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Black Friday: Part 2 What's up losers, this is Monica, slave boy's new Master and Owner. I read about last year's tgives, um, "celebration" for my new love and while I've enjoyed turning him into my toilet, I thought... What's with a little tradition? Now, I'm going to let my boyfriend and slave write the story, but I wanted to give the background. There's a story from last year, and I asked him about the truth behind it. He told me it was as close to true as memory's can be. I thought, "Did she really shit THAT much?!" After witnessing it for myself yesterday, I think he might have actually UNDER sold it... Well I reached out to her, Corrin, and asked her about shitting in his mouth. She was unaware he broke up with Ali and started dating me. Corrin laughed at how much we got along and all that. I told her that I only shit in his mouth once, maybe twice a week. Only if I'm having a really shitty day during the week does he end up getting an even SHITTIER night. Hahaha. Anyways... I asked her about STDs and all that. She assured me that wasn't an issue (no sex in the last year, since before even last tgives). So I got my bf an early Christmas gift: He gets to eat someone else's shit for a day! She agreed and now, my toilet is going to write you all the details... --------------- I read what Monica wrote before writing, but there was no amount of psycho therapy in advance that could have set me up for THAT... Monica put me in my toilet box and I was thrilled, a post-thanksgiving day shit from my new girlfriend? Sign me up! She sat down and unloaded quite a dump. Her turds are usually not that smelly, but she'd eaten a ton of cool whip with her pumpkin pie I guess. Her lactose intolerance really showed on her farts. But then the turd came, and it was only one turd. It was about three feet in length and a paste-like substance. I wanted to get out, but that's never an option. Not until her shit is eaten. Finally, after about two hours of work, I finished it. I wasn't allowed to use my hands, but Monica used a tool to guide what dropped onto the floor back into where it belonged: my mouth. It's so strange thinking about it, the idea that someone's shit "belongs" in my mouth... But Monica's shit really does. It's beautiful. When it was all gone, all 30+ inches of that turd, I expected to get up. Instead, I heard the door open and a familiar voice. All you fuckers know what's about to go down...... "Hey there, toilet. Long time, none of my shit in your mouth." She's so fucking corny. "Did you know that your girlfriend here invited me back over to use you? To use your mouth as my toilet." "Yes, Goddess." "Good god, this is so fucked... You can't even pretend to be upset about it?! Ha! Don't worry, slave. I'll be back. Gotta grab some coffee to get this moving. Heh! Look at him start to cry!" I was, too. I was crying because this was going to be brutal. Monica just spent a good amount of time making sure I got all her dump down. I knew I couldn't eat a full Corrin dump... But really, what I thought didn't matter. Corrin did not take long (she never does) and she was back on top of me in my little toilet box. "I ate more this year, slave. I weighed myself. I'm about 20 pounds heavier than last year." And then it just sort of started. This long, dark brown rope that kept breaking up. There was a liquid around the sides, dripping in and making me wretch. The smell was like a beer shit meeting a lactose intolerant person's shit. It was inhumane how she just let it fly, the sludge and the turds. At one point, I feared I was going to die. Not like, "haha, might die", but literally I was covered in someone's feces to the point I couldn't breathe. Corrin kept shitting. I heard a grunt and then I felt a single turd that was probably 6 inches in length, maybe shorter. "Now... Eat." She watched me chew and swallow, and it was probably another three hours later. Monica was watching football and came in to report the score right at the beginning and busted out laughing. "HOW?! How did you poop so MUCH?! I thought mine was HUGE!!! But it was literally half of what you just unloaded." "I just eat a bunch. And then I shit it in his mouth. Keep it simple. Heh." "But there's sooooo much! And that smell! How does he eat it?!" "Never ask the toilet a question. It might stop thinking of itself as a toilet." They both laughed at that one. Monica left us alone and then I finally finished. Corrin and Monica didn't seem like they'd be friends, and Monica confirmed this wouldn't be more than a one time thing, but for the second year in a row, the stores weren't the only thing that had a blow out they shoved in my face... Oh, and her final weight tally? 11 pounds. She says it's a new personal best, but I can guarantee there was nowhere near 11 pounds of shit on my face. Maybe 5. |
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