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My Goddess' Meal WARNING: This is a request that involves eproctophilia (TOOT TOOT), coprophilia (POOP), emetophilia (VOMIT) and maschalagnia (ARMPITS). If those things aren't your things, then I highly suggest you stay away from this writing. ================================================================= I hear the door open, and my heart skips a beat. I set down the book I’d been reading and make my way into the main room, delighted to see your face again. I can tell from your expression that you’ve had an arduous and sluggish day at work. You kick off your shoes, hang up your jacket, and give me a weak smile. “Welcome home, Goddess! How are you feeling?” I say, hoping my eagerness could rub off on you. “I’ve had better days, slave. I’ve had better days.” Upon hearing this, I frown, tilting my head to the side a bit, almost like a dog. I look deeper into your eyes, and see how worn down you really are. My Goddess needs cheering up! I hold your hand gently but firmly, pulling you through the halls and into our bedroom. “Now you just sit here and relax, okay? Let me do the work for a change.” I say, smiling at you as you spread yourself out across the mattress. I sit beside you, rubbing my hands into your shoulders, massaging them, as well as your scalp and the back of your neck to relieve the tension. You close your eyes, and I kiss your forehead. I move lower now, feeling your arms and massaging your hands. I move my fingers over your fingers, kissing the back of your hand as if I were a peasant meeting royalty. Which, in truth, I felt I was. Despite us being a couple for quite some time now, I’ve always felt as if you were inherently better than me. That’s why I began calling you Goddess; to really get into the worship mood. I lift your arms, immediately noticing that your armpits have accumulated a good amount of sweat. The natural scent of your body begins to overwhelm me a bit, as I move my face in closer. You open one eye, beginning to wonder why I’d stopped massaging, until you feel my warm tongue begin to lap at the sweat. Long gone is the taste or scent of deodorant, leaving behind nothing but sweat. I graciously lick up all the sweat you’ve given me on one armpit, before doing the same thing to the other. I sniff your scent greedily, before licking up the last of it. My breathing is heavier now. I kiss your chest, moving lower before reaching your tummy. As I begin to kiss and knead it gently, a long grumble emits from within your core. You let out a groan of discomfort, and I try and figure out what I can do to help. “What’s wrong, Goddess? Are you hungry?” “N-No, slave, I don’t think so… I may be a little…” You stop, and let out a bit of a gag, almost like a ‘hurk’ sound. I get the memo. I jump away from your stomach and kneel by the bed, my head near yours. You pull me in for a kiss, and for a moment, it’s a romantic scene. I hear your stomach again. Suddenly, the floodgates open. What was a nice kiss only seconds ago has become something far more. A blast of vomit works its way from your mouth into mine, the taste of bile and digested food coating my senses. Your lips never leave mine. I see this as romantic, you see this as efficient; since none will get on the floor or the bed. I graciously swallow what you’ve provided, savoring the taste and breathing in deeply as we remain lip-locked. A second bout of vomit pushes itself into me now. The chunks of food that you’d begun to digest are now making their way into another stomach; mine, of course. I swallow this, not having any opportunities to do otherwise, even if I’d wanted to. Luckily, I savor my Goddess, and everything she provides me. I eat the vomit without a flinch. Our lips release. I smile at you, you smile back. “Thank you, slave. That may have─” Your own stomach stops your words. “Nope, maybe not… Get back down there…” I move back down to your stomach, puzzled as to what else could be the matter. I begin to push into it again, my hands applying more force with each rub. I move in circular motions, trying to relax the muscles and push out whatever I can. Soon enough, my suspicions are confirmed: a loud, short BRAPT releases itself from your butt. The scent wafts up to my nose, and I take in a deep, savory inhale of your scent. If I thought the undigested food was good, this was on a new level entirely… “Goddess, I think you may have gas…” Your stomach growling punctuates my hypothesis. Your face contorts for a bit, letting out a small poot, before responding: “I think it’s more than gas, slave.” A devious smile crosses your face. I return this with a hopeful gaze. “Well don’t stop rubbing!” I quickly snap back to reality, massaging your tummy once again. I hear the gases and solids within you churning, and my pants grow tighter. With each two or three rotations of my hands, you let out a fart. It’s almost as if you’re providing me with motivation to keep going. I sniff the air desperately, as if my life depended on it, as you poot out rancid fart after fart, sighing in relief as they come. “Damn, you really like sniffing those, huh slave?” You give me a chuckle, and I nod rapidly, showcasing my obsession. “Don’t they stink?” “Well, of course they stink, Goddess! That’s why I love them so much…” Suddenly, the growling stops. Your stomach is silent. Your face goes from sassy smirk to sudden panic. “Lay down, slave. It’s coming.” I do as you say, quickly out of both fear for your well-being and excitement for my meal. I lay down on the bed, watching you remove your pants and underwear, revealing the perfect globes of your ass. The sweet, soft meat of your booty cheeks bounces as you remove the panties, letting out a putrid poot as they reveal themselves. “Get ready slave, I don’t think there will be much buildup…” You hold your stomach, wincing from a cramp. “Open up.” Before I can even say “Yes ma’am,” you maneuver yourself so that your perfect ass looms above me, blocking out a good bit of light. You sit down onto my waiting face, my mouth open for you. I’m getting giddy, like a kid in a candy store, my pants now bulging incredibly noticeably. You situate yourself, rubbing your ass crack up and down my nose a few times to find the most comfortable position. I create a seal around your asshole with my mouth, making sure not to lose any of my Goddess’ precious gift. “Ahhh, alright slavey, here goes nothing…” I hear you grunt, and… PLLLBTT Only a fart? As stinky and huge as it was, it was not what I was immediately expecting. The gas enters my mouth and bounces around within me before I swallow it down. The stench of meat and beans begins to emanate into my nose. “Hmm… maybe if I…” You push on your own stomach, and immediately push out a stream of diarrhea. The shit coats the inside of my mouth, and I’m caught off guard. I open my throat, allowing for this wave of smelly shit to enter my digestive system. I’m left swallowing this for nearly two minutes, as the stream shows no signs of stopping. Your grunts turn into moans, as your colon shoves its gift into my face at a breakneck pace. After almost five whole minutes of shitting and moaning on your end, and swallowing on mine, you appear to have run out. “Holy shit, slave! Did you get all that?” You lift up one ass cheek, revealing my squished face beneath you. I gasp in clean air, and you notice the inside of my mouth is caked in brown. “I-I think so, Goddess… Thank you so, so─” PPPLLLLLLLBBBTTRRRTTTTBBBB You cut me off with a wet fart, splattering my nose with a bit of leftover diarrhea. You chuckle at me, before sitting back down, pushing my nose into your poopy crack. “You’re welcome, slavey.” You say, with a cute giggle. “Ugh, I feel soooo much better…” As you say this, your full weight is pressing down on my head, my nose forced up into your ass. You shift your weight, pushing out farts of varying degrees of wetness: PLB. PRRT. SPPPRRTT~ “Ahhhh…” A sigh of relief exits your mouth as you continue bombarding me with farts. “Wait, slave… I don’t think I’m done…” You shift yourself backwards, pushing your asshole against my nose, then shift forward really quickly, opening my mouth and positioning your anus right above it. “Fire in the hole!” You release another bout of diarrhea, though this doesn’t go down quite so quickly. Because the stream isn’t as fast as the first, it gives me ample time to chew, savor and really take my time with enjoying this round. The smooth, liquidy shit from round one is now mixed with more chunks, giving me an extra surprise that I gladly chew and swallow. Your sighs of relief have returned, and you punctuate each bout of shit with a nice healthy shart, making sure to mark my face as your property. “Oh slave, what would I do without you? Such a kind, thoughtful boy willing to be the toilet of a Goddess…” I hold a thumbs up, as I obviously can’t speak. My mouth is currently occupied with being shit into. After six minutes or so of stop-start diarrhea, you let out a huge shart into my mouth, effectively stating your ass was empty. You lift up, and I gasp. “How was that, slave?” You say in a demeaning but legitimately curious tone. After regaining my composure, staring at the ceiling and gasping for a bit, I can manage to stammer out: “That… was… incredible… Thank you, so so much, my Goddess…” “You’re welcome,” you say as you slam your ass back down onto my head. “Now clean me up, I want to take a nap.” Beneath your booty cheeks you hear a muffled “yesh mm” as my tongue enters your crack. Normally, the wet, slimy feeling of my tongue would be a bit jarring, but your ass crack is already coated in diarrhea, so you barely notice. For twenty whole minutes, I lick up and down your crack, licking and swirling in small circles around your asshole, kissing and thanking you for blessing a lowly slave like myself with your gift. At last, your butt is as clean as my tongue can manage. “Thanks slavey, I feel much better…” You say, as you roll over into your original spot. “You can make dinner while I nap.” “I’d love to.” I say, happily getting up and going to start your dinner. Of course, it wasn’t my dinner. I was already feeling pretty full, to say the least... |
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