Two Sides to a Story
by Slave Fart

So I've been writing a lot about begging my exes to shit in my mouth or about my one night stands lately.

It got me all heated and thinking about the girl I'm currently dating. Her name is Kate. She's blond. She's gorgeous. Her boobs are DD, 34". Her ass looks like a Caitlin Rice met Kim Kardashian based on size and exercise... And did I mention she's gorgeous?

Well, Kate and I have been dating a little while and I couldn't stop thinking about her taking a big, fat, nasty shit right into my mouth, despite the fact that she seems so proper.

When we started dating I began to think she might be into it. She's from a very privileged family and she's been handed everything her entire life.

No joke...

She was an average athlete, but started all four years of basketball and softball (dude, swear she's not fat or bulky). She had a 2.77 GPA in high school, but got accepted into a very prestigious University. Hell, when she graduated college, she got offered 6 jobs at law offices while she got her law degree... Which she only got into the program because her father donated almost half a million the semester she applied!!!

Now, this all seems far fetched, so believe it or not when I tell you this is true.

Kate knows it all, too. She knows she gets whatever she wants in life just handed to her. Like we're all supposed to bend to her will... But when things started to heat up...

Well...

I had asked her to fart in my mouth like a few weeks in and she actually jumped at it. She farted and farted, but we'd never made any other leaps. In fact, she noted she was afraid at a wet fart leaking out one day and wouldn't let me try taking it. That was when I had to ask her...

"Kate... Will you take a dump... Er... Will you take a shit in my mouth?"

She was stunned, to say the least, but she really seemed to revel in the idea of shitting on someone else, "I... I don't know... Would you eat it?"

I was pleasantly surprised her first question wasn't 'what's wrong with you', like so many women, so I stammered out, "Well.. Well that would depend... Would you want me to?"

She had a sly smile and sat up, "Well I dunno... I guess if you wanted to... Well... What's the harm?"

"I think..."

"Well... I guess it might be gross... For you... But for me?"

She started to think about it.

Now since I'm writing this story, you know what happened, and I thought about writing this from two points of view... But then I thought... Why not ask Kate to write from her point of view. She'd have an interesting insight into this.

So from here, there's two stories. Mine, written by me. And then her story, copied and pasted without any edits (at her request).

MY STORY:

You already know she's hot, so I'll just get to my POV where she takes a shit right in my mouth.

Kate was eating kind of a big lunch and she'd been quiet about the whole deal of using me as her toilet, so I didn't think much of it. But then she told me to starve myself because she was ready to shit in my mouth and I started going bonkers.

Her lunch was a huge bowl of chili and she had a big buffalo chicken sandwich. I'd smelled her shit once before when she was at my place, to which she now has a key. So we're comfortable with that phase, and I remember smelling her shit and she said, "Buffalo sauce does it to me".

So now I knew I was going to get a smelly dump.

We were in another city and I was just wrapping up some work when we ended up eating dinner at the airport. She told me she wanted me to buy it and I kept thinking about how how she was.

She ate a big sandwich and a plate of fries. I remember the fries because her farts smelled just like the fries that whole night.

In the morning, I made her breakfast and actually reenacted what Stephanie made me do by crawling behind her while she ate the meal prior to shitting on me. She farted a few times and the smell was HORRIBLE!!! She told me she didn't smell anything though, so I was super proud.... Super proud that I smelled another person's farts. Super pathetic.

When I was laying flat on my back, she was taking her time and I shackled myself up for show more than practicality. She laughed when she walked in and then sat down.

I am telling you now that her fart she initially let go was so loud and long and smelly, I thought she actually shit on me. It was so fucking loud. I started to smell it and put my head closer to catch the shit flecks that were spackling my face.

She farted about 5 more times, the same staccato sound every time.

Oooop. Oooop. Oooop. Oooop. Oooop.

She laughed again and then I think she caught herself off guard, because she let all of her shit slide out in an instant. It hit my mouth and fell to the back of my throat. It piled up on my face in a perfect coil. She mentioned that it looked like the poop emoji perfectly because it was such a "perfect coil". She even took a picture so she could have one of her shit in someone's mouth.

The turd itself was a nice, light brown and soft, but a firmer consistency. Now, when Stephanie shit in my mouth, it was the worst smell ever. I honestly don't know if you can beat it. Teri's was really bad, too, but they were trying for it. She just had a nasty smell to it. Although Kate maybe tried for it too. Never know.

She kept laughing about it and the humiliation was super intense, but was actually driven home more because she said I shouldn't be embarrassed or feel below her...

"Don't feel like you're worse than me because you ate my shit. Come on! You're awesome. Just because you chowed down on my turd doesn't mean you're any less of a man. Just because you ate my stinky, smelly poop."

She did it on purpose for sure, but it got me so hard that I couldn't help myself!

Kate mentioned that it won't happen often, but I can only hope that when it does happen again, the smell isn't anywhere near as bad as it was this time.

HER STORY:

So you're probably thinking about how you can find a chick like me or whatever, but please stop. He's exaggerating a bunch of stuff about how hot I am and blah blah...

Yeah, for sure I'm a chick that's been given some opportunities, but I worked my ass off when I got them. I'll be the first to tell you that I might not have all the talent in the world, but I most assuredly do with it what I can.

I barely graduated high school... But I got the degree.

I barely graduated college... But I got the degree.

I barely barely passed law school... But I'm A lawyer now...

So my point is this: When someone tells you "Hey I have an opportunity for you", are you going to take it or pass it up?

Pretty much exactly what my current boyfriend did.

Yeah, I said boyfriend, and it's actually the first time I'm calling him that. And he's finding out with you, so congratulations to all of you for finding out at the same time.

He told me to give him a fake name, but I don't want to do that, so I'm just calling him "toilet" in my story, mostly because I found that to be the word that made his dick stand so tall while I sat over his face and took a giant shit...

The things that ran through my head were: Gross, awesome, disgusting, I can't wait, ewwww, I hope he eats it....

It was such a mixture of "AWESOME!" and "Gross!"

You guys that want to eat shit have to understand something: It's fucking weird. It's fucking gross. And it's not something that most women want.

I actually mentioned it to a few of my friends and got reactions ranging from disgusted to asking me if I knew someone that was into it!

Of course I said no, but that's what was so fucked up! If I wanted to make toilet eat some chicks shit, I think I could get away with it. I think if I told him to open wide while one of my friends takes a shit on him, he'd ask me if he should eat it.

It was just the same idea with everything else all over again.

"Wanna go to law school?" --Uhhh, hell yeah.

"Wanna shit into my mouth while I eat it?" --It means you're worshipping me, so fuck yes.

That's what it boiled down to. I felt like toilet was into it. I felt like there was a real wanting to be closer to me, not just an "eating my shit" vibe... That's creepy.

And it's also what I imagine you're like. You... the creep reading this. You're probably WAY over the top about how "you'd worship me like a goddess and you'd make me your queen hurr durr". Whatever...

That's fucking weird.

But toilet just sort of... Well he's a fucking stud. He's a great boyfriend and all that shit, so I thought about it.

I started to really think about what I'd eat. Should I go fucking smelly or HUGE or BOTH?!

Would it be rude to demand he eats it? I decided that NOT making the most of this was no longer an option. I'd have to take a shit... But totally do it right on the face of someone I cared about. Fucking nuts.

So when I told toilet he'd get a mouthful, he was stoic as ever. That dude is a fucking rock. But regardless of what I think about him, I really did have to take a shit in his mouth.

So for about two or three days I let him think about it. He thought it would be like a week later, but I was so fucking stoked. Again, not because I got to take a shit, but because I was going to shit in someone's mouth.

Part of the reason it was so fast was also because I started to really think about it. Like I said, I was researching it a lot, and the one thing that really stuck out to me was de-humanizing someone you are going to shit on over and over. It seems less important to dehumanize someone you're only going to shit on once, but I did start to think more and more about it.

The biggest concern was "What if I shit such a monstrous dump that he can't eat it?" Like what if it was so big that he just couldn't consume it, not because of stink and taste and humiliation, but because it's just so much. What if he thinks I'm less lady like...

For me, it was really easy to get over. This would be a new life experience and I was going to do it, almost no matter what. I didn't want to sacrifice our relationship though, so I did give him a final out.

He told me to give him about 24 hours so he'd know not to eat anything. As soon as he said that, I told him to starve himself until I, and I believe what I said was, "Fine. Then starve yourself until I shit in your mouth."

I kind of remember what I said because despite it all, it gave me a bit of a tingle just knowing he wanted to give me that much power.

This was at lunch in another city and we flew back home later that night. I told him that I'd be eating a lot of food because I did in all sincerity want to take a huge dump in his mouth. I also made him buy me the food, which was a total bitch move... I know...

He sat watching me and dear god was he hard. I put my foot on his dick a few times, and it was whenever I'd say something gross like, "Oh boy, this is gonna make a load."

I even had a few beers and said, "That's to add some serious stink." I could have sworn he came in his pants. Haha! I am for sure using this dirty talk when we fuck.

The plane landed and we hopped a cab to his place, which is where I'm actually writing this right now a few days after. I told him it would be in the morning and that we should have steamy sex in the room where I'd later make him my toilet.

He fucked me so good, I came four times in one session. I don't know how he lasted so long, but if he fucks me like that over and over, I will have let him eat my shit whenever he wanted.

The morning of was super weird. He felt tense, and I get it. Here I am sitting at his kitchen table while he makes me breakfast and coffee, while I'm about to chow it down, chug the coffee, then sit right above his face and take a shit. It's hilarious to me, but I totally understand his trepidation at this situation.

I actually had him sniff up a few farts while I ate breakfast, at his request he was kneeling behind me. I just let 'em rip! Hahaha. Seriously, though...

I told him to head in the other room because I wasn't ready just yet but would be soon when the coffee kicked in. He did and I heard the toilet seat get lowered on his camping toilet. That made me laugh pretty hard, but I kept it in. Apparently laughing at someone you're about to shit on isn't supposed to be productive.

However, I did laugh at him the second I opened that toilet seat. I laughed so fucking hard. I mean, I doubled over and told him that he looked fucking hilarious with that mouth wide open, ahhhh. Hahahaha!

He is so sexy though, and his hard body laying on the floor in a collar and chains made him even hotter. I turned around and said something to the effect of, "Let's get this party started."

I don't know how long it was, but I let a fart go that was one of my best ever, if I say so myself. I mean, I really farted in his face. It was wet, and it was long, and it was smelly, and it had enough air in it to fill your lungs up two or three times over. I put my head between my legs to look at him and he was dutifully sniffing it up with his mouth open still.

I didn't say shit, but I certainly started to let it go... I was really proud of that sentence, but I'm not sure it made sense...

Anyway, I didn't say a word because I thought it was a fart, but then I heard a plop and the stench in the room was so fucking foul. I really did a number one that one... A number TWO! Ha! I swear I'm on a roll!

It was in that moment that I felt such a strange sense of power. That's what went through my mind: Power. Over and over it was power. How I could just shit on him. How I did just shit on him!

He just started chewing and I saw my turd pile on his face. It was exactly how I wanted it to look, too. Just a nice long turd coiled on his face, one end in his mouth and the rest coiled atop his face. God it was hilarious.

It wasn't much longer when he was chewing as best he could and I think he totally expected me to keep shitting, but I was done. He couldn't stop himself from thanking me, just over and over.

This is my boyfriend, on his back, right after I dropped a shit in his mouth, and he's thanking me! It's still surreal.

It's been a while since it happened, but it feels pretty cool still. He's got his busiest time of the year right now for work, and he's about to travel all weekend. So he'll get this and put it up or send it in or whatever he does for you weirdos.

I won't lie, because I started to get into a little, but it certainly won't happen often. Only when I feel like we need to mix it up.

Well, turd munchers... I hope that got your little peckers hard and you were able to jizz in a napkin in Mommy's basement.