u/Sloppy_Secret

Hello loves!

I am behind on writing about my last couple scat adventures, but I thought you'd all be amused by what happened to me this evening...

I normally eat a Carnivore diet, but I've been depressed and overwhelmed lately, so I've just been eating whatever. Today, I had a whole pint of pineapple upside down cake ice cream with caramel syrup, along with some rotisserie chicken. I'd also had alcohol last night, which was still affecting my gut a bit.

I went to a steakhouse this evening with a few girlfriends to catch up after not seeing each other for about a year. I had a chop steak with jack cheese, mushrooms and onions, and a TON of mashed potatoes and brown gravy. We were in the restaurant for over 2 hours.

Me and one of the girls will usually stay and chat for another hour, as we're both much more naughty than the others and like to talk about sex. So we sat outside and did just that. I told her that I'd discovered a new, extreme kink, that I post on Reddit about it, etc, but didn't tell her specifically what the kink is.

She told me she was curious and absolutely wouldn't judge, but also that she wouldn't push me to tell her. To illustrate how non-judgemental she is about kink, she told me that one of her female massage clients confided in her that she likes to eat her husband's shit. I was like, Woah... But kept a neutral face (very hard for me lol).

I still didn't tell her, but as she was talking, I realized that my stomach was finally done with all my nonsense and I needed to shit NOW!

There were still cars in the parking lot, but I was sure the restaurant was closed, or would be in a few minutes, so I didn't want to go in. I didn't live far, and I felt pretty confident I could make it. An important note: my apartment is doing maintenance on the parking lot, and so I have to park a few minutes walk from my building. On top of going up two flights of stairs and fully undressing because I wore a romper today.

I was clenching my hands around my steering wheel and my asshole as tight as I could. The shit was hot, spicy, and ANGRY. I cannot even describe the discomfort I was experiencing, desperately holding it in. Every red light was torture, and every slow-moving car ahead of me was actively prolonging my suffering. I found myself chanting in my head, "I can make it, I can make it, I can make it." But as I pulled into the parking lot and stared down the painfully long walk I was facing, I lost my confidence.

It was dark outside, but there were lights in the parking lot, a couple cars passing by, people occasionally walking through the lot, and my interior lights stay on an obnoxiously long time after turning the vehicle off, so they were nice and bright.

I scrambled into the back seat, grabbing the emergency potty seat and wipes I keep, and set it on the seat. I quickly wrestled my romper (I don't wear bras) and WHITE PANTIES down and perched. I prayed that the bag was sturdy and that the goddamn lights would shut off, as I sat completely nude (tits visible to anyone who might have strolled by) and unloaded a sludgy torrent into the bag.

I continued to pray - that no one would walk by, the bag would hold, that this would be the only wave of filth that needed to leave my body. And as the interior lights finally dimmed and flicked off, I noticed someone was in their car, facing mine but 4-5 spaces away. I could only see their cellphone, as they appeared to be reclined in the seat. I prayed this meant that they were scrolling and didn't notice me...

The smell was all-consuming, but it didn't bother me, beyond hoping that it completely dissipates before I have any passengers... I also decided to piss, though I worried again about the capacity of the bag. I was extremely pleased that wiping was so easy, and there was somehow zero backsplash, and nothing had gotten into my panties. I looked at the brownish orange slop I'd blasted out before tying off the bag and removing it from the potty seat.

As I moved things around, I felt wetness on the outside of the bag and saw a couple dark, wet spots on the carpet. I kept smelling my fingers, but the smell was so thick and acidic in the car. It didn't seem like there was any shit or piss on my hands, but I couldn't figure out where the wetness was coming from. I deeply hope that it was wetness from the wipes as I yanked them out of the package. I guess I won't know for sure until I get in my vehicle tomorrow...

I got dressed and finally made my way out to throw the bag in the dumpster, briefly musing about one of our pervert community members finding the bag, and what they might do with it.

I went back to my car, gathered my things, and made my amused walk of shame to my door.

Better luck next time, I guess...

It's been over a month since I've posted, and so many of you have reached out in comments and DMs asking if I'm alright. Thank you so much for the love!! <3 I didn't mean to worry anyone! Everything has been great, just very, very busy. My social/emotional capacity has also been very minimal, so I’ve been cocooning a bit online and in person.

Anyway, most of the experiences I've had over the last few weeks have been much smaller scale and straight forward. And with these experiences being smaller scale, it's allowed me to indulge more. This caused a bit of a backup in writing (pun intended).

I think it makes the most sense at this point to post a collection of shorter writings to catch you all up on what I've been up to the last month, so here we go! Thank God I record most of what I do lol!

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Wednesday, July 1st:

My boyfriend's childhood best friend was flying in from out of state for five days. We knew he wasn't going to spend the entire time with us, but we scrambled to finish cleaning so we could get it in one more time before he arrived.

As we have far more anal sex than anything else, I bent over on the couch, asking him to just spit on it a little instead of lube. I was craving a rougher entry. I wanted to feel the ache for the couple days we couldn't play together. He slowly but firmly sank into my ass.

I enjoyed the mix of pain and pleasure for a little while, until my dirty craving set in. “I wish we had time for you to piss in my ass,” I complained. He scooped around my hips and lifted me to my feet, still buried inside me.

We did our silly conjoined-twin shuffle to the bathroom and then he used my asshole to milk his balls dry. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was left inside. His body stilled, and then he filled me like a water balloon. My guts clenched for a moment at the familiar, intense sensation - the warmth, the pressure, the expansion.

I asked if he could clean up very quickly and if I could have a moment alone with what came out. I knew it was risky, because we were running out of time, but it's also not unusual for bathrooms to smell a little like shit sometimes…

He exited, and I sat back on the tub floor, pushing hard to blast out his cum, his piss, and several hearty chunks of shit. I immediately started working my clit with one hand as I scooped up a small lump with the other and popped it straight into my mouth.

As always, the flavor was unpleasant. I sealed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, with my shit trapped in between. I furiously rubbed myself as my waste began slowly melting. I broke the seal and let some air into my mouth to test how the flavor had changed. It had mellowed to near perfection.

I sent myself over the edge thinking about secretly having shit in my belly when our friend arrived, while witnessing the sewage still splattered across the bottom of the tub. My moan came out in a soft whimper, and as the shudders throughout my body subsided, I swallowed. After one final shiver in reaction to the bitter flavor, all of my muscles relaxed. I smiled and brought my hand to my stomach, fingers slick with my fresh cum.

How I love having my dirty little secrets.

Sunday, July 12th:

I wrote this as a comment to another lovely friend here when it happened, but I’ve edited to add a little more detail and clarity.

My boyfriend and I weren’t planning on anything particularly dirty — just some good ole fashioned anal. It turns out it was indeed dirty. When we changed positions, a substantial nugget actually fell out of my asshole onto the couch. I very calmly picked it up with a tissue, which I placed right in front of my face as he continued to drill my ass. I wanted to put it into my mouth so badly, but I couldn’t let him see me do it. But it made me so hot, my shit being just inches from my face.

When we were finished, he caught me eyeing his dirty cock. I partially cleaned him up with a wipe because although I’d liked him clean before, and he knows I put shit in my mouth when I’m alone, I was nervous about him watching me eat the bigger pieces stuck to him. I pouted a little as wiped him a bit, then sucked him the rest of the way clean. I loved nibbling the little gritty bits - they were softish again like raw cashews. It made me completely feral again, so I started jamming him into the very back of my mouth. He quickly blew a HUGE load into the back of my throat. It made me gag because it was so powerful. I loved getting to lick up what had blasted back out between my lips! With how hard he came, I wondered if any part of the filthiness had turned him on.

As we were getting in the shower, he wasn't sure if he had to shit or just fart, so he sat on the toilet and pushed out mostly just a little mucus, but a little poop too. I wanted to look between his cheeks, so I hesitated until he noticed because I was too shy to just say it. He knew what I wanted. He immediately bent over and showed me his hole, which had a gorgeous, deep brown mucky streak. I squished his cheeks open and closed several times.

He asked if there was something else I wanted to do. I said I did, but I was scared. He asked, "Do you need any help?" I told him I needed him to say it was okay. He kept telling me it was fine, and to go ahead, but I needed him to say, “It’s okay.” We went back and forth for a bit, but instead of continuing to argue, he reached back to grab my head and pulled my face toward his ass. I resisted a bit, still needing him to say the exact words, but he fully gripped the back of my head and slammed his messy hole to my mouth. My tongue shot out, and oh my God… He tasted so good. A bit of nutty sweetness. I hungrily licked him clean, but I wanted more! It took me a bit to calm down and not attack him with unreasonable demands, but I managed to let him get in the shower.

I went into the kitchen and started fingering my ass, licking it clean repeatedly. I dug up inside me as much as I could, but I was only getting little specks. Then I put two fingers inside and pushed, dropping a liquidy brown puddle into my hand and some on the floor. It smelled terrible, but all I could think was, "I want to eat shit," so I licked the liquid in little bits until I had swallowed half of my mud puddle.

I wanted to tell him that I want to be his toilet paper from now on, but I was still afraid of finding that line...of saying something that's just too much. He could tell that I wanted to say something and he kept pressing me. All I could do was look at the floor and shake my head. Then he said, "What, do you want me to actually shit next time?" I just laughed nervously and said I wasn't expressly thinking of that…this time.

Later in the day, it came up again, and I did admit it to him. He didn’t say anything. He simply kissed my blushed cheeks.

Monday, July 13th:

I was home alone and horny, and I could feel I had at least one small log inside. The thought of eating had been clogging up my brain the whole day, so I decided to see what I could accomplish.

I laid a pile of toilet paper on the bathroom floor and set up my phone to record. I squatted down and started pushing. My poop was super smooth and soft — almost gummy. It came out in two oily snakes. I turned around to push some more, both hoping for more shit, and to catch a good gape on camera. I ran my thumb down my pussy and made a sticky wet string that I licked off my hand. As I looked down at my shit, I was surprised at the color. It was so dark it was nearly black. I turned back around to sit and record myself playing with my clit, the little pile right in front of me.

I picked up the toilet paper and brought it up close to my nose, smelling it. I kept taking really deep inhales while rubbing my clit, sticking my tongue out and daring myself to take a taste. I really wanted to just put it all in my mouth, but I was nervous it might be a little too soft.

I did decide to taste it while I was still recording, but watching myself gets me SO hot! I pushed through the fear and stuck my tongue out again. But as I brought my waste to my mouth, it was all over… My tongue was maybe half an inch from my shit and I instantly came. I scooped up all of my cum and licked it off my fingers. I closely inspected my shit, smushing it a bit with the toilet paper, still thinking about taking a taste. But the post-nut clarity hit, and I dumped it into the toilet.

Maybe tomorrow I could make it happen?

Tuesday, July 14th:

My boyfriend and I had been up into the early hours of the morning, enjoying each other’s bodies. This time, he came in my ass, and the sex itself hadn’t been messy. I wanted to slurp up every drop of what he’d deposited into my bowels, so I headed to the bathroom alone.

I stood in front of the mirror with one foot up on the counter and cupped my fingers under my asshole. I pushed and strained, desperate for a nasty little morsel to come out with what was leaking out of my weakened hole. I kept checking, licking up the clear fluid, finding occasional tiny brown bits of mucus. I savored the flavor of us together, then pushed some more.

I found myself becoming frustrated, almost angry because I WANTED TO EAT SHIT. I wasn’t very nice about it when I stabbed two fingers into myself, pushing as deep as I could with the angle I was working with. As I noticed my growing anger, I considered that I might actually have a problem. I strained into my hand, feeling the second finger descend to where I could reach it. I was AMAZED at how deep inside of myself I was. I stole a few unnecessary but divine strokes. The tissue was so smooth to the touch. But then… finally! Two tiny pebbles! I dug them out quickly surveyed them — light/medium brown and too small to show any real texture. I breathed slowly and deeply, not allowing any thoughts of disgust or shame to enter my mind. I was going to eat it, and I was going to like it.

I watched myself lick up the cum and my little treasures. I positioned one between my front teeth, and with lips pulled back to watch, I bit into it. I moved the bits around with my tongue, pressing them forward to chew and squish between my teeth. I was amazed at the sight, and not particularly bothered by the very small amount of bitter flavor.

I had decided not to touch myself so that I could swallow more easily, and without allowing any more thought, I gulped it down. The glow on my face in the mirror was almost unsettling. It was beautiful, with a touch of danger.

And I liked it.

Wednesday, July 15th:

I had another quiet late afternoon to myself. After almost an hour of watching mostly women eating shit (thank you goddesses of Reddit!!), I could feel that I had something waiting up the pipe.

I recorded myself pissing, then made another toilet paper nest on the floor to squat over. I sat back and strained, using my fingers to push hard on my lady-taint. A couple small nuggets squeezed out. I stuck my thumb inside my pussy and could feel more little rocks on the other side of the wall. I massaged them down and out from the inside until I had a nice, steamy little pile.

I bent down to take in their scent, then got fully onto my elbows and knees to pick up the paper and bring the light brown lumps to my face. The screen of my phone reflected back a depraved woman, gently licking the shit pebbles with the tip of her tongue, before stuffing all but two pieces into her mouth.

I stood up to face myself in the mirror, propping my phone up to watch from a slightly different angle. I quickly washed my hands before I brought my fingers to my clit. With my tongue, I smashed all of the pieces to the roof of my mouth, scraped the wad off, and pressed them to squeeze out under my top teeth. I repeated this until I had formed a large, cohesive wad of shit, which I showed off to the camera several times. I loved watching my teeth become progressively more brown.

After swapping it between the top of my mouth and my tongue, I stuck it to the roof of my mouth and went in hard on my clit, practically humping my own hand.

As I felt my shitty saliva pool in the back of my mouth, I came. My face scrunched up and my head fell back as my pussy pulsed over my fingers. It was glorious, but I had too much shit in my mouth. I quickly spit it out before the revulsion set in. Immediately, I felt a pang of regret, like I should have tried to swallow some.

But I knew I’d get another chance.

Saturday, July 18th:

I still hadn’t been able to rid my brain of the thought of eating shit, and I wanted to see what savory flavors might be able to mask the bitterness, because I wanted to go bigger…

I let my boyfriend drill my ass again until he blew inside me and I stayed awake while he drifted off to sleep. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, wondering what I could use to fuck my ass a little bit more. It felt silly, but I unwrapped a string-cheese and made my way to the bathroom. I laid some paper towels underneath where I stood, again in front of the mirror.

Although my hole was sloppy with my boyfriend’s cum, I spit on the cheese stick to ensure a good insertion. I started my camera and watched the snack gliding in and out of my hole. I pulled it out and sucked all of the cum off. I reinserted it, and when I pulled it out, a blob of cum spurted out, messing my leg and foot and completely missing the paper towel. I giggled and stuffed the cheese back in. It was more difficult, as it had softened from the heat of my insides.

I watched my asshole project outward as I pushed internally, externally squeezing my anus shut. I let my hole slowly peek open. More cum squirted out around the stick, most of which I caught. I sipped it out of my palm. It was extra salty from the mozzarella.

I was having fun, but I was ready to eat. I squatted down and started to push again. It was slow at first, but then I relaxed my sphincter and rocketed the stick out. It landed on the paper towel with a tiny thud. There were a few Hershey’s Kiss-sized, oblong pieces of shit snuggled up next to the food, all bathed in cum and my anal mucus.

I repositioned the camera and got down on my hands and knees. Like a dog, I didn’t use my hands. I brought my mouth to the floor and chomped off a big, cummy chunk of cheese. I took another bite, and used my tongue to gather up the smaller piece of poop. Chewing it all together felt satisfying, but I shuddered deeply when I swallowed it. The salty snack didn’t mask or compliment the shit at all. I made the decision not to try to eat the biggest piece.

I finished the extra salty cheese and then stood with the smallest remaining piece of waste. Again before the mirror, I smashed it up with my tongue and top front teeth before taking one last swallow. I was glowing and excited again, and I couldn't wait to go to sleep with fresh shit in my belly.

But, maybe another sweet food next time…

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I've got one more experience to share, but it deserves its own feature. Stay tuned 🥰

No rubber piggies were harmed in the making of this experience 😇, but you get major bonus points if you get the reference!

I woke up Wednesday morning with sex and shit on the brain. I don't very often directly initiate sex. I typically give overt hints that I want it and then wait for my boyfriend to take what he wants, but as I envisioned riding his cock reverse cowgirl and then taking a dump on his belly, my primal instincts went into overdrive. I knew I couldn’t make my vision come to life, but the next best thing would be to sit my ass onto his dick and hope a mess was made.

I rolled over and started sucking him, getting him hard and lubed up. Being the aggressor for once, I pushed his hips to make him lie on his back and pulled him away from the wall a bit. I climbed him, lined my pussy up, and dropped down to take him inside of me. I bounced for a handful of seconds, but knew it would be a short ride. As expected, his erection softened slightly. I rocked my hips back and forth, savoring the sensations in all the places he was touching within me. I rubbed and tugged on my nipples while gyrating for a few minutes before I climbed off. I sucked him again, tasting the sweetness and tang of my juices until he was solid again. I stepped over once more and squatted, still facing away from him. I had made a point not to look at his face as I did all of this. I reached down to squeeze the base of his cock for extra hardness and set the tip against my hovering asshole. I tried to ease my way onto him, but between having mostly just saliva as lube and how tight my ass is (despite regular poundings from his thickness), it was a struggle to get him inside.

Eventually his tip broke through and I worked my way down, having to add more spit and brace my fingers on varying sides of him depending on which side of my asshole was catching on his shaft. Girl-on-top has never been a very successful position for either of us, but I had hoped to surprise him with my initiation and excite him with it being anal. He softened slightly again, so I knew an up-and-down motion wasn’t going to work. I went back to rocking, just as I had with him in my pussy. I let myself really go wild with this, both because it felt absolutely amazing for me and also because I hoped that the feeling of this 360-degree anal probing would get him harder again. I finally paused and stole a glance back at his face through the mirror next to the bed, flashing my devilish smile before I returned to my bliss. I never did get to bounce, but I continued to writhe around on top of him while imagining mud accumulating underneath his foreskin.

Rather than our usual ballet, I incorporated martial arts into my movement, grasping around his hip on one side with my hand while hooking under his opposite side leg with my own. I rolled us onto our sides, in his favorite spooning position. I leaned the top half of my body away from him so he could find that perfect spot in my ass that always made him cum. My asshole never released its grip while we did our dance and as we settled, he took over the pacing. He firmed up again and soon I was screaming into the pillow, feeling pressure building inside from all directions. He was about to cum, and I did indeed need to shit. Neither of us had taken our morning pees yet either.

He blew his load deep in my ass, but we didn’t take much time to snuggle before we disconnected and made our way to the bathroom. I still had shit on the brain and I quickly devised a new plan. We had recently discussed loosening our (basically my) boundaries around solo play, and I asked if he would be okay with me taking over the bathroom for a bit, requesting just a little assistance from him so I could make the mess I wanted. He kissed me on the forehead, gave his blessing, and I ran to grab my phone while he quickly showered off.

The legs on my phone stand were too wide to sit on the edge of the tub. I was too in my primal brain to remember all of its functions, so I tossed the stand on the floor and perched the phone where it could record the mayhem. I bent over in the tub, and my boyfriend parked his tip against my asshole. I worried about the backsplash getting outside of the tub, but some of his stream made it inside. I had asked him for only a small amount of piss, so he clamped down on his cock and turned to finish going in the toilet. I urged him to hurry and leave, as I didn’t know how long I could hold the piss - his or mine.

I was frantic as I laid back. I started rubbing my pussy, but as his piss and a few small pebbles of shit flew out of me, I realized my hole was barely above the bottom of the video frame. I picked up my phone and held it awkwardly, catching me rubbing my clit and a couple more tiny pieces exiting before pausing the recording to adjust. It was a slightly better view, but very shaky as more small chunks and his piss blasted out in a few short bursts. This just wasn’t going to do! My pre-frontal cortex finally joined the party and I remembered that my phone stand is also a selfie stick. I licked the piss and pussy juice off of my fingers and hurriedly situated my phone into the holder before extending it to find my angle. It still wasn’t ideal, but now I could finally let it go.

Piss and cum bubbled out of my brown hole, and I rubbed my ladybits to the sight of progressively larger nuggets escaping. I was amused by the little bit of distance each eruption achieved. Finally, a soft shit began to snake its way out, starting as a slightly lighter, taupe brown. The thickest part toward the end rushed out a bit faster, and it had a slightly darker tint with a barely distinguishable hint of brick red. It felt amazing, and I panned downward to see the shit-darkened piss making its way toward the drain.

I did a stop-start to adjust again and finally let myself pee. I was afraid of pissing on my phone, but was more distressed to watch some of the shit wash away on the screen. I angled my hips slightly and pissed on my foot, just to be silly. I tasted my pissy fingers to clean them briefly, then I slid my body down a couple inches until my ass met the warm pile of shit in front of me. I rubbed my asshole side-to-side on it just a little before raising myself up a bit. I felt around to find the tallest peak and gently kissed the shit with my hole. In a slow series of ups and downs, I mashed it to the tub floor. I could feel the slight firmness of my log pushing just a fraction of an inch back up where it came from. Had I been in the mood to get my hand messy, I would have started stuffing the filth back into my asshole right then and there.

As I fully sat on my shit with my full weight, I slid back and forth, appreciating the wet, silky sensation, slightly freckled by mildly gritty bits. It was delicious. I felt some of it getting worked back and a little up my crack, so I panned around to see the smushy wad peeking out behind me. I scooted back a little more as I brought the camera to the front again, surveying the patty I’d created.

I did another stop-start as I tried to decide what to do. I settled on relaxing my asshole and using it to find all remaining lumps in the pile, smashing each one before rocking back to watch some of the filth separate from the floor, clinging to my naughty spot. I was relieved to see that the wet brown hadn’t made it all the way up to my vaginal opening. I made small humping motions to keep spreading the pile, occasionally wiggling side-to-side to feel it smearing across my butt cheeks. The last portion of the video was only six seconds. I was ready to stop playing and get to work.

I slid around more vigorously and brought my fingers to my clit again. Unexpectedly, I started whispering to myself, “Yeah, you like being a dirty little pig-girl, don’t you? You fucking love being a nasty little slut. Feel all that shit rubbing on your dirty hole, little piggy. You’re so fucking filthy.” I don’t know which came as a bigger surprise: the fact that I was saying such insulting things to myself, or that it was so deeply arousing to hear it, even from myself. I wondered briefly if I could ask my boyfriend to talk to me this way, preferably while nestled between my legs, looking down into my eyes with his hand around my throat, mercilessly drilling his rock-hard cock into my shitty butthole. The consideration was enough to bring me to the brink. I focused on the fiery, tingly pleasure swelling up from the depths of my pelvis for a few more seconds before it exploded through me, even warmer than the smelly waste coating the surface and crevices of my ass. I rested for a few moments in the afterglow, smiling to myself. Maybe smearing was worth the effort after all?

I took a few photos of the wreckage, not that I need any help remembering this, especially with the videos I’d taken, but so that I can look back at the intersection of the layers of my personality: the good girl, the bad girl, and the little pig-girl.

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Cleanup on aisle poo:

Cleanup was a bit of a nightmare, honestly. I had seen the advice that washing with cold water can help with the smell. Maybe that’s true, but running cold water on the shit that was caked to the tub floor caused it to firm up a bit more. I turned the shower head onto the setting that dismally impersonates a power washer, but being attached to the wall, the range of motion limited its effectiveness. I hated to do so, as I really wanted to limit the amount of shit-smelling skin I’d have after the experience, but I used my feet to mush the poop-cake into little bits as best I could. In my frantic race to relieve myself, I once again didn’t set cleaning supplies within reach, and the smell was too strong yet to call my boyfriend for help. I squished, scraped, and funneled toward the drain, but much of it didn’t want to release from the floor, and it looked like it wasn’t dissolving under the water at all. Not only that, but the pressure of the shower head caused small flecks of shit to litter the bottom foot or so of the shower curtain, the tub wall, and my ankles. I got it all down after far too much time. I got everything including myself washed up, but I was annoyed, cold, and stinky.

I went out to borrow my boyfriend’s nose to rate the lingering smell. He didn’t know what I had done, so when he rated my hands at a 0/10 and my butt cheeks and feet at a 1-2/10, I knew I could trust his analysis. I put on some lotion and had him recheck. Not a hint of shit. I was safe to go get ready for work.

Retrospectively, the cleanup almost made it not worth it, so I’ll need to figure out an alternative solution if I’m going to smear like that again (maybe a puppy pad in the tub?). But honestly, having to do it alone is also a bit unappealing too. I think I’d happily cover myself completely from the neck down if my boyfriend wanted to play with me like that, but since this must be a solo practice, I don’t know how crazy I’ll get with it. Though my cleaning routine plus lotion does leave some doors open, so we shall see!

I’m finally caught up with sharing my experiences (other than that I gave my first blumpkin in the 20 minutes between finishing writing and actually posting), and I can’t wait for what’s next!

I hope it’s more bananas…

I’m pretty convinced at this point that there isn’t anything a person can’t get used to… And with enough persistence and intention, I think one could find themselves aroused by virtually anything. I am just in awe at all I was able to explore and accomplish in just 3 weeks after admitting my kink to my boyfriend. Though I’m actually not all that surprised. Obsessively diving into new interests is something I’ve done my entire life. I thought this might be different, as I think conventional wisdom is correct here: most people should move slowly when getting into scat. But I suppose I am just not a part of ‘most.’

There are just a couple things left that I want to try, which feel pretty tame compared to what happened just a couple days ago. I feel like I have a good sense now about what I do and do not like, along with what my boyfriend is comfortable with, and I’m hoping that we can find a mutually comfortable rhythm for scat within our sex life as the novel fire of this dies down a bit (if it ever does).

I hope you enjoy the extra detail during the eating portion of the story. I watched my video back as I wrote to create the most accurate play-by-play I could. I now find myself hungry all over again…

So here it is - my filthiest adventure to date!

On Saturday, I stopped after work for a can of whipped cream. Self-checkout wasn’t nearly as exhilarating as watching the cashier handle the banana I’d intended to eat out of my boyfriend’s asshole. Once I got home, some residual anxiety and self-consciousness blended with my exhaustion, and I pulled away from him when he tried to present himself to me when we crawled into bed at 1am. I was feeling vulnerable and not in any position to be the aggressor. Retrospectively, it was for the best. We needed far more time and energy for what was coming.

We slept in late Sunday morning, neither of us having any Father’s Day plans. We stirred at the same time, and he yanked me over to his side of the bed to spoon. This very quickly turned into a pussy full of his cum, and we cuddled for a while before I went to wash up. As much as I love to let him drip out of me the rest of the day, my plans included him going down on me, so it was a necessary sacrifice. While showering, I stuck my finger into my ass and felt the tapered tip of a turd about two inches in. It was nice and firm, and I hoped it would be the right consistency for what I desired. He wanted to get in with me, but first I made him promise not to clean his ass or even get it wet…

I got back into the bedroom and had a very matter-of-fact discussion with my boyfriend about what I wanted to do to him and what I wanted him to do to me. It was one of the less sexy parts of the experience, but an important one. He set up my phone to record as I laid out the puppy pads on the bed and floor and collected my leftover banana and the whipped cream. The wipes and towel were accessible, lube was in reach, and I was ready to fully give myself over to the darkness.

I had told him that I knew I had to shit, and so I was going to need him to push it back up inside me to make room. He was confused when I told him to lay down on the bed on his back first. He did so anyway, and I mounted his face, reverse cowgirl. I pulled his legs up toward me so I could spread his cheeks and stare at his gorgeous asshole while I ground my pussy down hard on his tongue. I scooted forward to make him eat my ass, but I couldn’t quite reach his hole with my tongue too, so I dismounted. I got between his legs and sucked his dick for just a minute before driving my nose underneath his balls. His ass smelled musky and absolutely mouthwatering. I took several moments to tongue-bathe his fragrant hole before having him roll over to his knees. He settled his chest onto the bed and I worked two fingers inside to relax his asshole. We forgot that the whipped cream dispenser was pointy!

I spread my fingers apart and carefully wedged the tip of the can into him, ensuring not to touch the stabby parts to his delicate tissues. It was a little awkward for my hand to start the spraying. Some of the cream squeezed out between my fingers and onto my hand, but I could tell that a good bit was making its way inside. I licked up the external mess I asked him to push - very, very slowly. It made crackly noises as it oozed out, punctuated by several small farts. I was glad they didn’t stink. It made it easy for me to cover his hole with my mouth and slurp everything up. I had a particular mission in mind. Before we’d started, he told me there might be a couple nuggets in his butt, and I wanted them in my mouth. He pushed and farted everything out in a series of variously intense moments of effort. Every time I backed up to watch, I was lightly sprayed with melted cream, which made me laugh. It was so erotic, so silly, and so FUN! The belly laughter didn’t affect me, but my laughing at the fact that he was literally farting in my face just made him continue to toot out the nitrous oxide that was left behind by the no-longer-whipped cream. It speckled my chest, belly, thighs, and arms. I put my finger inside of him, fascinated by the cool temperature inside his hot body, but I felt none of the treats I really wanted. When I pulled out, there was the tiniest speck of brown, which I very quickly lapped up without telling him. Toward the end of the cream, I received the littlest morsel of shit, and I was so giddy feeling the lump on my tongue. But subsequent pushing and digging with my finger didn’t yield any more. It was too small for my purposes, so I swallowed it. No guilt. No gagging. Just desire for more and bigger.

I asked if I could pump him full one more time. He said it was a weird experience, but he gave me the go-ahead, and I much more skillfully dispensed the cream into his now sticky hole. I may have been a little overzealous, but I desperately needed a more substantial hunk of his waste. I could tell he struggled a bit more with the sensations this time, and he had far less control. He groaned, unable to keep the cream from erupting out of his lovely pink hole. I had him push faster and more deeply this time, and not as much of it had melted. He did such a spectacular job shitting it all out for me. At the end, there was a yellow tint to the melty slop that dribbled into my mouth and onto the pad. I swiped up all the brown flecks I saw with my finger and sucked them down immediately. The flavor of his drippings had changed and I couldn’t believe how delicious he was. Unfortunately, the nuggets never came. I had to make a new plan.

I told my boyfriend that I was ready for him to make room inside me. I prepared for a doggy-style entry, perched at the edge of the bed. As he lubed up, I reminded him to go slow, with not too much in-and-out. I just needed him to relocate what was up there, not destroy it. As anal is his very favorite thing, he admitted to having thoughts of disregarding my request. He wanted to hold me down and absolutely pummel my ass. I promised he could have his way with my tight brown hole in a few minutes, and he only stole an extra stroke or two before withdrawing.

The banana I’d originally purchased with the intent to stick into his ass was now at peak ripeness for our purposes - firm, with no spots and perfectly sweet. I explained the process and insertion technique I had used on him, and it felt absolutely divine as he carefully worked it into me in two pieces. He wasn’t going to eat anything that came out of me, but he was hungry for my ass, telling me he how much he wanted to fuck the fruit deep inside me. He used the excuse of needing room for the whipped cream to push the big, fat head of his cock into me, now pushing my shit even further up inside me behind the banana. I imagine my face resembled a willing hentai girl as my eyes rolled dramatically into the back of my head. I felt my mouth rearrange itself into a huge, dopey smile as my tongue drooped out the side. The impatient part of my brain whispered at me to tell him to, “GO!!” But I gathered myself and ignored both my own whisper and his words that echoed my thought.

The whipped cream was fucking strange. Cold and so explosively expansive that I shrieked. “I know it’s weird, but you need just a little more,” he said before he shot another slow squirt inside. The somewhat conflicting sensations overwhelmed my nervous system a bit and I started to tremble and whimper. He cupped his hand below my stuffed hole and told me to get ready for my treat. I fought the urge to unleash the entire load and squeaked out a noisy blop of cream, the fart sounds setting us both off into giggles again. I turned my face toward him and slurped. I tried to take my time and savor the naughtiness of the experience, but after drinking up a few more squeezes, the banana was knocking at my door. It triggered an immense urge to push, which caused panic in my body. What if it all came out at once? What if too much shit came out in front of him, and my worst fear materialized: disgust; rejection. “It wants to come out! It wants to come out! It needs to come out! AhhhHHHHH!!!” I was shrieking again. “It’s okay. Let it come,” He said calmly.

I was deeply grateful that only the first half of the banana came out, and he presented it to me. I quickly surveyed it, seeing no shit yet in the melty cream. I was impressed that the banana had largely maintained its shape. I looked sheepishly up into his eyes, needing extra reassurance that this wasn’t too much for him. “Now be a good girl and eat your treat.” I spent a moment mouthing the slightly compressed fruit, like slowly and passionately kissing a lover you deeply adore. I took a few nibbles, eating about a quarter of what he held in his hand. It was improper to talk with my mouth full, but what was occurring was far more improper. I complained that I hadn’t wanted the entire half to come out so quickly. My man responded by promptly stuffing the remainder back into my ass. I squealed this time, and he told me he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to fuck it all into a chocolate banana milkshake.

The pillow I’d grabbed didn’t do much to muffle my moans and screams as he whipped up a slurry in my bowels. My face was only a few feet from the mirror, and I looked up to see that my pupils were so wide that my blue-gray eyes appeared almost black. Was this just surrender to taboo pleasure or was it demonic possession? I watched a devilish smile twist across my lips before I let my head collapse back into the pillow. I was curious, but I did not truly care. “Let them take me,” I thought.

Several minutes later, I felt completely stuffed to the brim. This again signaled to my body that I needed to push. My shouting came just like before, “It wants to come out! It needs to come out! I have to push!” The rhythm of his thrusting didn’t change. I bore down, but his cock corked my messy asshole too perfectly. I didn’t get any real relief from the tiny amount that squished out around his shaft. I strained harder than I knew I had the courage to do in front of him, and he drove firmly into me, feeling a real threat of being pushed out with my dessert. I heard some slop hiss and smack as it was forced between my stressed chute and his outrageously hard dick. Some splattered on the pad below us, and some was caught by his ball hair, which I only realized when his sack that had been slapping against my pussy was suddenly very slippery. A faint, filthy smell cut through the sweetness of the banana.

“Oh God! The rest is coming! It’s coming out!” My pitch hit full hysteria as I repeated, “It needs to come out NOW!!” If he hadn’t stopped barreling into me, I would have completely lost control. “Get out! Bathroom!” I grunted as I used all of my strength to clench around his base. Miraculously, I held nearly everything back as he exited. I gasped for air and willed everything to crawl back up inside me enough that I could make it to the bathroom. He advised me to watch my step, as we’d also soiled the pad on the floor with my squirts.

I scrambled to lay another pad on the bathroom floor, and my boyfriend set my phone up on the counter. I knelt in front of him, my face only a foot away from his filthy cock. Melted cream and banana slush was layered into the folds in his retracted foreskin. Pockets of goodness. I panted with the effort of holding everything in. “Tell me it’s okay?” He repeated his assurance. “When I tell you to go out, I want you to get things cleaned up, and I will clean myself up so when I come in, you can eat my pussy. I won’t talk, probably, when I come in.” I inched myself closer to the drop hanging off the end of his dick. The shit smell came through strongly, unpleasantly. It made me hesitate. “Oh fuck. I’m scared.” But we’d had this conversation before, and he knew what I needed him to do. He gently cupped the back of my head and pulled me toward him. The moment my lips touched, my mouth dropped open to take him inside. I sucked him ferociously for 30 seconds, and then I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The remaining first half of the banana shot out of my ass in a messy gush. The stink in the room increased and I hurried him out the door. I looked between my feet at the fruit and the smaller hunks of shit next to it, all nestled in a tan colored puddle. I moved my phone to the floor with me and sat back on my heels to shit all the rest out in a separate pile. I couldn’t wait to watch this back. A soft load that accompanied the second half of the banana. I bent down to study my snack before starting on the first pile. I licked, sucked, and swirled everything around, scooping the slop up with my tongue before spitting it back on top of the banana. I found a shit chunk that had been mashed into an oblong shape. I held it between my lips and sucked it in and out, staring straight into the camera, just wishing someone was actually watching me. I spit it back out, but I was ready to take the next step.

I zeroed in on a couple small brown lumps resting on top of the banana. There was no hesitation now as I bit and chewed it all up. I swallowed and showed my clean tongue to the camera before diving back in. Licking the shit on its own was unpleasant. I didn’t gag, but my face screwed up in displeasure. I sipped more of the colored cream and got relief from the bitterness. Mixing the three flavors together in my mouth, spitting them out, and re-chewing them before swallowing got me so hot. I grabbed the wipes and cleaned my pussy off, frustrated that I couldn’t rub it yet.

I called out the door, asking my boyfriend to bring the can of whipped cream to me. I made sure to tell him I loved him through the cracked door before adding fresh cream to the first pile. The flavor combination was now nearly perfect. I loved showing my nasty smeared tongue to the camera in between swallows. I added cream to the second pile, two-thirds of which was pure shit. I then buried my tongue into the mound, wiggling it back and forth to get my shit smeared on all sides. The taste was awful. It was simply too much shit for my palate. I tongue-fucked the second banana, and it wasn’t quite enough to overcome the grossness, but I was about to wrap up my play. I slurped some of the raw turd into my mouth, but it was a much softer part with ragged edges. Saliva flooded my mouth in protest and I dropped it, grimacing again. I separated out a reasonably sized poop rock, along with a hunk of banana twice its size. I set it all aside in a paper towel with a final shot of whipped cream before cleaning up the pad. I got in the shower and freshened up for the finale.

As I dried off, I paused, crying out in dismay when I went to cue up the videos and found that my boyfriend had accidentally taken a picture, rather than start a recording. I went out to tell him. He felt terrible to have “robbed me of the experience of seeing my first time doing this,” but told me we’d just need to do it all over again. It was another moment of falling more deeply in love with him. I told him I still had my solo play video and I went back to finish cleaning up.

My boyfriend was waiting for me on the bed. I entered silently, as promised. He moved, and I laid back, spreading my legs to present my pussy to him. He said hi and I simply smiled in return. He asked if I had a mouthful, and I shyly nodded. He smirked before faceplanting into my slit. I started up my video and watched myself eat my own shit on repeat while my tongue slithered around the nugget in my mouth. I pinched and tugged on my nipple with my free hand. When I could feel the pleasure was about to peak, I carved away most of the banana with my teeth, swallowing it with the remaining cream. The true treat I’d been playing with was very firm, and it took a lot of pressure to mold it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I brought the forbidden chocolate back to meet the last speck of banana, squeezing it all together one more time as I started to cum. I swallowed as I fully released. I felt the chunk of shit slide down my throat and the orgasm so intense that my entire body spasmed helplessly and I forgot how to breathe for several moments. It was fucking incredible. But as the aftershocks ripped through me, I stewed in the real, singular disappointment with the experience. I wondered how much better it could have been to have cum with my boyfriend's shit in my mouth instead.

Next time, I suppose…

And before any of you ask: No. I don’t have permission to share the video.

Stay tuned for this morning’s solo smearing experience!!!

A much shorter story this time, friends! But it was a good experience! Hope you enjoy! 🤩

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My boyfriend and I were in the shower after the gym last night. We were having an entirely ordinary conversation when he suddenly spun me around, bent me over, and pressed the tip of his dick to my asshole. I braced myself, expecting to be painfully entered, but he didn’t push into me. Then, hot and strong, his steady piss stream massaged my asshole for just a second. I don’t know if it was from the laser-concentrated force or my body’s automatic response to open up to him, but much of his piss made it inside. I was shocked at the intensity of the sensation, since I watched a lot of it flow down my leg and blend with the shower water. I hit a point of discomfort and pulled away, letting it drain out of me. I felt the need to push and noticed something solid making its way toward the exit.

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I pressed my finger inside an inch or so and found a little gem. Because we’ve established that he’s not offended by my filth, I couldn’t help but continue to poke at it, finding myself becoming rapidly aroused. I was unsure what to do. He’s been clear that he accepts this part of me but that my scat kink cannot dominate our intimacy, which I wholeheartedly agree with. But goddamn did I want to push it out while he watched! I told him this and he shrugged, “You do you, boo.” I tried for a moment, but felt my body tense up. I identified the problem immediately. I explained to him that it would be easy if he WANTED to watch it happen. Passively not minding it occurring didn’t give my body full permission, and so it couldn’t stop clenching. I needed him to want it.

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I waited until he was done and getting out of the shower before I said, “I REALLY want to do things I’m positive you wouldn’t want to participate in, but I don’t feel right playing by myself. I need you to either tell me it’s okay, or I need you to tell me to just wait.” He leaned in almost nose-to-nose and said, “Indulge yourself,” before planting a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him gratefully and waited for him to leave the bathroom.

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The moment I knew I was alone, I pushed and squirted some brown-tinted piss onto the shower wall. I cupped my hand under my asshole and pushed out two solid, oblong nuggets, the longer one barely an inch long and slightly thinner than a pencil. I brought them to my nose and was displeased by the harsh, porta-potty stink. I rinsed the pieces under the shower, hoping it was just the combination of my shit with my boyfriend’s piss, but the smell didn’t change. I dropped them on the floor where they wouldn’t be washed away and kept gently straining. A surprising amount of progressively dirtier water sprayed out and I found myself smiling as it ran down the wall and formed a puddle at the back of the tub. I felt a gurgle deep in my gut, signaling that there was more foul mess trying to work its way out.

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The medium brown liquid just kept coming and suddenly transformed into a slightly darker mud. Various sized chunks popped through my barely open hole into the sewage around my feet. The largest piece by far being at least an inch and a half thick and two inches long. I felt a wave of pure excitement flow through my body and I squatted down to look at my mud pit more closely. It was a disgusting and truly beautiful sight. The shine, the textures, the way it had spread out a bit under the weight of gravity… I wanted to plunge my hands into it and paint my belly, but I told myself to slow down. I didn’t want to come out of this reeking. I went back to the first two nuggets and struggled to pick them up as they had softened a little from the steam. I sniffed them again and found that their scent hadn’t changed. I knew I had to be brave. My heart beat faster as I put half of the bigger lump on my tongue. The flavor was honestly unpleasant, but I wasn’t going to give up. I mashed it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth and saliva flooded in quickly. As I mixed it all together, some of the filth got too far back, and I was afraid of accidentally swallowing or inhaling the dirty fluid (I accidentally inhale my own saliva a lot), so I spit everything out.

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A feeling of defiance rippled through me and I squatted down again to scoop up some more, but realized I wanted to watch myself. Still squatting, I peeked open the shower curtain and leaned out to grab the hand mirror hanging on the wall. As I did so, I slipped a bit and smooshed my hand through one of the more substantial turdlets on the floor. I burst out laughing at the utter fucking ridiculousness of the situation, then sent out a silent prayer that the noise wouldn’t draw my boyfriend to come check on me. I picked up the biggest piece of shit and squished it slightly in my palm before bringing it to my face. I watched myself lick it, and although the sight and sensation of my tongue moving around the smooth lumps was a turn-on, the flavor prevented me from really getting into it. I desperately wanted to jam it all into my mouth, but I was afraid of getting it on my face and not being able to remove the stink, and the taste was just a bit too much. I settled for a dime sized piece and watched myself playing with it on my tongue.

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I squatted down again and positioned the mirror so I could watch while I had my first true smearing experience. I started small, rubbing the nasty handful around my asshole and slowly working it up onto my left butt cheek. It was too dark to see underneath me very well, and the steam kept fogging up the mirror. I cracked the curtain open again for more light, hoping the steam wasn’t contaminating my entire bathroom with aerosolized shit particles. The anxiety made me worry again about being able to clean the shit smell off of my hand. As I hesitated in my thoughts, I felt a sudden rush of feralness rip through me and I thought, “The demon is loose again,” I wanted to surrender to it fully - to toss myself down and smear the waste over my chest and down to my pussy. Thankfully, my logical mind wouldn’t give up control and I channeled the ferocity into rubbing a new handful around my asshole. I recalled pushing the shit-out banana back into my boyfriend's ass for him to re-poop and repeat and how insanely hot it was. I recreated the technique to work my shit back into my hole, using the flat of two fingers to press and slide it back in, almost like scraping peanut butter off of a butterknife on the edge of the jar. I squished in a few more scoops before shitting it out again. It was sexy to watch, but also frustrating with the continuously fogging mirror. I gave up on it and set it aside. It was time to cum.

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I momentarily lamented not having my phone to record, but brought myself immediately back into the experience when I realized that the flavor in my mouth had mellowed. It excited me enough to want to swallow, but then I’d have to put a new, foul chunk into my mouth again, and I wanted to cum with my shit in my mouth. I felt around my scat-slicked hole and dug two fingers in, delighted to find just a little more repacked shit inside. I worked them in and out at a slower pace, wanting to feel my mess getting pulverized within me. But the moment I touched my clit with my clean hand, the savagery swelled up again and I started furiously finger-fucking the dirt. I wanted to cum so badly that I absolutely attacked my clit, and I had to let up some pressure after a few seconds because it was actually a bit painful. Once I found my pace, I rolled my tongue around in my mouth, smashing the remaining solids and reveling in being such a filthy girl. It took me less than three minutes to come to orgasm, and I tried to push to see if I could shit a little more while it happened. I was overtaken by the explosions in my body and couldn’t tell if anything else squeezed out of my butt. It was a deliciously intense orgasm, but I only got to enjoy it for a few seconds.

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My pussy hadn’t even fully stopped pulsing when I was hit with another wave of anxiety. I spit everything out of my mouth and surveyed the horror show I was stooped next to. “What the fuck is the best way to clean this up?” There was no way to get the remaining solids to the toilet without making another mess on the floor. “And good God, please let my charcoal soap do the trick! I don’t think I want to do this again…” I gave myself a preliminary rinse and first round of soap, keeping my feet wide to let the shower water run over my putrid pile and flush it all toward the drain. We haven’t been able to remove the attached drain plug, and I detest manually squashing turds underneath it, but it was what I had to do. I did not delight at all in using my fingers to break it all into tiny pieces.

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Once all visible brown was gone, I did a couple more soap-and-rinse cycles before I worked up a thick lather of soap and spread it everywhere the shit had touched - my lips and chin, the accidental dribble down my chest and thigh from spitting, my left butt cheek, and my feet. I laid back on the floor of the tub and cleaned my paws, wringing my hands like a nervous nerd about to ask a girl to prom. I tried to relax for about 10 minutes before spitting the soap off my lips and calling for my boyfriend. I asked him to set the cleaning spray, scrub brush, and my special, scat-play toothbrush - with a VERY generous dollop of toothpaste - next to the tub. “How bad does it smell in here?” “Eh, it’s moderate,” he replied before making his exit, “I hope you had fun!” I sighed, smiled, and shook my head, thinking, “Yes and no,” and wondering how in the hell I got so unbelievably lucky.

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Aftercare and reflections:

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The remaining cleaning wasn’t terrible, just annoying. But the smell lingered on my left hand for a good six hours. I don’t want to use lotion as a barrier, as I would want something edible, so now that I’ve had some time to get away from the anxious feelings I had when the post-nut clarity hit (I seriously thought I wouldn’t again do anything required handling for more than a minute or two, and definitely no smearing), I’m wondering if my flavored lube would do the trick? That would help me put more in my mouth too, and eventually get the courage to try swallowing a small amount of my own. I had no problem swallowing the tiny bit that came out of my boyfriend with the banana and was sad when there wasn’t any more lol!

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Overall, I know that I enjoyed the experience, apart from the difficult flavor and worrying about lingering smells, but ultimately I still really just want to share this with my partner. Maybe just an occasional solo session will fulfill my more hardcore desires, but knowing my addictive personality, I worry a bit I might want this more frequently since getting his blessing for this session 😅

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Until next time, my loves! 🥰

It was absolutely everything I wanted. Which actually feels a little concerning, because every time I push a little past a boundary, I'm always hoping I'll reach a limit; some sort of sane or reasonable place to stop. But every single time, it just makes me want a little more. I know I need to stop worrying, but I do still carry fear that I'm going to do something that my boyfriend actually does find repulsive. But he's been totally shocking me with his acceptance, and the fact that he hasn't yet lost an erection during any of our play, so I guess only time will tell where the absolute boundaries are.

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Anyway, here's how it went last night, and a bonus story about this afternoon, because somehow I've slipped into a crazy parallel Universe where I'm now being surprised with unplanned scat fun 🤯🥹 Hope you enjoy the read!

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My boyfriend didn't run away screaming when I told him I wanted to eat a banana out of his ass, which was a little surprising, being that comes with the very direct danger of actively shitting, and he has expressed more than once that he wouldn't feed me like that. But what surprised me even more was when I was getting laundry out of the dryer yesterday. He came up behind me, wound his arms around my waist and pressed his body to my back. He then let out a breathy sigh in my ear, which he knows makes me so melty. Then he said, “You're gonna do the banana thing tonight,” before kissing my ear. A tickly shudder rolled through my entire body, and he tightened his grip on me when he felt my knees go a little weak. As I stabilized, he kissed my cheek and simply walked away to go back to his game. And now I had to go fold clothes like I didn't have a flash flood happening in my panties! I went to the bathroom to wipe out the wetness, which I had to do two more times before I left for work. I wasn't sure how I was going to focus when I got there. Before I left, I told him I didn't have the courage to tell him some other messy things I wanted to do in words, but that I’d text him after I'd left the house. The list I sent included watching him shit up close, sucking him off on the toilet, and rimming him immediately after he goes. He responded with a gif suggesting an erection. I made another small puddle in my undies.

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When I was done working, I decided to stop at the store on the way home. I'd felt the bananas I had before leaving. They were very speckled, but were actually still quite firm, most likely due to accelerated ripening from the warm temperature in my house and being in close proximity to apples and oranges. There weren't a ton of underripe bananas on the shelf, but I found the firmest one I could and went to the checkout. I was shocked by the THRILL I felt making my purchase! Having such a dirty secret while out in public was a massive turn-on, and it took real effort not to giggle and blush. I took it to be a good omen that the total came out to exactly 25¢.

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When I got home, my boyfriend was still gaming. I asked if he wanted to eat first, and we did so while watching our show. I was getting nervous, so I had a THC drink to calm me down. He hadn't planned on having one but did since I was. I was starting to get concerned that he'd changed his mind or was getting too tired from the drink because he let two more episodes roll on after we'd finished eating, but he turned everything off and asked if I thought he should go sit on the toilet and see if there was anything to get out. Part of me didn't want him to, but I thought it best. I didn't want him to shit in front of me and then have me go completely feral and terrify him if I dove in. “That sounds like the sanest thing to do,” I said. While he was doing that, I compared the new banana to the ones I already had. There actually wasn't a lot of difference in the firmness, so I decided I'd start with the more ripe one. If it was too soft, I had a backup. I brought both into the bedroom and set up the puppy pad. I had cotton candy, watermelon, and blueberry muffin flavored lubes to choose from and I grabbed the watermelon, thinking it might give something like a strawberry-banana vibe. I finished our fuck-nest with a towel and pack of wipes.

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He came into the bedroom and stood in front of me. I know he'd never admit it, but I could sense a little awkwardness from him, so I told him to lay down on his back. I wanted him as relaxed as possible for the experience. I kissed him deeply, knowing that soon he wouldn't kiss me until I brushed my teeth. I got between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. I savored the feeling of him expanding as I reverently made out with his gorgeous dick. I caressed his balls with my tongue for a much shorter time before suctioning my lips onto his taint. I dipped my tongue lower, feeling my pussy twitch as it always does the moment I feel the soft, smooth skin of his asshole. It made me moan immediately. I ate hungrily for several minutes, but I didn't want to give any nervousness a chance to make me stop and think about what I was about to do. I sat back and appreciated the view for a few moments. My boyfriend has been blessed with the most beautiful asshole - so close to the color of his skin but just a few shades into the pink side of the color wheel. I took a couple quick licks and sniffs to get one final taste of his natural deliciousness before things got sweet and sticky.

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I squirted the watermelon lube directly onto his hole and started massaging it in. Working one finger in was effortless and my pussy quivered again once I'd passed the tightest part of him. I made sure I was sitting on the pad so I didn't make a puddle on the bed. His ass was more than happy to take a second finger, but there was just a little bit of resistance. The lube I’d chosen is also labeled as warming and good for massage. It’s slightly less slippery, but I thought it would be alright since I wasn't giving him my whole hand. I slowed down a little to work in a third finger. He didn't move or indicate any discomfort, but I sensed I needed to be careful. When I attempted a fourth finger, I could feel his body tense ever so slightly. I didn't want to mess with the flavor profile I was building, but his comfort absolutely had to come first. I pumped some blueberry muffin onto my fingers and put one back in, stretching in all four directions. The sucking sound it made when I pulled upward made me moan again and I felt the feral fire in me start heating up. I took his cock into my mouth again and fucked him with two fingers, loving the way his asshole always squeezes whenever his cock is touched. I moved in and out of him very quickly while I tapped the head of his cock with the back of my throat. He became rock solid, and I knew if I didn't stop immediately, he'd cum. I pushed my fingers deep inside and popped my mouth off to say, “Don't cum yet. We have much to do…”

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I asked him to roll over on his knees and he did so with an amused expression. I let him get fully settled in - ass high, upper body snuggled down into the pillows. I was grateful his face was turned toward the wall that the bed sits against. I leaned back a little so I could examine his expression in the mirror we were next to. His eyes were closed, and he was wearing his usual small smile. I sucked my fingers to see if there were any traces of shit. Nothing yet. I put a fresh layer of lube on him and then peeled the banana. “Are you ready?” “Yeah.” I pressed the tip to his asshole, which gave no real resistance. I worked with the curve of the banana, trying hard not to break it into pieces. I wanted it as solid as possible. He took the whole thing easily, though the last inch and a half was the most difficult. My fingers had squished the end a bit, but there was very little mess on the outside of his hole. I reached underneath to stroke his cock a bit, finding it still hard. I drove my tongue in, reaching to see if I could feel the end of the banana, which I could not. Excitement rippled through my body as I tried to decide what I wanted most in that moment. I wanted to see the turtle head, but I also wanted to feel it happen with my tongue. I told him to push, but very slowly.

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His asshole puckered slightly before the inside started rolling outward. A tiny fart bubbled out. I wouldn't say that I'm into farts, but I felt a sharp flash of nervous energy shoot through me. I just had to lick it. I swiped my tongue over his pucker as it squeaked out a little more air. There was no scent, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that I liked the way it felt. I backed up to watch him push. A tiny spurt of liquefied banana blasted out and I all but slammed my mouth over it to slurp it up. The taste was purely banana, with a hint of extra sugariness from the lube combination. No shit detected yet. My thinking mind intruded with the realization that I had expected pastiness and not liquid. Was this too much like diarrhea? Maybe. The thought might have been too much for me in that moment if there was any shit smell or taste. I waved the thoughts away before they could cause me to hesitate. “Push a little more.” I laid the flat of my tongue over him so I could feel him opening up for me, but I got too excited to wait even a second longer. I poked my tongue back in, and as I found the end of the banana, I pretended it was the tip of a huge turd. I swirled my tongue around the rounded shape before it lurched forward. As the banana crowned I backed off to take it all in visually, but the sight was too overwhelmingly hot. “Shit in my mouth!” My brain screamed! I jumped forward, mouth open and ready. The banana slowly peeked out and I sealed myself around it to feel it glide between my lips. I let out a muffled growl as my pussy let out a little gush. “Stop!” As he paused, I watched the banana recede some. “Okay, now push a little more.”

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Once he started pushing, it was difficult for him to keep large chunks from coming out at once, especially since it was still in once piece. Chewing was a frantic process. I didn't want to miss anything he pushed out. While I mashed up his pretend load and swallowed it, I stuffed a finger in his ass, closed my eyes, and visualized petting his actual poop. I thought I should pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, so I gave my nipple a quick squeeze. Definitely not dreaming! My thoughts flickered back to the checklist of things I wanted out of this experience - just three more things. I dipped a second digit in and briefly finger-fucked the banana inside. Check. I then dug out a small hunk that went straight onto my tongue. I fished out three more to eat before I hunkered down and rested my upper cheek on his lower one, looking up at his lightly straining hole. More crushed banana oozed out, and I delighted in tipping my head back to watch and to stretch my tongue upward to meet the thick, yellow droplets. I postured just a little lower. “Feed me more, baby.” I opened wide and waited below. I caught two bigger chunks in my mouth. Check. I greedily explored them with my tongue. Still no discernable traces of shit. I sat back and a few smaller pieces that had broken apart with his efforts blasted out and landed on my forearm. I laughed as I sucked it all up. I loved how warm it was on my skin and in my mouth. I spit it back into my hand and pressed the pieces back into his sweet hole. So pleasing to me. I spent about a minute having him shit out the same banana over and over. “Feed me more, please.” What came out didn't need to be chewed, so I swallowed it right down. I fingered him again and felt the last of the banana. It has been completely obliterated. I latched onto his asshole and sucked. Feeling his ring pop outward into my mouth gave me another full-body shiver. This time, a new flavor entered with the three pieces he shit into my mouth.

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Squishy.

Squishy.

Firm. Check.

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I quickly separated the banana remnants from the tiny, precious nugget and swallowed the mushy bits down. I wanted to fully savor the taste of just him. It was almost totally identical to my own flavor, like a raw mushroom that wasn't fully cleaned of dirt. Earthy and deep with a hint of a mild, chemical tang, and not a single cell in my body protested. I gripped his cock again and found it still very hard. He liked pushing for me. As I swam for several seconds in the euphoria of my perversion, a sudden, nervous energy rumbled over my skin. I peeked over at my boyfriend's face. Eyes still closed, faint smile still pasted on. I leaned back so he couldn't see me if he opened his eyes. I opened my mouth, thrust my tongue toward the mirror, and viewed the medium brown shape on the tip. “Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. I did it. His shit is in my mouth!” I thought to myself. I popped my tongue in and out a few more times, watching the shit cling to my bottom lip each time I withdrew. What should I do now? Spit it into a wipe? Should I try to swallow it before he notices?

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My pussy swelled when I stuck the filth to the roof of my mouth to hide it. “I need you to eat my pussy now.” He sat back and I flopped down in his place. As his tongue got to work, I studied the nastiness in my mouth. My moans came out of my sinuses as raw, vibrational humming. He paused just a moment, likely analyzing my sounds and perhaps coming to a conclusion about why my mouth was clamped shut. He didn't ask. He went back to pleasuring me, very carefully putting pressure around the base of my clit with his teeth. As I rubbed the shit with my tongue, I identified a firm, jelly-like part, like a soft tapioca pearl. There was also a tiny, gritty piece. I singled out the grit and very carefully held it between my front teeth, running my tongue over its sharpness before pinching it. It gave way very similarly to raw cashew - resistance, but not solid enough to make my teeth click as I crushed it. It was a micro nibble, but my mind registered that I had technically just chewed my boyfriend's shit. Un-fucking-believable. I used my tongue to drag the remaining piece around my mouth, trying to squeeze out every particle of flavor. It melted rather quickly, and I felt the bliss in my body increasing in pressure like a teakettle. It would likely only be minutes until I blew. But once the dirty morsel was fully dissolved, the flavor dissipated faster than I expected. It felt like I had completely surrendered to the demon inhabiting my body as I executed an immediate decision to swallow. There was no shame or guilt; only the desire to hunt for more. My tongue flicked around my mouth searching for another pocket of flavor, but didn’t find one. I needed to go back to the source.

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I pushed my boyfriend back to roll out from under him, “I want a little more.” He leaned forward and settled back into position. I got behind him and asked him to push for me again. He strained harder this time. As his hole opened again, it rolled back the same way as before, exposing parts of his anus that belonged on the inside. But it kept opening wider. More dramatically colored flesh emerged, and from the center of the insanity squirted a little more liquid banana. It landed on the pad and my eyes frantically searched it for brown. There was none. I looked back up to see that he was still pushing, and now a cherry red mass was visible, sticking out about a quarter inch. I’d had a short stint years ago of being really into prolapse videos, and I knew what I was seeing. I gasped and then held my breath for a moment, unnecessarily worrying about his guts falling out, but although he was still pushing, it didn’t come out any further. My tongue found the pathway inside and I noted both the extra smooth feeling of the tissue along with a faintly metallic taste. I licked furiously for several seconds and then slobbered on my finger before sliding it deeper into him than I’d ever been able to reach before. I felt no more tasty treats, but I was riding an intense high. He was gifting me surprise after delicious surprise and had no idea he was doing it or just what it meant to me. “Can I put another banana in? I want you to feed me more.” He agree. I scrambled to wipe my hands off on the towel and almost tripped over myself on the way out of the bedroom. I still had the underripe banana in the room, but since the sweeter ones were still firm enough, it was an easy choice to make.

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He took the second banana just as beautifully as the first. I tried to quell my excitement so I didn’t rush the insertion and prematurely squish the banana, but I wasn’t quite patient enough. The last third ended up having to go in in pieces. I reached underneath him again and found a renewed erection. I didn’t need a boost to my turn-on or courage, but being able to feel that he was indeed enjoying this nasty task did just that. I couldn’t stop myself from cooing, telling him over and over how amazing, incredible, and perfect he was. Emotion flooded through me - overwhelming joy and gratitude to be blessed with such a man. If the darkness within me hadn’t been so hungry, it might have actually brought tears to my eyes.

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I ate the second banana much more quickly than the first, because I honestly didn’t want it at all. It was simply a front to get more shit. I paused to jam my fingers into the fruit inside him more often this time, to play with it a bit and check how much remained, all while hoping the extra movement would yield the real sweetness I was seeking. When I could feel only a few nuggets remaining, the nervousness returned. What if a more sizable rock had made its way down? I did want a bigger piece than I’d had, but I shuddered at the thought of something more than I could handle appearing. I HAD to have more, but I couldn’t let him see me bite into a hunk to make it more manageable. I stopped trying to catch them as they fell out. The white color of the pad beneath us would make it easier to detect any brown, and it would buy me time to make a plan if there was too much. The second to the last bit had just half a pea-sized blob spread over the banana and lube. I held it in my hand as my secret treasure, checking his final squeeze for any more. I buried my face between his beautifully rounded cheeks, lapping up every sticky and slimy spot I could find, including a speckle of fruit stuck in his ball hair. I popped the slightly soiled piece into my mouth. It was more banana than the earthy goodness I’d wanted, but I laid back and directed his upper lips back to my lower ones. I tried to focus hard on the barely detectable shit taste, willing it to be stronger. It didn’t happen, but the built up quakes that ripped through my body were a bit more intense than usual. I swallowed the melty mess in my mouth as I came, letting this gorgeous human hear me fully sing out my thanks for the deep pleasure he’d brought me.

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I breathed for a couple minutes before telling him to lay down on his back. He looked tired. “What can I do for you that would help you cum for me?” He thought for a moment and said, “What you were doing earlier felt pretty good.” I positioned myself between his legs, “Two fingers again, or do you want three?” “Three.” I sucked on my fingers and got them sloppy enough to easily slide into him. I took his soft cock into my mouth and felt him rapidly expand as I worked my fingers in and out. I found my stride very quickly, and he came in about five minutes. Since he normally doesn’t make much sound, I could tell it was a really good orgasm. He chanted, “I’m gonna cum,” a few times and then grunted as he started squirting. He then let a few more suppressed moans escape as he tightened around my fingers and throbbed in my mouth. He hardly took any time to breathe before he asked if I was ready for a shower. “If you’re absolutely sure we’re done for the night, we can,” I said. He asked what else I wanted. “Only if you are up for it, I want to know what you just felt. I wouldn’t expect you to eat anything, but just record me pushing it out and then hopefully you’d feed it to me.” The words came out shockingly easy, but then some shyness crept in. He said the drink was hitting him really hard, but that he’d be happy to plan an extended session in the near future to give me what I wanted. My turn-on never ever seems to turn fully off, but I was satisfied enough in the moment. In the bathroom, he embraced me from behind before whispering into my ear, “Mmmm, such a good, dirty girl.” It was hard to shake off the new rush of desire from his praise, but we showered and then fell into blissful rest at nearly 3am.

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I had no idea just how soon I’d get to have more dirty fun.

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***BONUS STORY!!*** - A Delectable Mudpie

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I say this is a bonus because it was completely unexpected, but WAY too good not to share!

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This morning, I had a webinar to attend, while my boyfriend slept in. When he woke up, I honestly don’t recall what, if any, words were shared before he led me to the bedroom. We had one last puppy pad left and I spread it over the bed when he told me he was going to fuck my ass - his very favorite thing in the whole world. I said, “I don’t know what might be up there.” As always, he was completely unconcerned. I positioned my knees at the edge of the bed with my chest and face down. I looked back and said, “You can fuck my ass, but first, I need you to fuck my pussy. She’s getting jealous.” He spread my lips open and spat on the pretty pinkness. He rubbed the head of his cock around until it was slippery enough to enter. He stabbed into my back wall and I groaned into the mattress. I replayed last night’s events in my head and it didn’t take long for me to cum. He immediately lubed up his raging erection, calmly asking, “Is there a “too rough?” I knew it would be painful, but there was nothing he could have asked of me in that moment that I would have said No to. Besides, I like it when it hurts.

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He forced the head of his cock into my tight ass. I screeched and he paused so I could breathe, but I knew waiting would just prolong the sting. I reached back to grab his hip and ease myself backward, pushing him deeper inside me. The pain always dissipates the fastest when he just goes right to pounding, so I asked him to dig his fingers into my flesh and fuck me as hard and as fast as he could, even just for a few seconds. More bliss flooded through my body along with adrenaline and cortisol, and my pussy leaked fresh wetness. I came twice before he ordered me to get fully on the bed. We did our half dance, half baseball slide onto the bed, getting us in his favorite position - spooning. He likes it best when I’m bent at the hips, so I leaned away from him before he had to ask. I felt the pressure building up again. I wanted to hold it back because sometimes my orgasms push him out if he’s not absolutely rock hard, and messing with his rhythm can sometimes cause a moment of softness. He surprised me by joining me in cumming, but rather than drive into me to get it as deep as possible, he pulled almost all the way out. I had forgotten that he’d promised me a creampie. He pulled out and said, “Oh, there’s a little bit of a mess.” “Can I see? Take a picture for me, please.” There was a decent sized puddle of muddy cum and lube threatening to run down my butt cheek. The feral fire roared back to life. I tossed my phone back toward him and told him to record me pushing his cum out.

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Small, crackly toots squeezed out of my asshole as I pushed. I laughed at the sound and sensation, telling him that I felt silly. I could feel internal resistance. “I don’t know that you have any desire to watch me shit, so my body isn’t letting me fully push.” I tried to breathe more deeply, hoping I wouldn’t (and also somewhat hoping I would) shit right in front of him. His cum was very thin, and it felt hot as it streamed out and onto the pad. Air squeaked out of my pussy, blowing a tiny bubble of my own cum up near my clit. I laughed when my boyfriend commented on it. When I thought his jizz was mostly out, I couldn’t help myself; I had to touch. I reached back and gently grazed the slippery mess around my asshole and played in it for a moment before lifting my hand to see the brown tint on my fingers. A momentary worry about lingering smell floated through my mind, but it disappeared as I swirled around in my mud puddle, dipping a finger into my still-tight hole. I then used two fingers to squeegee up what had leaked down my cheek and worked some filth back inside. Glorious. With my clean hand, I reached between my legs and began playing in my girl cum. It felt amazing, but I knew I was unlikely to reach orgasm with my off-hand. But maybe there was something that could help…

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“I want to do something really nasty,” I blurted out. He paused for a moment and said, “If you do, I’ll record it for you.” Good God, HOW did I get so lucky?! I brought my hand from my ass to my face and took in the scent. I was grateful it was mild, because it didn’t deter me from what I had in mind. I inhaled through my nose a few more times to fully immerse myself in the slight stink. As my mouth opened, both my jaw and hand trembled and my breath came a little faster. I wrapped my tongue around my fingers and then clamped my lips around them. A muffled moan snuck through my fingers as I tasted my shit again, a bit sweetened by the lube, a tad salted by his cum. It was truly divine. My tongue darted between my fingers as I desperately lapped up the filth before plunging my fingers back into myself. I rubbed my clit as best as I could with an uncoordinated hand. I tried to focus on the tasty horror I was actively engaged in - my shit was in my mouth, my fingers were up my dirty ass, and he was WATCHING me do it. I let my eyes flit over to him to gauge his reaction. Cool as a cucumber. I didn’t detect even a micro expression of revulsion. It heightened the pleasure I was feeling, but I knew it still wouldn’t be enough to overcome the awkwardness of my left hand. I asked my boyfriend if he would be willing to get his hands a little messy to help me, acutely aware of the liquid shit lightly coating all sides of my mouth, “I need to switch hands. Only if you’re comfortable, would you take over fingering my ass so I can cum?” “Can I use my weiner instead?” We both laughed as we appreciated the silliness he brought into such a devastating scene. I scooped a little more of our thin mud into my mouth and rearranged myself to take him into me again. I asked him if he needed to pee, as I imagined myself standing in the shower in the dress I was wearing, spraying his piss out of my asshole while he recorded. He said he didn’t need to go.

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His body hadn’t recovered from cumming yet, and he struggled to stay hard enough to stay in my tight asshole. When I accidentally pushed him out with a moan, he withdrew and slid down off the bed onto his knees. He lubed up a couple fingers and dipped them into my asshole. I tried not to worry about the fact that he just witnessed me lick shit off of my hand but didn’t spit anything out, but the nervous energy zipped through me again. Did it register in his brain that I had to have swallowed? He was still fingering my dirty butt, so I guess I couldn’t have terrified him too much. He quickly worked up to a moderately intense pace, knowing that I’m greedy for speed and depth any time he enters me. As his shit did the night before, what I had in my mouth seemed to lose its flavor, but I let myself revel in my own sick pleasure over what I had done, and again, with him WATCHING. Oh yes, watching! I asked him to hand me my phone so I could watch the video he’d taken. I’ve always loved watching myself, but I was absolutely mesmerized. It was a powerful orgasm, but I still found myself wishing I had a more substantial amount of shit in my mouth. Hopefully, there would be another chance to make it happen soon.

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He got up and headed to the shower. As I carefully stood, still wearing my black dress, I grabbed my phone to take a couple more pictures of the dirty spots left on the pad. I felt a tiny trickle escape my asshole, so I turned the phone around to record what was coming out. I was surprised that the fluid looked clear. I sat on the pad to sponge off any drippy bits and headed to the bathroom moments after I heard him call. I had to wash my hands before I could take my dress off and as I did so, he advised me to hurry. The moment I got in, he took my shoulders in his hands and firmly rotated me away from him, then pushed forward to force me to bend over. He spat on my ass and his cock, stroking it quickly to start it swelling again. He pushed the tip in, and I thought he was going to fuck me some more. Instead, he became completely still for a moment, and I knew that meant he was going to pee. I cried out at the sensation; the familiar feeling of warming, expansion, fullness, and some faint yet sharp sensations further up in my body. Pleasure, with a drop of torture. I was used to him pissing deeply in me, and his shallow insertion created an extra layer of urgency to evacuate. I squealed at the discomfort and his cock slipped out, splashing the tub floor with his fresh piss. I smiled as we settled in for our routine. He embraced me as I pushed, but it didn’t feel like there was anything solid to be released. We got washed up and I thoroughly brushed my teeth, thrilled that I would get more kisses again. Then I told him to get out and get ready for snuggles. The intensity of the past 12 hours required diligent aftercare, as without it, I would surely have a horrific crash.

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After he left the shower, I felt a small rumble through my guts. It was quite mild, and I enjoyed watching the small brown splats decorating the white of the tub floor as I pushed. I swished it all down the drain, feeling grateful there was nothing big enough to get stuck under the drain plug on the way down. I suddenly had the urge to taste myself again but as I tried to push out into my hand, all I got was a tiny puddle of liquid. I brought it to my face, but was turned off by the port-a-potty smell that happens every time he pisses in my ass. I cleaned myself and the shower up.

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As we cuddled on the couch together, I asked how he felt about everything that had happened last night and this afternoon. He said, “I didn’t dislike anything we’ve done.” Through further chatting, I got a sense that he may indeed find a love for scat that is purely his own, though I can’t imagine it even remotely rivalling the way I am currently captivated by this; consumed, really. He tends to speak in puns, and I wish I could remember in detail our flirting and silliness before he needed to leave for the gym, but my brain is mushier right now than the banana I ate out of his ass last night. It’s just hitting 4am now.

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Suffice it to say, there will be more filth happening over the weekend <3

OMG YOU GUYS!!!

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I told my boyfriend I wanted to put banana up his ass for him to push out for me. I want to watch some come out and also to rim him and eat it as it comes out.

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He's going to clean out beforehand, but I do hope there ends up being just a little shit in it. Preferably in the last bits, and just enough for me to see it's there, but not so much that I get overwhelmed.

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I've only ever tasted my own a few times and haven't yet swallowed any at all.

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I was thinking about picking up a tunnel plug on my way home, but money's a bit tight, so I'd rather not if I don't need to.

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The bananas I have at home are very speckled, but still feel pretty firm on the outside. I didn't peel one to check it.

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Any tips for me as I go about this?

• Insertion tips?

• Do I need a less ripe banana?

• Anything else I should keep in mind?

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Thanks my loves 😍

Hello again, my loves! I thought I'd have an update sooner. It's not that nothing has happened, just nothing really positive or big enough to post about on its own until yesterday's massive success. Here, I'm going into a couple fails from the last two weeks along with yesterday's joy, so this is a long one!

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If you read my last post, my boyfriend and I were about to get in the shower for a piss enema. It did happen, but it didn't give me quite what I wanted. Hardly any solids came out in the shower, and the cramping that happens higher in the gut was the worst it's ever been. I didn't take any delight in the waves of sickness because they weren't even remotely gentle. It felt like a full-on stomach flu so intense that all I could do was sit on the toilet and moan in agony, releasing everything I had in my body. I spent a whole week in a state of burning desire.

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Last Saturday, I woke up needing to shit, so I held it in and made a plan. My boyfriend regularly pisses on my body and in my mouth when we're in the shower, even if we aren't going to have sex. I've never peed on him or anyone else, but have fantasized about it a ton. I'm technically a switch, but feel most at home as a sub. It's VERY hard for me to ask for what I want unless I know my partner is completely into it, so my preference is to simply wait for instructions. My intention was to tell him I wanted to try peeing on him, and then ask him to fuck all the shit out of me with his cock and, if he felt comfortable with it, his fingers. I told him to get in the shower as I grabbed the lube and my phone, hoping to get some pictures or video of some delightfully messy magic. I was going to do this!

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I set everything right outside the shower quietly and got in with him. I asked if he remembered that he said he wouldn't do anything to me that he wouldn't be willing to let me do to him at least once. He did. I had woven my arms around him and shyly turned my face away, pressing my cheek into his collarbone when I told him I had to pee. I asked if he would sit down, and he did so without hesitation. I wanted to face him while I did it, but realized I didn't know how much control I'd have over the stream. In my imagination, I'd stand, maybe with one leg up, and he'd sit beneath me collecting my nectar in his mouth until it flowed out and down his body. In this instance, I would have been fully satisfied with him briefly dipping his tongue into the stream, or maybe burying his tongue in my pussy when I was finished. I just wanted him to taste me. Then he said it, “Just not on my face.” My heart dropped into my stomach. “Not even just a little up to here?” I pointed just below my nose. “No.”

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I froze for several seconds and all of the enthusiasm I’d had didn't just crash into a brick wall, it started a wildfire inside me. I catastrophized - “If a few drops of pee was too much, surely he wasn't going to go any further than we had already with scat and last weekend was a fluke. He doesn't want any of this and is just doing it to try to make me happy, and it's just too much to ask. I am just too much.”

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“Nevermind. I think you should stand up.”

“Why? I'm already here.”

“I changed my mind. Let’s please just rewind back to five minutes ago and pretend I never said anything.”

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I put out my hand to help him up and he just sat calmly as ever while the panic continued to well up. I became more and more frantic as I grabbed his arm, trying to tug him back to his feet, begging him to just get up. He sat like a stone looking up at me, an ocean of infuriating calm. My voice got increasingly more shrill as the embarrassment swirled around. What the hell was wrong with me to ask him to do these disgusting things? It was a legitimate question, but even I was shocked at the way my shame completely overtook me. “Stand up or I need to get out!” He took an even more relaxed pose, sitting back and gently clasping his hands together, eyebrows raised as if to say, “I'm waiting.” I kept yanking on his arm, my screeching nearing incoherence before I loud and clearly declared, “I have to leave!” I pulled back the curtain as he reached out and caught my wrist. My brain and mouth were both rapid-fire screaming. I couldn't hear his protests as I tried to flee, though I picked up on his amusement at the absolute circus unfolding in front of him. Rightfully so; it was fucking ridiculous. I finally convinced him to let go, citing concerns of slipping and getting hurt.

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I hurdled over the tub wall and frantically rubbed my towel over my legs and feet so I didn't fall and die on my way out of the bathroom. I sat scrunched in a ball on the couch with the towel draped over my head and most of my body, wishing I had some way to avoid a conversation about this. I worked to slow my breath as I listened to him finish his shower and exit the bathroom. “What was the lube for?” He asked. I didn't respond. He knelt down and lifted the towel. Not enough to uncover my face, but enough to uncross my ankles and make space to press his tongue into my pussy, where he slowly ate for a minute. He rose into a squat and drove his hips forward to sink his cock inside. I reluctantly pulled the towel down. I kept my eyes closed as I held it over my mouth and across my stomach. I leaned into the back of the couch and extended my knees to the sides to give him better access. As all of the post-temporary psychosis chemicals flooded my brain to numb me, I honestly can't really recall what happened after that, but he could feel the lingering tension in my body so he stopped. I remember some time after that making the walk of shame to the bathroom to finally pee and poop.

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I fell into a deep shame spiral for 2 days, praying for a way to free myself from my desires. I could feel the frustration in him when I said I was going to do my best to forget the last week and a half, but I had to. He was just too precious and pure for me to drag him down into the disturbing pit of my cravings. Despite my internal struggle, I stayed very active in this sub. I haven't yet decided if it helped me see the truth or if it has just empowered my demons, but I decided to stop fighting it: I fucking love being a nasty little slut. This is who I am and how I've always been.

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My boyfriend was nothing but supportive when I apologized for ruining the weekend, which he still insists I didn't, and explained that I knew I wasn't going to overcome this and had decided to just surrender into it. I asked him again if he was absolutely sure he was okay with me being this way, to which he replied with an easy yes. At this point I hadn't shit since the pissing fail two days earlier. It was like my rectum just stopped functioning, as I had zero urge to poop, even though there had been some sitting there. I could feel it when I stuck my fingers in my pussy. After I decided to stop fighting everything, my body began working again, but I held onto my shit in case tonight would be the night I got to play.

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That evening, my boyfriend brought a puppy pad and the lube out into the living room, setting me up a nice spot on the chaise. I asked if he would like me to clean myself out. I was a little disappointed when he said yes, but I didn't let it stay with me, as I was determined to allow my wanting AND keep a balance. It took a few rounds with my anal douche to get all of the solid nuggets out of my ass. I let myself enjoy the entire process - squirting the warm water up my ass, the slow drip turning into a blast when I pushed, the rapid forced expansion and contraction of my asshole as the pieces shot out of me. Seeing the pile of pieces at the bottom of the bowl, I remembered the girl I saw who topped her pizza with shit of the same consistency.

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When I came back out, my boyfriend was washing something in the kitchen sink. He turned his back as I passed, so I knew a surprise was coming. I laid the top half of my body on the couch with knees at the edge, ass in the air, waiting. I pressed my forehead into the couch as I listened to him working the lube bottle. I then felt something very small and smooth slip into my ass. Then another, and another. Bump, bump, bump. My hole had to open just a little wider with each one. I had almost completely forgotten about the anal beads we'd bought months earlier, but today was finally the day I got to feel them inside me. He worked them in slowly and I was practically drooling by the time he pressed the largest bead into my ass. He used a steady pace, popping the last few out and pushing them back in. I tried to keep myself still and quiet so I could feel every little sensation. I could have let him go on for an hour or more, but it was less than ten minutes before it was too much. He needed to feel my insides. He quickly but carefully pulled the toy back out. I squeezed my hole, a little in protest of the moment ending, a little just to feel extra tug before each ‘pop.’

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He tossed the beads onto the pad, just inches from my face. The lube coating them was just barely tinted and I watched the wetness soak into the puppy pad, leaving growing yellow stains. My eyes the. locked onto the space between the second and third beads - a tiny brown fleck. He pumped the lube bottle a few more times and as he plunged his rock hard head into my softened hole, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to lick, slurp, and suck until the beads were sparkling clean. But we weren't in the shower anymore. I had no good place to spit out the nastiness, and though I'd resolved myself to give in to the darkness, I wasn't yet ready for him to know I wanted to swallow it. As he began pounding, I asked him to take the beads away. He did, and I took the full length and width of him for several minutes before admitting what I'd wanted to do. “Why didn't you, then?” I let the question hang in the air as I turned my face away. I lost track of both the time and the number of orgasms I had while he fucked me in my most naughty place, and he finally grunted, shuddered, and sunk himself as deep as he could, releasing a few gloriously warm spurts to paint my brown walls white. I always want to just marinate in our mess, but we cleaned up and moved to the bedroom, where he busted in my ass one more time before we snuggled into each other to sleep.

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We both slept hard, but I awoke to something even more solid. He's so good at silently lubing himself up that many mornings, the very first thing my conscious mind registers is the painful yet delicious sting in my asshole as he enters me. The growing pleasure of his moderate pace soothed the slight burn within a few minutes and in maybe 20 minutes more, he delivered his third load in 18 hours.

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The last few days have been just gorgeous. My pooping returned fully to normal and I have been able to revel in the feeling, finally without guilt. I've also been able to much more openly discuss my kink with my boyfriend, and we've deeply enjoyed the nasty double-speak we've been engaging in, as he loves to get me all riled up when we can't be intimate.

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So now, enter yesterday morning…

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I had my alarm set so we could go to my aunt's birthday party. When it went off, I groaned in protest, hitting the snooze. My boyfriend rolled over to spoon me, and as his consciousness increased, so did his erection. He pressed the tip of his dick into my sweaty ass crack. I always sweat like that when I have to shit. He probed around until the sweat caused my asshole to start to give way. It wasn't yet fully open when I told him to wait. I'd woken up in the middle of the night with the runs from dinner, and I told him it was probably going to be a really gross mess in there. “So?” Was his reply. This man deserves everything he wants - all the very best things, so I make a point to never say no unless it's absolutely necessary. I'd only the night before reminded him how much joy I take in being his dirty little fuck toy. So I let him half roll over me to grab the lube. Moments later, he was squishing around in some degree of filth. It did feel good, but I could feel my hole nervously clamping down on him. We didn't have a pad underneath us, and there was a real possibility that some of what he was stirring up might leak out. I let him fuck me for several uncomfortable moments before I could feel my body wanting to push. I whimpered that I needed to go, and he said he'd come with me to the toilet or shower.

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It always makes me think of ballet; our series of coordinated movements as we carefully make our way off the bed with his cock still firmly inserted into my ass. We laughed at our ridiculous shuffle as we scooted past the mirror in the bathroom. I paused in front of the toilet, but I told him to get in the shower. We carefully stepped in, still connected. He placed one hand in front of my hip to hold me in place and put the other in the middle of my back, pushing to bend me over. The shit inside me wasn't the most comfortable lube. I reached back to put my hand on his thigh, making him pause. I pulled away slowly, squealing a little when his cock disconnected. I looked down to see the thin, brown streak on the head. He looked so delicious. The smell wasn't pleasant, but also wasn't overwhelming. I told him to use soap right away on his hands because I was terrified someone at the party would smell it.

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“Turn on the water, but don't wash off yet.”

“What? You want me to stick it back in?”

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I shot a devilish smile at his face and then at his dick again before I hopped out of the shower to grab the lube bottle and my phone. The knowledge of this filthy thing I was doing caused a swell of raw, primal energy within me. It’s so unfair that he doesn't even like scat, yet he gets the very best view of my nasty little hole when he's forcing his huge, dirty head in. “Can I piss first?” He asked as I got back in. I nodded, and he playfully peed on my thigh. I rinsed it off before turning around to present my ass to him. I felt a pang of anxiety roll through me waiting for him to get slippery enough to re-enter, but it just added to the thrill when he did. As he worked himself in and out, picking up the pace as he got fully hard again, my eyes were glued to the tub floor. Small drops of brown hit and then gradually dissolved away in the running water. My pussy was so swollen, and after a while, I could see a clear, thick, sticky string from my lips slowly running down the inside of my right thigh. I had my boyfriend pause so I could scoop it all up with my fingers to show him.

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The sensations inside me kept changing, ranging from blissful to harsh. I had to have him stop multiple times so I could just breathe through the rough spots, occasionally adding a little more lube. Unfortunately, we had a schedule to keep and we needed to wrap up our session. I told him to do what he had to to get really hard. I don't know if it was some picture he brought into his mind or simply my request, but he obliged immediately. “Pull out fast.” He stole a few more strokes before withdrawing swiftly. A nickel-sized brown splat appeared on the floor between my feet. The savage part of me fully awoke at the sight. “Stick it in again and pull it right back out.” He did so and brown water spurted out of me, along with several pea-sized solid pieces that were too heavy to be pulled down the drain by the water. “Again,” I growled. I spread my ass cheeks apart and dipped deeply into me, using his cock to squeegee out everything he could reach in one stroke. “Keep going!”

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The air was filled with the rapidly thickening scent of my shit and the sounds of my moans, growls, and splatters while he used his cock to empty me completely. Finally, he plunged out my hole again and nothing new emerged. He bottomed out two more times, and still nothing new, but we had already made a lovely, terrible mess, complete with shit speckles on the tops of our feet. But we were running out of time to finish getting ready to be on time to the party. I turned to face him, carefully switching where my feet were so I didn't step in any filth, as if that would make the situation that much worse for cleanup.

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I squatted down to check out his cock up close. I was still worried about any lingering smells on us later on, but I ran my finger under his head. Pureed shit coated my fingertip and quickly ran toward my palm. I rinsed it off quickly, but re-messed my hand immediately, turning his dick every which way and sliding his foreskin around to fully take in the disgusting sight. I looked up at my man and told him how badly I wanted to taste it, and I pointed out that it seemed to be much easier to remove the smell from my mouth than from my hands. I was just inches away. “Go for it,” he said, in his usual casual tone.

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I had permission, but the smell was at its most intense, and nervousness started squeezing my chest as I stared at a shit droplet waiting to be licked from his tip. I looked up slightly from his dirty cock and noticed two small carrot shreds on his lower belly, evidence of my cheater meal of eggrolls the day before. I was so embarrassed! I wiped them away quickly, standing to grab the bar of soap and vigorously clean his belly, cock, balls, and taint. The lather got very thick under the speed that I worked, and the slipperiness and feeling of his parts in my hands sharply reactivated my turn-on. But I had to focus! We still had a schedule to keep!

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I grumbled about not having a detachable shower head as I did my best to aim the wall head around to rinse everything down the drain. My asshole hadn't closed up, and I was making new splatters behind me while trying to spray off the old ones. I stuck a couple fingers in my ass to help get the loosest mess out so I could quickly get to the toilet. I savored the smooth feeling of my shit as it leaked and dropped out of me. After getting out the remaining pieces that my boyfriend had obliterated inside me, the rest came out in two skinny snakes, at most a centimeter wide, probably 10 inches long in total. I wondered if it came out so thin because my insides were swollen. Wiping felt heavenly.

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As I got back in the shower to finish cleaning myself, I told my boyfriend that I was a little disappointed in myself for chickening out on cleaning him off. “That's okay, I'll make sure you have the need to brush your teeth extra well the next couple days.” I blushed heavily when I realized that he was telling me he was actively planning to put his shitty dick into my mouth again soon! “But I still have something I want to give you.” He sat on the edge of the tub and started stroking his cock. I fucking love to watch him touch himself. I got on my knees and looked up at him with fire in my eyes. I hoped there were particles of shit in his piss-hole. “Are you going to cum in my mouth or on my face?” He chuckled and replied, “Probably both.” I waited for my treat and was pleasantly surprised that it didn't take long before the first blast of his load streaked across my forehead and over the bridge of my nose. I opened my mouth wide for him to finish.

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I swirled his cum around with my tongue to fully taste it before I swallowed. “Scrape the rest into my mouth with your dick.” He happily swiped his cock around my face, funneling his deliciousness for me to slurp up. As I washed off my face and then got to scrubbing out the tub, I told my boyfriend that next time, I wanted him to just put his filthy cock in my mouth. “Don't offer or ask. I want this, and if you give me the option, I might hesitate and puss out again. Don't give me a choice.” “Understood,” he replied.

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As we finished getting ready to leave for the party, I asked if he remembered grocery shopping a few days before. I had teased that I wanted to do something special with the bananas we were buying. “What, do you want me to make a chocolate banana milkshake?” My eyes had bugged out of my head and I awkwardly smiled before looking at the floor. Would he actually do that with me?! But after what had just happened in the shower, I believed he just might. Now I had a new desire, but I shared with him my original craving, “It’s not my butt I want to put the banana in…but it's not about putting it in. I'd want to watch you push it out for me.” Casual as ever, he said, “I could probably do that.”

“Even into my mouth?”

“Yeah.”

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Fucking SWOON… How did I get so lucky? 🥹

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More to come, my friends!

Since at least my (37f) early 20s, I have had probably 7 or more nightmares like this.

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I'm in a massive basement bathroom, like a dungeon locker room out of Saw. In most of the dreams I need to go to the bathroom but some I'm just trying to find my way out, but the entire place is covered in piss, shit, and wet toilet paper - all over the floor, the walls, on and in the toilets. I would be quickly but carefully tiptoeing around any available clean spots, desperately trying to find a clean toilet to go in. In all of the dreams, the toilets were either completely exposed, or at most were stalls with no doors.

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There are almost always other girls in there just hanging out, talking and laughing. They are mostly or completely naked but nothing sexual is happening. No one else ever interacts directly with the mess, but all were completely unbothered by it. In some of the dreams, they don't seem to notice me at all. In others, they are actively laughing at my panic and struggle.

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Maybe 4-5 months ago, I ran this through ChatGPT to analyze the symbolism. Stuff about buried shame and release were discussed. I did express concern that I had some sort of closet kink or fetish, because I'd had multiple short periods of time that I sought out scat porn, though at that point there hadn't been any real conscious desire to play IRL. It said that most dreams are just symbolic and that it was unlikely that the dreams meant anything about my sexuality, but essentially I would only really know if I tried it (it didn't suggest I do this; I am massively paraphrasing a very long conversation).

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Within the last few months, I haven't had any more of these nightmares, but I had a SUPER weird scat-related that I'm not going to get into details of because an animal was involved, though it was actually completely non-sexual. I think it was sometime after that that I realized I had an active interest in scat (again, no animals lol).

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Somewhere around the time that I had my first and only solo scat adventure nearly two months ago, I had a dream that I was house-sitting for a couple of friends and I don't know if I organized this or what, but there was a huge party happening that turned into a full-on scat orgy. I can't remember if my experience or the dream came first. I wasn't participating with anyone else, but the entire floor was covered in 1/4 inch of piss and there was shit everywhere. I walked around enjoying looking at the couples and groups. I wanted to play, but my boyfriend wasn't there, and I guess my loyalty extends into my dreams, lol! Next, I was naked and lying on my back, happily pushing my shit onto the floor for anyone to use. I most vividly remember smiling while I was lying there, feeling a big load squishing out of me and it felt so good. It was the first of any shit-related dream that I woke up from where I didn't feel distressed or uncomfortable.

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Maybe those nightmares meant something about me after all 😅

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So, again the question is:

Have you had recurring scat-related nightmares or dreams prior to realizing your scat kink/fetish?

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You guys...I am over the fucking (full) moon right now! 😭 I finally told my boyfriend, and it went really well!

If you haven't read my whole journey so far, I posted it here a few days ago, and it should be on my profile.

This one has a bit more suspense. I hope you enjoy the read! Here's the update:

Last night, I told my boyfriend there was something I wanted to tell him, but I was scared. He suggested I go get us some ice cream and THC drinks. I was gone a long time, spending a lot of time sitting in the parking lot, trying to hype myself up for the confession I needed to make. Fortunately, my boyfriend was recording gaming content, so I knew I had a lot of time.

When I got home, I got naked and put some food in the oven for us before snuggling into him on the couch. He suddenly flipped me over, aggressively pulled my legs apart, and hovered over me, belly down on the couch. He pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy, which had just started getting wet - not enough to make for a comfortable entry. He pushed forward hard, and I loved the pressure and strain I could feel as my pussy lips were forced apart with his blunt, dry dick. I knew it was going to be rough if he didn't spit on it or pull back and spread my fresh pussy juice around. But I didn't protest. I lay there, anticipating the sweet pain. He steadily drove forward until my pussy couldn't resist him anymore. I felt the sharp sting at the bottom of my slit as he plunged into me. I wondered if it was enough to bleed. I whimpered more as he worked his cock in and out of me, my natural lube production picking up quickly to soothe the slight trauma to my delicate tissue. He was so hard; it felt like he was stabbing the bottom of my stomach from the inside, and I briefly chuckled at the fact that it's actually easier to take his full solid glory to this depth in my ass. He stroked his cock with my pussy walls until the mix of pain and pleasure made me cum. Then he pulled out, spread my ass cheeks, and dove in.

It felt incredible. He alternated between backing up to lightly tickle my asshole with the tip of his tongue and pressing his whole face into my ass, trying to drive his tongue inside me. I squealed and squirmed knowing the outside was clean, but that he could only get so far inside before he would run into something he wasn't searching for. I couldn't help but squeeze my asshole shut. I HAD to tell him about what had been going on in my head before he ran into the mess. I needed him to be a willing participant. He sat back and slowly slid the tip of his finger into my ass, now sloppy with his saliva. As I relaxed into it, he said, “It feels like it wouldn't take much to get the head of my cock in here.” I knew it was dirty inside, and I wasn't going to stop him if it was his fingers or cock. He swished spit around in his mouth until he had a big slippery wad to spit directly down my crack. I love that ‘splat’ sound… I whimpered as he massaged some of the wetness just barely into my hole. He spit again and lubed up the head of his now raging erection. I started shivering with anticipation. So much excitement knowing he was about to get his dick dirty. So much fear that this might be the time that he was grossed out by it, by me because what if I couldn't hide it that I liked the mess we made? My body was still clenching, like she needed me to reveal my secret before she would open up, so he had to press really hard until my asshole gave way and his massive head popped into me. He paused for a moment, waiting for my cries of pain to begin their transformation into moans of pleasure.

He went slow, and I tried to visualize the point that the tip of his dick made contact with the filth inside. I tried to imagine the end of it being reshaped, becoming a perfect mold of his thick head. I was still whimpering a bit, both with the pain of the stretch my hole was experiencing and with the slight discomfort of my shit being pushed back up inside me. He asked if it was too much, or if I could take it like a good girl. I am a good girl, and so I gritted my teeth and spoke through them, “I can take it.” As he had teasingly referenced a few times before, he was indeed stirring my cookie dough.

The oven began to beep. Our steaks were done, but I was not. He fucked my ass for just a minute more before telling me he wanted to save some for later. It felt so good as he carefully eased himself out. I asked if there was a mess. He said, “A little bit,” and I turned around to look. The was the thinnest coating of shit over the head of his cock with a couple textured specks here and there. How could such a small amount of something be SO dirty? Part of me wanted to dive forward, mouth open, but what would he say?

We got up, and before he rounded the corner into the bathroom I yelled, “Wait!” His eyebrows became question marks, and I looked down at his deliciously dirty dick. I chanced it and said, “I want to look at it again.” Truly, I wanted to drop to my knees and slowly make out with his nasty cock. He paused for a moment, but then said he had to pee. I found myself instantly frantic. I wanted to come watch him piss and watch him clean my shit off his dick, but I didn't (and did) want him to know, and the oven was still beeping. I internally berated myself for being such a coward as I scrambled to get the pan out of the oven, hoping I could make it into the bathroom before missing much.

I was too late. He was washing his hands when I finally ran into the bathroom. I could feel the squishy mess between my cheeks. What was my best option now? I thought back to when he asked why I got to clean up his mess, but I wouldn't let him clean up mine. I tried to think of a justification for this moment, a “legitimate” reason behind asking him to do so that wouldn't bring him to the truth - I wanted him to see more of my shit. I quickly rehearsed lines in my head. When I had asked what he needed to lick my ass more, one of his qualifications was keeping it clean. Maybe I could say, “Will you wipe me and make sure I'm all cleaned up to your liking?” There was enough deniability in that, right? But what if he saw through it, or worse…what if he didn't want to?

I couldn't make the words come out, so I stood there awkwardly, clearly with a question caught in my throat. He smiled at my adorable awkwardness, amused by my struggle. He smirked, raised an eyebrow, and leaned in a bit as he asked if there was something I needed. The question started to fall out of my mouth, but I panicked, clamped it shut, and pushed him out with the door. “Nothing! I'm fine!!!” I was not fine…

I sat on the toilet, not wanting to push at all. I wanted to save every bit of shit for later, in case I found the courage to tell him what I really wanted. I wiped with a baby wipe, and was surprised to see just a small, yellowish streak. I wiped more, pressing the wipe into my asshole about an inch, wanting to be clean like he asked so he would lick me again. The shame crept in and I pushed a couple small turds out. I took only a few seconds to appreciate the ragged shape of the piece that he had been fucking inside me. Sigh…

I got our steaks finished and plated while he grabbed our drinks and got our show cued up. I started chugging mine, feeling like I could only find strength to explain if I was (a little more than my baseline) out of my mind. We enjoyed our food, ate our dessert, and let the episodes keep playing. I was flying high by the time we laid down on the couch, still watching. He leaned into my ear and said in the breathy whisper that makes all of my hair stand on end, “Is there something you want to tell me?” My eyes bulged out of my head, and I grabbed a pillow to cover my face. As I tried to steady by breathing, I peeked out and told him I was scared to say. When he asked why, I said, “Because I love you, and I want you to still love me and think I'm beautiful.” He told me there wasn't anything I could say that would make him not think that. But he didn't know. He didn't know the true depth of my depravity. I just said, “I can't,” and rolled back over to spoon and keep watching our show.

As the episodes flowed by, I would occasionally look back to stare at his gorgeous face. He'd immediately punch out with, “So are you gonna tell me yet?” Each time, my eyes would pop out and I'd need to hide. He was amused and endlessly patient. I spent much of our time watching fighting with myself over all the possible ways to finally spill my dirty secret, trying to find the least terrifying option, but eventually we succumbed to the drinks and started falling asleep. I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment in myself, but I had gotten so close… We passed out on the couch in each other's arms.

He let me sleep in while he went to the gym this morning. I awoke to him pressing his lips into my cheek. I smiled and barely blinked before he set a beautiful bouquet on my chest. Tears welled up quickly, and I yanked him down to kiss him deeply. He went to rinse off while I got my flowers into a vase, feeling my resolve increasing. Maybe I could tell him… We ate and watched more of our show. I eventually noticed him dozing off and suggested we go take a nap. We moved to the bedroom to take a nice snooze.

We woke up, and as always, his cock started swelling. He put his arm around me and pulled me back toward him so he could nestle himself between my butt cheeks, my favorite morning ritual of ours. As I turned my face back to say hi, he kissed me and stunned me with another round of, “So are you gonna tell me yet?” My whole body tensed up, and I found an extra pillow to hide my face under. He rolled into an upright position and lifted my cheek so he could poke my asshole with his cock, “You can tell me, or I can put the tip in.” I pushed my hips in his direction while rolling my face down to keep hiding. I heard the pump on the lube bottle. It was finally time.

I gently said his name, still covering my eyes. “It's definitely going to be a mess in there.” He told me to hush up and let him make his mud pie.

I said, “But is there a difference? There's poop happening because it is a natural consequence of you fucking my ass, and then there's doing it on purpose. What if I want it to happen?”

“That's what the shower is for.”

“But does it make me a bad person if I want there to be a mess?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He continued preparing himself when I whispered his name and suggested a puppy pad. He got up to grab one, and as he tossed it to me said, “Lay it at the edge of the bed and present yourself to me.” Fucking swoon. I did as I was told. He stood behind my raised ass and pressed his tip into me, With this new permission, all of the clenching in my body had stopped. He slid into my ass more easily than ever before. The only resistance to his entrance was the load I had waiting. I felt my insides expand with his cock and my own shit as he pushed deeper into me. It was absolutely exquisite. He fucked my full ass for a bit, and I reveled in both the pleasure, and the joy of doing it without guilt. He slowed down to make me really feel every inch of him sliding in and out a few strokes before pulling all the way out to re-enter me. I asked him if there was a mess. He said there was a small piece. “Can you take a picture so I can see?” He grabbed my phone from the nightstand and snapped the photo, tossing the phone on the bed next to my face. I picked it up to see as he gripped the base of his cock and plunged back in. I gazed at the contrast. This pea-sized brown piece, darker than the natural medium brown of my pretty little hole. It was a yummy sight.

I had finally opened up, and now I felt a little more brave. “If you get any on your hand, will you wipe a little bit on one of my cheeks?” A wave of hesitation rolled through the air and he didn't reply, so I quickly followed up with, “But not if you're uncomfortable.” I turned my focus to the tiny amount of shit smell that was present as he fucked my ass some more. I was glad it was just a hint, but still noticeable. I wondered how he felt about the scent. I savored the sensation of my shit being swirled around inside me. Being pulled close to the exit on the out strokes. Being spread again over the head and down his shaft with every thrust forward. I wondered how long it would take me to dial in my diet to consistently get softer shits. I wanted him coated in mud when he pulled out. I dared to be a bit more vocal, telling him I really loved seeing the mess on his cock the day before, and that I wished I could have done more with it. “What, did you want to lick it clean?” That HAD to be too far for him, so I tried to soften the news, “I don't know if I'm ready for that, but yeah, I wanted to.”

He didn't reply to that revelation, but told me to get more onto the bed. I adjusted the puppy pad beneath us, and we began our typical semi-graceful dance routine to get into a spooning position without his cock coming out of my ass. But the shit didn't have to stay inside anymore - I had permission. I told him to pull out instead. I laid on my side and looked back. There was a lovely little poop patty spread over the head of his dick and a small smear to the left of his pubic bone. I wanted to lick it. He got behind me and pressed back in. I hoped that my hole squeezed tight enough to scrape the shit off his head, making it collect around my hole and squish out onto my cheeks each time he bottomed out.

“I hope you'll piss in me later,” I said.

“I'll have to start drinking a bunch of water.”

“Yes, please.”

His stamina is incredible, and he kept a moderate pace as I slipped deeper into the bliss. Time melted away as I entered subspace. But eventually my trace was broken. My pussy had been dripping into the puppy pad when I was on all fours, but not enough of my wetness made its way back to maintain the lube in my ass. I could feel him slowing down as I became aware of the discomfort increasing. We were dripping sweat, both from the summery heat in the room and from our efforts. I looked back and saw the exhaustion on his face. “It's okay to take a break,” I said. It felt a tiny bit gritty as he finished pulling out. It was a beautiful sight. There was faint brown staining between the base of his cock and his hip bone. His head was still smeared with filth, and more obvious speckles covered his length. It took me a moment to realize his entire shaft was darker. He had fucked the lube and my shit into the watery puree that had stained around his dick. I took in the way that it also tinted his cock. So filthy… I wanted to suck him off right then, hoping there were traces of my dirtiness in his piss-hole that would be blasted into the back of my mouth when he came. But I hadn't asked permission for that yet.

We made it into the bathroom. As he got into the shower, my ass started leaking. I told him not to wash off yet as I admired my ass in the mirror, delighting in the three separate streams of brown water dripping down the backs of my thighs. I spread my cheeks to see what was on my hole, but the angle was difficult. I grabbed my hand mirror, but as I lifted my leg and put the mirror underneath to admire the artwork, a large droplet splattered onto the mirror, along with five or six on the floor. I laughed as I cleaned them up, feeling more streaming out of my ass.

I got into the shower, still feeling the victory glow, but also a little uneasiness. Would my boyfriend start reflecting on what just happened and find disgust? I stared at his dirty cock and slowly reached out, holding it just with my fingertips at first. I gently pulled his foreskin back, marvelling at the nasty, forbidden sight. My eyes searched for more caught under the ridge of his head. A few tiny pieces. So perfect… My breathing picked up. He put his hands on my shoulders and started applying downward pressure. I looked up with panic, “What are you doing?” He kept pushing until I dropped to my knees. My eyes locked into the tip of his cock, now just a few inches from my face. The shit scent was mild but absolutely present, and I took it in repeatedly as my breathing sped to near-hyperventilation. He slowly moved his hips forward, inching his cock toward my lips. I put his hands on his hips and could feel myself starting to shake with anticipation when it happened. Contact.

His dirty dick touched my lips, which immediately parted to let him in. He didn't enter right away. I felt the stillness in his body, and I knew what was coming next. The hot liquid started pouring out of him, and I eagerly opened wider to catch it in my mouth. I let it pool in the back of my mouth, swallowing a couple drops before sealing my throat and nasal passage so the piss could run out and down my throat and chest. As his stream came to a stop, he carefully thrust his hips forward, dipping into my mouth. A moan escaped my mouth before I wrapped it fully around his shit-coated cock. The flavor was like the scent - very mild for shit, and it was also diluted by the harshness of his piss. Again, perfect. A gentle first time. I sucked and stroked his cock with my tongue. My moans quickly became muffled as he expanded in my mouth. I reached around and dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, pulling him into my face until I could feel the strain of his cock in the back of my mouth. I briefly lamented the inability of my throat to accommodate his size. I wanted his dirty shaft fully down my throat, but it is both a blessing and a curse to have a man with such a thick cock. I sucked and licked and spit repeatedly. I had turned his cock every which way in my hands, searching for any missed spots. There were none. The thrill I felt, not just in response to this heinous act, but also in that he was hard while I was perpetrating it. But where was his mind? There was still a chance his body was simply responding to the stimulation, and the horror could set in. He might still pull away…

We slowly withdrew from each other as my spitting increased. I wanted him to know I was getting it all out and not purposely swallowing it. I then sat on the tub floor, the shower raining on my hair and my back. I stared at the floor a moment, wondering how I was going to look him in the eye. He could feel my thoughts, and reached down to lift my chin. He smiled down at me and stroked the edge of my jaw. I brought my hands to touch his, and he gently lifted me to my feet. I let out a sigh and pressed my forehead to his chest. I waited for the shame to overtake me. He again tipped my chin up, and as I unclenched my face, we made eye contact. There was nothing there but love. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, tenderly trailing his fingers over my back. “Do you still love me and think I'm beautiful?” No hesitation from him, “Of course.” I began to softly cry, releasing any last bits of shame and feeling relief wash over me. It was more cleansing than the shower.

We held each other for a long moment before he asked, “Was this sparked by when you accidently got it in your mouth that one time you gave me head?” I told him the curiosity had been there quite a bit longer, giving him an extremely brief synopsis of my journey. He listened and offered comments here and there around his boundaries. He is not into the idea of smearing, but I asked if he would try a tiny amount just on my butt cheeks. He laughed and said maybe, but he also would not, “Drop a log on a dinner plate.” I laughed and said, “Not yet anyway.” He protested, “Don't say it like that! That insinuates it might happen in the future!” But it was all light-hearted. I shared more of myself, more that I want to try, including watching him shit, and that I want him to watch me when I push his piss and my shit out of my ass tonight.

And now I've been sitting here writing my story. He just came to tug on my arm, saying he doesn't know how much longer he can hold his piss.

Can't wait to give you the next update <3

These are my (37f) experiences and I cannot keep this secret anymore...

When I was a teenager, I saw a video of a guy pissing into the open asshole of a woman with her ass in the air. There was another girl underneath her. Once she was full, she sat up and the piss splashed all over the other girl's face. I wanted to be pissed in like that, but was sure I could never ask anyone for that.

I already knew that I loved anal, but I would only do it when I was pretty positive we wouldn't have an “incident” (poop). I loved how naughty it felt to suck a man's cock after it had been in my ass, but would only do it if I didn't see anything on them. I also loved rimming, but again it needed to be clean.

I was shown 2G1C at 19. I was grossed out, but there was a strange fascination as well, which continued after being shown another video of a woman sticking the neck of a champagne bottle in a man's ass. As he pushed it out, it bubbled and fizzed, and the woman slurped and sipped it as it poured down his taint. I was again a bit disturbed, but also slightly turned on. Then the poop started coming out - just small pieces. My disgust grew as the woman continued to lick and drink it, but it stayed with me. As did all the other scat-related shock videos I was shown. I remember pulling some of them up while masturbating, making it some sort of challenge like, “This is disturbing. Can I get off to this?” The answer was always yes.

At this time, I was doing a lot more solo anal play, and I found myself feeling curious about the little bits of nearly clear natural lubricant my ass would leave on my dildo. It didn't stink, but actually had an attractive scent. I let myself taste it and enjoyed the flavor, along with the jelly-like texture. I remember feeling guilt and anxiety about someone finding out, but I also felt a bit exhilarated by it.

Fast forwarding through many years and relationships, I found greater and greater pleasure in anal sex, but I was always self-conscious when an “incident” happened. It was always small, but I always practically screamed at my partners not to look while I cleaned him off and ran to the bathroom to clean myself. I dreaded the idea of being the source of any repulsion from my partners. Over the years, I occasionally found myself in periods of masturbating to the shock videos again, usually lasting a week or two before I'd shame myself into stopping.

Enter April, 2025, 36 years old. I had been with my now boyfriend for 3 months (had been in love with him for 3 years). Fucking my ass is his favorite hobby. When I've been worried about not being cleaned out, he's always shrugged and said, “That’s what showers are for.” I was still so worried about disgusting him if I got anything on him. He would say, “I know what's in there and I'm not afraid of it. I'm not going to play with anything that comes out of there, but I'm happy you let me make mudpies.”

One morning, I was giving him head. He wasn't fully hard, and I was doing a sucking technique that repeatedly pushed his cock fully back into the foreskin and put pressure on his bladder. I felt a small but powerful squirt in my mouth. It took several moments to register that it was a thin liquid and wasn't cum. It didn't have much flavor in the front of my mouth, but the bitter taste as I swallowed confirmed it was piss. I didn't say anything. I went and cleaned my mouth and came back to lay with him. He was unsure what had happened. He was apologetic when I told him, but I said it didn't bother me and we laughed about it. It did give me a stomach ache, though.

Shortly after, I asked him what was left on his Fuck-it List. He didn't have much, and nothing outrageous. He asked me back and I was so nervous to say it, but I told him about the piss video I saw, and how I always wanted to know what that felt like. He told me he would probably be willing to make it happen for me. I was instantly so excited. We were going to an event at a hotel within a week, and I decided to get us a room for the night. The day before, we ended up talking about my desire again, and he said we could probably do it at the hotel.

April 12th…At the event, he was making intense eye contact with me while chugging entire bottles of water. I was SO turned on! After he fucked my ass for a bit, we got into the huge walk-in shower. He got just hard enough to get the head of his thick cock in my ass. It took several moments of concentration, but he finally let it flow. I don't have words to describe the sensation. Feeling my insides quickly warming up, expanding and filling…I'll never forget that first time. I felt completely connected to him. I got a bit dizzy with the rush of physical sensations and emotion. It was a high, a spiritual experience.

When he finally pulled out, some piss squirted out before I squeezed my ass shut. I was embarrassed, but he embraced me tenderly, holding me for several minutes before I felt the gurgle in my belly. It was coming out NOW! He held me as the piss exploded out of my ass. I was horrified when the smell hit me. It was like a port-a-potty. I whimpered and shook helplessly in his arms as a couple more waves of release roared through me. I dared to peek behind me and I saw it. There was shit splattered all over the floor and lower half of the wall of the shower. I almost cried and I shouted at him not to look, to get out of the bathroom. I cleaned everything up and tried rinsing out my ass with an enema bottle. No matter how much I rinsed, it wasn't coming out clean. I was disappointed to tell him that my ass was off limits for the rest of the night. He wasn't upset, and we slept peacefully in each other's arms during the couple hours that were left of the night.

The next morning, we attended another event. We were exhausted and went out to his car to take a power nap during a lengthy break. As we chatted, I brought up the night before, and I noticed he started getting hard. I asked if he would do it again and he said yes. If we hadn't been in a school parking lot, I would have blown him right then. We had driven separately, as I had another event I was attending solo that evening. When it was time to go, he walked me to my car, where he told me he loved me for the very first time. It physically hurt me to watch him walk back to his car and be away from him.

Since then, he's pissed in my ass several more times. After emptying himself into me, he gets so hard, and loves to fuck everything up deeper into my guts. It comes out sometimes just with a trickle at first, but it always ends violently. In the early days, I would kick him out of the bathroom before evacuation. Eventually I started getting to the toilet and letting it go while he was still in the shower. I felt so much shame every time he was within nose or earshot, but he would grab my chin and lift it so I had to look into his eyes, telling me not to be embarrassed. He would kiss me deeply as I sat, helplessly raging into the toilet. When some would come out in the shower, it sometimes felt like he was leaning over my shoulder to see what came out.

One morning, he rolled me over and mercilessly fucked my ass. I could feel the slightly dry, mildly painful feeling of shit being churned. I'm not sure if it was actually an uncomfortable sensation or if it was my squeezing and straining to keep the shit from coming out where he could see it. He cleaned himself off with baby wipes, and I got right to sucking his cock. He had missed a wad of my mess that had gotten stuck on the ridge underneath the head of his cock and I didn't see it. Suddenly, there was an unfamiliar taste, almost chemical. I assumed it was from the baby wipes, until I felt there was something in my mouth. Reality hit me. I very calmly took his cock out of my mouth and grabbed another wipe. I silently cleaned him off, finding the rest of what I had left on him, the whole time holding my own shit in my mouth. I then grabbed a tissue and turned away to spit into it and left the room to go clean my mouth out. I had always joked about anything bad that happened, saying, “It could be worse! It could be poop!” I can't say I enjoyed it, but I was struck in that moment by the realization that poop was…not actually the very worst thing that could have happened. I didn't know what to make of it. I got back and explained what happened. He apologized for not cleaning everything off. I shrugged it off and we moved on.

During one piss enema session while I was holding all of our filth in, I asked if he would put a couple fingers into my ass. Not only was he happy to do so, he got all of his fingers in with half of his palm. Shit-stained piss leaked down my legs as he worked his hand in and out, and I squealed with pleasure and rubbed my clit. He attempted to get his thumb in as well, but he's never successfully gotten his entire fist in my ass. I stood and waited in his arms for the urge to release to overtake me, and he chuckled. I asked what was so funny and he was hesitant to tell me at first. Then he simply said, “Piss-fist enema,” and we laughed so hard! We still occasionally giggle about it to this day.

Now, my libido has always been very high, and my boyfriend has always taken very good care of me, but over the last few months I started masturbating when he wasn't home sometimes, which led to porn, and it wasn't long before I found myself looking scat porn, particularly scenes of eating. But the shame always came after I came a few times. I kept telling myself it was the last time. The scenes started playing in my mind anytime I was intimate with my boyfriend. Once, I had brought some Hershey's Kisses into the bedroom. He didn't know that as he was fucking me, I was slowly sucking and playing with the mushy mess in my mouth, imagining it was my poop. My pussy flooded repeatedly.

A year ago, he had let me start playing with his ass, always clean, and if I wasn't already smitten before…ugh… My god, he has the most delicious ass, and hungry for my whole hand. A few months ago, we bought some butt plugs, and he let me fuck him with the biggest one. I sat on his belly, facing his feet. I was gentle and used a ton of lube. After a while, I noticed a little bit of liquidy, dark brown creeping up onto the plug on the out-strokes. There was no smell, and he wasn't reacting as if anything was off. I was surprised how excited it made me to watch it slowly pooling up underneath his ass as I picked up the pace. I worried he would be embarrassed, so I just said, “If there was a mess, would you want me to stop so we can clean it up, or would you be okay with me continuing if I wasn't bothered by it?” He paused and asked if there was a mess. I responded, “Maybe.” He replied with very neutral approval, so I continued, feeling my pussy making a puddle of her own on his belly as I played in the mess. Without him knowing, I let my fingers get in it, and I delighted in this little secret I was having right in front of him. As the puddle grew, I decided to stop, as I didn't want him to know how much I was enjoying it, and still worried he might be embarrassed once he saw the reality of the situation with his own eyes. I left him to clean up as I fled the room with the plug. The liquid had mostly run off, but there was a little streak of thicker poop near the top. I brought it near my face and took in the scent. It was very mild, as far as shit goes, and it gave me butterflies. I found myself curious about the taste, but I got to cleaning it immediately, as there was no way to hide it if I went for it. My boyfriend came out of the bedroom with the puppy pad bunched up. I could see the big brown spot through the pink plastic. It made my pussy swell and pulse more. He threw it away and got in the shower. I asked if he was okay. He said he was fine, and he really did seem completely unbothered.

Since that experience and over the last couple months (honestly, before it too), I've felt this thing growing inside me…this desire to take it further. I was home alone a month or two ago, and after watching some videos of girls playing solo, wondering about the logistics of stuffing their pussies with shit and how the hell you avoid infections, I could feel I had to shit. Something snapped and I let the urge take me over. Pee had to be the first step. I laid down in the tub and slid down until my ass was up the wall a bit. I looked up at my pussy and gently pushed until the piss started flowing upward like a fountain before running down my body toward my neck. I opened my mouth and pushed a little harder, spraying my face with my piss, filling my mouth a bit before I pushed it out, feeling it gush over my lips and cheeks, hearing it splash.. My heart started racing at the reality of what I was doing. I rinsed myself and everything off and then sat back in the tub, my phone aimed at my asshole and recording. In that position, I struggled to push the poop out. It made squishy popping noises as it slithered its way onto the tub floor, winding in two small stacked coils. I watched it happen in real time on my phone, fascinated by the way my asshole opened and pursed like lips blowing a kiss. It was very soft and a bit mottled in its colors with pointed ends from my asshole squeezing it, trying to keep me from doing this rotten thing I was doing. I had hoped for something a little more solid in texture and color. It was a little smushy, which wasn't as appealing, but my curiosity remained. As my small load sat in front of me, I replayed my short video a couple times. I'm not sure if I was stalling, trying to keep myself hyped, or something else, but I finally picked it up. My heart pounded harder as I felt the warmth on my fingers. It had smeared a little on the floor as I scooped it up. I carefully brought my thumb to meet my fingers and very slowly smooshed my poop around, really feeling its texture, feeling anxious about the smell lingering when I washed. I brought it to my face. I sniffed it and felt a wave of revulsion, but I still wanted to put it in my mouth. My heart felt like it was skipping beats and I alternated taking big whiffs in and big exhales out. I hesitated back and forth - bringing the shit closer to my mouth and smelling it, backing it up to look at it again. I did this several times before I took a deep breath and pressed the flat of my tongue to the smashed turd. I let my tongue briefly touch the roof of my mouth before I started spitting into the toilet, horrified at what I had just done. I shook the poop off into the bowl, but it half floated there. I stared at it and realized I wasn't done with it. I quickly reached in and grabbed a small piece that had broken off. Toilet water was completely unappealing to me, and don't ask me to explain my logic, but I briefly rinsed it off in the tub before putting a tiny amount on my tongue to touch to the roof of my mouth again. I closed my mouth fully around it. It had the same tang that I remembered that tasted a bit chemical, but as I sat for a moment feeling the velvety texture, the earthy flavor came through, not dissimilar to actual dirt, like when the soil isn't completely washed off of a raw mushroom. I was suddenly hit with anxiety about how well any scent could be scrubbed out of my mouth, so I spit several times into the toilet, feeling my stomach turn as I gagged once. I washed myself in the shower quickly, and went to the sink to clean my mouth out. My heart was still pounding and I felt this raw, primal energy exploding out of me. I felt invincible somehow, and I stood at the mirror looking at the flush on my face and the danger in my eyes as I vigorously rubbed my clit until I came hard. I put on my sexiest dress and went shopping, smiling the whole way, high off this dirty little secret I now had. But I feel guilt. I don't want to do this alone or have to hide myself…

So now within the last few weeks, I feel completely consumed by this desire. My boyfriend and I have far more anal sex than vaginal. I have been getting us a little high and then pushing boundaries as much as I can without totally revealing myself. I've been rimming him a lot more, hoping to find his ass a little dirty, instigating even more anal hoping for an “incident,” but my shit has been too firmly formed to make a muddy mess. I just can't get past him saying (on more than one occasion), “I'm not scared of what comes out of there. *I'm not gonna play with it or anything,* but I'm just happy I get to fuck your ass.” It's keeping me from just confessing. But he's always made comments about “making a mudpie,” “stirring my cookie dough,” and other cute analogies. But when I've tested the waters with reverse psychology, his responses are always pretty neutral. Shyly saying things like, “I hope I don't make a mess,” just has him saying, “That's what showers are for.” While he's fucking me, I'll say, “It feels like something needs to come out,” and he doesn't really say anything back. I've stopped being shy when little poop moments happen, hoping he would pick up on my sudden intensity and little comments about loving being his dirty girl and that he would take us further. I often during dirty and passionate moments grab his face in my hands and look deep into his eyes and tell him, “I'd do anything for you. I'd do anything you told me to.” I mean it, and I want him to make me prove it. I want him to shit in my mouth.

I played with his ass a week ago. I got some shit on my hand. It was a deep chocolate brown, mixed with a lot of lube so it was runny and slimy, just a tiny bit sticky, and again no smell. He was lying back, and I asked him to hand me the wipes. I didn't want to clean it off, but I didn't want to make a mess in a way that would make it obvious I was doing it purposely. He asked if there was a mess and I smiled as I cleaned off my hand, telling him not to worry about it. There was some shit smeared around his asshole, and I didn't clean him off when I put my fingers back in. I felt around and recognized the runny shit-lube inside. I got as much into my palm as I could, wishing I could pull out and take a taste, wishing I could rub it on my nipples, wishing I could dive my tongue inside him. I savored the sensation on my hand and the knowledge of what I was feeling as I told him to stroke his cock until he came. He always cums so hard when I play with his ass. My hand was messier the second round. I turned away to clean it off and he asked me, “How come when I make a mess you get to clean me up, but when you make a mess you don't let me clean you up?” I got so nervous and don't remember what dismissive thing I said. I just ran to the bathroom to clean up.

Last week, he pissed in my ass 2 nights in a row. Both nights, I exaggerated the helpless feeling, so I could have an excuse when I purposely bore down and shit on the tub floor around my feet. The fear of rejection stayed with me, and it wasn't until the second night that I could actually push everything out while he held me. It smelled awful, that potent outhouse smell, and I really hoped he was watching. He'd also taken to spreading my ass cheeks with his hands so I could just cling onto him with my arms. After I had splattered a quarter of our shower, I actually let him see me looking at it, only a little embarrassment this time, and truly only from the uncertainty about how he felt about what he was witnessing. If I knew he approved, I would have sat right in the mushy chunks that coated the floor and rubbed around until my ass cheeks were covered.

Continued in the comments <3