Candys mood was off. She had been feeling rather...perverse lately. Ever since she discovered the rush of control it gave her to reduce her boyfriend, Tom, to nothing but a bow-legged toady who would do anything for a taste of her filth. She had decided to take their relationship to the next level today, with a trip to her secret stash of literal shit.
The warehouse they drove into was unmarked and nondescript, but Candys knew exactly where she was going. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors, her heart raced with anticipation. Finally, they arrived at a small door that led to a humid room filled with rows upon rows of shelving units. On each shelf were neatly labeled jars filled with various types of feces: chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, even a few exotic flavors she didn't recognize.
Candys slowly made her way down the aisle, picking up some jars and sniffing them curiously. Tom, ever so eager to please, followed close behind, his eyes wide with wonder and excitement. He had no idea what she had in store for him today. She stopped at one of the jars labeled "Extra Large and Smeary" and pulled out its contents, a massive turd that glistened with moisture.
"Tom," she purred, holding up the turd for him to see, "I want you to taste this."
His eyes widened further as he took a step back. "But Candys, I don't want to taste your shit!"
"Oh, but you will," she said, her voice taking on a husky edge, "Because today I am in the mood for something special."
She placed the turd on the ground and gestured for him to kneel before her. Reluctantly, he did as she commanded. With a malicious grin, Candys pushed his face into the mess and forced his mouth open, using the handle of a plastic spoon to shove the warm turd into his mouth. He gagged at first, but quickly learned that resistance was futile when she smeared more onto his tongue until he swallowed.
She moved on to the next jar, this one labeled "Very Smelly," and repeated the process. This time, Tom retched only slightly before swallowing. The stench of the feces filled the room, mixing with the sweat and anticipation that hung in the air. He could feel his arousal growing beneath his shorts as Candys continued to degrade him like this.
As she worked her way down the rows of shelves, Candys could sense Tom's arousal growing alongside hers. She chose a jar of "Lightly Scented" turds and, with a smirk, instructed him to squeeze some onto her feet. He hesitated only for a moment before complying, kneeling before her and rubbing her toes through her shoes until they were coated in the soft, warm feces.
"Now lick it off," she commanded. "Every last drop."
Tom hesitated for only a moment before pressing his tongue to her shoe and lapping up the feces like a loyal hound. Candys moaned softly as he worked his way up her leg, his tongue flicking against her skin. When he reached her foot, he licked clean every inch of her soles, leaving nothing but the faint scent of shit behind.
"Good boy," she purred, pulling him back up and kissing him passionately. "Now it's time for our little surprise."
She led him down another corridor, finally stopping outside of a small windowless room. Inside, there was only one thing: a large metal toilet bowl filled with dark brown water. She pushed him inside and closed the door behind him.
"Pray that you're hungry," she whispered before flipping a switch on the wall. The room filled with the sound of flushing and the stench of raw sewage. Tom gasped as he realized what was happening, but there was nothing he could do as the water continued to rise, nearly reaching his chin.
Hours passed. Candys waited patiently outside, sipping on wine and humming softly to herself. Finally, the water began to recede, revealing a panting, soaked Tom covered in her filth. He crawled out of the repulsive chamber, collapsing on the floor at her feet.
"You look like a much better toy now," she said, running her hands through his soggy hair. "Now, let's see if you're worthy of me."
She pulled him close and kissed him, their tongues tangling as he tasted both her and himself on her lips. She guided him back to their car, where they drove home in silence, both lost in their own twisted thoughts.
Back at their place, Candys led him to their bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. "You know what to do," she said simply, pointing at her disheveled mess of a room.
Tom nodded, already eager to begin. He crawled over to the pile of dirty clothes and started sniffing, finding her scent amidst the fabric softener and sweat. He pulled out a pair of panties, bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply. It was all he could do not to cum right there.
Candys watched as he worked, enjoying the show. When he was finished, she smiled sinisterly, pulling down his shorts and underwear. "Now let's see how much you've really learned."
Tom trembled as he knelt before her, waiting for her signal. She took a deep breath and spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her soiled pussy. With shaking hands, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her sex, tasting the mixture of their fluids and feces. It was disgusting and incredible all at once.
As he worked his tongue, Candys moaned in pleasure, her hands running through his hair. She urged him on, never breaking eye contact, until he was cleaning every inch of her with his tongue. When he finished, she allowed him to climb onto the bed beside her, where they collapsed in a sweaty heap of filth and satisfaction.
This was their new normal now: this twisted dance between pleasure and degradation. And despite himself, Tom couldn't help but crave more.
