans from within. Without knocking, I pushed open the door and stepped inside. My eyes widened at the sight before me – Alina was on her knees, her bare ass pointing up towards the ceiling, fingers desperately clawing at the tiled floor beneath her.
"Alina, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my cool despite the predicament we found ourselves in. "Why don't you just use the toilet?"
She let out a pitiful moan, her face contorted in agony. "I can't," she whimpered. "It won't come out! I need help."
Without another word, I swiftly removed my shirt and crawled behind her. Slowly but surely, her poop began to slide out of her ass, coating my face and hands in warm waste matter. The stench was overpowering, but I pushed through it, determined to ease her suffering.
As her ass cheeks clenched tight around the stream of excrement, I worked my fingers inside her body, massaging her insides to expel the remaining contents of her bowel. It was a messy and unceremonious affair, but we both knew it was necessary.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last bits of shit slid out of her with a loud "plop". Her body relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank you," she whispered gratefully, turning around to face me.
Our eyes met, and in that moment, something shifted between us. It was as if a new level of intimacy had been reached. Without thinking twice, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers, tasting the metallic tang of her mouth mixed with the faint hint of feces. As we kissed, her hands began to explore my body, tracing patterns that sent shivers down my spine.
When we finally pulled away from each other, we both had a strange look in our eyes. There was an unspoken understanding between us – a dark, twisted bond that neither of us could or wanted to break. The passion that had flared up earlier had yet to be sated, and we both knew it.
Without another word, I helped her to stand up, her trembling legs unable to support her own weight as she tried to regain her balance. She swayed forward, her breasts grazing against my chest. The scent of her sweat mingled with that of her excrement, and I found myself inexplicably aroused.
We walked towards her toilet, our steps in sync as if pulled by an invisible force. When she reached the toilet seat, she hesitated for a moment before turning around, her eyes locked on mine. She parted her lips and whispered softly, almost inaudibly, "Swallow it."
Without thinking twice, I leaned forward, my mouth opening wide. Without further hesitation, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her round ass hovering above the water line. With a loud "plop," a thick stream of diarrhea gushed out from between her cheeks and landed right in front of my agape mouth.
Without missing a beat, I leaned forward and started lapping at the liquid gold before me. The heat from her body seeped through my skin as I took more and more of her waste into my mouth, savoring every single drop. My tongue darted out, collecting any stray particles that may have fallen by the wayside.
As I stood there, my face buried in her toilet bowl, I knew that this was a moment I would cherish forever. A unique bond had been forged between us – a bond built on trust, intimacy, and the darkest desires of the human psyche.
