As the afternoon wore on, my phone rang, the screen showing an unknown number. I hesitated for a moment before answering, expecting it to be a telemarketer or some other nuisance call. However, to my surprise, it was a familiar voice on the other end of the line - Alina.
"Hey, Alina," I said, my heart immediately beginning to race with excitement. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her, a beautiful woman, calling me to talk about something so taboo yet so alluring: her shitting habits.
"Hi, there," she replied, her tone slightly more subdued than usual. "I was wondering if you're free tomorrow? I need to shit really bad."
My cock twitched at her words, and I could feel a warm sensation spreading across my lower abdomen. "Of course, Alina," I said, trying to appear nonchalant. "What time should I come over?"
"Around noon?" she suggested tentatively. "I think that should give me enough time to...you know..."
There was an awkward pause as we both tried to find the right words to continue the conversation. Finally, I broke the ice. "Can you tell me how many days it's been since your last bowel movement?"
Silence greeted my question, and for a moment, I thought I had gone too far. But then, to my surprise, Alina chuckled softly. "Four days," she confessed. "And I feel so bloated and uncomfortable. I think I've been eating a lot of constipating foods."
My mind raced with thoughts of all the delicious contents that must be building up in her poor, tormented colon. The image of her struggling to squeeze out a massive log of shit was enough to make my cock harden even more. "Well," I said slowly, trying to hide my arousal, "maybe we could start with some farting sounds? That might help loosen things up a bit."
There was another pause before Alina finally spoke. "Okay," she said, her voice sounding both nervous and intrigued. "I guess that couldn't hurt. How should I start?"
I found myself giving detailed instructions on how to make farting sounds, my mind completely focused on the task at hand. As I talked, I realized that this was more than just a kink for me - it was a part of who I was. And Alina, with her willingness to indulge my desires, was the perfect person to share this part of myself with.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alina let out a soft whiff of air. It was hardly a fart, more like a slight puff, but it was a start. We continued like this for several more minutes, each time increasing the intensity and volume of her fart sounds until finally, there was a loud, rumbling burst that echoed through the phone.
"Wow," I exclaimed, my cock jerking involuntarily in my pants. "That was amazing, Alina. I can't wait to see what else you have in store for me."
As the afternoon wore on, anticipation built up inside me until it felt like my entire being was focused on the task at hand. Finally, the next day arrived, and I found myself standing outside Alina's house at noon sharp. My heart pounded in my chest as I rang the doorbell, and when she opened the door, my eyes drank in her appearance - a beautiful woman, looking both nervous and excited.
"Hello," she said softly, stepping back to let me in. "Please, make yourself at home."
I followed her inside, my gaze fixed on her round ass cheeks quivering with every step. It was then that I noticed the strange look on her face - a mix of confusion and fear that only served to heighten my arousal.
"Are you okay, Alina?" I asked, trying to sound calm and reassuring.
She nodded slowly, her eyes locked on mine. "I think...I think I need to use the bathroom," she said hesitantly.
And with that, she turned and made her way down the hallway towards the bathroom. I followed at a respectful distance, my mind filled with images of what was about to happen. As she entered the bathroom, I heard the lock click into place, and then...nothing.
For what felt like an eternity, I stood there, listening intently for any sound that might indicate what was happening inside. And then, finally, it came: a low groan, followed by the unmistakable sounds of straining and grunting. My cock erupted in my pants as I realized that Alina was trying to pass her massive log of shit.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the noises continued. The smell of ass and shit filled the air, becoming almost overpowering. I couldn't help but imagine what it must look like - Alina struggling on the toilet, her ass cheeks stretched tight over her swollen rectum, her body shaking with the effort.
And then, finally, after what felt like hours, there was a loud splash, followed by an even louder sigh of relief. I heard the sound of flushing, and then the click of the lock. Slowly, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
There she was, Alina, sitting on the toilet, her posture slumped in exhaustion. Her panties were soaked with sweat and shit stains marred her once-pristine white panties. She looked up at me, her face streaked with tears and sweat.
"Alina," I said softly, reaching out to touch her arm. "You did it. You finally shat."
She nodded weakly, her body trembling with the after-effects of her ordeal. I knelt down next to the toilet, my gaze fixed on the messy remains of her shit log. It was massive - at least a foot long and half as wide - and covered in thick, slimy mucus.
"Do you want me to clean it up for you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded again, tears rolling down her cheeks. And so, I did what any good friend would do in such a situation: I reached into the toilet, grabbed the offending log, and pulled it out into the open. The stench was overpowering, a combination of fatty shit, farts, and the tangy smell of ass.
Ignoring the taste and texture, I used my hands to flatten out the log until it was smooth and easy to handle. Then, with a deep breath, I scooped up a large chunk and held it to her mouth. "Here," I said, my voice hoarse with excitement. "Eat it."
She stared at me, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. But then, slowly, she opened her mouth, and I slipped the chunk of shit inside. She gagged and choked as she forced it down her throat, but she didn't stop until every last bit was gone.
And so it continued - me scooping up messy pieces of shit from the toilet and feeding them to Alina, who willingly opened her mouth and swallowed them whole. It was a surreal, erotic experience that left us both breathless and covered in filth.
Finally, when there was nothing left to eat, we both stood up, our clothes sticking to our sweat-soaked bodies. We looked into each others' eyes, and for a moment, it felt as if time had stopped. There was an intense connection between us - a bond forged by our shared experiences and desires.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice little more than a hoarse croak.
"Don't thank me," I replied, my heart racing with joy. "This is what I live for."
And with that, we both knew that our strange, taboo relationship had only just begun.
