As soon as school was dismissed, the young and petite daughter hurriedly made her way home. The familiar smell of her father's cooking filled the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation. She quickly changed out of her uniform and headed straight for the bathroom, eager to relieve herself before joining her family for dinner.
Upon entering the bathroom, she noticed something strange. The floor was oddly clean and there was an unfamiliar smell wafting through the air. Confused, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and began to urinate. Midway through, she heard a voice whisper, "Not on the seat, Sweetie. In the bowl." Remembering her father's constant reminders about hygiene, she quickly shifted her aim and finished up.
As she stood up, she noticed a pile of magazines on the floor next to the toilet. The covers showed scantily clad women and provocative titles - things she knew her dad wasn't normally interested in. Curiosity getting the better of her, she picked one up, only to find pages filled with pictures of women defecating. Her heart began to race as she realized what was happening.
Her father had set this up. He wanted her to fill the bowl with her feces. In that moment, shame and fear washed over her, but also a strange curiosity. She'd never done anything like this before, certainly not for an audience. With trembling hands, she lowered herself back onto the toilet seat and began to push.
At first, only small turds emerged, but as she relaxed and concentrated, bigger and bigger pieces emerged. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the thoughts of her father watching her and instead focused on the feeling of release. One last push and she heard a satisfying splash as the last of her waste hit the water.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to see her father standing in front of her, a gleam of pride in his eyes. "That's my good girl," he said softly. "Now come here so I can inspect your work." She moved towards him, feeling both repulsed and excited by the situation. He ran a finger through the muck, smearing it gently across her labia and anus, and she couldn't help but squirm at the sensation.
He then led her to the living room, where they sat on the couch together. He held her chin up gently, forcing her to look at him. "You did a good job for Daddy, didn't you? You always do what you're told, don't you?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy," she replied, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
He reached behind him, grabbing a remote. The TV turned on, and they watched together as a video began to play. It was footage of her on the bathroom floor, completely unaware that she was being recorded. The sight of her own waste filling the toilet bowl and slipping gently over the side made her shudder with both fear and excitement.
As they watched, he ran a finger along her lips, urging her to taste what was left. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and let a small turd slip between her lips. It tasted foul, but she couldn't help but notice how proud her father seemed to be. He slipped another piece in, and then another, until her mouth was full.
Finally, he lifted her up, walking her to her bedroom. He lay her down on the bed, gently spreading her legs as he began to lick and kiss her soiled lower-half. The pleasure mixed with revulsion made her moan uncontrollably. He pulled down her panties, revealing her tight little hole. "Do you want Daddy to fill you up with his seed?" he asked softly. She nodded, unable to believe what was happening but unable to stop it too.
With one swift thrust, he pushed two fingers inside her anus, filling her up in an instant. He began to thrust gently, moaning in pleasure as he did so. She let out a soft whimper as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. This was the furthest she'd ever gone with him, but also the most intense connection they'd ever shared.
As they laid there together, wrapped in each other's arms, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She'd done something she never thought possible for her father, something that filled her both with disgust and an overwhelming sense of love. Tears began to well up in her eyes as they fell asleep in each other's arms, the smell of shit filling the air around them.
